The next morning, Madam Song arrived carrying large and small bags, followed by Xiao Hong and Wang Ma. The Yi family became even more lively, with Song Qing surrounded by people in her penguin-like pajamas. At this moment, no one regarded her as a strong woman anymore; everyone asked her all sorts of questions, especially Wang Ma, who was so moved that she was in tears, wishing she could ask Madam Song for permission to come and take care of her.
Aunt Zhou laughed and said, "Are you trying to steal my job or something? This child is still a member of the Yi family, how can I not care about him?"
Song Qing was taken aback; she had forgotten about this. This child would definitely take the surname Song.
Song Ning also called to congratulate him. Song Qing went upstairs to answer the phone and said to Song Ning in an ambiguous tone, "Xiao Ning, Power One is the culmination of your father's life's work. Since Yan Xunan and you want to get involved, you should be prepared for failure. Fuhua's position in the power field is unshakeable."
Song Ning was stunned. "Sister, you..."
"Don't worry, I won't resort to despicable means like you. What Fuhua has lost, I will win back fair and square."
"Sister, so much time has passed, we're both married now, and you even have children..."
Song Qing smiled calmly and said, "Xiao Ning, you still think about things so simply, just like before. Yes, we all have our own lives now, but apart from feelings, Fuhua and Weisheng are now only in the public eye, not in the private. You need to recognize this fact."
"Sister, are you crazy? This is better for everyone, why are you pushing people so far!" Song Ning was anxious. She knew that Song Qing wanted to deal with Yan Xunan, and she couldn't swallow this insult no matter what.
"This is what Dad wants!"
"No way, Dad would never think like you!" Song Ning thought for a moment and then said, "Sister, you just had this child, think it through, you need to do good deeds for the child!"
"What right do you have to curse my child?"
The two argued for a few more minutes, but Song Qing found the conversation utterly boring and simply hung up the phone.
She still hadn't made up her mind, otherwise she would have called Yan Xunan directly.
If she really wanted to win, why would she childishly issue a challenge, or tell the other party, "I'm going to win today, I won't lose"?
All she knew was that Fuhua's crisis was over, and it was time for her to avenge Song Jingmo; otherwise, Song Jingmo's death would have been utterly pointless.
It's time to bring out that key to the red dress.
Chapter Fifty-Seven You Should Understand Me
“Many times, I’m really afraid that I’ll suddenly fall ill. I’m really afraid that if I become weak, Fuhua will be doomed. Every time I think of you, Dad, continuing to work despite your illness, knowing that you might not even be able to save your life, yet still trying your best to support us, then I have no excuse or reason to back down.”
-Song Qing
After Song Qing became pregnant, Yi Mantian and Madam Song strictly forbade her from going to the Zhenhua Research Center. Madam Song, reminded of Song Jingmo's death, stayed by Song Qing's side for several days, never leaving her side. Helpless, Song Qing had no choice but to invite Li Shuhua and several other core technical personnel to Fuhua headquarters to discuss the restructuring of Zhenhua.
Yi Zhengwei has taken on the majority of the Power No. 1 project, and even the supervision of the Kangqiao project is temporarily being handled by him.
At this time, Song Qing's focus was entirely on the Fuhua headquarters and the Zhenhua Research Institute.
With the help of the cooling system, everything is progressing smoothly in the new project.
It seems that everything suddenly became clear because of the arrival of the child.
Indeed, as Song Ning said, if she didn't think about winning back the power market for Song Jingmo at this moment, everything would really be calm at Fuhua.
She never made that call to Yan Xunan, but she believed that Song Ning must have already relayed the message to him.
Hongshang's technology is a step ahead of Power One. Song Qing told herself that this was a strategic consideration. Hongshang's later research had to begin; otherwise, if Fuhua and Weisheng shared the market equally and became equals in the power field, given Yan Xunan's ambition, this war would eventually break out, even if Song Qing didn't initiate it. At that point, she might have no advantage left. She couldn't foolishly let Yan Xunan scheme against her then, and she couldn't explain it away as a mistake. "Song Qing, you can't be as foolish as before. What do your personal feelings matter in the face of the bigger picture?" she convinced herself.
It's already April, and the weather is exceptionally nice today. The sun is shining brightly, and spring is in full bloom. I played golf with Yi Mantian this morning, and Song Qing said he wanted to go to Yangmingshan to visit his father. Yi Mantian nodded in agreement, "It's time to tell Old Song this good news. Come back soon."
Song Qing sighed and drove up Yangmingshan Mountain alone. The mountain road was winding and circuitous, but the scenery was beautiful. The wind on the mountain was slightly stronger than at the foot of the mountain, and it was very refreshing. However, she was not in a good mood. She felt very tired and wanted to rest, especially since she was pregnant, her physical strength was obviously not as good as before. But she was too scared. Every step she took felt like the end of the world.
These past few days she's been thinking about it. Yi Mantian doesn't know she's going to do the later research on Hongshang. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't agree. It seems she needs to talk to Yi Zhengwei. She must get Yi Zhengwei's support. She also believes that Yi Zhengwei will definitely agree to this.
Just as she parked her car at the cemetery entrance, Aunt Zhou called to ask if she had arrived yet, treating her like a porcelain doll. She turned off her phone, wanting to spend the morning with Song Jingmo. She had so much to say to her father; at this moment, only he could understand her.
"Dad, it's been so long since I've come to see you. Are you doing well over there?" The wind on the mountain was a bit strong. She was much fuller than last time she came. With an extra person by her side, she was naturally a bit more stable.
She carefully wiped Song Jingmo's photo, tears streaming silently down her face. She then lowered her head to meticulously clear away the weeds, a pang of sorrow rising in her heart as she thought of her once ambitious father, now resting in the earth. Looking out over the vast, empty cemetery, she thought, "My father must be so sad here."
She placed a large bunch of evergreen plants on the grave, Song Jingmo's favorite flower. After arranging them, she knelt properly and kowtowed several times.
"Dad, did you keep Hongshang because you had already anticipated that this would happen?"
"You never abandoned me. Even though I was gone for ten years, you still silently supported Fuhua. Your body was failing long ago, but you still held on until I came back. Yes, I came back, giving you hope, but also delivering the final blow. It was the same ten years ago, and it's the same now. For Xunan, I was wrong again. Dad, I've already made two mistakes, I can't make another one. You can understand me, right?" She sobbed uncontrollably. She remembered the events of ten years ago so vividly. She still couldn't overcome herself. She trusted Yan Xunan too much, trusted her own feelings too much. She thought Yan Xunan wouldn't hurt her.
"Dad, am I being cruel? Am I being too much? Ever since Fuhua's accident, Zhengwei has been by my side, helping me and supporting me. He has never hurt me. Every time Fuhua faced a crisis, he was there to help me through it, but I have never given him love. Yet the love I so stubbornly held onto has betrayed me time and time again. Dad, what can I still believe in?" It's ironic, isn't it? She cried out silently in her heart.
The mountain wind howled, tousling her hair and blurring her vision. She looked up at the sky and smiled. Was Song Jingmo feeling sorry for her at that moment? Had Song Jingmo truly heard her words? She preferred to believe it was.
"Dad, lately Qing'er has been thinking about so many things. I don't know if it's because I just had a baby and I'm prone to overthinking. The more I think, the more scared I get, so I always end up hurting Zhengwei. Dad, do you know what I'm afraid of?" Song Qing lowered her head and smiled bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes. Why are there so many tears today? She was in a great mood when she played ball with Yi Mantian just now.
“Dad, I said I wouldn’t interfere in Zhengwei and Shen Xing’s affairs, and I thought I could do it. But I still took the initiative to get involved and forced Zhengwei to break up with her. Dad, I didn’t want to. I did this just because I didn’t want her to affect Zhengwei and my work. But is that really the case? I can’t convince myself otherwise.”
She collapsed to the ground, unable to kneel any longer. Her body felt as weak as the mud mixed with water that day, and her heart felt as adrift as willow catkins in the wind.
"There's one more thing, Dad. I've thought about it for a long time, but I still have to tell you. Please forgive Qing'er for blurring the lines between public and private matters. Just this once, I'm willing to trust Zhengwei; he can handle it. The factory fire has already caused damage, and if I pursue it further, Zhengwei will likely end up making up for it anyway. Besides, if things escalate, our relationship with the Shen family might become entangled indefinitely. I've spent countless nights tossing and turning, trying to figure out how to handle this. I thought maybe Zhengwei would tell me the truth, and then we could discuss a solution together." She chuckled softly and shook her head. "Of course, that's impossible. He'll definitely think I'll handle things strictly by the book, leaving no room for the Shen family. He doesn't trust me. But, let it be this way. It's fine this way; I don't want him to feel indebted to me."
She stared blankly at Song Jingmo's calm, smiling face, and slowly smiled back, but the tears kept flowing.
“Dad, I don’t want to cry, but I really can’t control myself. I’ve been so tired lately, so very tired. Fuhua is always going through a lot of troubles. Many times, I’m really afraid that I will suddenly fall ill. I’m really afraid that if I become weak, Fuhua will be doomed. Every time I think of you continuing to work while you are sick, knowing that you may not even be able to save your life, but still trying your best to support us, then I have no excuse or reason to back down.”
She wiped away her tears and suddenly smiled, "Dad, I won't complain to you anymore. You must be annoyed. Let's talk about something happy. I brought the child to see you today. You must be very happy, right? Qing'er didn't disobey you. I didn't refuse to get married, and I didn't abandon the child. Qing'er always remembers what you said, Dad: Fuhua will always be the Song family's Fuhua. This child will be a descendant of the Song family and will manage Fuhua in my place in the future. Dad, don't worry, I will definitely raise him well."
She thought for a moment and then said, "I really hope this child is a boy. Dad, you must bless him. I don't want my daughter to be like me in the future. It would break my heart."
Everyone envies Song Qing's competence, but who understands that she doesn't want to be herself? If she could choose, she would definitely be an ordinary woman, capable of being crazy and infatuated with love. Back then, if she had the same willfulness and resources as Song Ning, she would have been willing to give up everything and marry Yan Xunan. But her status as the eldest daughter of the Song family destined her to be unable to.
Ha, why bother thinking about those things? It's all in the past.