After the accident, she felt lost. There were still many arcade games set up outside on the street, attracting crowds as usual, so she joined in the fun. Gradually, she blended in, cheering on the young people. Why was it always just a little bit short?
That's really discouraging.
Someone next to her saw that she had been standing there for a long time and asked her, "I'm next, I'll save you a spot, you go buy some coins."
Song Qing shook her head and thanked him for his kindness. "I know it's pointless for me to play, so I won't try. I'll just observe."
After an unknown amount of time, a couple finally broke the ice. A cute Garfield toy fell to the ground with a thud, as if unlocking a memory in her mind. In her sight, the girl was happily hugging the Garfield toy, her smile so blissful and content.
She sucked up the last of the now-cold tapioca pearls, accurately tossed the paper cup into the trash can, and quickly left.
"Guo Sheng, how's the investigation going?" She leaned against the car, looking at the colorful clouds on the horizon.
"Chairman Song, I've been working hard these past few days to debug the machines and rearrange the schedule. The investigation is mainly being handled by General Manager Yi, who is also dealing with the relationships with the public security and fire departments."
"Okay, let me know immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, Chairman Song, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter." Guo Sheng still spoke with great indignation. If he knew who was causing trouble, he would skin them alive. He and Xia Xiaodong had worked for nothing for several months, and he was really unwilling to accept it.
"Calculate the factory's losses and give them to me directly. Worker subsidies and the purchase of new equipment should be prioritized and not delayed."
"Yes, Manager You has already spoken to me and said that there is a sum of money specifically for me to use. You can rest assured that I will take care of the rest." He patted his chest to assure me.
Song Qing smiled and hung up the phone.
She turned on the car radio, which was broadcasting the stock market closing information, and listened attentively.
As she listened, she dialed Shen Xing's number.
"Ms. Shen, I apologize for contacting you so abruptly. I have heard about your situation, and I am very sorry."
"Thank you, perhaps it's fate."
"Yes, that's a good way to put it. Zhengwei and I are now deeply intertwined. We knew very well from the moment we got married that we couldn't separate. I'm sorry about that, but I had to let you know. So, Ms. Shen, you can consider this when deciding how to proceed with Zhengwei. Ms. Shen is a very sentimental person, which is why you've suffered such misfortune today. If possible, you could try living in a new environment and see if you can find a more suitable path. I would be very happy to help you with that, if you're willing."
"You want to kick me out?" Shen Xing asked in surprise.
“I’m thinking about all three of us. Miss Shen, you may think this is your personal relationship problem and has nothing to do with others, but there are many people around you who are worried about and care about you. Aren’t you hurting yourself now?”
Shen Xing's face paled, and she asked tremblingly, "Did Zhengwei ask you to say this?" Yi Zhengwei's consistent behavior had forced her to ask this question.
Song Qing shook her head and smiled bitterly, "What difference does it make? Think it over yourself. I won't make things difficult for you." She really hoped that Yi Zhengwei would say it himself, then she wouldn't have to rack her brains to make this phone call today.
She instinctively felt that Shen Xing's presence would cause them inconvenience, both in their lives and at work. She convinced herself that she was doing this only so that her marriage with Yi Zhengwei could settle down and become peaceful; she didn't want so many things to happen again.
She desperately hoped things wouldn't turn out the way she imagined; otherwise, it would be too terrible. What she wanted were people who could help Fuhua, not to create another enemy for Fuhua.
Having gone through so much and finally reached this point, she will not give up easily no matter what.
It has nothing to do with love, she told herself.
Fuhua couldn't afford any more setbacks; she was afraid she wouldn't have the courage to solve the problem.
The new project and Power One are just the beginning. Fuhua still has a long way to go before it achieves the stability and success she envisions.
Back home, her mind was filled with these chaotic thoughts. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smoked, then fell asleep without realizing it, her dreams filled with Yi Zhengwei.
The mysterious him at first sight; the him who deliberately made things difficult for her; the him who was always there for her whenever she needed him; the him who kissed her through the veil on their wedding day; the him who let her lean on him at the funeral; and of course, the him who stormed into the Song family in a rage, covered in mud, when she didn't care about him; and the him who played with her so playfully on this bed in their new home, without a trace of longing for Shen Xing. Everything in her dream was beautiful.
When he wasn't around, she always slept with the red star rabbit he had won. Was it because that day was so wonderful that her dreams were also beautiful?
She smiled and woke up unexpectedly. Instinctively, she looked up and found Yi Zhengwei looking down at her with a warm smile. She didn't know how long he had been sitting by the bed.
She snapped out of her reverie and sat up. "When did you get back?"
Yi Zhengwei stretched wearily and said in a hoarse voice, "Not long." He then turned around, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom.
He smiled unconsciously as soon as he closed the door, as if all the fatigue of the past few days had vanished, all because Song Qing was murmuring his name in her dream.
He thought that he must be doing very well in her dreams.
That's what made her so happy.
He hoped it would be the same in reality. For this woman, he had unconsciously changed so much. Nothing had ever made him truly put aside his work at the bank, but during these few days in Cambridge, his heart and mind were filled with Song Qing. How could he do better so that she wouldn't be so troubled, so heartbroken, so worried? He kept thinking about it.
She fainted in his arms that day, which terrified him. He never wanted her to experience anything like that again.
But could he tell her the truth about the fire? If he didn't tell her, how long could he keep it a secret?
When he came out, Song Qing had already fallen asleep again, not smiling, looking very peaceful. He touched her face and murmured, "Let's wait a while, until Fuhua is more stable, until I've dealt with Xing'er's matter, until... until we... until we're a little better... then I'll tell you."
He felt so guilty towards Shen Xing. He had abandoned her for his own interests, and now he was leaving her again for her sake. He decided to consider this a chance to settle things for the Shen family.
From then on, he would have no further connection with the Shen family.
That's good, he couldn't find a reason to cut off financial ties with Shen Huidong anyway.
Qing'er, I will make it up to you, believe me.
Please forgive me this time.
Chapter Fifty-Six Be Kind to Me
Ultimately, Yan Xunan and Yi Zhengwei are the same type of people. They'll pity them behind their backs, mourning their lost love, but when they're sober, they'll still choose what they want. She certainly won't sympathize with them, much less pity Yi Zhengwei, who's using his drunkenness to seek comfort from her.
-Song Qing
What followed proceeded smoothly. As the saying goes, "Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune," and Fuhua's factories became even more standardized. Fuhua's handling of the crisis earned praise from major media outlets, greatly enhancing the company's image as a resilient company in the public eye. However, outsiders had no idea how many trials and tribulations Song Qing had endured.