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"I earned it myself," Qin Song replied confidently.

"Earned it himself?" The shock of two million was too great for Ye Ci to understand for a moment how Qin Song "earned" money.

"Is your studio really that powerful? A mere Taobao customer service representative can earn two million in just a few months?"

"..." Qin Song pursed his lips speechlessly, "I didn't earn these two million by working as a customer service representative. It's the dividends I received from a small investment I made a long time ago when I still had money."

"Investing?" This surprised Lin Jiahe. "Qin Song, when did you become an investor?"

In his memory, Qin Song had never had any special talents other than spending money and pursuing Lu Yibai. How come he suddenly has the ability to invest?

"..." Qin Song's hard-won confidence was easily shattered by the two people's back-and-forth words.

She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say something to defend herself, but when the words reached her lips, she felt inexplicably guilty.

Because Ye Ci and Lin Jiahe's suspicions were not wrong. In their eyes, "Qin Song" was the original female supporting character, the one who only knew how to spend money and act recklessly, and did not know how to cherish or make money!

Right now, this former supporting female character suddenly pulls out two million from her pocket and proudly says that she earned it herself. Anyone would react the same way.

"What do you care when I learned it?" Qin Song's self-righteousness turned into a lack of confidence. She picked at her fingers, her eyes darting around guiltily. "Anyway, this money is clean. I earned it with my own abilities. You can use it without worry."

Ye Ci: "No, sister-in-law, that's not what we meant..."

“Okay.” Pei Xingzhi, who hadn’t said much until now, finally spoke. He gripped Qin Song’s bank card tightly in his hand, his gaze towards Qin Song unwavering. “Xiao Song, I accept your investment. But before that, my studio needs to sign a formal investment agreement with you. All the profit sharing in the agreement must be in accordance with market rules, and you can’t take a penny less.”

"No problem." Qin Song had long expected Pei Xingzhi to do this, so he wasn't surprised at all when Pei Xingzhi said these words.

Pei Xingzhi: "Ye Ci, draft the contract by tomorrow."

"...Huh?" Ye Ci was still completely confused when he suddenly received the notification of the draft contract. He stared in astonishment, his mouth agape, his eyes blank.

Pei Xingzhi turned around and looked at him with a serious, almost chilling gaze: "Did you hear what I said?"

"..." Ye Ci stared at him in disbelief for several seconds before hurriedly nodding, "I...I heard you, I'll go back and work on the contract later."

Pei Xingzhi: "Hmm."

Then she turned her head back to face Qin Song, but didn't say anything extra.

He neither inquired about the type of investment she made that two million, nor when she earned it. Pei Xingzhi treated her the same way he would an ordinary investor; as long as the money was there, he wouldn't ask any further questions.

This polite yet distant manner, while allowing Qin Song to relax a bit without having to rack her brains for reasons to explain, also made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

Such a strange and important matter prompted Ye Ci and Lin Jiahe to repeatedly ask her about it, but Pei Xingzhi seemed unwilling to get involved.

Was he too confident in the original female supporting character's earning power, or was he simply too lazy to care where she got the money?

Perhaps it's true that pregnant women are prone to overthinking; for such a small problem, Qin Song imagined eighteen possibilities in her mind. Each possibility made her feel very uncomfortable.

She lowered her eyes without making a sound, quietly concealing the sadness in them.

"I'm going to the restroom." She hadn't been sitting for long when she used the excuse of going to the restroom to slip into the bathroom.

"Brother Pei." Ye Ci took the opportunity to run over from the sofa and asked Pei Xingzhi in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Aren't you curious that your wife can come up with two million at once?"

Pei Xingzhi glanced sideways, staring at the tightly closed door in the corner with a complicated expression.

“Curious,” he said coldly.

Ye Ci: "If you were curious, why did you accept your sister-in-law's investment without asking any questions?"

Pei Xingzhi gave a brief, sharp twitch of his lips: "What do I need to ask? What could I ask back then? She lied, which proves that she doesn't want to tell me the truth now, or that she can't tell me the truth. If I keep pressing her, it will only add to her pressure and trouble, and I don't want that."

"I just want her to be happy and relaxed. So, let's give her some time. She'll talk when she wants to."

Ye Ci frowned deeply: "Then this money..."

Pei Xingzhi looked down at the bank card lying quietly in his palm. The card was thin and light, but it contained his hope of standing up again.

"This money is definitely clean; it must have been earned through her hard work and dedication. Use it with confidence, don't be afraid."

Ye Ci was persuaded by him.

"Okay, I will draft the contract and give it to my sister-in-law before noon tomorrow."

Pei Xingzhi: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

While the two were whispering to each other, Lin Jiahe sat obediently on the sofa, occasionally eavesdropping by the bedside. From the few calm and uneventful words he overheard, he understood why Qin Song was willing to make changes for Pei Xingzhi.

Whether rich or poor, dazzling or down on his luck, Pei Xingzhi always made sure to give his partner enough respect.

He never forces anyone, nor does he use the pretense of "for your own good" or "out of concern for you" to morally blackmail anyone.

It's no surprise that Qin Song was moved by such a sensible and considerate man...

It was getting late, and after Qin Song came out of the restroom, Ye Ci and Lin Jiahe left the hospital together.

After spending nearly five minutes in the restroom, Qin Song had mostly composed herself when she came out. However, Pei Xingzhi still quickly noticed that something was wrong with her.

He had intended to ask, but just then, Pei's mother pushed open the door to the ward.

"Xiaosong, Xingzhi, Mom made some new dishes today. You both need to eat more of them later."

Qin Song's smile was as sweet and obedient as ever: "Okay."

Pei Xingzhi stared at her for a while and then replied, "Okay."

The insignificant little incident was thus interrupted, and was never mentioned again.

At 10 p.m., Qin Song finished washing up and lay on the sofa, secretly working on his manuscript, when he suddenly received a call from Ye Ci.

Since Pei Xingzhi regained consciousness, Ye Ci has mostly called him when she needs something, and rarely calls her directly.

She paused for a moment, then quickly answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Sister-in-law, good news! I've found the person who was hiding in the Pei Group as a spy. He's Fu Yushu's husband."