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"Zhengwei, there's so much news about the Song family these days, it's in every newspaper." Shen Xing and Yi Zhengwei were strolling around the Shibing Building. He only had time to spend with Shen Xing around noon. Fortunately, the hospital and the bank were not far apart.
"Really?" Yi Zhengwei said dismissively, but his mood clearly improved, and he bought Shen Xing several expensive pieces of jewelry.
"Sister Song has really had a tough time. She's so young, probably around my age, yet she has to work so hard. I'm lucky I'm not a career woman." Shen Xing held up a newspaper, the large front page featuring Song Qing's photo. Seeing her haggard appearance, like a chrysanthemum in the throes of despair, it was heartbreaking. Thinking about how she could live a carefree life and how Zheng Wei was always by her side, she couldn't help but feel grateful.
Yi Zhengwei affectionately put his arm around her shoulder, took the newspaper from her hand, and looked at it carefully. This woman, who had been on the verge of collapse that night, unexpectedly appeared on the city's best-selling newspaper the next day, filled with lavish praise and admiration for her.
Tsk tsk, he didn't disappoint me after all. He put away the newspaper and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"But what about her sister? I used to really like her, she was so cute, how could she make a movie like this?" Shen Xing pouted, her emotions written all over her face, her slender fingers poking at the images in the movie, unrestrained and licentious, truly unbearable to look at.
"Zhengwei, do you think she was really forced into this? But the Song family is so wealthy and powerful. These gangsters are really audacious."
Shen Xing rarely saw Yi Zhengwei in such a good mood accompanying her shopping, so her gossipy instincts kicked in, and she kept chattering on and on, regardless of whether Yi Zhengwei was listening or responding.
Yi Zhengwei grinned and put his arm around her as they entered the coffee shop. Even someone as naive as Shen Xing knew that no gangster could possibly threaten the wealthy and powerful second young lady of the Song family. However, Song Qing might not be so clear-headed.
He couldn't wait to see the show.
"Zhengwei!" Shen Xing's eyes widened as he pointed to the two people in the newspaper, which were old photos of Song Ning and Yan Xunan.
"What's wrong? Why are you so startled?" Yi Zhengwei called over a waiter and brought Shen Xing a drink. He must have been thirsty after talking all the way.
Shen Xing smiled shyly before saying, "So it turns out that you rich people have such complicated relationships." She spoke with a lot of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or embarrassment).
Yi Zhengwei frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"Look, I've seen this man before, right here, with his sister. I had just come in when they were about to leave. They looked very intimate, like a couple." She thought back to how envious she had been that day; it turned out there was such a complicated relationship involved.
Yi Zhengwei's eyes darkened. "You mean they're here?"
"Yes, didn't you see? She looked so shy and bashful, nothing like the image in the newspaper." Shen Xing happily leaned closer to him, seeing his interest.
Yi Zhengwei was silent for a moment, then pinched her cheek, which looked like she was asking for praise, and said with a smile, "Alright, I have to go to work now."
Chapter Eighteen: Sharing the Same "Illness"
"Song Qing, what you owe me won't be long."
- Yi Zhengwei
In fact, this matter was not something Song Qing could consider, nor did she have any room to consider it.
Song Ning returned home covered in bruises, but before she could even settle down, Madam Song rushed her to the hospital. She herself, sobbing and crying, then went to Fuhua again.
"Mom, let Ning'er recover properly. She can come back to work once she's better," she said helplessly. She could only wait until her father was feeling better before offering an explanation.
After seeing her mother off and promising to visit Song Ning in the hospital, she felt at ease and resumed her work.
Xu Zhihan's test drive is going smoothly so far. It's time to make a decision on this cooperation project. Publicly, Weisheng's strength is obvious to all. Privately, he will be the future son-in-law of the Song family, and Xiao Ning also has a part in Fuhua. She can't ignore it.
With her father so ill, she hadn't kept her promise to go on that date with him, and he, since the press conference, hadn't called her at all, as if he'd vanished without a trace.
She glanced at the pile of documents on her desk, rubbed her temples, and stood up. Even though she worked day and night, she still felt unsatisfied with her work.
In truth, she was very much like Song Jingmo, wanting to do everything herself. Because she valued it so much, and also wanted to meet her father's expectations this time, she dared not slack off in the slightest. However, with such a large company and a wide range of projects, coupled with a loan of 600 million, the pressure on her was immense. Should she really ask Yan Xunan for help?
Looking down from the 20th floor of Fuhua Building, everyone was leaving get off work one after another. Slowly, window by window, the entire building fell into darkness. She stood there until only her window remained, with a faint glimmer of light shining through. The streets outside were bustling and vibrant, but here, it was as silent as if no one was there.
Despite the thick carpet on the floor, every step she took sounded like thunder.
Her mother was already exhausted from taking care of her father, and now this had happened, making her understand her father more and more. She picked up the phone to call her aunt, but after thinking about it, she sighed and put it down.
The desktop phone suddenly rang.
"Hello."
"Qing'er, you really are still at the company!" Xu Yayue breathed a sigh of relief. She tried dialing Fuhua's switchboard, and to her surprise, Song Qing answered personally.
"Oh, Aunt Yan?" Song Qing exclaimed in surprise, not expecting that she was the one who contacted her first.
Xu Yayue chuckled, her eyebrows curving upwards. This girl hadn't changed much. She asked with concern, "Why are you still at the company so late? With such a busy work schedule, are you managing?"
Feeling sentimental, Song Qing thought about how she hadn't been able to visit her due to personal matters, and now that Ning'er was in trouble, her mother probably hadn't gone to see her either because of face-saving issues. So she spoke first, "Aunt Yan, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to see you."
"Now?"
Song Qing looked up at the wall clock; it was already nine o'clock. But thinking that she couldn't spare any time during the day, she said, "I'm very sorry, Auntie, this is probably the only time I can spare."
"Alright, your Uncle Yan and I don't have anything to do anyway, and we're staying up late, um... how about we have Xunan pick you up?"
"No, no need, I can do it myself!" Song Qing immediately interrupted her, as if someone had stepped on her tail.
Xu Yayue hung up the phone with a smile, clearly not holding any grudges because of Song Ning's matter, which relieved Song Qing. However, she immediately realized that refusing Yan Xunan to pick her up was a mistake; the car keys were still with Yi Zhengwei, and she hadn't been home for a while, only remembering when she needed the car. Yi Zhengwei was also a busy man and had probably forgotten about it too.
After several such encounters, she felt extremely apologetic towards Yi Zhengwei. Not only was he late, but last time she had to abruptly end their date because of her father's situation, and he even had to take her to the hospital. She, who never liked owing favors, felt incredibly guilty.
Yi Zhengwei was still working overtime at the bank. He opened his lunchbox and was about to eat when the phone rang at an inopportune moment.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Yi." Song Qing apologized as soon as he opened his mouth. It's never wrong to be polite when dealing with strangers.
"Oh, it's Miss Song. Is your father feeling better?"
"Thank you so much for your help that day, I'm really sorry. I wanted to ask about my car..."
"Oh, the hospital parking garage doesn't seem very safe, and your car is too conspicuous, so I drove it to the bank for safekeeping. Don't worry." Yi Zhengwei bent down to pick up the car keys that were on the coffee table, twirling them in his hand. There are probably no more than ten Blue Wings in the entire Linchuan.