When Fu Wenzhou arrived home, Song Qingyou was sitting in a rattan chair reading a book. During this time, she had Song Chang move all her things to Yalin Villa, including these medical books that were almost covered in dust.
Song Qingyou was already quite accomplished in medicine. She had given up studying medicine years ago, and her teacher had scolded her for it. After hearing that she had recently picked up medicine again, he specially sent her several rare ancient books on traditional Chinese medicine.
Song Qingyou is currently reading one of those books.
She never entrusted her life to others; if Master Yunfang couldn't be found, so be it.
Since she had decided to live, she would save herself.
Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive; there's always a way to find a solution.
Song Qingyou was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice the commotion at the door. Only when the puppy clung to her did she move slightly and look up as if she had noticed something: "Where did it go?"
Fu Wenzhou buried his head in her shoulder, took a deep breath, and then, like an insatiable wolf, held her tightly and wouldn't let go.
Holding him in this primitive way made it difficult for Song Qingyou to continue reading, so she put the book aside and ruffled his black hair, saying, "I'm asking you a question."
Fu Wenzhou took two deep breaths, his eyes filled with a kind of infatuation. "Nightfall, with Xu Zezhan and Gu Bai, no one else. What about you? When did you get back? Why didn't you call me?"
Song Qingyou raised her hand and touched his earlobe, her voice gentle: "I've been back for a while."
When it's just the two of them, Fu Wenzhou is like a clingy big dog, never wanting to leave Song Qingyou's side for a moment, and always wanting her to be within his sight.
Song Qingyou was even more indulgent towards him than before, yet she herself was completely unaware of it.
For example, Fu Wenzhou kissed her much more often throughout the day. In the past, Song Qingyou would have made him stop, but now she basically indulged him. Even Song Chang felt that Miss seemed to have changed.
The phone rang, and only then did Fu Wenzhou reluctantly release Song Qingyou's tender, bright red lips, which he had just kissed, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
I wonder who was so tactless as to spoil the fun at a time like this.
Upon seeing the caller's name, Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly darkened: "Why is Yan Shaoqin calling you?"
After saying that, he softened his tone and kissed Song Qingyou's earlobe, "Sister, have you been contacting him too much lately?"
The dissatisfaction in his voice was almost overflowing.
Song Qingyou pushed his face away, "Stop fooling around."
Fu Wenzhou was a little angry, and as a result of his anger, he repeatedly teased Song Qingyou while she was on the phone.
With his sensitive spot being sucked, Song Qingyou almost couldn't help but moan, but luckily she covered her mouth in time to prevent herself from making any embarrassing sounds.
After waiting for a while without getting a response, someone on the other end asked, "What's wrong?"
She glared at Fu Wenzhou, pushed him away completely, and stood up in the window seat on the balcony: "No, you can continue."
Yan Shaoqin asked, "What are your conditions for transferring all of Qingning's projects to Shiyu?"
He wasn't like Fu Wenzhou's stupid dog or his own ignorant sister, who could believe that Song Qingyou was innocent and harmless.
Yan Shaoqin would never accept something for nothing.
Song Qingyou said, "We will open a branch in the United States and recruit all of Qingning's old employees."
There was a long silence on the other end before someone spoke, their tone slightly mocking: "Song Qingyou, do you think this is a shelter? Qingning has hundreds of employees, and you want me to take them all in? I don't think I look like the kind of philanthropist you'd expect."
Fu Wenzhou reluctantly hugged Song Qingyou from behind again, burying his head in her neck and kissing her neck, but he didn't do anything inappropriate.
Song Qingyou glanced at him sideways and poked Fu Wenzhou's face. "You opened a branch in the US, and there are ready-made talents for you. You saved a lot of money on personnel costs. Isn't that a worthwhile deal?"
Yan Shaoqin: "What about the money for opening a branch?"
Song Qingyou said, "You pay."
Silence fell again on the other end, followed by a soft sneer: "Fu Wenzhou isn't short of money, is he? You're just taking advantage of me? Why don't you go find him and be your sucker?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, her voice still a little embarrassed: "He doesn't earn money easily." And now he doesn't go to the company all day, he just stays with her all the time, she's really afraid that he will go bankrupt due to poor management.
Yan Shaoqin remained silent for the third time, finally unable to hold back any longer: "Do you think my money is so easy to earn?"
"Yan Shaoqin, who told you to swear at Youyou?"
Hearing the familiar, cold, and displeased voice, Yan Shaoqin paused, then realized that Fu Wenzhou was probably next to Song Qingyou. He was both angry and amused: "Fu Wenzhou, you're even more annoying than my mom's husky."
Fu Wenzhou sneered, "None of your business."
Yan Shaoqin angrily hung up the phone.
Fu Wenzhou turned Song Qingyou around: "Youyou, why do you insist on cooperating with Yan Shaoqin? Can't you just work with me?"
Song Qingyou explained to him, "Yan Shaoqin is a genius in venture capital. He has a great eye. Shiyu has been operating under his management for less than half a year and has already achieved a 20% market profit. He is a very good partner."
Fu Wenzhou's face darkened with each sentence, and he said coldly, "You despise me."
“When did I ever look down on you? Can you stop comparing yourself to others? I’m just stating an objective fact.” Song Qingyou was both amused and exasperated. Although she didn’t understand Fu Wenzhou’s thought process, she had recently learned a new skill: how to make a dog happy. “Besides, I want you to spend more time with me. Starting a new company takes a lot of effort. Yan Shaoqin is single and doesn’t need to spend time with his girlfriend, and you’re not.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou's gloomy aura vanished instantly, replaced by his signature dog-like grin: "Really?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Really."
Fu Wenzhou became happy again and leaned over to kiss her.
Song Qingyou took the initiative and the two kissed for more than ten minutes until they were both out of breath before stopping.
Song Qingyou blushed and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke: "I'll call Uncle Chang."
Fu Wenzhou knew she wanted to talk about returning to the Song family tomorrow, so he didn't press her further: "Mm."
Song Qingyou lay back down on the rattan chair: "Uncle Chang, how is it?"
Song Changzai replied from the other end: "Everything has been arranged."
Relieved by this reply, Song Qingyou hung up and stood up, saying, "Fu Wenzhou."
"Hmm?" Fu Wenzhou was leaning on his crutches, both of his legs were bandaged, and he looked rather comical to the naked eye.
Song Qingyou looked at her carefully for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "Do you need me to help you upstairs?"
Fu Wenzhou: "Yes, we need to."
He didn't care about saving face in front of Song Qingyou; he was happy as long as he could get the better deal.
The moon rises above the treetops.
At night, Fu Wenzhou quietly got up and went to his study, leaning on his cane.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a cigarette and fiddled with it between his fingers, then dialed a number.
"Uncle Rong, help me investigate someone." Only a desk lamp was lit in the room, and Fu Wenzhou's face blended into the darkness, making it impossible to discern his expression. "Hmm, his name is Yun Fang. Investigate whether he is alive or dead."
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