Liang Muchuan leaned against the wall, and seeing Fu Wenzhou turn around, he chuckled lightly: "Why are you back again... Damn it! Are you fucking sick?"
Liang Muchuan's expression changed drastically, and he stared coldly at the man opposite him.
Fu Wenzhou shook his hand, put it in his pocket, and looked at him coldly: "You looked at Song Qingyou fifteen times at the dinner table, Liang Muchuan. Did you get the short end of the stick from that punch?"
Liang Muchuan's lips were tightly pressed together, his eyes were deep, and he remained silent.
Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and cold, his narrow eyes curled up, sharp as a blade: "Don't you dare try anything with her, you can't even look at her."
Liang Muchuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered, "Fu Wenzhou, you're going to turn against me because of a woman?"
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice cold: "I'll say it again, she's my life."
Liang Muchuan's face was grim, but he did not refute it further.
Fu Wenzhou looked at him coldly: "We're brothers, this is enough."
After saying that, he turned around and got into the car, not giving Liang Muchuan a single extra glance.
Liang Muchuan stood there, the cigarette in his mouth knocked to the ground by Fu Wenzhou's punch, lying there all alone as the flame gradually died out.
After a long pause, he muttered a curse.
Inside the car, Song Qingyou looked up at the man's gloomy profile and frowned, asking, "What's wrong?"
The moment Fu Wenzhou turned to look at her, the gloom in his eyes vanished completely. He reached out and took Song Qingyou's hand, whispering, "Stay away from Liang Muchuan from now on."
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on their clasped hands for two seconds. "Mm."
Fu Wenzhou looked slightly surprised. "You agreed?"
Seeing his incredulous expression, Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "Then I won't agree?"
"You've already agreed, Youyou, you can't go back on your word." Fu Wenzhou tightened his grip on her palm, his eyes like those of a wolf cub guarding its food.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes slightly and chuckled softly.
Actually, she doesn't necessarily have to cooperate with the Liang family. There are many other options. She is looking for other companies to cooperate with, but it may take some effort and time.
"When will Zhouzhou be discharged from the hospital?" Song Qingyou asked.
Fu Wenzhou: "The day after tomorrow, are you coming with me to pick it up?"
Song Qingyou shook her head: "I have a jewelry banquet to attend the day after tomorrow."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "A jewelry gala?"
“Hmm.” Song Qingyou said, “I have some old acquaintances with the head of E.lin Jewelry’s Greater China region at the dinner, and I don’t want to offend them. Besides, a lot of industry people will be attending, and we might encounter some business opportunities for cooperation.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Wenzhou said, "I'll go with you."
Song Qingyou slightly lifted her eyelids: "Aren't you going to pick up Zhouzhou?"
"Go early." Fu Wenzhou paused, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes: "Not as boyfriend and girlfriend."
Song Qingyou looked out the window and said softly, "Mm."
The long moon hung high, the night wind was bleak, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes were as deep as the unfathomable darkness of the night. All his emotions were hidden in his eyes, and he dared not reveal the slightest bit of them.
Snowflakes began to fall in the middle of the night, and the next morning, heavy snow was falling, turning everything white.
As the year draws to a close, the temperature drops instead of rises, getting colder day by day. Song Qingyou's body can't withstand the cold. Even though Fu Wenzhou wrapped her up in a thick layer before she went out, as soon as the door opened, the cold wind rushed in, and Song Qingyou frowned deeply as the chill ran through her body.
She covered her mouth and coughed violently. Fu Wenzhou's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with fierceness, but his movements were gentle as he stood in front of her to shield her from the wind: "I'll have Uncle Chang bring the car in. Don't rush out."
Song Qingyou coughed so hard she could barely breathe, her face turning red and then white, completely bloodless.
Fu Wenzhou fed her medicine and gave her some pear syrup tea, which gradually calmed her cough.
He held back for a moment, his handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Do you really have to go to this banquet? What do you want that I can't give you? Do you really have to go through all this trouble yourself?"
Song Qingyou wiped her lips with a handkerchief, her voice trembling slightly from coughing: "I told you before, I have things I need to do."
Fu Wenzhou tightened his grip: "What you want to do, I can do too..."
"No need," Song Qingyou interrupted him. "Let's go."
Fu Wenzhou's thin lips were pressed tightly together, his aura was gloomy and terrifying, and his hands were clenched into fists, clearly trying his best to suppress his emotions.
As Song Qingyou took two steps, he walked ahead of her with a stern face, his tall figure blocking the biting cold wind rushing from the corridor.
Song Qingyou was slightly taken aback. She lowered her eyes, raised her arm slightly, and wanted to hold Fu Wenzhou's large palm. Just as they were about to touch, Fu Wenzhou took a step forward, and she grasped empty air.
Song Qingyou's fingertips, which had been hovering in mid-air, froze for a moment before she slowly withdrew her hand.
Song Chang's car was already waiting downstairs. He quickly opened the car door when he saw her come out. The car's heater was already on, and Song Qingyou only felt her body regain sensation after she got in.
For the first time ever, Fu Wenzhou didn't sit with Song Qingyou. Instead, he opened the passenger door and got in.
Song Chang paused, fastening his seatbelt, his eyes filled with doubt: "Young Master Fu?"
"What is it?" Fu Wenzhou asked lazily, raising an eyebrow and looking rather unpleasant.
Song Chang turned his head and glanced at Song Qingyou in the back seat, then winked at Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Wenzhou let out a cold snort, one arm draped over the windowsill, sitting lazily: "Drive, Uncle Chang."
Song Chang couldn't hold back any longer and asked again, "Are you sure... you want to sit here?"
"What? Is this cushion inlaid with gold or diamonds? Is it unusable?" Fu Wenzhou's tone turned cold.
Even if Song Chang's mind was slow, he could tell by now that the two of them had argued. He coughed lightly and said, "Nothing was inlaid. Please sit down."
The atmosphere in the car was eerily quiet. Song Chang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and dared not even breathe.
After finally arriving at the pet hospital and taking Zhouzhou to the car, the kitten, whose testicles had just been removed, bristled with fur as soon as she saw Fu Wenzhou, meowing and refusing to be held by him.
Fu Wenzhou scoffed coldly: "An ungrateful kitten."
Song Qingyou: "..." Why do I feel like I'm being subtly insulted?
She tried to start a conversation with the dog: "You..."
"Oh."
"..."
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