The green camphor tree has a deep view

The conference room was completely silent, with only Song Weiming's deep voice to be heard:

"Jing Shen has never gotten over his mother's death. He used this to retaliate against me and force me to step down early. I can understand that. However, the Song Group is still stable. I just looked through the financial statements and accounts carefully. Most of the projects acquired by Jing Shen are half-dead projects of ours, such as hotels, shopping malls, and the resorts that Song Weizhi built on a whim."

"He didn't touch the most profitable project of the Song Group, which shows that he also knows what can be touched and what cannot be touched. His goal is not so much to destroy the Song Group as to stabilize and expand the Song Group. He is targeting me, not everyone here."

Song Weiming cleared his throat and continued, "I know my son. He won't mess with real money, let alone the major shareholders. The Song family will not do stupid things that will destroy their foundation."

After these words, the shareholders felt relieved for the time being. However, those people from the Gu family brought up the marriage between the Gu and Song families again.

"After all, will he and Gu Jia get married? If it doesn't happen, then Mrs. Song's shares..."

"My mother made a will in advance. Her shares in Song's company were left to me, Jing Shen, Jing Huai, and Jing Long. I own half, and the others will share the other half equally."

Hearing this, Wen Qing outside the meeting room breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Jing Long had shares in the Song family, no one should be able to bully him.

"However," Song Weiming paused and changed the subject, "My mother's shares in Gu's company will be included in the handling of Gu Huaian's will."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of sighs all around.

"This... As expected of a member of the Gu family, they are more or less ruthless in their actions."

"Yes, for Miss Zhou, this would cut off her retreat..."

When Wen Qing heard the words "Miss Zhou", her eyes widened suddenly and she listened attentively, but they were talking about other things.

"What does it mean to cut off the retreat?" She looked at Yin Xiaoxiao beside her in confusion. Yin Xiaoxiao waved at her, indicating that they should talk somewhere else.

The two walked along the corridor to the door, which was where Wen Qing had just watched Jing Long get on the elevator.

There are people coming and going here, and it's not a good place to talk, but Yin Xiaoxiao didn't want to be too far away from the meeting room, so she chose to talk here.

"Old Mrs. Song is Aunt Gu Huaian's distant aunt. My dad said that it was she who introduced Aunt Huaian to Uncle Song." Yin Xiaoxiao chatted for a few words. She felt that the main topic that was to follow was a little difficult to talk about.

"Then what was her will? How did it cut off my aunt's escape route?" Wen Qing asked anxiously.

"About six years ago, Gu Huaian found out that Miss Zhou...your aunt was pregnant with Uncle Song's child. He gradually became mentally unstable. One night, he started making a scene and called my dad and the others over, saying that he wanted to make a will."

Yin Xiaoxiao recalled what her father had said, "Aunt Huai'an suspected that Miss Zhou was going to take over with her son, and was afraid that it would threaten Brother Jingshen's position, so she stipulated in her will that if Uncle Song married Miss Zhou after her death, all of Aunt Huai'an's shares in the Gu and Song families would be left to Song Jingshen; if he didn't marry, all of those shares would be left to Uncle Song. Aunt Huai'an should have a lot of shares, and if they were transferred to Brother Jingshen, the Song family would be torn apart. Maybe it was because of this that Uncle Song really didn't marry Miss Zhou."

Wen Qing's face turned pale, and she continued to ask, "If it's just that you don't have shares, it won't cut off your retreat, right?"

"In addition to shares, there are also trust funds." Yin Xiaoxiao sighed, hesitated for a moment, and simply said, "The Song family's family trust is a contract signed by Uncle Song's grandfather. Some clauses are irrevocable, and one of them is that unmarried women are not eligible to receive trust funds."

"So my aunt has no shares, and no trust protection," Wen Qing nodded and smiled bitterly, "What about Jing Long? Jing Long must have some."

"Jing Long has it, but Jing Long can only exercise his shareholder rights after he turns 18, and the trust money can only be collected after he reaches adulthood - they say it's to prevent..."

"To prevent the guardian from misappropriating the money, right?" Wen Qing curled her lips and smiled, but she was relieved. "I thought they had cut off some escape route, but it's nothing more than not paying the money."

"Isn't this considered cutting off your retreat?" Yin Xiaoxiao looked at her in shock. "No shares, no trust, and no money from my son. Isn't this considered cutting off your retreat?"

"For people like us, as long as we're still breathing, it doesn't count," Wen Qing laughed bitterly, "However, my aunt has been accustomed to a life of luxury over the years, and may not be able to withstand this kind of blow."

"I heard from my father that there is a lounge for caregivers next to Old Lady Song's ward. Uncle Song just came out from there. I guess Miss Zhou is also there. Maybe she doesn't know... what happened in the conference room yet."

"It's good not to know." Wen Qing seemed to have seen through something, her heart was cold, and her tone was indifferent, "If Mr. Song still has some compassion, let her know later..."

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At noon, the hospital received news that Mrs. Song had passed away. At that time, Wen Qing was eating at a small restaurant next to the hospital. When she received Yin Xiaoxiao's call, she said "I know" and continued to eat.

After a while, Song Jingshen called, his voice low and tired: "Wait for me at the exit of the underground parking lot and take you to the cemetery."

"I want to go too?" Wen Qing asked. Normally, the Song family would send the Song family off, so she couldn't go.

"No one is looking after Jing Long." He said, "Your aunt has fainted and is under observation in the hospital."

"What? Where is she?" Wen Qing was so anxious that she was about to cry, "You just abandoned her?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? There are nurses accompanying you. The funeral can't be delayed."

"Yes... your business can never be delayed." Wen Qing couldn't help but said sarcastically.

"What do you mean you and us?" Song Jingshen felt that she was inexplicable and felt that she was not in a good mood. "You are not in the hospital?"

"In the snack street opposite the hospital." Wen Qing tried hard to hold back her tears. She was worried about her aunt, but she couldn't just ignore Jing Long. She had promised him that she would wait for him.

"Stand in front of the Dacheng Pharmacy opposite the main entrance. I'll be there soon." Song Jingshen hung up the phone after saying that.

There are many large and small pharmacies and medical equipment stores near the hospital, and Dacheng Pharmacy is the largest one. Wen Qing stood at the door of the pharmacy with a lot on her mind, looking into the store from time to time.

"Miss, what medicine do you need?" The salesperson was used to seeing patients' families with worried faces, so he greeted them professionally, "Are you here to accompany me? Or are you here for an outpatient visit?"

"I don't know what the disease is, I just know that she is in the hospital." Wen Qing said softly, feeling sad.

"Then you can prepare some nourishing food. You need nutrition too! We have ginseng slices here. You can eat them directly or soak them in water. Take a look. The promotional price is very suitable."

The salesperson's enthusiastic recommendation moved Wen Qing's heart, and she couldn't help but think of the wild ginseng she gave to Old Lady Song not long ago...

After a while, she walked out of the pharmacy with a small box of ginseng slices in her hand.

The ginseng slices were individually packaged in a beautiful box. Wen Qing opened the outer packaging and threw it away, then put the ginseng slices one by one into her bag and a few in her pocket.

At this time, Song Jingshen's black G-Class arrived. He rolled down the window, revealing half of his face. He saw Wen Qing stuffing something into her pocket and didn't see him at all.

It was not convenient to park here, so he honked the horn. Wen Qing suddenly raised her head and saw that it was him and ran over in small steps.

Song Jingshen motioned for her to sit in the passenger seat, but she pretended not to see it, opened the back door and got in, which made him look unhappy: "Why are you sitting in the back?"

"It's comfortable at the back." She said casually, looking out the window.

Song Jingshen suddenly remembered the first time he took her back to the Song residence. She was also so distant and indifferent - as if he was just a passerby.

We just kissed last night, but today he’s making this face.

Song Jingshen pursed his lips tightly, his eyes gloomy - finish the business first, then deal with this moody little woman.