Song Qingyou didn't hear a word of what they talked about after that; her mind was filled with images of the sacred mountain, hypothermia, and praying to Buddha.
Fu Wenzhou never told her these things, nor did Song Chang.
A sharp, dense pain surged through her heart, as if her entire body was being torn apart. Song Qingyou suppressed the overwhelming pain in her heart, slowly raised her head, and looked at Fu Wenzhou without uttering a sound, simply gazing at him silently.
Fu Wenzhou, fearing her reproach, swallowed hard, his voice urgent: "I know what I'm doing, I won't die. Youyou, don't you know how outrageous Gu Bai's mouth is?"
Gu Bai snorted, "What's wrong with my mouth? Am I not telling the truth? Besides, you still... damn it! I'll shut up, okay?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Wenzhou stopped him with a look, and he snorted and didn't continue.
Song Qingyou took a deep breath and slowly placed her fingertips on the string of secluded beads on her wrist, which he had also obtained for her.
Fu Wenzhou, a young and arrogant man who never believed in gods or Buddhas, would kneel and kowtow three times and pray every step of the way for her.
She couldn't describe the feeling; she only knew that her heart was filled with a bittersweet sensation.
From childhood to adulthood, no one in her environment would do that for her. Those people only cared about interests and weighed gains and losses, so that was all she learned.
Fu Wenzhou was an unexpected and special case in her life. This man had her in his heart and eyes and regarded her as his life.
Song Qingyou wondered what he would do if she really died in the future.
Her illness was ultimately incurable; it was a chronic condition she had been born with. How could it be cured?
Two years ago, her teacher said that she only had three to five years left to live, and Song Qingyou had never wanted to live more than she did now.
For the first time, her desire to survive surpassed her desire for revenge. She wanted to live and spend her whole life with Fu Wenzhou. She hoped that their life together could be very, very long, instead of just these short three or five years.
Song Qingyou didn't say anything, but lightly scratched the man's palm.
Fu Wenzhou was suddenly stunned, his eyes darkening instantly as he fixed his gaze on Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes, released her grip on Fu Wenzhou's hand, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and slowly stood up: "This is the first time Wenzhou has brought me to meet his friends, so I should toast you all with this glass of wine."
Everyone paused for a moment.
Fu Wenzhou frowned and tried to take the wine glass from her hand: "Youyou, you can't drink alcohol."
Song Qingyou pinched his earlobe and said softly, "One glass of wine is no problem. They are all your friends. As your girlfriend, it is my duty to toast them."
Those present exchanged bewildered glances, all knowing the meaning behind Song Qingyou's toast.
Fu Wenzhou frowned, his fierce aura evident. "If anyone should show respect, it should be them showing respect to you."
Everyone held their breath in silence. Among the people in this circle, some were friends, and some were competitors who were also rivals. But the title of the Nine Young Masters of the Capital was not given lightly. These eight people represented the highest level of power in the capital, and none of them had a lower status than the others.
Song Qingyou toasted them with this glass of wine, and they could drink it. But when the glasses were turned upside down, no one made a move.
Gu Bai glanced around, then swiftly pushed aside a chair, picked up the glass of wine in front of him, and said, "Come on, let me offer a toast first."
After finishing his glass of wine with a grin, he pulled Xu Zezhan next to him and said, "Get up. Wenzhou finally brought his sweetheart, whom he's been longing for all these years, and you won't even give him this much face?"
Xu Zezhan curled his lips and stood up. "Alright, I'll toast you, sister-in-law."
Yan Shaoqin clicked his tongue: "Song Qingyou, we are business partners, so in principle neither of us needs to toast you. But since I'm here today, I can't break Mad Dog's rules. Come on, let's toast."
Liang Muchuan smiled and said, "Everyone has already offered their respects, so I can't be the exception."
Immediately afterwards, Shen Guannan, Jiang Zhiyuan, Chu Fan, and Gu Ruo all stood up and each toasted Song Qingyou with a glass of wine.
Song Qingyou's eyes flickered slightly, her fingers tightening around the cup as she smiled at them, "Thank you."
After saying that, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
She choked a few times after drinking, her face turning red from coughing. Gu Bai and the others were startled, fearing that she might have gotten herself into trouble from drinking too much.
Fu Wenzhou's face was gloomy and rather unpleasant, and he exuded a strong aura of hostility.
Song Qingyou squeezed the back of his hand to comfort him, "I'm fine, I just choked."
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and poured her a cup of hot tea.
After drinking the hot tea, Song Qingyou felt much better and slowly sat down.
Gu Ruo stared at Song Qingyou's delicate profile for a few seconds, then said, "When Chu Fan introduced me to them, it wasn't this grand."
Song Qingyou covered her mouth and coughed lightly a few times. She was doing business and would be dealing with them a lot in the future. These people controlled the economic lifeline of the capital. Fu Wenzhou brought her here today to show his identity and stance, so that she would have a much smoother time doing things in the capital in the future.
She looked at Gu Ruo, said nothing, and only gave her a faint smile as a response.
After a few more drinks, Shen Guannan suddenly turned the conversation to Song Qingyou: "Your former... is Dingsheng Pharmaceutical, which was under Fu Tingshen's name, now in your hands?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Yes, why?"
Chu Fan said, "A new batch of drugs has been released overseas, which are said to be able to treat leukemia. They are currently looking for domestic distributors. You and Shao Qin's Dingsheng Pharmaceutical Company might as well give it a try."
Jiang Zhiyuan tapped the table rhythmically with his fingertips: "If we can secure this agency, Dingsheng Pharmaceutical's revenue this year is estimated to be five times that of previous years."
Song Qingyou frowned slightly. What does five times mean? What kind of drug can have such a high profit margin?
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