This person is restless himself, and he wants to make him restless as well.
"Where is Wei Yu?" Song Ling asked Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan whispered, "He left, saying there was an emergency at home."
"How can you believe everything he says?"
Song Ling felt that Luo Wenchuan's naiveté would lead to him suffering a great loss sooner or later.
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes, wanting to let go of Song Ling's hand, but Song Ling grabbed his hand in return. The more he struggled, the tighter Song Ling held on.
The little rabbit looked aggrieved, but inside it was very happy.
Song Ling looked at Shen Yueran and said, "I think I've made myself very clear. There's no beginning between us."
"I have no such intentions. Can't we be friends even if we're not lovers? As the young master of Qinghe, are you afraid to be friends with me?"
"Is this how you make friends?"
Song Ling put the bag from Luo Wenchuan's hand on the table. Shen Yueran pursed his lips and said, "He was going to buy it for me. Isn't that how you treat a guest?"
"Then please act like a guest."
Song Ling had never seen a guest like Shen Yueran who barged in without prior notice. Luo Wenchuan was clumsy with words and didn't know how many times he would suffer losses at Shen Yueran's hands.
"Brother Ling, I'm the one who's going to buy it; he's a customer."
Luo Wenchuan glanced at Shen Yueran, then quickly looked away, as if afraid that this person would devour him.
"Uninvited guests are not guests." Song Ling's gaze fell on Shen Yueran, and he said coldly, "Let's go outside and talk."
"Brother Ling..."
"Wait for me to come back."
Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan's hair, and Luo Wenchuan watched as Shen Yueran happily followed Song Ling out.
In his view, Song Ling's words to Shen Yueran just now did not seem like those of two unrelated people, but rather like the cold war and flirting between lovers.
Wei Yu is right. Song Ling is an Alpha who differentiated early on. It's impossible for her to, and she won't, remain chaste for him all these years.
What's more, this person originally grew up in the capital. Just thinking about how chaotic those young masters in the capital were made him feel disgusted. The things on the table were swept to the ground, and the packaged drinks fell to the ground, breaking into pieces and spilling out.
Luo Wenchuan was extremely agitated, feeling a surge of anger rising to his head.
The most important thing right now is Qinghe and Fengxing. As long as we proceed step by step and follow the plan, Qinghe will not be able to hold on for long.
But now he couldn't contain himself. The thought of Song Ling hugging someone else and calling them "baby" made him want to lock Song Ling up and make sure that person could only be with him.
Song Ling...
For him, the word "person" no longer simply represents elements that perfectly match his information.
Night deepened, like an impenetrable darkness in one's eyes.
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Song Ling's movements on the screen.
Tracking revealed that Song Ling entered a hotel and stayed for two hours. Two hours—absence makes the heart grow fonder—how could two hours be enough?
Luo Wenchuan stared at the location, his eyes dark and menacing.
He took a velvet box from the small table; inside the box was a pair of suppression rings that Song Ling had customized.
The hand with distinct knuckles landed on the hidden button, the black suppression chip was removed, and then bent into an irreversible arc between the two slender fingers.
Even the most technologically advanced things can be destroyed with ease.
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Song Ling's head was throbbing. After settling the unreasonable Shen Yueran down, she ran into Assistant Wang, who was rushing over, before she even entered the residential area.
The two went to Assistant Wang's hotel and sat for a while, talking about Qinghe.
The situation was serious, and Assistant Wang kept drinking as he spoke. Assistant Wang had followed Ms. Song from the bottom to the top, and Song Ling had never seen him so distressed.
Alcohol is the easiest way to lower a person's guard. Looking at Song Ling, Assistant Wang couldn't help but cry.
"Xiao Song, what are we going to do about Qinghe...?"
The man's tears fell like beads from a broken string, one after another.
Song Ling knew without a doubt how heavy Ms. Song's heart must be at this moment. She was a woman who was not good at expressing her emotions. She kept her love hidden in her heart and silently carried her burdens on her shoulders. She only spoke harshly to her children, but Song Ling knew that she also had moments of tenderness and weariness.
“I have already contacted the lawyer in Beicheng, and they said they would try to reduce the amount of the claim.”
Song Ling told Assistant Wang about the lawyers she had contacted. The compensation from the users was a minor issue; the real problem was the compensation from the terminal companies. If they were to compensate each one individually as stipulated in the original contract, Qinghe wouldn't be able to afford it even if it sold all its shares.
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Chapter 29 (2/2)
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In the field of security systems, Qinghe is not only the oldest but also the most prestigious. With Qinghe's downfall, no new company is likely to rise to its position for at least two years. What is the purpose of the person behind this, who went to such lengths to destroy Qinghe's reputation?
"Xiao Song, it would be great if you had studied finance. President Song has always hoped that you could take over Qinghe..."
"If I had taken over, things would be in the same situation today."
Judging from the aggressive way that person drove, this scheme has been in the works for at least a few years.
The two talked for a long time. When they arrived at the door, Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief before opening the door and going inside.
The living room lights were off, only a small lamp on the balcony shone dimly on the person lying on the bamboo chair, fast asleep.
Luo Wenchuan seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his brows slightly furrowed.
This person was like a pure white feather that had fallen into the midst of the noise, clean and soft, making Song Ling's heart melt whenever she saw him when she was tired.
After watching for a while, Song Ling prepared to carry the person into the bedroom.
In the year he was gone, the child gained weight and grew taller.
It seems heavier when I pick it up.
Luo Wenchuan nestled in his arms and only opened his eyes when he was placed on the bed in the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around Song Ling's neck and refused to let go.
"woke up."
"Um."
The little rabbit hugged the man tighter, as if trying to burrow into his chest.
Amidst the familiar scent of peach blossoms, Luo Wenchuan also detected the aromas of beer and lilies, two scents that further clouded his mood.
Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, holding him close: "Are you unhappy?"
"Um……"
"Why is the little kitten unhappy again?" Song Ling teased him on purpose.
Luo Wenchuan pressed his forehead against his chest and asked, "Do you... not want me anymore?"
"Why are you asking these questions again?"
"That person said he was with you."
"Who, Shen Yueran?"
"Yes, he's a top-tier Omega."
"So what if you're top-tier? In my eyes, you are too."
Song Ling kissed the little rabbit's eye, and Luo Wenchuan shrank into her arms, feeling shy and scared.
Song Ling always says these kinds of evasive things. If you like him so much, why don't you want to mark him? Is his mark so noble?
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes and said in a gloomy voice, "But you have his scent on you."
So that's what made them angry.
"Then what should we do? How about you let me smell like you all over me?" Song Ling asked him.
"May I?"
Luo Wenchuan's eyes lit up.
"Sure, what do you want to do?"
Song Ling's eyes, brimming with smiles, were filled with doting tenderness.
The way the little rabbit looks jealous is just so endearing.
Luo Wenchuan thought for a while, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Let me mark you, Brother Ling. Once I mark you, you're mine, and you can only be with me."
"Mark me, how do you want to mark me?"
It seems this little rabbit hasn't had a proper sex education class in the past four years, and just spouts all this nonsense.
"Let me mark you, Brother Ling."
The little rabbit didn't answer his question, but just snuggled in his arms, making Song Ling's heart itch uncontrollably. He reached out from the bedside to touch the inhibition ring, but the velvet box was intercepted by Luo Wenchuan halfway.
"Brother Ling, let me put it on you."
Looking at the eager little rabbit in front of him, Song Ling couldn't help but smile: "Okay, let me see how you mark me."
A glint appeared in Luo Wenchuan's eyes as he moved the suppression ring behind him.
"Brother Ling, from now on, will you only be with me?"
The little rabbit kissed Song Ling, giving her almost no chance to think.
"good."
Song Ling's hands were pinned behind her back as she earnestly responded to Luo Wenchuan's kiss, which was more passionate than ever before.
"Why are you acting like a little dog, even biting people?"
His clothes were almost completely outlined by the little rabbit's lips and teeth.
"Because I need to mark you, Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's voice was slightly low.
The rabbit's seemingly haphazard paw movements left Song Ling little time to ponder the specific meaning of the words; she simply responded in agreement.