She felt regretful and helpless after the accident, but she was still comforted to see so many people around her who cared about her.
She waved to Bill, and the two went back to her office together. As soon as the door closed, she couldn't help but hug Bill without saying a word, not even a thank you.
Bill held this familiar body he hadn't seen in so long, and his heart was filled with emotion. Why couldn't his Lianxin have some happy and carefree days? When he first met her, she was only fifteen years old. That day, he was riding his bicycle home for his morning exercise, and his Lianxin was standing at the door of their house, carrying a small suitcase, looking so helpless. Her small, frail body was heartbreaking.
“Okay, Bill.” Song Qing stood up, her eyes red-rimmed. She tidied her hair and made him a cup of coffee.
"The chairman is unaware of this matter?"
Song Qing nodded; she hadn't told her aunt yet.
“I don’t want to tell her that her father’s passing was too much of a blow to her. I’m afraid that if she hears about Fuhua’s troubles again, she will really sell the company and come back to help me.”
Bill nodded.
"Alright, Bill, how much of Haotian's funds can you access without Auntie finding out?"
Bill naturally asked her nervously if there was a problem between her and Yi Zhengwei.
"Did he bully you?!" Bill stood up, already raising his fist.
Did he bully her? He simply didn't answer her calls when she needed him.
He just has other women in his heart.
He was just... he was just...
What is it? Their marriage is nothing more than a marriage of convenience. They don't love each other, so who can bully whom? If we really want to calculate it, in terms of interests, it's Song Qing who bullied him.
“No, Bill, we’re fine,” Song Qing replied, then got to the point, “I need five million, right now, so I can pay Haotian back by the end of the month.”
Bill didn't care about millions; he was only worried about Song Qing. Even if it were ten million or a hundred million, he would take it out without hesitation.
Are you sure?
“Yes, it’s only five million.” Song Qing began to change the subject.
Bill was furious. He angrily flung the door open and stormed out, leaving behind only the words, "Five million won't get Haotian any help!"
Song Qing picked up the phone helplessly. "You Feng, about the funding, contact Bill."
After finishing all that, she was so tired that she couldn't stand it anymore, so she went back to the lounge for a nap. The alarm clock couldn't wake her up until Secretary Liu came to find her.
"Xu Yan is looking for you, asking if you want to attend tonight's press conference?"
Song Qing got up, still half asleep, and asked groggily what time it was.
Upon hearing that it was already eight o'clock, she immediately got up and asked while washing up, "Have you contacted Yin Haixin yet?"
"Ms. Yin said she'll be going abroad tomorrow and won't be back for a while, but she also said there won't be any major changes to our cooperation, so don't worry." Secretary Liu breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Qing abruptly lowered his hand, somewhat dazed, and murmured, "Then now it's mainly the public relations department's business."
"Yes, Chairman Song, but President He called and said he would like to meet with you."
“Okay, tell her to meet at Century Emperor at nine o’clock tonight. I’ll have Zhengwei attend the reception.” Song Qing finally found a reason not to see Yi Zhengwei. But then she thought, why shouldn’t she see him? Wasn’t he the one she should be most grateful to? He had put aside his company affairs to deal with the factory accident for her.
Was she blaming him for going to see Shen Xing? No, that couldn't be. She was the one who told him to go. Shen Xing had an accident, and he went to see her; there was nothing wrong with that.
She splashed cold water on her head to shake off those inappropriate thoughts, checked her watch, and instructed Secretary Liu, "Immediately convene a meeting of all departments. You only have half an hour. Summarize today's situation and remind me to keep my appointment at 8:30."
Secretary Liu immediately made a phone call to announce the meeting, and then dealt with the social engagements. Not only her, but everyone in Fuhua has been so busy these past few days, but no one dared to complain. Seeing Song Qingdu running around like this, they all obediently kept their thoughts to themselves.
*
It was expected that He Min would help Song Qing.
So Song Qing immediately called He Min and asked her to take over the restocking.
By this time, they were slightly tipsy. He Min draped her arm over Song Qing's shoulder, her face a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Qing, why is it so hard for a woman to get anything done? You have no idea how I felt when I learned that your factory had also been destroyed by fire. That fire in Kailu took my father's life and made me lose everything. Kailu has had such a tough time today!"
Song Qing stroked her head, feeling her pain deeply.
“I was really desperate at the time. It was so unexpected and sudden. Not only me, but even my father was not prepared. If he had been lucky enough to survive, he would have changed his will and taken back all the shares he had given to his uncles. Then I wouldn’t be facing so many ugly faces and being caught in this dilemma today.”
The investigation into the fire at Kailu ultimately yielded no results, but He Min insisted it was done by her own family, because her father had intended to restructure the company by adjusting shareholdings. Whether it was intentional or not, no one knows, but this lingering resentment remains unresolved.
But was Fuhua's fire an accident or intentional?
For some reason, her heart was pounding, as if a storm was brewing.
She had a little to drink, which actually helped alleviate her cold a bit, and she was even able to soberly take He Min home. This time, she took her to the Leng family's house, not the He family's villa.
Her husband, Leng Yaodong, came out to greet her. Seeing his wife completely drunk, he simply sighed, thanked Song Qing, and then carried her home.
The Leng family villa was slightly larger than the Yi family villa, and it was magnificent, but Song Qing always felt that while it was luxurious, something seemed to be missing. She suddenly felt a chill, sneezed, and quickly retreated, hugging herself.
In comparison, the Yi family home was much warmer.
It was already one o'clock, and she had a lot to do tomorrow, so she mustered her energy and drove back to the Yi family home. A faint light was still on in Yi Mantian's study. She pushed open the door and called out softly.
Yi Mantian was reviewing documents under the lamp when he saw Song Qing return. He simply looked up and said "Oh."
"Dad, are you still busy so late?" Song Qing sat down at the table.
"The problems with the bank holding company are no less than those with Fuhua. This is a burden that I, an old man, cannot escape."
"I'm sorry, Dad." Yi Zhengwei was focused on helping her in Cambridge, so naturally, the bank had to let Yi Mantian take over again.