Shen Zhizhong's gaze was filled with uncertain surprise, "You, you all..."
Fu Jingshu's expression was calm, his eyes sharp, "What, do you have an opinion?"
Shen Zhizhong dared not have any. Although he didn't favor his daughter Shen Qingqing, if she could connect with Fu Jingshu, it would be a tremendous boon for him!
He changed his tune almost instantly, "No, I didn't realize Qingqing and Master Fu were related this way. There must have been some misunderstanding between us..."
Shen Qingqing found his greedy expression rather amusing, "Then your arm..."
Shen Zhizhong raised his hand with a composed face, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It was just a small accident. You're my daughter, how could I possibly hold a grudge against you?"
Shen Qingqing chuckled softly and looked at Fu Jingshu, giving him a thumbs-up.
His status was indeed very useful.
Shen Zhizhong pretended not to see the mockery on their faces and shamelessly asked, "Master Fu, shouldn't we discuss our cooperation now?"
Fu Jingshu glanced at him, "For the sake of the future Mrs. Fu, go wait for me in the conference room."
Shen Zhizhong rejoiced and hurried away.
"You..." Shen Qingqing wanted to say that she hadn't agreed to be with him yet, so how could she be Mrs. Fu? The title felt rather awkward.
"If I say you are, then you are," Fu Jingshu didn't give her a chance to explain. He stood up and said, "I'm going to a meeting. If you're tired, you can rest here."
With that, he strode towards the door.
Shen Qingqing's surprised voice came from behind, "Are you serious? Letting me rest here?"
Fu Jingshu replied without looking back, "Yes."
He had already walked outside.
Shen Qingqing touched her chin, a smile suddenly appearing at the corner of her lips. It was truly unexpected. When they first met, they were always at odds, never giving an inch.
But now...
She was in a very good mood, but she didn't rest there. Instead, she returned to her office.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Shen Zhizhong walked in. She raised an eyebrow slightly, "You're still here?"
Shen Zhizhong smiled kindly, "I'll be leaving soon. I just wanted to discuss something with you. You haven't been home in a long time. Why don't you come home with me today? Your mother misses you too..."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Shen Qingqing's face, "My mother has already passed away."
Shen Zhizhong's face stiffened, then he smiled as if nothing had happened, "Regardless, I am your father. Can't you come back and spend some time with me?"
He wouldn't be this kind. It was like a weasel paying a new year's visit to a chicken; he must have ulterior motives.
Shen Qingqing pondered for a moment and agreed, "Alright, I'll come back after work."
"Then I'll wait for you here," Shen Zhizhong was worried that this cash cow daughter would run away.
Shen Qingqing gave him a sarcastic look, "If you want to wait, then wait."
Finally, it was time to get off work, and Shen Zhizhong followed Shen Qingqing closely.
On the way back, he was unprecedentedly kind, saying many caring words. Unfortunately, Shen Qingqing was indifferent, but he didn't get angry. He licked his face, playing the role of a loving father.
When they arrived at the Shen residence, he brought her in. After receiving a phone call, he told Chen Xiang to have someone tidy up a room for her.
Chen Xiang's eyes flickered when she saw this scene, then she greeted her enthusiastically, "Qingqing, you're finally back. You don't know how much your father has been talking about you while you were away. He truly misses you."
As she spoke, she instructed a servant to tidy up a room.
Shen Qingqing was absent-minded and didn't respond, unsure if she was listening. It wasn't until they reached the second floor that she suddenly asked a question.
"Where does Shen Yaoyao live?"
Chen Xiang paused for a moment but still replied, "On the left, the second room."
"Is the door locked?"
"...No."
Without another word, Shen Qingqing reached out and pushed the door open, then walked in. Chen Xiang's face darkened, and she quickly followed.
"Qingqing, Yaoyao doesn't like people entering her room."
"I don't care if she likes it or not."
The bedroom was very clean, decorated in pink, a typical princess room. There was a vanity, a beanbag chair, and a very soft large bed, indicating that someone had put a lot of effort into arranging it.
Even on the balcony outside, there was a heart-shaped hanging chair. On the small table beside it, pastries and tea were placed.
Shen Qingqing curled her lips, a sarcastic smile appearing, "Truly like a princess."
She remembered that this room used to be hers, and the hanging chair on the balcony was bought by her mother. Since she was young, it naturally had to match a little girl's aesthetic, with the entire room being a dreamy pink.
"How old is she, still living in such a pink room?" she asked mockingly.
"Yaoyao, Yaoyao likes this room..." Chen Xiang's smile was a little strained. Seeing her act like the owner, she felt a bad premonition.
Shen Qingqing opened the wardrobe and saw that it was full of clothes, many still with tags.
She gave a cold laugh and scooped them all out, throwing them towards the door. This included the expensive cosmetics on the vanity, many of which were unopened.
They were thrown onto the ground, bottles shattering, and a fragrance spread.
Chen Xiang's face turned green, "What are you doing?"
Shen Qingqing threw out the bedding on the bed, exhaled slightly, clearly disgusted by the strong, pungent smell of cosmetics in the air, "Can't you tell?"
She paused, her face filled with malice.
"I'm cleaning up garbage."
Chen Xiang could no longer maintain her amiable facade and rebuked, "Shen Qingqing, have you gone mad? This is the Shen residence. Even if you're back to live, you're still a child, a junior. How can you be so disrespectful to me, and to your sister?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingqing's face turned cold.
Then, a teacup drew a perfect arc through the air and, with a bang, hit Chen Xiang squarely on the forehead, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
She covered her throbbing forehead and yelled furiously.
"Shen Qingqing!"
"I'm here," Shen Qingqing deliberately provoked her, "What, you don't think it was smashed hard enough? If that's the case, I can give you another one."
Chen Xiang's face contorted with pain and anger, "You're going too far!"
Just then, Shen Zhizhong returned. Seeing the mess on the floor, he frowned, "What's going on here?"
Chen Xiang immediately threw herself into his arms, tears already welling up in her eyes and flowing down her cheeks, looking pitiful. "Zhizhong, look, look at my forehead..."
Shen Zhizhong saw the bruise and quickly asked, "How did this happen?"
"Qingqing smashed it on me. I asked someone to tidy up a room for her, but she refused and insisted on staying in Yaoyao's room. If she wants to stay, fine, but she threw out all of Yaoyao's things and told us not to tidy them, saying they were all garbage," Chen Xiang cried, looking extremely wronged.
Shen Zhizhong looked at Shen Qingqing and frowned slightly, "You..."
Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows, "It seems Ms. Chen doesn't welcome me, so from the moment I arrived, she's been finding fault with me. I don't like these things, is it wrong to throw them out?"
"But..." you can't just throw everything out like garbage!
"Since no one welcomes me, I'll leave," Shen Qingqing said, turning to leave. She stepped over the pile of trash on the floor and strode downstairs.
Shen Zhizhong immediately panicked, pushed Chen Xiang aside, and blocked Shen Qingqing, "Wait, that's not what I meant. Why would I not welcome you if I personally invited you back? Your mother..."
As soon as he uttered the word "mother," he met Shen Qingqing's cold glare. He quickly changed his tune.
"Your aunt was just caught off guard by your return. If you like this room, stay in it. When Yaoyao returns, she can stay in another room."
Shen Zhizhong's sudden change in attitude left Chen Xiang stunned.
In the end, the room was still given to Shen Qingqing. Chen Xiang had the servants clear away the items from the doorway, not showing the slightest bit of unusual behavior in front of Shen Zhizhong.
But when she returned to her own room and was alone, she bit her lip until it bled.