Aunt Zhou nodded solemnly in agreement and said to Song Qing, "From now on, you should eat at home more often. Who knows if the food you eat out is good or bad? If you have to work overtime, I will deliver your late-night snacks on time. Also, you have a stomach problem, so you can't miss a single meal from now on."
Yi Mantian complained, "Why are you still working overtime? For a woman, of course the children are more important. If there's any unavoidable work in the future, bring it home! We can manage to get through this year or two with the power project being handled by Wei Duo!"
Song Qing glanced at Yi Zhengwei, sat up straight, and said to Yi Mantian, "Dad, I believe you probably know that Fuhua has taken on a new project, and it's starting to look promising. It's a crucial stage, and I really can't stop working on it right now. But I assure you, it absolutely won't affect the children. However, if you're not in a hurry, you can wait until this project is finished and things have stabilized before..."
Yi Mantian looked up, interrupting her. He stared intently at Song Qing, noticing her tightly pursed lips. Although her tone was conciliatory, there was absolutely no sign of her backing down. So he said nothing more, slammed down his chopsticks, and stormed off with Zhou Sao without even saying goodbye.
Song Qing and Yi Zhengwei were left facing each other with bitter smiles.
"Eat up, the food here is pretty good. Dad will understand." Yi Zhengwei wasn't worried at all. He already knew Yi Mantian's temper perfectly well, but he felt a little tired of how they always went to such lengths and involved their own interests in the most ordinary things in life.
Song Qing nodded helplessly.
So the two stopped talking about the child's future custody and instead chatted on about the shareholders' meeting. The meal wasn't too bad.
As for the future, let them worry about it later. Right now, they have too many trivial matters to deal with and simply don't have the energy to fret about the future.
Chapter 52 Creation and Miscarriage
"Qing'er, if we have two children this time, will we have no more worries?"
- Yi Zhengwei
Yi Mantian is a man of action who never procrastinates, especially when it comes to matters of great importance concerning the descendants of the Yi family.
Although he didn't say it explicitly, he knew Song Qing's personality, so he reluctantly turned a blind eye to the new project that Song Qing was in charge of.
The elderly don't get much sleep to begin with, and now that the Yi family has such a major event, Yi Mantian and Aunt Zhou are even more energetic. Aunt Zhou's main focus now is on taking care of Song Qing's daily life, reminding her regularly, essentially acting as a private caregiver.
Yi Mantian was constantly in a flurry of activity. He had the gardener expand the garden area and plant many rare and precious flowers. The Yi family home was also completely renovated; all the old and worn-out items were replaced, and everything was made to be pleasing to the eye. Even Madam Song was summoned by Yi Mantian, who said it would allow him to take better care of Song Qing.
The meaning is quite clear: now that his mother-in-law has come, Song Qing can't just stay away every day or socialize until late at night.
Song Qing was inwardly groaning, but fortunately, Xia Xiaodong and Li Shuhua from the technical department were overseeing the Kangqiao factory, so for the time being everything was going smoothly.
Thanks to the exhibition, the power project's reputation continued to grow, attracting clients from all over the country and abroad. Gao Hua handled all of this with ease, and the solid foundation laid by Song Jingmo for the power project played a crucial role at this time. During this period, Song Qing's main focus was on in-depth communication with Leng Feng.
Yan Xunan will most likely participate in Song Qing and Leng Feng's gathering. Song Qing also wants to know how Weisheng's power project is progressing, so it can be considered a win-win situation.
Yi Mantian was naturally unhappy about her frequent meetings with Yan Xunan, but because Madam Song was present, he couldn't say much.
On the other hand, Yi Zhengwei's work is going smoothly. Without Yi Mantian's interference and family troubles, Yi Zhengwei has been doing quite well lately, even working overtime and socializing less than usual. He often gets home around 11 or 12 o'clock, and even if he has a lot of work, he never comes back later than midnight. After returning home, he and Song Qing often work in the study, neither of them speaking to each other. At this time, Aunt Zhou will come to bring them a late-night snack and remind them not to stay out too late.
The days were harmonious and peaceful, and Madam Song's worries about Yi Zhengwei finally subsided.
The two tacitly agreed not to bring up the issue of the child's surname again.
They definitely want to have the child, but they also need this peace to deal with their work. Although problems exist, they rationally want to wait until the day when they can address them all at once.
Song Qing was engrossed in looking at the sample images sent by Xia Xiaodong. She had just finished a video conference with them and was now taking a short break with tea. Song Qing nodded occasionally, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. This was the first project she had truly undertaken on her own, and it was impossible for her not to feel a sense of accomplishment.
The clock in the study struck once. Song Qing looked up, stretched, put down her tea, and pulled out the air conditioner to look at the major client information that had been sent to her that day. She thought to herself, "I can rest after I finish this."
The more she looked at it, the more overjoyed she became. The expensive gift for Leng Feng was absolutely worthwhile, especially considering Yan Xunan and Song Ning's connections, and Leng Feng's dedicated help. Leng Feng was willing to allocate a portion of the new batch of orders received by Leng's Manufacturing to Fuhua. These clients were internationally renowned with stable product demand. If this venture succeeded, it would create opportunities for long-term development. This was a long-term strategy, and with these stable and substantial orders, the success of the new project was just around the corner.
Just then, Leng Feng called, "Xiao Qing, Ms. Yin Haixin from Shixin Electric Appliances will be coming to Linchuan tomorrow to investigate the market. I've already arranged to meet with her. Their company is growing very fast and needs a long-term battery supplier. Please bring your company's detailed information with you tomorrow."
Song Qing quickly thanked him and said with a smile, "If it's convenient, could you send me a copy of her detailed personal information?"
Leng Feng yawned, glanced at his watch, and said with a hint of fatigue, "I'll have my secretary give it to you tomorrow morning. I'm getting old, and my energy isn't what it used to be. You're just like me ten years ago."
Song Qing happily hung up the phone, closed her documents, and looked up to see Yi Zhengwei already dressed and leaning back with his arms crossed, having been watching her for a while. In the dim light, his face appeared exceptionally gentle, a half-smile playing on his lips, with faint lines on his cheeks. Song Qing couldn't help but lower her head slightly, her face flushing. So, somewhat awkwardly, she tidied her desk and got up to refill her teacup.
"It's almost time to sleep, don't drink too much."
Hearing this, she put down her teacup, turned around, and said, "Then I'll go take a shower first."
Yi Zhengwei nodded, when suddenly his phone on the table vibrated, startling the two people in their ambiguous relationship. Yi Zhengwei didn't answer, nor did he even turn his head. He suddenly said to Song Qing, "Qing'er, if we have two children this time, will we have no more worries?"
"twin?!"
"Um."
"I...I don't know..." Song Qing was at a loss, looked around, twisted her hands and ran out of the study. Then Yi Zhengwei heard the bathroom door close with a whoosh.
Yi Zhengwei smiled unconsciously, stretched and got up, the phone behind him still vibrating stubbornly.
But at this moment, these two people had no time to pay attention to the phone call.
Shen Xing listened to the female voice on the other end of the line, her face pale: "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."
When Shen Yang came out of the shower and saw her like this, he snatched the microphone and slammed it down, angrily saying, "Sis, can't you be a little more assertive? Why do you have to make yourself look like this! Even if you just have a cold, or even if you were dying tomorrow, he wouldn't care. He's someone else's husband now, what are you still hoping for?"
Shen Xing's tears welled up, and she looked away at the dark window. Her head was throbbing, and she was already choking back sobs. Shen Yang's nose tingled, and he gently laid her down, covered her with a blanket, and took out a hairdryer to cool her down. The noise was so loud and warm; he hoped it would calm her down.
"Sister, let bygones be bygones. He's not right for you, and you're not right for the Yi family. These rich people are all about mutual benefit. I worked at a banking company for a while, so I know this stuff best. The man you love is too ambitious. He wants the whole of Fuhua. Doesn't that make you feel a little better?"
Shen Xing's eyes lit up, and she excitedly grabbed her sister's hand, her voice hoarse as she said, "Are you saying that Zhengwei doesn't love her at all, and that all of this was just for his own benefit? He still loves me the most, doesn't he?"
Shen Yang rolled his eyes, thinking he should have kept quiet. "Sis, you're too naive. Okay, even so, given Song Qing's personality, do you think you and Yi Zhengwei still have a chance?"
Shen Xing was incoherent, tears streaming down her face. Thinking of the strong and beautiful Song Qing, she felt only despair. "I can wait, I can wait, but I can't live without Zhengwei, Yang. What's the point of my life without him?"
"There are plenty of good men out there! I really don't understand what you people are thinking! You're like this, he's like this, always looking like you're about to die! I'm going crazy!" Shen Yang yelled, throwing down the hairdryer and running out the door. She rushed to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and started smoking furiously, completely oblivious to the freezing weather outside, her nose practically frozen. Her tears seemed to freeze too; she couldn't cry, they were all stuck in her heart. She looked up, but all she saw in the sky was Bill's tall, handsome, cheerful, and smiling face.
"Damn it! Go to hell! Go to hell!" She threw away her cigarette butt, ran back into the house, buried herself in the blankets, and didn't come out for a long time.
Shen Xing came out in her pajamas and, seeing Shen Yang's state, couldn't help but worry. Shen Yang was known for her passionate and unrestrained nature; she must be facing a difficult situation. Shen Yang only had her as an older sister, and Shen Yang had been comforting and caring for her all this time, yet Shen Yang still missed Yi Zhengwei terribly. Seeing Shen Yang like this, Shen Xing felt helpless and decided to return to Cambridge to recover, at least not to burden Shen Yang any further.