With a start, Song Nuan suddenly broke free from Lu Ziyang's grasp, a strength she didn't know she had found.
Despite their speed, Qin Yuchuan still noticed their brief moment of intimacy.
His gaze swept lightly over Song Nuan's fair and slender hands, and a mocking smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. He couldn't help but recall the chat log that Song Ningxue had shown him.
Looking at Song Nuan and Lu Ziyang now, their intimacy seems like a deliberate act for him.
Did you think you could humiliate him with such a clumsy scheme?
That's ridiculous.
Qin Yuchuan remained standing, casually asking, "It's working hours now, aren't you two being a bit too relaxed? Have you resolved the factory issues?"
When the factory was mentioned, Song Nuan's expression changed.
She calmly took a disposable cup from the counter, poured herself a glass of warm water, and slowly drank it, sip by sip.
"President Song, I'm asking you a question." Qin Yuchuan frowned unhappily.
Upon hearing this, Song Nuan feigned surprise, turned her head to look around, and then looked at Qin Yuchuan, giving him an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I thought Mr. Qin was talking to someone else."
There were clearly only the three of them nearby.
Qin Yuchuan's expression was slightly cold.
"Just now at the Qin family's house, from what I heard from young Mr. Qin, I thought you weren't planning to investigate the factory warehouse fire."
Song Nuan tilted her head and smiled at him, a smile that carried a clear hint of sarcasm.
After saying that, she turned to Lu Ziyang and asked, "By the way, Attorney Lu, if I remember correctly, all the members of the special task force signed a project confidentiality agreement, right?"
"Um."
"Mr. Qin signed it too?"
Although she was asking Lu Ziyang, she was actually looking at Qin Yuchuan.
Lu Zi raised his eyebrows. "Signed."
"oh--"
Song Nuan finished her water, tossed the paper cup into the trash can, and looked at Qin Yuchuan with a half-smile, "So, Attorney Lu, what should we do if a team member leaks project information to outsiders?"
The implication in her words was quite obvious.
Based on what she said, Lu Ziyang vaguely guessed what was going on.
He tapped his fingers absently on the table and replied calmly, "Compensation and dismissal are necessary. The company will file a lawsuit and seek compensation based on the severity of the leak."
"What if it's the project manager?"
"If it's the management, they will be prosecuted directly for infringing trade secrets, with a minimum sentence of three years," Lu Ziyang explained in detail, speaking the law in an orderly manner.
Finally, feigning ignorance, he asked, "Who leaked the project information? Mr. Song, you might as well tell me now so I can go back and collect information and prepare for a lawsuit."
The two engaged in a question-and-answer session with remarkable synergy.
Qin Yuchuan had lost his initial composure and his expression was gloomy. How could he not hear that Song Nuan was warning him?
Immediately, he chuckled softly, "Since President Song is so free, why don't you come to my office to report on the factory's problems and the current progress in resolving them?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
The smile on Song Nuan's face also faded.
Lu Ziyang stood next to her and looked down to see her tightly clenched hand hidden under her sleeve. As she took her first step, Lu Ziyang grabbed her wrist.
"Was the factory's problem caused by him leaking project details?"
He asked softly, but his tone was firm.
Song Nuan nodded slightly with difficulty, "But I have no evidence. The factory fire was most likely Song Ningxue's doing. I suspect he showed the project proposal to Song Ningxue."
Lu Ziyang seemed to be deep in thought.
Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I will find the evidence."
Song Nuan didn't have high hopes for this, but she still gave him a slight smile.
The Vice President's Office.
Song Nuan pushed the door open and went in. Without hearing a knock, Qin Yuchuan knew who it was without even turning around.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his pocket, the other playing with his phone. He didn't turn around, but his calm, deep voice rang out, carrying a warning tone, "Song Nuan, that's enough."
Song Nuan smiled upon hearing this, found a seat, and did not reply.
Qin Yuchuan then turned around.
He stepped across and sat down opposite her. The two faced each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air, silently confronting each other.
Song Nuan spoke first, "I only have one question: do you really want the project or not? If you find it troublesome and can't take the responsibility, I'll find a way to let you leave gracefully."
"I attach great importance to this Berlin project, Qin Yuchuan, don't hold me back."
Qin Yuchuan stared at her, his gaze deep.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, he and Song Nuan were more on the same page when it came to work and this matter, while Song Ningxue seemed to only cause trouble.
His Adam's apple bobbed subtly a few times, and his voice was hoarse. "I will investigate the factory matter. There won't be a next time."
It was rare to see him so easy to talk to, so Song Nuan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Although she really wanted to ask him if he had leaked the project details, she knew that there was no point in questioning him without evidence, so she had no choice but to swallow her anger for now.
Song Nuan's icy aura softened slightly. "The factory needs to build a temporary warehouse, but the finance department isn't allocating funds, saying they're short of money. I just went to the finance department and heard that other departments have reduced their budgets this quarter and given the money to the special task force. So where is the money?"
"Marketing and promotion will be necessary in the later stages of the project, and that's no small amount of money."
Song Nuan smiled upon hearing this.
What marketing and promotion is needed for a special project that supplies jewelry to Berlin?
"I've already approved the factory to build a temporary warehouse. If we can't come up with the money, and there's a problem with the raw materials, we won't be able to supply them. How are you going to explain this to Berlin?" Song Nuan questioned coldly.
She exuded an imposing aura; even though she was sitting, her presence was terrifying.
This was Qin Yuchuan's first time working with her, and also the first time he had seen her so assertive and sharp-edged.
In most of his memories, Song Nuan was still that little girl who clung to him because her family didn't love her; she was fair-skinned, tender, and naive.
When she was little, she was well-behaved and obedient. Whenever she encountered difficulties, she would softly call him "brother" and ask him for help.
My gaze flickered slightly.
The clingy monster in my memory gradually sharpened its eyes.
Qin Yuchuan frowned slightly, his thoughts returning to him, and he appeared indifferent. "You are in charge of the factory, this is your business. You were the one who wanted to take this job in the first place, no one forced you."
Song Nuan was speechless after being cornered by him.
She gave a mocking laugh. "So, Vice President Qin isn't going to allocate any funds, is that it?"
"We only have so much money. We've already spent a lot on setting up the production line and introducing technology in the early stages."
Qin Yuchuan remained calm, instead reprimanding her, "Song Nuan, you're also a director. You can't just throw all your money into one department. Don't you understand that?"
Song Nuan was so angry she laughed.
There's no point in saying more.
She got up and left to find Lu Ziyang in the legal department, but her colleague said he wasn't there.
Lu Ziyang only works in the special task force and was specially recruited by Qin Guangsheng, so he doesn't have to follow the working hours of employees and can come and go as he pleases. It's normal for him not to be there.
Song Nuan messaged him: 'Where are you? I have a document for you.'
A few minutes later, they finally replied.
'I came over to the Song family to handle some matters.'
Song Nuan raised an eyebrow slightly, asked no further questions, and put away her phone.
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