Zhou Min and Song Zhiren exchanged a glance.
Then, Song Zhiren said with a smile, "You and Xue'er chat, we'll go out first."
When he left, Song Zhiren made sure to close the door behind him.
Inside the ward, Qin Guangsheng sat on the sofa, a gentle smile on his face, but a cold aura emanated from him.
He took out several documents and placed them on the table.
“Ningxue, your pregnancy has been tough. I’ll have the lawyer transfer two villas and two cars to your name. If you want to start a business after giving birth, the family can also arrange a few shops for you.”
Song Ningxue was shocked and secretly pinched her palm, saying in a panic, "Thank you, Dad."
Qin Guangsheng frowned slightly.
Of the two daughters of the Song family, the one in front of me has a much deeper mind than Song Nuan.
Thinking of Song Nuan, Qin Guangsheng felt a pang of guilt.
He said, "As an elder, I shouldn't say too much about what's between you and Yu Chuan. Now that you're pregnant, just focus on your pregnancy, give birth to the child, and don't cause any more trouble. You and Nuan Nuan are sisters, so know when to stop."
Song Ningxue's smile froze slightly. "I know, Dad."
"It's good that you know. It was the Qin family who wronged Nuannuan first. I hope you can understand." After saying that, Qin Guangsheng stood up and straightened his suit.
Song Ningxue forced a smile, "Dad, are you going back?"
Qin Guangsheng: "I still have things to do at the company. You and Yuchuan aren't married yet, but Nuannuan is now my daughter-in-law. Please be mindful of how you address her."
Song Ningxue: "...Okay, Uncle Qin."
As soon as Qin Guangsheng left, Song Ningxue picked up the documents on the table and looked at them. The documents mentioned two houses and two cars. The houses were in a prime location in Liangcheng and were quite valuable. The cars included a BMW and a Ferrari.
The two houses alone are now worth a combined 100 million yuan.
Song Ningxue's expression was not good, and she did not show the initial surprise.
She hasn't even married into the family yet, and the Qin family is already so generous. How much money must Song Nuan have made over the years?
Moreover, Qin Guangsheng's words just now were all in defense of Song Nuan. After Song Nuan gets a divorce, the Qin family will have to compensate her with all sorts of good things.
Song Zhiren and Zhou Min have returned.
Song Ningxue was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't notice.
When the two saw the contract in her hand, Zhou Min exclaimed, "Two villas in the center of Liangcheng!"
Song Ningxue snapped back to her senses and looked up to see Zhou Min's bright eyes.
In an instant, Song Ningxue made a decision.
She handed one of the property deeds to Song Zhiren, saying, "Dad, Song Nuan is now fighting you for control of the company, and you need money to buy shares. I don't have much money on hand right now, so this house is for you."
Song Zhiren: "Xue'er..."
Song Ningxue winked playfully, "I'll be charging interest, so Dad will have to give me half of my sister's shares in the future."
"Don't worry, definitely." Song Zhiren happily accepted it.
After Song Nuan returned, HR from the Song Group contacted her.
The board assigned her to the advertising department as a junior assistant in the media group—a position that couldn't be more basic.
HR knew that the person coming was the heiress of the Song family. Despite the numerous rumors circulating within the company, it was possible that Song Nuan would actually take over the Song family business in the future.
Who knows what the future holds?
The first rule of workplace etiquette: Don't offend those you have connections with.
HR politely asked, "When does Sister Song plan to start her onboarding?"
"Let's do it today. Can you help me enter the information online?" Song Nuan really didn't want to go out today.
HR said, "Okay, can I start tomorrow?"
Song Nuan: "Yes."
"Okay, then please bring your onboarding documents to the company early tomorrow, and we'll complete the remaining offline procedures together."
Song Nuan thanked him and was about to hang up when she suddenly remembered something, "Are there any vacancies in the staff dormitory?"
"some."
"Please help me apply for one; I'm moving there today."
At the door of the master bedroom, Lu Ziyang held a fruit platter, his brows instantly turning cold and stern.
After returning from the press conference, Song Nuan seemed like a different person, staying only in her room. No matter how Lu Ziyang tried to tease her, Song Nuan remained indifferent. She would respond to him, but Lu Ziyang could clearly sense that something was different about her.
Lu Ziyang composed himself and went inside. "You're moving out?"
Song Nuan nodded, "Thank you for everything lately. I transferred some money to your account as rent and food expenses for this period. Last time you hired Ah Xuan and bodyguards to protect me, it cost 100,000 a day, right? Calculate the amount, and I'll pay you back in installments..."
"Song Nuan!" Lu Ziyang, unable to contain himself any longer, slammed down the fruit plate and angrily interrupted her, "What? After saying all that, are you planning to just pack your bags and leave, distancing yourself from me?"
Song Nuan frowned: "Calm down."
Lu Ziyang sneered, "I can't calm down, and you can't leave."
“I’m only staying here temporarily,” Song Nuan stated calmly. “I can’t stay with you forever.”
"Why is it impossible?" Lu Ziyang's eyes reddened, his obsession stirring within them.
Song Nuan felt there was nothing to say to him; he was not acting rationally.
Moreover, Song Nuan also felt guilty, as if she had used him and then discarded him.
She crawled into bed. "I'm sleepy."
The conversation always fizzled out when it came to the key issues, which infuriated Lu Ziyang. He knew Song Nuan was deliberately avoiding the topic, but when he saw the weariness in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Perhaps she really was tired, he thought.
Song Nuan really fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already past 7 p.m., and Lu Ziyang hadn't even woken her up.
She sat for a while to clear her head, then took out her suitcase, packed some daily necessities and a few sets of her usual clothes, and called a car on her phone.
The driver will arrive in just eight minutes.
Song Nuan planned to go downstairs to wait. She opened the door and suddenly a pair of hands appeared in front of her, suspended in mid-air, still in the posture of knocking.
Lu Ziyang saw the suitcase in her hand.
Song Nuan saw that the dining table was full of delicious food.
The air was quiet for a moment.
"I won't be eating here tonight," Song Nuan said gently.
Lu Ziyang asked, "How much longer until the car arrives?"
"A few minutes."
"Have some."
Song Nuan thought for a moment and nodded; she was indeed a little hungry.
She walked over. Lu Ziyang had cooked a lot of dishes tonight, all of which were her favorites. Song Nuanyu treated everyone to a meal, enjoying each dish.
The driver called: "Miss, I've arrived, but I can't find you."
"Wait a minute, I'm..."
Lu Ziyang snatched the phone back. "Sorry, I don't need the car anymore."
He canceled the order.
The speed was so fast that Song Nuan didn't have time to react.
Downstairs, the driver cursed, "What kind of weirdos are you all? Why didn't you say you didn't need the car earlier!"
Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.
The driver lowered the window halfway.
Ah Xuan pushed up his glasses and said gently, "That last fare was arranged by my boss. He had something come up, so I'll cover your fare."
The driver pulled out a QR code for payment: "Thirty yuan."
After paying, Ah Xuan looked up at the floor in front of him, then at the key in his hand, and shook his head.
Upstairs, Lu Ziyang dragged her luggage back to the bedroom. "You can't get out; the door is locked from the inside."
Song Nuan refused to believe it and went to open the door, but no matter how she turned the doorknob, the door wouldn't open.
Song Nuan was trembling with anger and yelled at him, "Lu Ziyang, what do you mean? Are you trying to put me under house arrest?"
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