Shao Qing got up and walked out of the ward. SHe ran out of the hospital quickly and let the cold wind pat hER face. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She didn't even need to think about what would happen if she saw Song Yong.

But what could she do? Could she really let her mother look for Song Yong with her illness?

Just as she was in a dilemma, Ji Zisheng called and asked her to go to his office. He said that there was something urgent.

Only then did Shao Qing realize that no one in Linghai City could be better than Ji Zisheng in terms of connections and power.

She decided to beg him to give it a try again.

Half an hour later, Shao Qing arrived at the CEO's Office of the Jiting Group.

She sat on the chair obediently and smiled flatteringly, "What a coincidence, Mr. Ji. I happen to have something to talk to you about."

"Then you go first." Ji Zisheng seemed to be very busy and didn't even raise his head.

In order to appear more sensible, Shao Qing said politely, "You go first. I'm not in a hurry."

Ji Zisheng took out a folder from his drawer and placed it in front of her, "This is the contract. Take a look. Sign it if you have no problems."

A contract?

Shao Qing picked it up and flipped through it in confusion.

It was a document of 20 pages, which clearly stated all kinds of things that Shao Qing needed to pay attention to during the acting as Ji Zisheng's fiancee, no matter how big or small, everything was included.

Among them, there were two important marks at the bottom that said she couldn't get drunk or do anything intimate with other men.

"... Do I still need to sign a contract?" Shao Qing felt that it was an eye-opener.

"It'll be easier to implement if there's a contract." Ji Zisheng crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the back of the chair, "If you have any suggestions, you can also put them forward. We can discuss how to modify it."

His voice was a little cold and his eyes were devoid of emotion. He was completely in the state of business.

Shao Qing picked up the pen irritably and signed her name vigorously.

She felt that she had become an object and sold it just like that.

Ji Zisheng naturally put away the contract and asked casually, "Didn't you say you had something to talk to me about? Tell me."

"... It's all right."

"I'm going to have a video conference soon. I won't keep you here."

Shao Qing got up and left. The legs of the chair rubbed against the ground, making an ear-piercing sound.

Ji Zisheng looked at her back in confusion. He felt that this woman was moody. She turned hostile just like turning a book

Last night, he felt that the atmosphere was very good, so he proposed to live with her. She also left with a straight face.

However, he was busy with the meeting and discussing the new project, so he didn't have time to care about it.

As soon as Shao Qing got out of the Jiting Mansion, she stopped a taxi and went straight to the Dayong Garage.

It could be seen from the contract that Ji Zisheng was a typical selfish businessman. How could he use his connections to help her so casually? If she told him, he might blame her.

Instead of asking for help, she decided to take a risk and go to find Song Yong in person.

The parking lot of Song Yong was large and empty. Shao Qing stumbled into the factory in high heels.

Some men looked like lackeys saw her, they all whistled.

Shao Qing was not afraid. She asked, "Is Brother Yong here?"

One of his men asked in a rough voice, "Who are you? Why are you looking for Brother Yong?"

Shao Qing took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it unhurriedly, and took a few puffs, "My name is Shao Qing, a friend of Brother Yong."

Perhaps he had heard of this name before, or maybe he was intimidated by her imposing manner. The lackey pointed to the room inside and motioned for her to go in and look for it.

Shao Qing put out the cigarette and went straight in.

When she pushed the door open, Song Yong was holding a woman in one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other. The floor was littered with bottles and countless cigarette butts.

Shao Qing smiled and said, "Long time no see, Brother Yong."

Song Yong was shocked and patted the woman's back, and the woman went out sensibly.

He walked up to Shao Qing and shook the phone in his hand, "It's been a long time. I thought you'd forgotten about me."

On the screen of the mobile phone was a photo of the auction that night. Ji Zisheng was helping Shao Qing put on her shoes.

Shao Qing's heart sank. She knew that it was useless to be polite, so she went straight to the point and said, "Brother Yong, my sister Shao Yu has been kidnapped by Song Meng. I came to ask you to take me to her."

Song Yong didn't answer her directly. Instead, he looked at her gloomily and asked, "Did he touch you?"

Shao Qing was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. She just looked up at Song Yong.

He was thinner than when he was a child. His face was angular, his chin had stubble, and his eyes were more sinister.

Shao Qing couldn't help trembling all over and avoiding his eyes for a moment.

Song Yong understood. He suddenly laughed at himself and then said angrily, "I've been watching you for a few years, but in the end, you went to another man's bed. How dare you beg me now?"

"I know Brother Yong loved me back then because I was young." Shao Qing clenched her fists and tried her best to remain calm.

"Are you still young?" Song Yong stroked her hair with his hand, and his breathing became rapid.

Shao Qing subconsciously took two steps back with hostility in her eyes.

Song Yong snorted, "Your eyes are exactly the same as when you were a child."

Shao Qing suddenly remembered that when she was a child, a drunkard knocked on her door in the middle of the night. Her mother was so scared that she hid in the quilt and trembled. She pulled out a kitchen knife and rushed out of the door. But before she could do anything, Song Yong kicked the drunkard to the ground.

At that time, Song Yong was only nineteen years old.

"Brother Yong, I'm looking for Shao Yu for no other reason than my mother's sake. She has a heart attack and can't be anxious." Shao Qing stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry for not telling you my leaving before. You can hate me as much as you want, but my mother has always been good to you. Can you help her and tell me where Shao Yu is."

"Okay." Song Yong lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I'll take you to find someone if you stay with me for one night."

Shao Qing bit her lower lip and thought quickly. In the end, she pretended to be embarrassed and pouted, "Okay, I promise you, but you have to let me see Shao Yu first."

Hearing this, Song Yong immediately went out with Shao Qing in his arms, opened a dirty car, and pushed her in.

The lackeys behind him whistled like crazy.

More than ten minutes later.

Song Yong took Shao Qing to a shabby rental house and kicked the door open.

There was a musty smell in the room, and several rascally young men were playing cards.

Shao Qing recognized Shao Yu at a glance. She was sitting on a yellow-haired man with dyed red hair. It must be Song Meng.

It didn't look like a kidnapping at all?

Shao Qing was so angry that she almost fainted. She walked over and pulled Shao Yu away from the yellow-haired man. She shouted angrily, "Didn't you get kidnapped?!"

Shao Yu was shocked by Shao Qing and stammered, "Sister? Why, why are you here? Did Dad ask you to bring money?"

"You're really good." Shao Qing closed her eyes and tried her best to calm down, "How dare you cheat our money with them?"

Shao Yu didn't take it seriously, "You didn't bring the money? Dad is too stingy, isn't he? I'm her biological daughter! Doesn't he care about my life?"

"He was right to not care about you." After that, Shao Qing left Shao Yu behind and rushed out of the door.

She didn't want to care about her absurd sister. If it weren't for Mrs. Shao, who insisted on meddling in this matter, she wouldn't even want to look at Shao Yu.

Shao Qing took out her mobile phone and only sent a message to Shao Budong: [Shao Yu is fine! You're saving money!]

She put away her phone and found that it was raining again. The rain fell on her face and made her feel cold.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back into the car again.

Song Yong sat in the driver's seat and slammed the door. He smiled proudly and said, "It's time to go to my place."