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On Thursday, the promotional event for the SZ acquisition project took place.
Yu Qing accompanied Qin Moling, and she also rode in his car.
The venue for the promotional event was set at a hot spring hotel, and a dinner banquet was arranged afterward.
She planned to leave as soon as it ended. “What about you?” she asked Qin Moling.
Qin Moling glanced at her. “There’s only one car. What do you think?”
Yu Qing didn’t need him to worry about her. “My brother is coming to pick me up.”
Qin Moling had seen Yu Jingze’s car outside the Lemo building yesterday and had chatted with him briefly. He assumed that Yu Jingze had come to pick up Yu Qing after work because he had business with her.
“What’s going on?” Yu Qing had a full-time driver who was also a bodyguard, so there was no need for Yu Jingze to personally pick her up.
Yu Qing didn’t elaborate on family matters. “Our sibling relationship is strong.”
Qin Moling: “...”
He thought about it and realized there was nothing he could say to refute her.
Yu Jingze truly treated Yu Qing exceptionally well, giving her money in millions.
Yu Qing talked to him about the buyers of SZ. “If Zhou Siyuan takes over, our equity in Lemo will practically be handed over to her for free. We won’t make much money.”
Qin Moling turned to her. “Why do you say that?”
Yu Qing: “She always uses personal connections.”
Qin Moling suddenly thought of Zhou Siyuan’s relationship with Yu Jingze. They were close, so Zhou Siyuan would definitely ask Yu Jingze to step in for negotiations.
His relationship with Yu Jingze wasn’t just business-related. He could choose whether or not to give face.
If Yu Jingze spoke up, Qin Moling would already know the outcome, and he wouldn’t feel comfortable refusing.
Additionally, SZ owed a loan to the Yu family’s bank. Zhou Siyuan might take on SZ’s controlling stake at a low price and assume its debts.
If SZ’s loan was transferred to Zhou Siyuan now, she would definitely try to get Yu Jingze to lower the interest rate.
He told Yu Qing, “We’ll see which investment companies show interest later. I’ll definitely choose the one that maximizes profits; otherwise, I’ll refuse to transfer the shares.”
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At the roadshow venue, Yu Qing unexpectedly saw Leng Wanning. She frowned. Leng Wanning was now asking others for financing—did she have money to invest?
Next to Leng Wanning was someone unfamiliar.
Qin Moling was familiar with the person in charge of the securities firm and went to chat with them. Yu Qing found a seat in the back row.
Leng Wanning happened to turn around and saw Yu Qing. She expected Yu Qing to be there and wasn’t surprised.
Her close friend had nothing to do today and had never experienced such a high-profile event, so she tagged along with Leng Wanning to gain some experience.
“Do you also want to invest in SZ?”
Her close friend asked Leng Wanning.
Leng Wanning flipped through the materials in her hand, handed to her by the staff when she entered, related to the SZ project. “Are you giving me money to invest?”
Her close friend stuttered: “...”
Leng Wanning whispered, “I’ve become the laughingstock of the circle.”
Her close friend bit her lip, not daring to speak or comfort her, fearing she’d say the wrong thing and upset her further.
Although Leng Wanning wasn’t as wealthy as before, owning only a media company that generated decent income, she still had her family background supporting her, remaining a phoenix perched on a branch.
Leng Wanning pushed her sunglasses up. She didn’t hide anything from her close friend. “Zhou Siyuan’s little circle probably mocks and ridicules me every day.”
She looked at her close friend. “Do you think I can swallow this humiliation?”
Her close friend wanted to help but couldn’t find a way. She had no connection with Zhou Siyuan.
Unlike dealing with Yu Jingxin, it was simple.
One of her friends was a life secretary to Ji Qingyuan and could gather some internal information. Such information hit Yu Jingxin where it hurt the most.
However, recently, she hadn’t asked that friend for updates. She had no mind for it, focusing on finding ways to make money.
She told Leng Wanning, “Do you have a plan? If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know. Even if I don’t have money, I can lend a hand.”
Leng Wanning said indifferently, “No need for money or effort. I’m just waiting to see Zhou Siyuan’s downfall. As long as she’s worse off than me, my embarrassment won’t be the talk of the town anymore.”
Her close friend: “Didn’t you come here today to learn about the project?”
Leng Wanning hummed, acknowledging that learning about it without the means to invest was pointless.
Currently, her only operational asset was Wanning Media, which generated substantial annual profits, but the money wasn’t hers alone.
She had no assets to use as collateral, and Fu Jichen had blocked all her financing channels. Where could she find money to invest?
In truth, she was quite optimistic about SZ Catering.
Now, she could only admire it from afar.
A couple of days ago, her father asked her if she had encountered any setbacks since she seemed idle lately.
Without a doubt, her father must have heard something, though he phrased it gently.
Regarding those love-hate relationships, she didn’t elaborate, only saying that she met a super player. At first, she didn’t take it seriously, but in the blink of an eye, she lost everything.
Her father said: Losing everything isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Then her father added: You’ve grown up.
Later, she pondered over these two sentences from her father.
The meaning behind the first sentence was that being too high-profile previously wasn’t beneficial.
This time, competing with Yu Qing, she didn’t rush to seek help from her family as she used to. Instead, she silently bore the failure and even the ridicule from others.
Thus, her father said she had grown up.
Whether or not she grew up didn’t matter to her.
The lost face couldn’t be regained.
After thinking about it, the only way to feel better was to trample Zhou Siyuan’s pride.
As for the media company she co-owned with Yu Jingxin, she could only endure and manage it well—it was currently her only source of income.
If this company failed, she wouldn’t even have money to buy haute couture in the future.
By then, Zhou Siyuan would surely mock her mercilessly.
Her close friend couldn’t resist her curiosity. “Was it Yu Qing and Yu Jingxin who got you into this helpless situation? Why aren’t you settling scores with Yu Jingxin or causing trouble for Yu Qing, instead targeting Zhou Siyuan?”
Leng Wanning snapped out of her thoughts, closed the materials, and looked at them as if trying on clothes in a boutique. She liked them, they fit well, but her pockets were empty—she couldn’t afford them.
She retorted to her close friend, “Would you fight someone you can’t beat?”
Her close friend had no response.
Leng Wanning: “Fighting with Yu Qing is exhausting, draining brain cells, and might not end well. Zhou Siyuan is different—one strike and it’s a sure hit.”
Her close friend: “...”
Nodded.
Leng Wanning hated Zhou Siyuan because of how Zhou Siyuan and her clique treated her younger sister—disgustingly smug.
Her close friend suddenly nudged her arm, signaling, “Zhou Siyuan is here.”
Leng Wanning glanced over, curling her lips slightly as a greeting.
Zhou Siyuan wasn’t originally seated in that row, but wanting to provoke Leng Wanning, she moved and sat in the empty seat on the other side of Leng Wanning.
“So, you’re interested in SZ too? Planning to take over?” Zhou Siyuan smiled at Leng Wanning, asking.
Leng Wanning chuckled, “I have more money than I can spend, so I don’t want to be too busy. I came to boost popularity.”
Zhou Siyuan: “Hmm. The dinner banquet afterward is free too.”
Leng Wanning: “...”
She subtly adjusted her expression. “I heard the catering has unique features. I came to try it. Are you here for the free meal?”
Zhou Siyuan sighed, “Not as fortunate as you. I might have to pay for the free meal. After all, the money spent by the securities firm now will eventually be counted as costs. You reap what you sow.”
“True.” Leng Wanning changed the subject: “By the way, have you seen your younger sister? She’s here today. Her family actually owns a bank.”
Zhou Siyuan: “...”
This was her sore spot.
Leng Wanning’s phone vibrated, ending their mutual provocation.
Zhou Siyuan looked back and, sure enough, Yu Qing had arrived.
Seeing the bag Yu Qing carried today, she sneered. Afraid others wouldn’t notice her over-a-million-dollar bag, she deliberately placed it in front, even positioning it upright.
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Yu Qing held the bag in front of her abdomen so others couldn’t see her protruding belly.
Little Fish started moving again, and she gently touched it with her palm.
Qin Moling finished chatting and sat down next to her.
He noticed Leng Wanning and whispered to Yu Qing, “They’re all here.”
Yu Qing didn’t pay attention to Leng Wanning because she knew Leng Wanning had no money. She kept looking to see which investment companies the securities firm had invited.
In the front row, there was a sign for Yinlin Capital.
But the person representing Yinlin Capital at the roadshow today was someone she hadn’t seen before.
“Do you know Jian Hang?”
Qin Moling: “I’ve heard of him, but I’m not familiar. He’s not in the same circle.” It seemed he had just been transferred to the Beijing branch not long ago.
He thought for a moment, “You can ask Yu Fei. She often works on projects with capital companies and should know.”
Yu Qing nodded and messaged Yu Fei, [Sister Yu Fei, when are you free? Let’s meet for afternoon tea.]
Yu Fei quickly replied: [No time for afternoon tea. How about Friday night?]
Yu Qing: [I’m free any day.]
It was settled. Same old place, SZ Restaurant, the shop where Chen Yan worked.
The promotional event lasted over three hours, finally ending at 5:30 PM.
Yu Qing waved to Qin Moling, “I’m leaving. My fish spirit is here to pick me up.”
Qin Moling was puzzled, “Does he have such a big handle over you that he arrives right at 5:30?”
Instead of answering, Yu Qing countered, “What, jealous of our sibling bond?”
She picked up her bag and quickly left the venue.
Yu Qing sat in the back row, and Zhou Siyuan left the venue before her.
Yu Jingze’s car was parked at the hotel entrance, the window half-lowered. He was sitting in the backseat, looking inside. Not yet time to leave work, he hurried over.
He could wait for Yu Qing, but Yu Qing couldn’t wait a minute for anyone.
When Zhou Siyuan saw Yu Jingze, she was slightly startled.
She knew he wasn’t there for her and walked over in a few steps.
“Looks like you’re not busy today. Should we settle the meal you owe me? I can hitch a ride with you.”
Before Yu Jingze could respond, a voice came from behind Zhou Siyuan, “Excuse me, could you move aside? Thank you.”
Zhou Siyuan turned around—it was Yu Qing.
Just as she guessed, Yu Jingze had indeed come specifically to pick up Yu Qing. Zhou Siyuan moved aside a couple of steps, planning to say a few words to Yu Jingze and ride with him.
Yu Qing got into the car, closed the door, rolled up the window, and instructed the driver, “Let’s go.”
The driver glanced at the boss in the rearview mirror, but his foot had already lightly pressed the accelerator. In the Yu family, listening to Yu Qing was always right, regardless of whether she was correct or not.
Yu Jingze was speechless and helpless, rubbing Yu Qing’s head forcefully, wanting to say something but forgetting due to frustration.
The car drove away, leaving behind a trail of exhaust fumes.
At this moment, Leng Wanning patted Zhou Siyuan’s shoulder, “Want to hitch a ride with me? My car is the same series as your brother’s, and mine is the latest model.”
Zhou Siyuan: “...”
It felt like a slap in the face.
Her lips curled slightly, “Thank you, no trouble.”
Shameless.
Another day, she would definitely return this slap with force.
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When she got home, it was already dark, and Fu Jichen had returned.
Seeing Fu Jichen’s car, Yu Jingze felt relieved. He was going to the club tonight. For three consecutive days, he had stayed at home with Yu Qing, even working overtime at home.
“Go inside. I’m heading out to discuss some matters.”
Yu Qing didn’t make things difficult for him, waving her hand, “Come back early.”
Yu Jingze: “...”
Yu Qing went upstairs. Fu Jichen was in the study. Seeing her enter, he put aside his work and gave her a hug, “Tired?”
“Not tired.” Yu Qing wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, “I’m not tired when I’m in a good mood.”
Fu Jichen noticed her mischievous smile, “Did you manage Yu Jingze again?”
Yu Qing didn’t mention encountering Zhou Siyuan today; bringing her up would ruin the mood.
“Nope. I missed you.” She kissed the corner of his lips and sucked on his upper lip.
Fu Jichen hugged her shoulders, leaning down, his deep kiss following.
Having endured so long, with Yu Qing initiating intimacy again, his self-control was now zero.
Yu Qing didn’t reject such closeness. Everything was normal during the prenatal checkup, and she felt reassured.
If he wanted it, she would satisfy him.
Because of Little Fish, their kisses weren’t as intense and passionate as before.
From the study to the bedroom, Fu Jichen’s kisses and embraces were especially gentle.
Once on the bed, he was extra cautious, afraid of touching her belly.
Tonight, the floor lamp in the bedroom wasn’t turned off but dimmed to a warm yellow.
Fu Jichen cupped her face, “Your sister called Ji Qingyuan ‘husband’ today.” When he returned home earlier, he heard Yu Jingxin call out in the yard.
Yu Qing knew what he was thinking and teased him, “Ji Qingyuan is my sister’s husband anyway. Is it strange to call him husband?”
Fu Jichen: “...Not strange.”
He kissed her ear, “Can you... call me once? Let me hear how it sounds. If it doesn’t sound good, you don’t have to call me that again.”
Yu Qing didn’t fall for it and started kissing him.
Fu Jichen didn’t spoil the mood further and continued their intimate exchange.
Today’s session was particularly challenging for him.
When the two became one, enjoying each other’s presence, sweat formed on his forehead.
Finally, Fu Jichen whispered to her, “Call me husband.”
Unable to withstand his persistence, Yu Qing surrendered, whispering softly in his ear, “Husband.”
At that moment, Fu Jichen felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
When things calmed down,
Fu Jichen kept kissing Yu Qing’s forehead, savoring her soft call of “husband.”
Yu Qing squeezed his cheeks, “Alright, tonight, in this special place, I’ll count it as you winning against me once.”
Fu Jichen inwardly refused to admit that the only battlefield where he could triumph over Yu Qing was on this four-square-meter bed.
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