Song Changfeng grew angrier the more he thought about it.
He had managed the Song Corporation for so many years, on the verge of expanding the company, yet Song Wantang held thirty percent of the shares.
Those were left to her by the Old Master before his death, meant as a safeguard.
A safeguard for what?
What safeguard does a mere girl need?
If those shares returned to his hands, his decision-making power in the company would be as solid as Mount Tai, unshakable by anyone.
Song Yurou gently reminded, "Dad, please calm down first. Brother Mozhou is here; it wouldn't be good if he overheard."
Shen Mozhou had just stepped outside to take a call.
Song Changfeng waved his hand without speaking.
Song Yurou turned and left the living room, heading toward the garden.
Shen Mozhou was standing in front of a flower bed, holding his phone, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Brother Mozhou, why are you standing outside? Come inside and sit down."
Shen Mozhou's expression was indifferent. "Mm, for what reason did Uncle hit Wantang?"
Song Yurou's smile stiffened slightly.
She had thought Shen Mozhou would ask how she was doing, would care about the child in her belly, but his first words were still about Song Wantang.
"It's... Dad acted on impulse because of the shares issue. Sister's words were also somewhat... unpleasant to hear." Song Yurou lowered her eyes, her tone dejected.
Shen Mozhou's brows furrowed even tighter.
Shares.
Shares again.
The thirty percent shares in Song Wantang's hands were like a piece of fatty meat; everyone wanted a bite.
Song Changfeng wanted to swallow them back, and he wanted them too.
No, he wanted them more than Song Changfeng did.
"Brother Mozhou," Song Yurou raised her head, her eyes slightly red, "are you... still concerned about Sister?"
Shen Mozhou pulled his thoughts back and looked at her.
Song Yurou bit her lip, her hand unconsciously resting on her slightly bulging lower abdomen. "I know, you and Sister were engaged first. It was me... I shouldn't have..."
Shen Mozhou interrupted her, "Yurou, that's all in the past. Now I only have you by my side. By the way, there's a charity gala this weekend; let's go together then."
"Okay." Song Yurou said happily.
She knew it; Brother Mozhou still liked her.
Because he had once said that Song Wantang was very boring.
"Then... stay for dinner?" She raised a smile again. "The kitchen has made many dishes you like."
Shen Mozhou nodded without hesitation.
He stayed, not for the meal.
But to learn more about the shares from the Song family members.
Song Wantang was now married to Lu Shaodong; he could no longer approach her as before.
But he needed those shares.
......
Early the next morning.
Lu Shaodong went out right after breakfast.
He had a meeting this morning.
Song Wantang was in early pregnancy, feeling very tired, so she usually got up later.
However, after finishing breakfast, she also planned to go out.
She had made an appointment with Tang Yuanyuan.
She had some matters to consult about.
Around ten o'clock, Song Wantang left with her bag.
She wore a simple white knee-length dress, showing only a section of her slender calves. She was over three months pregnant, and her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, but the dress had a high waistline design that concealed her pregnancy.
She stood in the foyer changing shoes, looked down at her belly, hesitated for a moment, then still took a thin jacket and draped it over her arm.
"Madam is going out?" Zhang Ma poked her head out from the kitchen.
"Mm, I have an appointment with a friend."
"Then let the driver take you; Sir has instructed so."
Song Wantang nodded without refusing.
"Okay."
Song Wantang had just stepped out of the villa entrance, ready to wait for the driver to pick her up, when suddenly a voice came from behind, "Wantang!"
Hearing this, Song Wantang turned around and saw it was Shen Mozhou.
Truly a persistent ghost.
Why was he here to intercept her again?
"Wantang." Shen Mozhou's eyes lit up instantly when he saw her, and he strode over. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Shen Mozhou thought about it after returning last night and felt he should strike first to gain the upper hand.
Now, Song Wantang must have married Lu Shaodong out of spite.
There was no affection between them.
And the Song family was also eyeing the shares covetously, so now he needed to act early to win back Song Wantang.
Even if she was carrying another man's child, it didn't matter; his goal was the shares.
As long as he got the shares, whether Song Wantang lived or died would be irrelevant.
He had been waiting here early, and he had just watched Lu Shaodong's car drive away.
So now, he dared to appear so blatantly before Song Wantang.
Shen Mozhou's wishful thinking was quite loud.
"Shen Mozhou? What are you doing here?" Song Wantang had truly never seen anyone so shameless.
"Wantang, let's talk."
"There's nothing to talk about." Song Wantang's tone was indifferent as she turned to leave.
Shen Mozhou reached out to block her, lowering his voice: "Wantang, it was really a misunderstanding. In my heart, there is only you."
"Mommy, don't believe his nonsense. How can there be such a disgusting person? Always pestering. If Dad finds out, he'll definitely teach him a lesson." Little Dumpling said angrily.
Song Wantang knew Shen Mozhou was shameless, but she hadn't expected him to be this shameless.
The two confronted each other, the atmosphere tense and hostile.
"Wantang, give me five minutes. I'll leave after I finish speaking."
"Speak." Song Wantang's tone was as calm as if talking to a stranger. "Just five minutes."
Shen Mozhou looked at her, his gaze complicated. "Wantang, do you really have to talk to me like this? We were once so in love."
"Four minutes left." Song Wantang said indifferently.
She was really afraid she would vomit on the spot.
Shen Mozhou actually had the nerve to say they were in love.
Shen Mozhou took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Wantang, I know you hate me. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. But I hope you will think carefully. You married into the Lu family. Don't you know what kind of person Lu Shaodong is? He won't treat you sincerely. You won't be happy by his side."
After hearing this, Song Wantang gently smiled.
That smile was very faint, tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
"Shen Mozhou, are you done?"
"Wantang..."
"You're done, now it's my turn." Song Wantang raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. "Whether I'm happy or not has nothing to do with you. Also, my shares won't be given to you. Give up that hope."
"Your fiancée is carrying your child in her belly, and you come to say these things to me. Don't you find it disgusting?"
Shen Mozhou's complexion instantly turned very ugly.
"Yurou and I..."
"You don't need to explain to me." Song Wantang interrupted him. "I don't care about your affairs. I only hope you won't appear in front of me again in the future."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
In his desperation, Shen Mozhou grabbed her wrist. "Wantang, listen to me..."
"Let go." Song Wantang's voice was as cold as ice.
"I won't let go." Shen Mozhou's grip tightened.
Song Wantang felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
Little Dumpling was so anxious in her belly that he was crying: "Mommy! He's hurting you! Villain! Let go of my mommy!"
Just then, a deep voice came from behind.
"Let her go."
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