After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

The next morning, Song Yang arrived at the project studio early.

I walked over to him and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Song Yang was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice a little hoarse: "I didn't expect things to develop to this point. Although I know he did something wrong, seeing him being scorned by others makes me feel terrible."

This person is completely different from the impetuous one I knew before; now they're silent. I comforted them, saying, "This isn't your fault. You just did what you were supposed to do. If he hadn't chosen this method, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Song Yang gave a wry smile and shook his head: "Perhaps. But no matter what, he is still my brother. I hope this incident will wake him up and prevent him from going down the wrong path again."

At this moment, Xu Sisi also put down the documents in her hand and came over to comfort her.

"Sister Mo is right, don't be too sad."

But at this moment, he appeared so vulnerable. I know that his inner struggle was not only because of the family's interests, but also because of his guilt towards his family.

His voice was choked with emotion, as if his long-suppressed feelings had finally found an outlet.

Xu Sisi looked at him, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart. This struggle was not merely a business contest, but also a tearing apart of family bonds.

“Song Yang,” Xu Sisi said softly, her tone firm, “you don’t need to be responsible for his actions. He chose that path, while you chose to protect more people. You did nothing wrong.”

Song Yang turned to look at Xu Sisi, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you. Let's not say things like that anymore."

I smiled and gently patted his shoulder: "We're partners, aren't we? No matter what happens, I'll be on your side."

Song Yang nodded, and the confusion in his eyes seemed to dissipate slightly.

"You're right. What's done is done, we can only look forward."

"What should we do next?" Xu Sisi asked softly, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.

Song Yang was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "We need to stabilize the situation as soon as possible. The Song family's reputation has been damaged, and the stock price has plummeted; these are things we must face. I will contact several trusted media outlets to issue a statement clarifying some facts and minimizing the negative impact."

I nodded to Xu Sisi, feeling a bit more in the right direction: "Okay, I'll have the team prepare the relevant materials to cooperate with your work."

Song Yang glanced at us, a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Well done."

I smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't say that. We're partners, aren't we?"

"Next, we must go all out to ensure the project passes the review smoothly." I changed the subject, trying to lighten the mood.

We smiled at each other, as if everything was understood without words.

After we finished speaking, we each went about our own business.

As soon as I turned on my computer, news articles about the Song Group flooded my eyes again.

"The eldest son of the Song Group is suspected of manipulating the market and suppressing competitors!"

"Anonymous whistleblower turned out to be a malicious frame-up? The dark secrets behind the eldest son of the Song family exposed!"

I sat in my office, watching the news constantly refresh on my computer screen, preparing to comment.

Song Yang pushed open the door and walked in, holding a cup of coffee. He walked up to me, handed me the coffee, and said in a relaxed tone, "The matter has been resolved, and the review will resume soon. Our project will not be affected."

I took the coffee and looked up at him. His face still held that calm and composed expression, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “If it weren’t for you, we might really have been driven to the brink of despair.”

Song Yang smiled, his eyes gentle: "We are partners, this is what I should do."

"I'll treat you to dinner after things are settled."

"Of course, even if you didn't say so, I would have made you treat me."

Suddenly, he remembered something and added, "And bring Xu Sisi along too."

"Why?" I knew Song Yang had feelings for Sisi, so I pretended not to know and asked.

"Never mind that, just bring her along."

"OK,"

Meanwhile, the government's review process restarted. Jiang Yichen and I led the team, working overtime to prepare supplementary materials, and finally successfully submitted the application before the deadline. In the office, everyone was exhausted, but a relieved smile was on their faces. We knew this was only the first step, and every step from here on out was crucial.

While we were working diligently to advance the project review, Song Yang also began his own actions.

He contacted several trusted media outlets and prepared to hold a press conference to clarify the facts and minimize the negative impact of the incident on the Song family.

On the day of the press conference, the venue was packed, and reporters aimed their cameras and microphones at Song Yang on the stage.

He was dressed in a dark suit, his expression serious and composed, his eyes revealing a firm resolve. Although his figure appeared exceptionally tall under the lights, a closer look revealed a hint of weariness between his brows.

"Dear friends from the media, thank you for coming today." Song Yang's voice, deep and powerful, resonated throughout the venue through the microphone.

Recently, some negative news about the Song family has attracted widespread attention. As a member of the Song family, I have a responsibility and an obligation to clarify the facts for everyone.

He paused, glanced at the reporters below the stage, and continued, "First of all, I must admit that the Song family did have management oversights in this incident, for which we are deeply sorry. But I want to emphasize that these actions do not represent the core values ​​of the Song family, nor do they represent the efforts and contributions of all our employees."

The reporters below the stage all lowered their heads to take notes, and their flashes went off continuously.

Song Yang's tone gradually became firm: "We have taken proactive measures and conducted a comprehensive internal review and rectification. At the same time, we will actively cooperate with the relevant departments' investigation to ensure that similar incidents do not happen again."

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sincerity: "The Song family is a company with a century-long history, and we have always taken integrity and responsibility as our core values. This incident has made us realize that we must be more strict with ourselves in order to live up to the expectations of all sectors of society."

After the press conference, Song Yang stepped off the stage, looking tired but with a sense of relief in his eyes.

He walked alone to the backstage dressing room, sat on the sofa, and let out a long sigh.

He took out his phone and glanced at the news feed. Public opinion was beginning to shift; although skepticism still existed, more people were starting to view the incident rationally. Song Yang knew this was the result of his efforts, but he also knew it was far from enough.