In the following days, Fu Wenzhou received far fewer phone calls, and Song Qingyou was also busy.
The two people's contact seemed to have been cut off all at once.
When she finished dealing with Song's financing and realized something, she was shocked to discover that more than half a month had passed since Fu Wenzhou went on his business trip.
That day, after returning home, Song Qingyou sent a message to Fu Wenzhou.
When are you coming back?
After sending this WeChat message, Song Qingyou went to the bathroom.
When she came out of the shower, the chat page was still stuck on the line she had sent, with a blank space below and no reply.
Song Qingyou felt a little uneasy, as Fu Wenzhou never replied to her messages in more than three minutes.
Without hesitation, she made a video call.
She called twice before the other person answered, but it wasn't the person Song Qingyou wanted to see.
Fu Nan said, "Young Master Fu is already asleep. Is there anything I can help you with, Madam?"
Song Qingyou frowned and asked, "Why is Fu Wenzhou's phone with you? Are you sleeping in the same room?"
Fu Nan: "Yes, this is a suite."
Considering that Fu Nan was Fu Wenzhou's bodyguard, and that it was not as safe abroad as it was in China, close protection seemed reasonable. So Song Qingyou didn't ask any more questions, and simply said, "Can we turn the camera towards him?"
Fu Nan paused for two seconds, then said, "Okay."
The screen then shook, and the camera was flipped around.
After a few shaky seconds, the camera flashed by, and Song Qingyou felt that the room was very dark. In the darkness, Song Qingyou caught a glimpse of a figure lying on the bed.
He was tall and slender with deep-set, cold features.
It was him.
It's just that the wolf's tail seems to have grown a little longer.
Song Qingyou thought she should take him to get a haircut when she got back.
Seeing the person made her feel much more at ease. Afraid of waking Fu Wenzhou, she deliberately softened her voice: "Have you been very busy lately?"
Fu Nan: "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou nodded and hung up the video call.
She raised her hand to rub her temples. She had almost forgotten that Fu Wenzhou was actually not idle at all. He was the president of Fu Corporation and the current head of the Fu family. He was not having an easier time than she was.
Song Qingyou squatted down and poked Zhouzhou's head, whispering, "Spring is almost here, why hasn't your owner come back yet..."
With Fu Wenzhou not around, Song Qingyou started having insomnia again. She took her medical books and her cat to a rattan chair, lay down, and made do with sleeping for the night.
When Song Qingyou woke up the next day, she felt sore all over, as if her body had been run over by a car. She immediately regretted sleeping on the recliner the night before.
I had to take half a day off, which was unprecedented for me. I slept in bed until noon before the soreness in my body subsided a bit, and I was able to barely manage to go to work.
Song Qingyou never expected that an uninvited guest would come to her office today.
The moment Song Qingyou saw Jiang Xun, she thought she was seeing things. When she rubbed her temples and looked up again, Jiang Xun's cold and beautiful face with a half-smile was still there. Only then did she realize that it was indeed Jiang Xun.
The other person leaned against her desk, arms crossed, a smile playing on their lips: "Ms. Song... no, I should call you President Song now."
"How did you get up here without an appointment?" Song Qingyou asked, pursing her lips.
Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow: "Isn't the name of the Jiang family of Binhai enough for me to step into this place?"
Song Qingyou frowned slightly, her expression indifferent, and walked over to make a call: "I remember telling you on my first day at Song's that no matter who it is, they need to report to me in advance if they step onto the top floor. If it happens again, they will resign."
Jiang Xun clicked his tongue as he watched her hang up the phone: "Was it really that big of a deal?"
Song Qingyou raised her eyes slightly and asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"
Jiang Xun was there to discuss cooperation, and immediately handed over a document: "Your words before the New Year persuaded my old man, and he decided to expand our business in Beijing, and I am the person in charge of this project. This is a proposal; you can take a look at it first."
Song Qingyou turned to a page, slightly surprised.
In just a few months, the Jiang family had already established a network of connections in the capital, truly living up to their reputation as the dominant force in the coastal area.
Jiang Xun's proposal was very detailed, and Song Qingyou had to admit that she was tempted.
Closing the file, Song Qingyou asked, "You want me to join you in taking over that new development in Haijing Bay? That's fine, but there are some things that might need to be changed."
"How should we change it?" Jiang Xun showed great sincerity regarding this collaboration: "Anything within our capabilities is fine."
Song Qingyou said calmly, "I have no objection to you taking 60% of the profits, but the development rights must belong to the Song family."
Jiang Xun narrowed his eyes and said with a forced smile, "President Song, isn't that going too far? Although we take 60%, we've also invested a lot of money. If we give you the development rights, what are we supposed to do?"
Song Qingyou: "You came to me not only because it's risky for your current company to take over that land on its own, but also because there's an amusement park and a five-star hotel nearby that are under the Song family's name. You want to build a tourist attraction there and co-brand it with the amusement park and hotel."
Jiang Xun remained silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Song Qingyou, you really are... quite impressive."
Song Qingyou remained expressionless: "You can consider it; you can reply before the bidding begins."
"No need," Jiang Xun said. "I agree."
Song Qingyou was somewhat surprised that she agreed so quickly.
Jiang Xun seemed to see the doubt in her eyes and shrugged: "Why bother with so much? As long as you can make money, that's all that matters."
The contract was signed surprisingly quickly; neither of them liked to beat around the bush or procrastinate, so they signed it as soon as they finalized the terms.
Before leaving, Jiang Xun suddenly asked, "Where's your clingy big dog?"
Song Qingyou paused, pen in hand. "Business trip."
Jiang Xun gave Song Qingyou a meaningful look. "I have some news you'd like to hear."
Song Qingyou: "I'm not interested."
Jiang Xun said "Oh," and then added, "Is that so? You're not interested even if it's related to Fu Wenzhou?"
Song Qingyou looked up abruptly: "What's wrong with him?"
Jiang Xun shook his head and laughed: "I thought you were really like a banished immortal, untouched by worldly affairs. Turns out there are exceptions."
Song Qingyou frowned deeply: "Are you going to talk or not?"
Jiang Xun clicked his tongue: "A few days ago I went to the black market, intending to find someone, but I heard some things about Fu Wenzhou. It is said that he bought a shotgun from the black market in the United States, and then, in order to avoid air inspection, he took a ship across the Möbius Strait and eventually went to the United Kingdom."
After a pause, Jiang Xun looked at Song Qingyou: "I only heard this news secondhand, so I don't know if it's true or not. You can decide for yourself."
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