Translator: Zayn_
Jiang Zhihan understood what Song Qingyou meant.
Because they could not find any evidence of the Shen familyâs attempted murderâ¦
She could only seek revenge in other ways.
Nothing could make the Shen family suffer more than the bankruptcy of the Shen family.
âWhat if 1 donât agree?â he asked coldly.
âThen 1â11 find someone else to work with.â Song Qingyou said frankly, âFor example, the Dongfang Group, which started with Internet technology.â
The Dongfang Group was the company of the richest family in the country, the Lu family.
The fact that Song Qingyou dared to say this showed that she was very confident in her own logistics technology.
Jiang Zhihan suppressed his displeasure and said, â1 thought you would try to convince me.â
Song Qingyouâs tone rose slightly as she heard the grievance in his voice.
âDoing business requires mutual consent. If Mr. Jiang doesnât agree, then of course I have to find someone elseâ¦â
âThe Lu family and the Shen family have a strong partnership.â Jiang Zhihan couldnât help but interrupt her, âThe Jiangyuan Corporation and the Shen family have almost no cooperation.â
After returning from the island, he immediately cut off the cooperation with the Shen family.
At that time, there were still many voices of opposition in the company.
Now, it seemed that he had actually made a wise choice?
Not to mention the fact that Song Qingyou had a close relationship with him, he wanted to protect her.
Song Qingyouâs status as a professor at University A and the head of the holographic technology research team was far more valuable than the Shen family.
Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Zhihanâs words, Song Qingyou made her position clear, âThe first person I want to work with is Mr. Jiang.â
âHowever, the development of the intelligent logistics system still requires initial investmentâ¦â
Jiang Zhihan pondered for a few seconds before he replied, âI need a complete proposal and a description of the technology you mentioned.â
âOf course. Iâll hand it over to Mr. Jiang within a month.â
âA month then.â Jiang Zhihan set the time.
This day next month was also the time he would wake up.
Song Qingyou agreed.
When the two talked about work, they were basically business-like, which made Song Qingyou very satisfied.
If Jiang Zhihan wanted to cooperate and invest in her just because he treated her as a friend or because they knew each other, Song Qingyou wouldnât have accepted it.
Fang Yan drove Song Qingyou back to the staff dormitory before turning back.
The car quieted down and Jiang Zhihan suddenly asked, âAssistant Fang, if a person feels unhappy because another person is unhappy, what could be the reason?â
âAh?â
This was the first time Fang Yan had heard the boss ask such a question.
However, he didnât think too much about it at first. He blurted out, âThat should be âlikeâ. That person likes another person because when he sees the person he likes unhappy, he will also be unhappy.â
Jiang Zhihan didnât say anything else. His entire face was hidden in the shadows of the tall buildings by the roadside, and his expression was dark.
Fang Yan belatedly thought, âCould Mr. Jiang be talking about me and Ms. Song?â
In that case, Miss Song could really become the future wife of the CEO?
At night, Jiang Zhihan was still working in his study. The coffee in his hand was almost empty.
He picked up the cup and glanced at it, then glanced at the time.
It was already past midnight, but he had not turned back into a cat.
It was such a long time at night. If he could control himself to turn back into a cat at night and save the rest of the time to turn back into a human during the day, it would be greatâ¦
However, he did not even know when he would turn back into a cat in advance. This kind of thing should be uncontrollable.
Jiang Zhihan pinched the space between his eyebrows in frustration and got up to pull open the curtains.
Just as he was about to raise his head to look at the moon, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, followed by the world spinning around himâ¦
Was it time? Jiang Zhihan secretly calculated how long he had been awake this time.
From 8 AM to 12:10 AM, about 16 hours.
It was not the first time he had experienced such a nauseating feeling. He forced himself to lie on the sofa and let the feeling of floating and helplessness devour him.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar hospital equipment.
Beep, beep, beep-
The equipment beside him rang several times before the pet doctor on duty came in.
Ten minutes later, Chen Lan arrived.
Jiang Zhihan didnât need to listen to their conversation to know that he was fine.
Chen Lan opened the cat carrier and he went inside.
The doctor on duty called out to her, âMs. Chen, your cat has been here several times. Every time, the results show that itâs only sleeping, and it hasnât been sleeping for longâ¦â
âOther than not waking it up, thereâs nothing wrong with it. So, I suggest that you stay at home and observe it for a while. If it doesnât wake up after 24 hours, it wonât be too late to send it overâ¦â
Chen Lan nodded. âIâll pass the message to the cat owner. She protects this cat like a precious jewel. Sheâs probably worried that her cat has some rare disease.â
The pet doctor expressed his understanding and casually comforted her.
Chen Lan walked out of the hospital and teased, âYouâre really hard to please. Do you know that every time you donât wake up, Qingyou has to ask dozens of times about your well-being?â
âThis time, you woke up in the middle of the night, so 1 wonât inform her. I donât want her to come over in the middle of the night and be in low spirits when filming the show.â
Jiang Zhihan agreed with her, so he closed his eyes and lay down again.
Chen Lan was speechless.
How could this cat sleep so well?
Could there really be something wrong with him?
Or did he not want to listen to his nagging?
The next day, Song Qingyou went to work on the 27th floor as usual.
Even though the Shen family had not paid the price, the news that Song Xingye had woken up made her extremely happy.
Not to mention, she had also seen Chen Lanâs message this morning, saying that Zhizhi had woken up. Just like the previous few times, there was no problem with the checkup.
Lin Hui saw that she was in a good mood and couldnât help but lean over. âWhatâs the matter? Did you go on a date with Mr. Jiang last night?â âA date? What date?â
Song Qingyou subconsciously thought of Jiang Zhihan treating her to dinner last night.
Could someone have seen it?
âWhy would you think that?â she asked, calm and collected.
âI was just guessing.â Lin Huiâs expression was strange. âDid I guess correctly?â
Song Qingyou sighed in relief and shook her head. âNo date. Iâm happy because my familyâ member recovered from his illness.â
âThatâs indeed something to be happy about.â
Lin Hui continued to lower her voice. âBut you keep smiling today. Everyoneâs guessing that you might have registered your marriage with Mr. Jiang and successfully gotten promoted. Some even said that you might be pregnant.â âThat ridiculous?â Song Qingyou was shocked.
âThis is how rumors spread.â Lin Hui clicked her tongue and looked at Song Qingyouâs stomach. âBut..â Are you really not pregnant?â
âYou said it was just a rumor,â The latter was speechless.
Lin Hui chuckled.
Whenever Jiang Zhihan was mentioned, Song Qingyou would always think of Zhizhi.
Now, Zhizhi was awake.
Then Jiang Zhihanâ¦
âSis Hui, did Mr.. Jiang come to the office today?â