Song Jingmo buried his head in deep thought, then looked up with a smile and said, "Qing'er, I have entrusted Fuhua entirely to you. Do whatever you want, Dad believes in you."
Her eyes reddened, and she pursed her lips, silently humming in agreement.
"Well, Brother Song, when it comes to going public, you definitely have to go to our Yinkong Investment Bank." Yi Mantian said with great enthusiasm. This is not surprising, as Yinkong Investment Bank has successfully helped many companies go public in recent years. Whether it is personnel or funds, there is no one else in the entire Linchuan.
This is a fantastic opportunity.
"Brother Yi, you don't mean to..." Song Jingmo squinted and raised his hand, looking as if he had just realized something.
"Brother Song, this is a match made in heaven! Don't rush to reply to me yet; let the young people get to know each other first." Yi Mantian said nonchalantly, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Song Qing.
"Dad, Uncle Yi, what are you talking about?" Song Qing asked, completely bewildered.
"Qing'er, you're still hiding this from your father. Why did the bank lend money to Fuhua at such a low interest rate?" Song Jingmo asked with a hint of reproach.
Song Qing panicked, "Dad, that's because..."
"My dear niece, you don't need to be embarrassed. My Zhengwei must have thought the project was worth investing in, and that's why he did it. Secondly, he must have faith in your abilities, which is why he's treating Fuhua so specially," Yi Mantian slyly chimed in.
Song Jingmo was even more convinced. "You didn't even tell Dad about something so important. I also admire Zhengwei very much. He's so young, yet he's managed to make the bank so successful. But young people always have their own ideas and preferences, and we, as elders, shouldn't force them." He gave Yi Mantian a meaningful look.
Yi Mantian, with a "this unfilial son" expression on his face, waved his hand and said, "Brother Song, things are not as you think."
Song Jingmo laughed heartily, "Brother Yi, let's not worry about it. It's just that my daughter is very stubborn. A while ago, my prized disciple hit it off with her at first sight, so I couldn't say anything." Yi Zhengwei's various actions in Linchuan were already common knowledge. For Song Qing's happiness, he certainly couldn't back down. Besides, with the Song family's background, he could easily choose someone better.
Yi Mantian thought this was Song Jingmo's prejudice against Yi Zhengwei, and that giving in so easily was not his style.
"Let's not talk about that for now. We can't interfere in the affairs of young people. But, my dear niece, about the upcoming IPO..."
"Uncle Yi, I still owe Mr. Yi a lot of favors. Besides, I highly approve of Mr. Yi's work attitude. With the pleasant experience of our previous cooperation, I believe that this time we will definitely succeed." She immediately took over, not wanting the two elderly people to get bogged down in the topic of marriage again.
"Okay, it's settled then."
"Yes, I will contact Mr. Yi tomorrow."
She smiled, then said goodbye to the two elderly people. By this time, her mother and Song Ning were probably getting impatient, as her phone had been vibrating in her pocket for quite some time.
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She sped home and, sure enough, found her mother and Xiao Ning sitting impatiently at the dining table, peeking around.
"Mom, Xiaoning, I just arrived at the hospital to see Dad, so I'm late." She went straight to the kitchen to wash her hands, apologizing as she did so.
Mrs. Song laughed and said, "I knew it! You must have gone to the hospital to see your father first. It's on the way, isn't it?"
"Sister, it's okay, I'm free anyway." Song Ning's face was a little pale, and her unmade-up face made her seem even more approachable and familiar.
Wang Ma smiled with satisfaction, attending to Song Qing's every need. No matter what Song Qing said, she refused to sit down and eat with them.
"Sister, Mom told me you went to the Yan family's house?"
"Yes, you don't need to worry. I told them about Xiao Ning returning to work at Fuhua, and your parents were very happy. I guess the wedding won't be far off."
"You went there to talk about this?" Song Ning asked in surprise.
"Yes, I had your sister go there specially. She's so busy, yet she still made this trip for you. From now on, you must work hard at the company and not let your father and sister down," Mrs. Song said, wiping away her tears.
"Mom, Xiao Ning will have to repay Hua sooner or later," Song Qing said. The implication was that she didn't want to accept this favor, and she knew that Song Ning might not want to owe her one either.
Song Ning put down her bowl and suddenly said, "Sister, I was thinking about the research lab in the northern suburbs. Isn't Brother Xu out of town right now? I don't want everyone to make a big deal out of my return to China."
"Xiao Ning, but that place...you're a girl..." Madam Song frowned and disagreed. The research lab was located in a remote area with a poor environment. Her husband had contracted the disease there, and she didn't want her daughter to go there either.
"Yes, Xiao Ning, you should go to headquarters," Song Qing also advised.
Song Ning shook her head. "There's been too much negative news about me lately, and I'm not prepared to face the media. Besides, I genuinely want to come back to work and don't want to be disturbed by the outside world."
Song Qing and his wife looked at each other, and had no choice but to accept this reason.
After dinner, Mrs. Song and Song Ning were having a private conversation, but she was too tired and sleepy, so she took a bath and went to bed early. The company was about to go public, and since she had promised her father, she was determined to do it well and make it a success. Thinking this, she collapsed onto her pillow and fell into a deep sleep. How long had it been since she had slept in a bed? A faint smile appeared on her face as she slept.
Chapter Twenty-One: The Conspiracy Escalates
Just like Yan Xunan deeply loved Song Qing, he had no doubt about that, but what was the result? He still betrayed her. That's what businessmen are like.
- Yi Zhengwei
The news that Fuhua was going public once again caused a huge stir. After receiving the news, Yan Xunan was so gloomy that he did not receive any visitors for a whole day, and the entire Weisheng was shrouded in a thick shadow.
After thinking about it for a day, he finally couldn't resist calling Song Qing.
"Qing'er, when are you free?"
Song Qing was surprised by his sudden appearance, but she had arranged to meet with Yi Zhengwei this week to discuss the listing.
"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time at the moment."
"I heard you're planning to go public?" he finally asked after a long pause.
Song Qing chuckled, "When did President Yan become so slow to get information?"
"Qing'er!" He interrupted her indifferent expression.
"Mr. Yan, I've finished preparing the cooperation proposal. I'll have a colleague from the planning department contact you. If there are no further questions, I'll hang up now." She suppressed her smile and buried herself in the documents.
"Qing'er, I'm willing to cooperate, but could you please stop all preparations for the IPO?" he asked urgently.