Chapter 33 "As You Wish"
If she was still a little dazed just now, Ying Shixue has now completely woken up and come back to her senses.
He instinctively grabbed the collar of his clothes: "Wait a minute..." The next second, Song Mingli's hand covered him, easily prying his fingers apart one by one, and then holding them in his own palm.
The touch was fleeting; Song Mingli seemed to have rubbed his hand hard, then took the scissors from the medicine box and cut open the fabric of his shirt.
The scissors were cold, and he always had the illusion that they were being touched deep inside through his skin. Ying Shixue lowered her long eyelashes, pursed her lips to suppress the strange feeling, and couldn't help but shiver when her clothes completely slipped off. She pulled the small blanket on her legs up a little.
He had his head down and couldn't see himself. Under the light, the young man's back was slender, with smooth curves and prominent, beautiful butterfly-shaped shoulder blades that seemed ready to take flight. In the indoor light, his skin seemed to be covered with a faint halo, reminiscent of pearls in the deep sea or white porcelain in a dark room.
At this moment, on her jade-like left shoulder, there were several hideous scarlet abrasions. The shallowest edges had already scabbed over, but most of them had become inflamed and swollen because they had not been treated.
Ying Shixue's skin has been thin since she was a child; even the slightest bump or bruise would cause it to turn blue or purple very badly.
Like a canvas torn in half, or an unfinished porcelain piece smashed on the ground, he himself is unaware of how much this can stimulate the darkest and most primal sadistic desires deep within a person's heart.
Song Mingli looked away, picked out a few bottles from the medicine box, but did not rush to use them. Instead, he first took apart a pair of medical scissors, cut a large piece of gauze, carefully folded it into a square shape, and handed it to Ying Shixue's mouth: "We need to disinfect it first. Don't bite your lip if it hurts."
Ying Shixue only then felt a little ashamed, pushed his forearm and turned her head: "No need..." He's so old, he's not a child anymore, why would he need to bite the gauze if it hurts from disinfection?
Song Mingli, however, pinched his chin with one hand and, with a clever force, forced his lips open slightly. Then, with a movement that was not exactly rough but extremely brute force, he stuffed the gauze into his mouth.
Ying Shixue trembled all over. For a moment, he almost couldn't help but want to run away. But it was very strange that such a thought arose, because in fact, Song Mingli had never caused him any real harm so far.
Previously, this feeling was just an occasional treacherous reef beneath the calm surface of the sea, but recently this sensation has become more and more frequent, to the point that he can hardly ignore it anymore.
A dull ache lingered at the tip of his upper tooth, a result of Song Mingli's light but firm touch when he pulled his finger out of his mouth.
Ying Shixue held the gauze in her mouth, her arms wrapped around the blanket that covered her chest.
Perhaps it was just an exaggeration, but when Song Mingli applied the medicine, he was still very gentle and careful. Apart from the slight pain when washing with the medicine, the rest of the powder was mild and not irritating.
The sound of the medicine bottle cap being screwed on could be heard behind them. Song Mingli said, "Don't move around too much after applying the medicine powder, and don't put on any clothes yet. Let it air out for a while, and cover yourself with a blanket so you don't catch a cold."
Then he washed his hands and pinched the gauze that was still in his mouth.
Ying Shixue belatedly relaxed her jaw, probably because she had been holding it in her mouth for too long. Saliva had already soaked one side of the gauze. Ying Shixue wanted to take it herself, but he stopped her. Song Mingli even slightly bent his finger and wiped it on her lips.
Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled slightly. Song Mingli had already taken away the gauze and continued packing his medicine box.
With a click, the medicine box was locked. Ying Shixue breathed a slight sigh of relief, which meant that Song Mingli was leaving. At the same time, a very strange feeling rose in her heart.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the thought, but Song Mingli picked up the medicine box and, before leaving, gently stroked his head with his large hand, speaking in a casual tone:
“If you continue to neglect your body like this, I don’t mind taking over this power for you.”
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The press conference arrived as scheduled. Ying Shixue was dressed in a tailored black suit, her hair was styled with hair wax, and her full forehead was exposed.
It was only then that Wei Chao realized that the young man, who was usually a bit cold and very humble, actually had such a sharp side.
The makeup artist was amazed, saying she had never seen such a good foundation and facial features. She needed almost no makeup, and in the end, she only slightly shaped her eyebrows and touched her hair.
Such a significant collaboration drew a huge crowd of reporters to the large auditorium, which was filled with all sorts of flashlights and cameras.
The hostesses stood smiling at the edge of the stage, and the senior executives from both sides took turns giving polite opening remarks. As the announcement of the cooperation was about to take place, the host came on stage again.
Even though they knew this wasn't the focus of the press conference, the reporters couldn't help but capture the young man's upright posture, impeccable demeanor, and elegant manners.
Ying Shixue opened the lyrics in her hand, and the sound from the microphone connected the entire venue. From this angle, the top light shone down on Ying Shixue's position, making her hair appear dark black, while her profile was particularly cold and pale.
Wei Chao sat below the stage watching him, and suddenly the vague unease that had been lingering since early morning reached its peak.
"Good morning, distinguished guests and journalists. I am the host of this press conference, and I am from SK Group."
"Upon investigation, Shen Shaocui, the general manager of our company's financial department, is suspected of violating trade secrets, theft, and embezzlement. The case has been transferred to the Municipal Legal Department for confirmation and relevant penalties will be imposed. He has an improper relationship with the partner of the Shengan Group project, and this cooperation will be suspended. Thank you for coming. This press conference is now concluded."
The entire room erupted in uproar. Reporters dropped their notebooks in shock. Executives from both sides in the main seating area stood up almost simultaneously, amidst questions, gasps of astonishment, and angry shouts. At the same time, the doors to the auditorium were suddenly flung open, and well-trained police officers filed in, their shoulder patches bearing the words "Van City Police."
Seeing the shocking turn of events, Shen Shao Cui didn't even have time to curse Ying Shi Xue's sudden betrayal. Suddenly, a bodyguard-like man in black appeared behind him, stuffed a rag into his mouth, stopping him from uttering any further words, and twisted him onto the table.
In the midst of excruciating pain, Shen Shao Cui's vision went black for a moment, then he felt a cool sensation on his wrist—it was a police handcuff.
Amidst the shoving and jostling of the crowd, a chaotic scene resembling splashing oil, Sheng An slammed the table down on the spot. SK executives shouted for people to block the news and restrict access. Three lean men in black suits walked up to him, the leader bowing slightly to him: "Young Master Ying, the sir requests your presence."
Ying Shixue nodded. Before leaving completely, she turned back in a daze and met Song Mingli's gaze across the bustling crowd, who had also stood up.
Just as the black-clad bodyguard was about to stop following Ying Shixue's movement, Ying Shixue withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward, making one wonder if that barely perceptible pause had truly occurred.
The young man before me was even somewhat frail, yet from behind he appeared exceptionally solitary and invincible, as if nothing could break him as he marched toward an unknown future.
The bodyguards in black quickly led him to the underground parking lot, remaining silent the whole way. An hour later, they stopped in front of a venerable old house.
Ying Shixue silently walked through the long, winding corridor. The study door was respectfully pushed open by a servant standing by, and after he went in, the heavy door slammed shut behind him.
At the front of the study, Song Qi sat high on a rosewood chair, his hands folded over his lower abdomen, with a document on the table.
He didn't look up when he came in. Time didn't seem to have left too many harsh marks on him. His nose was straight and his jaw was excellent. In some ways, he did look very similar to Song Mingli.
Ying Shixue bowed slightly to him: "Father."
"Hmm." Song Qi responded indifferently, his tone nonchalant: "Is this what you wanted to show me?"
Ying Shixue's expression remained unchanged, her eyelashes lowered, and her tone neither humble nor arrogant: "Shen Shaocui has been the general manager for more than ten years, and has embezzled public funds on multiple occasions. This time, he has colluded with Sheng Anli to abuse his power and try to cover up the truth by modifying source code containing viruses."
At the summit, Jiaxing Chip 3.0 had successfully opened up the market initially, but it has not been released in large quantities for a short time. Shengan is the first company to do so. If the wrong chip code is implanted and actually enters the market, not only will SK's research and development over the past two years be in vain, but the performance of the previously released 1.0 and 2.0 chips, as well as other products under its umbrella, will also be questioned and affected.
Xi Bojian had calculated that if this matter succeeded, he could simultaneously cripple SK and Sheng'an. He helped Xi Bojian gain access to Sheng'an, and Xi Bojian helped him secure a place in SK and investigate the truth behind the laboratory incident.
SK has stood strong for over a century, and it has long had a well-established set of management and review rules. It would be very difficult and unrealistic to completely conceal unauthorized issuance. However, Xi Bojian was playing the time difference. Even if he was slightly off, as long as the public opinion was in control, the stock price fluctuations would be enough to cause him a lot of trouble.
Even if Song Qi didn't know the specifics of his deal with Xi Bojian, he had already discussed it with Song Qi when he got the virus code from Shen Shaocui. Judging from the current outcome, the other party should have already figured out most of the details.
"...So, for the past two weeks, while you were working under Shen Shao Cui, you were secretly gathering evidence of his collusion with Sheng An, and you contacted the police and me."
Song Qi smiled slightly, his pen twirling lightly in the air before tapping against the edge of the table with a dull thud: "Then,"
The old house was designed by renowned architects who poured years of effort into its construction. It was designed to be very sunny, but even though it was midday, the study had only half the curtains drawn. As a result, when the cold afternoon sunlight shone through the window and onto Song Qi, his face showed a hint of heat and cold.
What do you want?
Ying Shixue raised her head, her face extremely young yet sharp, her pupils pure black. She met Song Qi's gaze across more than twenty years, her voice soft and gentle: "Father, this is merely my pledge of allegiance, to prove to you that I possess such ability."
“If possible, I would like to request that you allow me to serve as the CEO of SK’s Haiju branch.”
The air gradually became stagnant, to the point that it was impossible to breathe.
After a while, Song Qi gently closed the pen cap, and a crisp "click" sounded in the silence.
"As you wish."
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It was already evening when Ying Shixue came out of the old house. He stood in the courtyard. The night air was already cold, and he was still wearing only the thin shirt he had worn in the main hall that afternoon.
Uncle Lin, the driver, carefully observed his expression and said, "Young Master Ying, let me take you home. It's getting dark, and it's inconvenient for you to drive alone."
Ying Shixue gently shook her head. In the darkness of the night under the streetlights, her face showed a strange, yet captivating pallor and an imperceptible weariness: "No need, thank you, Uncle Lin. I can drive back by myself."
I turned off my phone after leaving the auditorium, and I knew that if I turned it on now, I would see a lot of missed calls.
Ying Shixue lowered her gaze, but instead of returning to the Bauhinia Villa, she went to the underground parking lot of SK first.
Those who weren't working overtime had already left, while those who were still working overtime were still working hard. The spot where he parked was also hidden, so almost no one saw him.
Ying Shixue watched quietly as the pointer on the car's display screen returned to zero. After sitting for a long time, she finally removed the key, opened the car door, and got out, then paused slightly.
Not far away, beside a pillar in the parking lot, Xi Bojian, dressed in all black, had a cigarette between his fingers that emitted a faint crimson glow in the dim light, illuminating his slightly sinister eyes.
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