Madam Song's heart had already turned to Song Ning, and she hurriedly said, "It's alright, you go about your business. I'm relieved to see you like this. I'll be going back in a bit."
Yi Mantian naturally wouldn't keep his guests.
On the highway to Cambridge, there was a crowd gathered, causing a slight traffic jam, which the traffic police were already handling. Yi Zhengwei drove attentively, only glancing at the crowd before hurrying past, while Song Qingzheng slept soundly during the one-hour drive.
The two then held a grand celebration ceremony to mark the successful production of Fuhua's first batch of goods. The atmosphere in the factory was vibrant, and everyone saw new hope.
Guo Sheng concluded by saying to the workers, "You've all worked hard lately. Except for those who stay to pack and move things, everyone else should go home and rest early. The company will soon have a large order coming in, so I hope you can all get plenty of rest and do your part for Fuhua!"
Song Qing breathed a sigh of relief and personally called the supplier to arrange a delivery date before leading Xia Xiaodong and Li Shuhua back to Linchuan.
Guo Sheng scratched his head and joked with Song Qing, "I'll go back and take a shower too, so I'll feel more refreshed next week."
Song Qing shook hands with him and smiled, "Yes, get some rest. I'll have to trouble you with the shipment next week."
Song Qing showed Yi Zhengwei around the factory before they returned to Linchuan together.
The two returned to Linchuan, and Song Qing immediately parted ways with Yi Zhengwei. She checked her watch and realized that her date with Leng Feng and Shi Xin was running out of time, so she turned to Xia Xiaodong and said, "I'll wait for you at Fuhua headquarters. Go back and take care of things first. This client is very important, and you can't rest."
Xia Xiaodong nodded, and Song Qing smiled. Young people are always so energetic.
Spring had arrived, but the weather was still very cold. She replied to Hua for a while, looked at the documents, and then fell asleep.
Chapter 53 Project Failure
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" The question was so calm it didn't sound like an accusation, yet it was more accusatory than anything else.
-Song Qing
Now, everything in Song Qing's life is exceptionally smooth and perfect, and she is beginning to feel fortunate that she chose Yi Zhengwei.
An occasional annoyance arose when Dong Haifeng frequently mentioned Song Jingmo's future prospects on the phone when placing orders with Song Qing. The power project had brought him success, but with Yan Xunan, this wolf with staying power, following behind, he naturally felt uncomfortable. However, he didn't want to offend Weisheng, especially since Yan Xunan had extended an olive branch to him. Now, regardless of whether Song Qing or Yan Xunan won, he wouldn't suffer a loss. Ideally, they would compete and destroy each other, ultimately allowing Hanlong to control the entire power project market.
He had always been on good terms with the Song family and was somewhat aware of the delicate relationship between Fuhua and Weisheng. Seeing that Song Qing was now completely focused on the new project and seemed to have forgotten how Weisheng had initially exploited Fuhua, he became anxious. Although he thought highly of Song Qing, she was, after all, a woman, and had shared such a deep relationship with Yan Xunan; it was inevitable that she might momentarily lose her way and forget the past.
Song Qing knew exactly what he was thinking. She was a rational businesswoman, and given that Fuhua was not yet fully stable, she couldn't act rashly. But every time she woke up in the middle of the night and thought of Song Jingmo, she felt a piercing pain. Song Jingmo's death was destined to be her nightmare for the rest of her life.
She still vividly remembers the vow she made and the hatred she felt when she knelt in the muddy, rain-soaked ground before the grave after the funeral, once everyone had left. She had persevered until now entirely because of that hatred; without that hatred and sense of responsibility, she would have collapsed long ago.
She really felt she had changed. She could now face Yan Xunan and Song Ning calmly and accept Yan Xunan's kindness. Was she compromising or growing up? What kind of feelings did she have for Yan Xunan now? She really hadn't thought about it and couldn't figure it out. She only knew that every time she saw Yan Xunan, especially when she saw the squinting smile in his narrow eyes, which, although it shone with shrewdness, she still couldn't bring herself to hate him.
After thinking it over, I realized that the person she hated the most was actually herself.
Dong Haifeng talked a lot on the phone today, which caused her to not sleep well last night. She dreamed of Song Jingmo again. In the dream, Song Jingmo was talking to her about the future of Power One with great ambition. Suddenly, she looked like she was seriously ill and dying. She closed her eyes and lay on the bed without moving.
"Qing'er, Yan Xunan is not the right man for you. Wake up!" She suddenly heard Song Jingmo's voice.
Turning her head, she saw Yan Xunan's increasingly faint figure in the thick white fog, and she suddenly shouted it out in her dream.
"We must take back everything that belongs to Fuhua! But Qing'er, you must be careful in everything you do!" Song Jingmo suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide open. Song Qing shouted, but Song Jingmo had already fallen straight down and never got up again.
She screamed until her throat was hoarse, then suddenly felt dizzy and had a splitting headache. She heard a familiar voice calling her name, seemingly close by. It took her a long time to regain consciousness. The bedside lamp was dimly lit. She didn't know where she was, but Yi Zhengwei's worried face appeared before her.
"What happened?" Her voice was hoarse. Had she really shouted just now?
Yi Zhengwei frowned, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes. He wiped the sweat from her forehead, tucked her in, and got up to wring a hot towel for her.
That night, Yi Mantian summoned the family doctor, saying that Song Qing had caught a bad cold, but Aunt Zhou disagreed with her taking medicine. "Maybe the young mistress is already pregnant. Leave it to me. I'll use traditional methods, which are healthier, although it will take a little longer."
Yi Mantian nodded quickly.
The family doctor had no choice but to pack his things while saying, "Alright then, if anything unusual happens, be sure to call me immediately."
Song Qing struggled to get up. "Dad, no, this is the busiest time at the factory. The Power One project is also in a busy production week. I can't leave it unattended."
Yi Mantian slammed his hand on the table, pointed at Yi Zhengwei, and said, "Let him keep an eye on things. He knows about the project!" Then he scolded Yi Zhengwei, "How have you been watching your wife? These past two days you've been so distracted. Where has your mind wandered off to?"
Yi Zhengwei remained silent, and the Yi family mansion suddenly fell silent again. The faint sound of his cell phone ringing upstairs could be heard. Aunt Zhou sighed, and Yi Mantian tapped his cane and said sternly, "Don't answer it!"
Who could be calling Yi Zhengwei at 3 a.m.?
Song Qing covered her head and leaned against the sofa, falling asleep.
Yi Zhengwei glanced at Song Qing, whose mind was still filled with the name Yan Xunan that Song Qing had called out in her dream. Without hesitation, he went upstairs, ignoring Yi Mantian's anger.
"How is Xing'er?" He walked to the balcony, where the night dew was heavy, and answered the phone.
"Are you even human?! Xing'er is so badly injured, and she keeps saying she wants to see you, but you just won't come! Do you even know she was pregnant with your child?! You heartless bastard!" The caller was Shen Xing's mother, who was sobbing.
Yi Zhengwei's hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold a cigarette or the phone. He hung up the phone with a heavy heart. The lights in the living room downstairs went out. He smashed his phone to pieces in the courtyard, his hands gripping the iron railing tightly, and remained motionless.
Looking up at the dark night sky, a few lonely stars hung in the air, appearing and disappearing. After a long while, he squatted down, holding his head in his hands, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked. He had never felt so defeated before.
He knew in his heart that he and Song Qing could never be separated, but Shen Xing was utterly innocent! He wanted to let go and let Shen Xing find her own happiness, but instead, Shen Xing clung to him more and more, even placing excessively high expectations on him and their future. He had no choice but to harden his heart and refuse, but unexpectedly, a serious car accident occurred, and along with it, he lost a child he had never known about.
Shen Xing is a nurse, she couldn't possibly not know how to protect herself. She's always been obedient and takes her medicine on her own, so how could this happen?
He promised her a lifetime of unchanging love, and he has never lied. What's wrong with me now? Where has all my confidence gone?
Instead, he was completely bound by Song Qing, who always had another man in her heart.
After drinking the ginger soup, Song Qing went upstairs but couldn't find Yi Zhengwei anywhere. Instinctively, she went to the balcony and saw him like this. She didn't make a sound, but tears of heartache welled up in her eyes for no reason. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to think that Yi Zhengwei was torturing himself like this because he hadn't taken good care of her.
Yi Zhengwei looked up and saw her, then immediately stood up and scolded, "Don't you know you have a cold? It's windy here, let's go inside."
Song Qing nodded, sniffed, and sure enough, her nose was blocked again. Yi Zhengwei carefully watched over her until she felt better, then lay down wearily.