Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 786 - 786 772 Everything Has Just Begun (3)_1

Chapter 786: 772, Everything Has Just Begun (3)_1 Chapter 786: 772, Everything Has Just Begun (3)_1 Song Yi sat on the sofa with a sullen face while Zhang Tong stood uncomfortably. All the servants had been dismissed.

“Dad, Mom.”

Delicately, Song Xirou slowly approached them.

“Dad, you came back early today. Are all things settled at the company?” She asked.

When Zhang Tong saw Song Xirou’s arrival, she instantly leaned towards her like a dependent child finding support.

Song Xirou glanced at her with a rather gloomy demeanor.

Suddenly, Song Yi stood up abruptly.

“Bang—”

Zhang Tong was taken aback, while Song Xirou remained unperturbed.

“Xirou, tell me the truth, was your recent car accident genuinely an accident?” Song Yi stared at her and asked solemnly.

The company was doing fine. He couldn’t believe that it coincidentally ran into trouble the same time she was in the accident. He refused to believe there was no connection.

Song Xirou remained composed, “Dad, what do you mean by these words?”

“I’m asking you if your car accident was genuinely an accident. Don’t try to change the subject, tell me the truth,” Song Yi pressed on.

“Dad, you’re hurting me by saying this. Do you really think I’d play with my life like that?” she replied, her face showing distress.

“Are you influenced by idle gossip? I’m your daughter, why would you choose to believe others over me?”

Seeing the flickering tears in her eyes, Song Yi did not soften up. “Xirou, the company is in crisis. If you’re innocent, so be it. However, if I find out that you’re responsible, don’t blame me for being heartless.”

Thinking of the current mess at the company made Song Yi extremely angry.

“What do you mean, Dad? How could the company be in crisis? What are you talking about?” Song Xirou took a step forward, grabbed his hand, and asked urgently.

Song Yi shook off her hand and snorted coldly, “The company’s stock has been falling for the past two days. Our major partners have withdrawn their investments. There’s chaos among the board of directors. If we can’t secure our partners back in time, the company will face liquidity issues. You should know what that implies without me explaining.”

Upon hearing this, Song Xirou’s pupils contracted.

How could this be?

Did Jian Qing have something to do with it?

She looked at him with questioning eyes, as if seeking confirmation, “Dad, have you investigated? Is JK International deliberately trying to suppress our company?”

“It’s not JK International,” replied Song Yi.

At first, he suspected it was JK International too. However, upon investigation, he discovered that JK International had nothing to do with this situation.

But if not JK International, then who? Who could turn his company into a mess in just two to three days?

“It must be Jian Qing. She must be behind this,” Zhang Tong suddenly blurted out.

“Jian Qing has so many backers. Ayi, have you forgotten that Jian Qing’s father is An Zhe? He dotes on her so much. He must have done what she requested.”

Song Yi glared at her with intense disapproval. “Enough! If you want to curse, do it at home. Don’t spread rumors outside. We’ve already offended the Quan Family. If we upset An Zhe as well, it will only bring harm to our Song Family.”

Grudgingly, Zhang Tong shut up and glanced at Song Xirou, who remained silent with her head down.

After a while, Song Xirou gripped her hands tightly, raised her head, and met Song Yi’s eyes, “Dad, what did the board say?”

“The directors insist on holding a board meeting tomorrow. If we can’t propose a solution, the situation will only worsen.” Song Yi looked rather vexed.

With a stoic expression, Song Xirou said, “I see. I’ll reach out to the directors and the groups planning to withdraw their investments right away.”

After saying this, she turned and went upstairs, leaving Song Yi and his wife speechless.

…

With twinkling stars and a breathtakingly beautiful night sky…

The gentle breeze made the flowers in the vase sway gently. The Louis XIV Roses were exquisite, exuding a subtle fragrance.

The sound of flowing water could be heard as Jian Qing wiped down a man’s bare chest with a towel.

Under the bright light, the man’s well-defined chest had an alluring gleam to it, making it hard to look away.

After a while, Jian Qing sighed lightly. Her hands were somewhat sore.

She set the towel aside and helped him put on his clothes.

The pants were easy to put on, but the shirt was a bit troublesome. Most of the wounds on the man’s back had scabbed over, making it harder to dress him.

She sat down on the bed, propped him up so he could lean on her. She then deftly helped him slip on his clothes.

The black silk pajamas highlighted his slender figure and further accentuated his charmingly & incredibly handsome features.

Jian Qing set the basin back in the bathroom. Just as she stepped out, she noticed her phone vibrating.

She walked over and picked it up. She headed back to the bed while on the phone.

“Yes, I understand. Proceed as planned. Make sure the directors keep their mouths shut. They should know what to say and what not to.”

“Alright. Keep an eye on Song Xirou.”

After giving the orders, Jian Qing hung up and went to bed.

She lifted the blanket, got in, and gripped the man’s hand, resting it on her waist.

She turned over and saw his handsome face right in front of her.

“Goodnight, Xiaojing.” The icy coldness in her eyes slowly faded, and she whispered softly.

Everything was just getting started…

Following the rain, the sky was a serene blue.

News of Song Group’s stock plummeting and facing liquidity issues spread rapidly. The car accident was yet to be resolved, and now this. Everyone couldn’t help but lament the series of misfortunes befalling the Song Family.

Amidst the murmurs and whispers outside, the Song Group was holding an important meeting.

The spacious meeting room was utterly silent.

The directors sat with solemn expressions on either side of the long round table.

Sitting at the head of the table was Song Yi, his eyes gloomy. The seat to his left was still vacant, indicating that someone was yet to arrive.

“Chairman Song, we’ve been waiting for over ten minutes. If your daughter isn’t coming, I suggest we start the meeting,” one of the directors said.

Song Yi glanced at the tightly closed door, his expression taut.

“I declare the meeting open.”

Just as he finished, the doors swung open.

“I’m sorry, I’m late.” Song Xirou rushed in, her hair slightly dishevelled.

“If you’re here, then sit down,” said Song Yi.

Song Xirou nodded at the directors and took her seat. Seeing her still healing face struck various reactions from the directors.

“I apologize for being late. I encountered something on my way out,” she said.