Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, his upturned eyes curving into a beautiful arc, and his lips curled up, looking both wild and roguish.
Song Qingyou turned to look at him, her lips curving slightly.
Gu Bai rolled his eyes and teased, "See? That's the difference between a wife and a brother."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow slightly: "Get out of here."
Gu Bai: "Heh!"
Song Qingyou turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and said in a low voice, "Dingsheng has the resources to create an environment, and I think it's entirely worth a try, whether it's medicine or something else. We can't keep relying on foreign products and being controlled by others, can we?"
Gu Bai fell silent.
Jiang Zhiyuan scrutinized Song Qingyou for a few seconds, then looked at Yan Shaoqin: "Shaoqin, what do you think?"
Yan Shaoqin took a sip of wine, his tone languid: "It's fine for Dingsheng to set up a drug research and development department, but this time we also need to obtain the agency rights for foreign drugs for treating leukemia. If we want to do research, we can't give up profits."
Shen Guannan nodded: "Drug research and development costs are too high, and it's really impossible without financial support."
Song Qingyou also wanted to acquire the agency rights, but the problem was that once Dingsheng set up its R&D department, it wouldn't have any spare money to bid.
Fu Wenzhou's palm passed through her slender waist, and he grabbed her, resting his chin on Song Qingyou's shoulder, his voice deep and husky: "Sister, can I invest in a share?"
The others raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Song Qingyou was surprised and turned to look at him. "You want to invest?"
Fu Wenzhou twirled a strand of Song Qingyou's black hair between his fingers and said casually, "Is that alright?"
He knows Song Qingyou too well; giving her directly wouldn't work, but investing is a different story.
Anyway, his money belongs to Song Qingyou, so it doesn't matter what he invests in or how he invests it.
Sure enough, Song Qingyou hesitated for two seconds before nodding in agreement.
Fu Wenzhou smiled triumphantly, but because of the crowd, he forcefully suppressed his urge to kiss her.
His lips brushed against the strands of hair entwined around his fingertips, his voice deep and husky: "I don't want much, just sell me one percent, that way Yan Shaoqin will still have one percent less shares than you, and Dingsheng will still be in your hands."
"Pfft." Gu Ruo couldn't help but laugh out loud, then felt embarrassed after realizing what she had said: "Sorry, please continue. Um, Young Master Yan, I absolutely did not mean to make fun of you."
Yan Shaoqin: "...Hehe."
Chu Fan's eyes were filled with helplessness and doting affection; his wife was truly adorably silly.
The meal revolved around project investments. After the meal, Song Qingyou and Gu Ruo walked side by side in front, while Fu Wenzhou walked at the back with his coat in hand.
Gu Bai deliberately slowed down to walk alongside Fu Wenzhou, "When did you get your earring? Back in school, when I asked you to get one, you were always vehemently against it, weren't you?"
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids to look at him: "Is it any of your business?"
Gu Bai scoffed lightly: "Don't tell me it was Song Qingyou who told you to hit him."
Fu Wenzhou's lips curled up slightly. Gu Bai saw his lovestruck expression and his lips twitched violently: "Damn it, Song Qingyou really made you hit him?"
“No,” Fu Wenzhou said calmly.
He knew there was still hope for his brother's romantic obsession. Unfortunately, before Gu Bai could even catch his breath, a leisurely voice reached his ears.
"She hit it for me herself."
Gu Bai: "..." Hopeless.
Xu Zezhan glanced at them from the side and said, "These earrings look a bit special. Guan Nan, isn't your family in the jewelry business? Take a look."
Fu Wenzhou slapped Xu Zezhan's outstretched hand away, "What the hell is there to see? What my Youyou gave me is worth a fortune."
Shen Guannan chimed in from the side: "It is indeed worth a fortune. This is a work by Desveld, who was known as the poet of jewelry in the early 20th century. Judging from its shape, it is completely natural and uncut, but the inlaid stone completely encloses the gemstone, and the color is a rare deep sea blue."
After a pause, Shen Guannan said, "At least three billion."
"Holy crap!" Gu Bai was shocked: "Song Qingyou gave you 3 billion worth of gems as earrings?"
He will never again complain about Fu Wenzhou being a simp behind his back; this is a two-way street!
I didn't realize that Song Qingyou, the youngest daughter who wasn't favored, was actually quite well-off.
Yan Shaoqin stopped walking ahead, turned around, and said coldly, "She'd practically empty my pockets if she were to work with me, but she's really generous to you."
When Fu Wenzhou heard the word "3 billion", he was stunned for a moment, then couldn't hide the smile in his eyes and brows. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm her man. What are you?"
This is not only a gem worth 3 billion, but also her mother's heirloom.
But she gave the priceless earring to herself.
Doesn't this prove that he occupies a very important place in Youyou's heart? Maybe Youyou is already hopelessly in love with him.
The more Fu Wenzhou thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the more likely it seemed, the happier he became.
Xu Zezhan said coolly, "Tone it down, your mouth is practically stretched to the back of your ears."
Fu Wenzhou sneered, "Sour grapes."
Xu Zezhan was both annoyed and amused. Chu Fan had become a henpecked husband after marriage, and Fu Wenzhou only obeyed Song Qingyou.
Is dating really that great?
Tsk, Xu Zezhan just couldn't understand it. He changed girlfriends every week, just for the sake of novelty.
When they reached the intersection, Gu Ruo pestered Song Qingyou for her WeChat, saying that she liked her very much and wanted to keep in touch more often.
Chu Fan forcibly dragged his wife away, while Shen Guannan, Yan Shaoqin, and Jiang Zhiyuan left together.
After making a few jokes, Gu Bai and Xu Zezhan left.
Liang Muchuan stood on the steps with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, half of his body hidden in the shadows, his eyes deep and unreadable.
Fu Wenzhou bent down to open the door for Song Qingyou, shielding her with his hand to prevent her from bumping into anything. After she was seated, he helped her fasten her seatbelt and kissed her cheek: "I need to talk to Liang Muchuan for a bit. I'll be there in a bit."
"Mm." Song Qingyou nodded.
Fu Wenzhou closed the car door, turned around and looked at Liang Muchuan with a cold gaze.
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