Song Qing didn't react, but she stopped crying. She got out of the driver's seat and let Yan Xunan drive. Less than a hundred meters ahead of them, Yi Zhengwei was standing with the car door open, and it was unclear how long he had been standing there. They looked at each other from a distance, and Song Qing turned around without any expression and got into the car.
After closing the car door, she looked again, but Yi Zhengwei was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that she had imagined it and misjudged him.
“Xunan, I did nothing wrong. You don’t need to try to convince me anymore. No matter how much you say, I won’t change my mind.”
Yan Xunan dared not argue with her any longer and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it today."
They successfully picked up Xiao Huainian, and the family behaved impeccably. The welcoming banquet was a harmonious affair. Madam Song and Xiao Huainian, unaware of the events leading up to it, had fulfilled a lifelong wish, and both drank quite a bit. As for the rest of the family, everyone except Song Qing, who couldn't drink, was thoroughly drunk. Yi Zhengwei and Yan Xunan, in particular, engaged in a drinking contest, as if they were sworn enemies, taking advantage of the situation to drink to excess, ignoring Song Ning's attempts to stop them, while Song Qing, of course, wouldn't intervene.
She left the table and called driver Zhang to come and pick her up. After the party, she drove herself back to the Yi family home. She felt particularly tired today, and after washing up at home, she went to bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. Midway through her sleep, Aunt Zhou gave her a bowl of soup of unknown origin, which made her sleep even more soundly.
Suddenly sensing that the atmosphere was somewhat unusual, she rubbed her eyes and got up. The room was dimly lit, though the moonlight was nice tonight. Yi Zhengwei was walking unsteadily out of the bathroom.
Seeing that she had woken up, Yi Zhengwei walked to the dressing table, picked up the car keys, opened the balcony door, and smashed them down cleanly and neatly. The sound of shattering filled the air, and Song Qing opened her mouth, feeling as if a corner of her heart had also shattered.
She felt her mind was no longer under her control, and her body suddenly tried to get up. Yi Zhengwei rushed over in one stride, pressed down on her shoulders, and pressed his still-alcohol-smelling lips tightly against hers, preventing her from moving or breathing.
"You... um..."
"Leave Hongshang's matter to me. You must not have any further contact with Yan Xunan. Trust me, I can do it for you!" Yi Zhengwei only relented when she stopped struggling.
Song Qing stared at him blankly in the darkness, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
Suddenly, she said, "Actually... do we really have to do this?" Yan Xunan's words today did have some effect on her. Even though Song Ning took the shares, as he said, they were, after all, sisters and children of the Song family.
Yi Zhengwei's eyes darkened. He had guessed correctly, hadn't he? She still couldn't let go of Yan Xunan. At this moment, he desperately wanted to deliver the most devastating blow to Weisheng, leaving him no chance to recover!
"I am your husband, and you are pregnant now. I absolutely will not allow you to take over Hongshang's research! Think it over carefully!" He suddenly turned away, hurriedly changed his clothes, and slammed the door shut without any mercy.
"Zhengwei, listen to me..." Song Qing anxiously chased after him.
"Enough, Song Qing! If you still consider me your husband!" Yi Zhengwei said without turning his head, and then stopped talking.
Song Qing stood barefoot in the middle of the hallway, watching him leave. She had never seen Yi Zhengwei so irrational. She told herself, no, she had to take over Hong Shang's research!
But, but...
She felt a sharp pain in her heart, but was it for herself or for Yi Zhengwei? She truly didn't know.
When Aunt Zhou and Yi Mantian came out to see what was going on, she was already clutching her chest in pain and slowly went limp. Aunt Zhou cried out to God and rushed up the stairs, catching Song Qing at the last moment. Yi Mantian was so anxious that he almost had a heart attack.
Overnight, Song Qing was taken to the First Hospital. Fortunately, both mother and child are safe.
These two are always in a constant state of turmoil, with one problem after another, and they never have a peaceful day.
Side Story - First Encounter...
The snow was heavy this winter, and I really wanted to go downstairs and build a snowman with my sister, but I hadn't finished the task my tutor assigned me.
Wang Ma adjusted the temperature in my room to be just right, making me feel drowsy. I really wanted to tell Dad that maybe if I played with Mom and my sister next time, I would feel much better. But I was afraid that Dad would get angry, and I didn't want to make him cough.
I got up and opened the window. A cloud of snow vapor rushed in, feeling wonderfully cool. Xiao Ning immediately saw me and waved, "Sis, come down and play! The snow is so thick! Shall we build a snowman together?"
I shook my head again.
Mom waved for me to close the window. "It's almost time to eat. Have you finished your homework? Hurry inside, or you'll catch a cold. You're dressed so lightly."
I nodded, and Xiao Ning, holding her mother's hand, asked, "Why does my sister have so many words to write every day?"
I once heard Wang Ma say that when my mother was pregnant with me, a doctor said it would be a boy, and my father was very happy.
The following year, Xiao Yi was born, and she was a girl.
But Dad couldn't bear to let Mom suffer again.
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While eating, Xiao Ning was sneezing and warming herself by the fire. Her round face was flushed and she looked so cute. Her mother always manages to buy her beautiful clothes, making her look like a princess.
After dinner, Dad asked me to go to his study to play chess with him. Now, he can only give me a handicap of one knight.
"Qing'er, would you give Dad a ride next year at this time?" Dad was unusually kind, his eyes crinkling with laughter as he puffed on his pipe.
I frowned, snatched the pipe, and began to concentrate on the game of chess.
My father always said that actions speak louder than words.
"It seems like there's no point in being here."
"He can't die. If he dies, everyone in front of him will die." I pushed a pawn across the river.
"Can he just wait for the people in front to rescue him?" Dad asked Xiang Feitian.
"He is very useful. He can devise battle strategies with the soldiers around him and tell the general how to fight."
What qualities should he possess most?
I thought about it and concluded, "He must have the composure to remain calm and collected even if a mountain collapses before him, and he must also be calm and rational."
Dad nodded, pointed to the situation on my side, and said, "Do you know why I can beat you every time?"
I shook my head.
"Qing'er, you are too conservative, too focused on defense, and too concerned with planning for your own side. Your vision is not long-term enough."
"Yes, Dad, I will change my strategy in the future."
Dad gave a long "hmm".