After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou looked at the calendar by the bed and murmured, "Going home for the New Year... I should prepare some gifts to take back with me."
Song Qingyou changed her clothes and made a phone call to Song Chang.
Uncle Chang.
Song Changzheng was out on business when the phone rang, and he answered it immediately: "What is it, Miss?"
Song Qingyou asked, "How is Song Shi doing?"
Song Changdao said, "He's already fallen into the trap. He's now betting all his valuable projects on Qingning. When we close the net, Song Shi will have nothing left."
Song Qingyou thought for a moment and said, "Let's close the net."
"Now?" Song Chang asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say after the New Year?"
Song Qingyou said calmly, "The New Year is almost here, so the Song family always has to be a bit chaotic so that this New Year will be unforgettable for them."
Song Shi and Song Wei did not have any shares in the Song family. The small amount that Song Chen had was actually raised for him by his mother, who was his secretary. Song Shi and Song Wei's mother was a genuine country girl and was not good at the intrigues and backstabbing within wealthy families.
Therefore, regarding Song Shi, as long as Song Qingyou breaks his promise at Song Corporation and falls from his position as president.
If all of Song Shi's projects run into problems, Song Shi will only have two options left.
First, he secretly embezzled Song's public funds to fill the funding gap in order to maintain his position within the Song family. Second, he had no choice but to resign.
No matter which one he chooses, the Song family will not have a good New Year.
Song Chen is all brawn and no brains, so he's easy to deal with. But Song Shi is different. It took Song Qingyou three whole years to get to this point.
Song Qingyou slowly exhaled, her gaze fixed on the photo frame on the bedside table.
It was a photograph that had been cut into pieces and carefully glued back together piece by piece by its owner; it was old and yellowed.
She reached out and gently stroked the edge of the photo frame with her fingertips. Her nose stung and her eyes were a little wet. Song Qingyou looked up and didn't let the tears fall.
This was the only photo her mother left behind, but Song Wei cut it into pieces, along with her hair.
Song Qingyou's WeChat pinged, and she glanced at it. It was a message from Bai Yan urging her to hurry up.
Song Qingyou picked up the pearl bag and walked out.
Fu Wenzhou was holding Zhouzhou and booking tomorrow's surgery on his phone when he heard a noise. He looked up and saw Song Qingyou walking to the door and changing her shoes.
He frowned: "Where are you going?"
Song Qingyou wore a white down jacket, which made her face look very small: "I'm having dinner at a friend's house."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "Yan Miao?"
Song Qingyou shook her head: "No, you don't know him."
Fu Wenzhou frowned even more deeply. There were people he didn't even recognize beside her.
As soon as the door opened, Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, and he took a few steps forward to grab her wrist: "I want to go with you."
Song Qingyou glanced back at the large hand on her wrist: "Are you coming with me to my friend's house?"
“Yes.” Fu Wenzhou said in a matter-of-fact tone, “I’ll go wherever you go, and it doesn’t matter what we do together.”
Song Qingyou hesitated for a moment, then looked at him with her watery eyes: "Fu Wenzhou, don't you have anything better to do? Even if we're together now, we should give each other some space. I don't like being watched all the time, and I hope you can understand and respect that. Besides, I have a lot of things to do every day, and I can't be with you all the time, understand?"
Fu Wenzhou's expression darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after a long while, he slowly released his grip.
Song Qingyou reached out and pulled up the man's collar, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "A reward."
Fu Wenzhou ground his back teeth, and as she left, he grabbed her cheeks with his other hand and kissed her hard on those lips that could never say anything nice, until she was panting heavily before he let go.
"Song Qingyou, don't come back too late."
Song Qingyou breathed softly, her eyes shimmering like water, "I understand."
It was freezing cold outside, and Song Qingyou wrapped her down jacket tightly around herself. Song Chang returned just in time and rushed to greet her as soon as he saw her come out: "Miss, please get in the car."
The Bai family lives in the suburbs, which is closer to Prison No. 12, but a bit far from the city center.
Traffic was congested at this time, and with the snow starting again, it took Song Chang more than an hour to arrive.
From afar, one could see a person standing at the entrance of the Bai family's house, standing upright against the wind and snow.
When the car arrived, he made a slight movement, holding his umbrella and walking towards the car.
Song Qingyou stepped out of the car, her white down jacket blending seamlessly with the snow, as if she were in a misty haze. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and her face was as radiant as the morning sun, but her skin lacked color, making her appear unusually pale.
The moment her feet touched the ground, a black umbrella appeared overhead, accompanied by a deep, resonant voice.
"Qingyou, it's been a long time."
Song Qingyou raised her eyes slightly, and when she saw his face clearly, a smile appeared in her eyes: "When did Brother Li come back?"
“The day before yesterday,” Bai Li said.
Song Qingyou was surprised for a moment: "Then why didn't you come to find me?"
Bai Li was silent for a moment: "I looked for it. I ran into another man at your door. He said you moved."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She pursed her lips and walked inside side by side with Bai Li. "He was joking. You should have contacted me directly."
"Dad said you'd be coming today, so he didn't want to bother you." Bai Li paused, then asked, "Who is he?"
Song Qingyou stepped into the house, the warmth enveloping her body, a completely different temperature from outside. She brushed the snow off her trousers and said:
"My boyfriend."
Bai Li, who was following behind, suddenly stopped. "Didn't you divorce Fu Tingshen?"
Song Qingyou took off her down jacket and hung it on the rack: "His name is Fu Wenzhou, he is Fu Tingshen's nephew, and we have been together for some time now."
"Nephew?" Bai Li frowned even more deeply, his expression darkening. "You're with your ex-husband's nephew?"
Song Qingyou's eyes flickered slightly. Bai Li was a soldier with impeccable revolutionary credentials, having grown up in the military since childhood. His thinking was rigid and stubborn. In his eyes, the idea that she and her ex-husband's nephew had become boyfriend and girlfriend was utterly absurd.
However, she didn't want to explain this in detail, so she simply changed the subject: "Where's Uncle Bai?"
Bai Li frowned: "In the kitchen."
Song Qingyou nodded: "Then I'll go check the kitchen."
Bai Li pulled her back: "It's too fumes, don't go in."
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes to look at the hand that was gripping her wrist, and a strange feeling rose in her heart. It was strange that she didn't feel any resistance when Fu Wenzhou held her hand like that.
Song Qingyou subtly broke free, asking, "When will Brother Li take office?"
Bai Li's expression darkened as he watched her avoid him: "After the New Year, I'll go once my father's transfer order comes through."
He paused, then gestured in the air again: "You were only fourteen when I left. I never imagined you'd grow up so much."
Song Qingyou smiled and said, "After all, ten years have passed."
Bai Li's eyes were deep, like a deep pool, his gaze fixed firmly on Song Qingyou's face.
The girl's every smile and frown is as captivating as it was back then.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a laughing voice.
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