She suddenly looked up and saw Yi Zhengwei opposite her. He remained silent, his face expressionless. The outcome was obvious; at this point, the collaboration was beyond anyone else's control.
Song Qing pursed her lips and gave a bitter smile, then lowered her head to hide her dejected mood.
The waiter brought the long-awaited lunch, and the two ate in silence.
Yi Zhengwei's talk of Fuhua's smooth progress and success no longer piqued her interest. She tried her best to respond, but her thoughts had already drifted far away. Yi Zhengwei secretly shook his head. Women are always prone to sentimentality, always like to presumptuously display their maternal love, especially someone like her, who wants to take on everything. She just forgot that everything Yan Xunan had experienced in the business world over the years wouldn't be so easily defeated.
The intricacies involved are probably still difficult for her to comprehend.
He could roughly guess what Yan Xunan's purpose was.
That man, though still affectionate, was no longer the person Song Qing had imagined.
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In the afternoon, Song Qing received a call saying that Song Ning had left the research institute. She understood that at this time, Xu Nan needed her by his side.
During breaks at work, she kept fiddling with her phone, dialing random numbers, then giving up after a moment's thought, before returning to her work. Time passed in this way, and Yi Zhengwei considerately refrained from contacting her about work again. Besides, the main tasks for the IPO were already completed, and he could manage the rest with his best efforts.
After dinner, still feeling uneasy, he went to Fuhua to meet with his colleagues and hand over his work. After finishing, he drove away. The small window on the twentieth floor was still lit. He looked closely and saw a small figure standing motionless by the window. He couldn't help but think of the first time he went to the Song family's house, sitting on the swing on the lawn. The first thing he saw was her figure standing quietly behind the curtain.
He slammed on the gas, and the car roared to life, speeding out of Fuhua territory. He rolled down the window, the early autumn breeze brushing against his cheeks. Yes, he felt incredibly excited—the kind of excitement that comes with anticipation of a storm. The scene was set, and it had reached a fever pitch.
In this storm, everyone has their own goals.
However, there was one person who was simply forced to passively endure all of this, an innocent victim.
But so what? Yi Zhengwei wiped his face. He was just going with the flow. He would be resentful for the rest of his life if he didn't seize the opportunity.
The ringing of the telephone on the desk broke Song Qing's reverie.
"Hello."
"Xiao Qing, I'm at the hospital now." Xu Zhihan looked exhausted, but he seemed very happy.
Judging from the background noise, Song Qing knew that he was already in his father's room.
Why don't you rest first?
"I was worried about the teacher's health, but it seems I was worrying too much." He laughed heartily, followed by his father's cheerful agreement.
She smiled unconsciously.
"Wait for me, I'll be right there."
She bent down to pick up her car keys, but the person inside the glass bottle stung her eyes. She closed her eyes, grabbed the keys, and ran downstairs.
As it sped along, the Blue Wings displayed its graceful, noble, and arrogant beauty on the road, drawing gasps of amazement from passersby.
Inside the car window, the rapidly flashing light only revealed a gloomy expression on her face.
After arriving at the hospital, she composed herself before pushing open the door to the room where they were having a pleasant conversation.
"Xiao Qing!" Xu Zhihan quickly turned around and stood up, carefully examining Song Qing. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
"Zhihan, you've worked hard!" Song Qing stepped forward and held his hand gratefully and attentively, unlike the first time when she was just being polite. Xu Zhihan nodded shyly.
She suddenly let go of his hand and hugged him. Xu Zhihan froze, and a surprised smile slowly spread across his face.
"Thank you. You are your father's pride and Fuhua's pride."
Song Jingmo watched the two reunited after so long with a smile.
After a long while, she finally let go of his hand. Her face showed not only gratitude but also a deep sense of conflict and pain, revealing that she was trying her best to endure something.
Xu Zhihan, being perceptive, immediately nodded to Song Jingmo and led her out.
Song Qing sat blankly on a bench on the first floor of the hospital, her mind filled with Yan Xunan's dejected and helpless expression.
Xu Zhihan stood quietly to the side, letting her slowly sort out her thoughts. When he saw her take a deep breath, he sat down next to her.
"What happened, Xiaoqing?"
It seemed to be a private matter, and he asked with some caution, even though Song Jingmo had just mentioned his marriage to Song Qing and indicated that Song Qing had tacitly agreed.
Song Qing looked up at him, and after a long while, she smiled slightly and shook her head.
"I was just too tired. Suddenly I realized that everyone who could help me had come back. It was very touching."
Seeing her sincerity, Xu Zhihan didn't press her further.
She sighed, stood up, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall. The atmosphere was a little stiff, somewhat different from before.
"teacher……"
"dad……"
They spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled.
"Dad, he admires you very much." After receiving his hint first, Song Qing said carefully.
"I want to thank my teacher for his guidance."
"Fuhua needs you very much." She was exhausted. She turned around and looked at the night outside the window.
"Don't worry, I... no matter what, I will support you on behalf of the teacher." He stood up and stood next to her.
She was silent for a moment, then turned to look at him, her eyes filled with confusion in the darkness. "Dad hopes we can get married."