Who says he isn't the second Yan Xunan? Who says Shen Xing isn't the second Song Qing?
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Annulment of the Engagement
"Mr. Yi, look, what else do we need to talk about? As long as you give the order, Fuhua can prepare for bankruptcy liquidation at any time."
-Song Qing
While recuperating in the hospital, Song Qing received a statement letter from Xu Zhihan.
After being missing for days, he finally offered an explanation for his recent behavior. Song Qing knew that this period must have been extremely difficult for him. The pain he endured to make this decision was unimaginable to anyone; she had, after all, hurt him. Faced with this letter annulment, she could only remain silent, unsure of what to say.
When Yi Zhengwei came to see her, she was still blankly spreading out the letter, staring blankly at the desolate scenery outside the window.
Ever since that day, she knew that Xu Zhihan's departure was inevitable. She thought her decision was rational, but in the end, it only deeply hurt his fragile heart.
She felt even more helpless; the institute's loss of him was no less devastating than the current crisis facing Fuhua.
Yi Zhengwei picked up the letter, glanced at it only, and then folded it. He placed the food tray on her hospital bed and arranged the food that Aunt Zhou had prepared.
"I don't want to eat right now. You can leave. I need some peace and quiet." She closed her eyes, stopping his hand from helping her up. Her face was pale and expressionless.
Yi Zhengwei knew she didn't want him to see her vulnerability and helplessness, especially at this moment. She was still tightly guarding her heart, not letting him take a step inside.
All his meticulous care these past few days has only resulted in a facade of peace and tranquility.
"No, the doctor said you can't miss a single meal; you have to eat at the same time every day. I have experience; trust me." He wouldn't budge; he was going to have a serious talk with her today.
Song Qing didn't reply. She turned her head to the side, opened her eyes, and looked at the swaying trees outside the window, her gaze drifting elsewhere.
Don't be childish.
"No, I just don't have an appetite."
"But your body needs..."
Then there was a knock on the door. Song Qing knew it was Secretary Liu. She took a deep breath and struggled to sit up. Yi Zhengwei rushed over to help her. The faint smell of tobacco on his body wafted into Song Qing's nose. She remembered that Yi Zhengwei never smoked while working.
"It's Secretary Liu," she said, glancing at his face.
"Should I leave?" Yi Zhengwei lowered his head and thought for a moment, then began to tidy up the lunch on the food board.
"No need." She gave a pale smile, seemingly both self-deprecating and helpless. How bad could Fuhua's situation be?
As usual, Secretary Liu would come over at noon to report on the daily morning meeting. Seeing that Song Qing hadn't eaten yet, she hesitated for a moment.
"It's okay, go ahead and talk, I'll listen and eat at the same time."
Yi Zhengwei smiled slightly, turned around and went to the small table by the bed to serve her a bowl of porridge.
"Yes, Mr. Song. Today's meeting mainly discussed the emotional well-being of Fuhua's employees. The headquarters and research institutes are well-managed and have highly qualified staff, so there's no need to worry for now. The main concern is the employees at the Kangqiao factory, whose morale is becoming increasingly unstable. The factory manager suggested that you come over."
Song Qing paused for a moment, then nodded. Yi Zhengwei picked up some side dishes and placed them in the small dish next to her.
"New projects remain stalled. The marketing department is closely monitoring Weisheng's movements. They have been frequently contacting various manufacturers and even making connections with government officials. These are reported by the media every day, which keeps the wait-and-see attitude going."
Song Qing bit her lip and took a soft breath. Yi Zhengwei knew that her stomach must have cramped again. He glanced at Secretary Liu and ladled a bowl of soup for Song Qing.
"I'm fine, Secretary Liu, please continue."
Knowing it was best not to say too much, Secretary Liu continued to report on the work progress of each department, and then handed two reports to Song Qing, saying, "Bill and You Feng have separate information on stock market trends and financial situations."
"Okay, is there anything else?"
"Yes, everyone is eager to know when you will return to the company?" Secretary Liu was somewhat hesitant, but the company's current situation was so dire that she couldn't afford to hide anything, especially the financial situation.
After Secretary Liu left, Song Qing quickly picked up the documents. After reading them, she made a phone call to Bill.
"Lianxin, how are you feeling? I wanted to come see you." Bill said anxiously.
"I'm fine, Bill. Sell another five percent of my shares."
Yi Zhengwei was stunned, but continued to pack quietly, though his breathing was already rapid. He wanted to overturn everything, he wanted to slap her to wake her up and let her know that what she was doing, besides adding more instability to Fuhua, was just a drop in the ocean for the current situation.
"No, Lianxin! You've already sold 10%, which will be extremely dangerous for Fuhua. In fact, although the flow of individual shares hasn't fluctuated much, over time, some unusual things will happen that even I can't see. Are you sure you want to do this, Haotian…"
"Bill, do you think I don't know? Haotian has already poured a lot of money into Fuhua. But this isn't a solution."
"But this is the only way right now. Can you find any other way?!" Bill was about to lose it. Did she even know what she was doing?
"That's it, Bill." She hung up the phone and fell into a daze again. Bill was right; she was truly helpless now, forced to watch Fuhua slowly wither away, unable to do anything about it. All she could do was keep investing money to keep it afloat, just to keep it afloat.
Yan Xunan was also waiting, but he had already made two preparations. No, she could not give in.
"We should talk!" Yi Zhengwei turned her thin shoulders toward him, his eyes already filled with anger.
Song Qing laughed and pulled out a page of the financial documents for him. "President Yi, take a look. What else do we need to talk about? As long as you give the order, Fuhua can prepare for bankruptcy liquidation at any time."
Yi Zhengwei didn't even glance at it, tossing the documents aside. "Song Qing, tell me, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
"I don't know, I really don't know, I don't even know what I can do now. Besides getting angry with him and clinging to the last bit of my self-respect, what else can I do? Tell me, tell me, what can I do?" Her eyes were confused and anxious, but more than anything, she wanted to vent.
Yi Zhengwei took a deep breath. "Song Qing, listen to me, we have to cooperate."
Otherwise, all his investment and effort over the past year would be wasted along with hers.
"We are cooperating."