"Ha..." Song Yi chuckled slightly, her brows and eyes carrying a gentle, clear chill.
Her tone was sowhat cold: "Your question is quite problematic, don’t you think it contradicts what you just said?"
"You want to be good to your brother, but when things go wrong, you don’t try to find a win-win solution—instead, you insist on fighting him to the death?" Song Yi squinted slightly, her words sharp: "Isn’t this proof in itself that you’re always competing with your brother? You want him to do well, but you don’t want him to do better than you."
Wen Mu frowned slightly, this woman’s words were really sharp.
"I an, if."
"There’s no ’if’." Song Yi interrupted Wen Mu decisively and assertively: "Even if there is, Tang Si won’t let leave you unaided; he just wants to feel comfortable, however I see fit."
Her eyes were full of clarity, showcasing her confidence in those words.
If it were anyone else, no one would have the confidence for soone to literally give up their life for them.
Song Yi’s confidence ca from Tang Si’s indulgence.
He demonstrated with action that his life was hers.
Wen Mu frowned slightly while listening, and Song Yi continued, "If you want to repay, I’ll choose to save you, and then find a way to save him."
"If I can’t save him, then I’ll die with him."
The woman spoke each word with extraordinary conviction: "If he kills, I’ll hand him the knife and bury the body."
"If he saves, I’ll give my all to assist him."
"If he’s black, I’m black; if he’s white, I’m white."
Song Yi expressed her position and attitude exceptionally clearly and firmly.
No matter if you’re my lifesaver, I won’t put you before Tang Si.
All matters need to be separated.
Wen Mu frowned slightly and composed his expression.
"Ha..." He chuckled slightly: "Perhaps my question was a little off, making you feel uncomfortable, my apologies."
Song Yi listened and slightly frowned, thinking that the words sounded insincere.
She lowered her head and took a business card from her bag and handed it to him.
"Here is my assistant’s phone number. If you encounter any difficulty, you can call him. I will inform him; I can give you the money for dicine anyti."
"But if it’s anything else, I’ll try my best to help."
Wen Mu glanced at the card but didn’t reach out to take it.
He rely smiled and said, "Well, I actually need your help with sothing right now."
Song Yi originally planned to leave; Tang Si had just asked if she had ti to go out, and she hadn’t replied yet.
Because of his words, she slightly paused, "What?"
"My assistant had to go back to the company for sothing, and there’s a docunt of mine at the downstairs reception. Could you help fetch it? I need to work on it."
Song Yi: "Just have the receptionist deliver it."
Wen Mu shook his head: "Let’s not trouble the busy receptionist; you can bring it up, and then I have a few words to discuss with you."
"That docunt is actually a contract, and I want to collaborate with you. We can talk a bit about the models we saw at the studio last ti."
"I saw you signed two; I want those two models too," Wen Mu spoke in a mild tone: "But since you’ve signed them, I won’t take them away. I just want to collaborate and borrow your models, can I?"
Before Song Yi could respond, Wen Mu added, "This kind of goodwill, you wouldn’t refuse, would you?"
Song Yi slightly frowned; he had already made the request, and clearly identified himself, leaving her with no reason to refuse.
As he had just ntioned, if she could help him with anything, she would try her best.
Song Yi thought for a mont: "Even repaying kindness has its limits, and can’t be endless. I’ll agree to two conditions; this is the first one."
"As for the second one, you should think it over carefully."
With that, the woman turned and headed to the reception.
Wen Mu watched her back with a slight smile, picked up a newspaper, and looked at it indifferently.
Song Yi is really interesting, more interesting than any woman he has t before.
This woman has a peculiar intelligence; her mind is exceptionally clever, strong when she needs to be, and absolutely ruthless when decisive.
...
Song Yi quickly returned with the docunt from the reception.
"Alright, I know, have them co up," Song Yi said, arriving at the door just as Wen Mu was hanging up a phone call.
Song Yi: "Guests?"
"If you have guests, then I won’t disturb you."
Wen Mu: "It’s alright, they probably won’t co up for a while. You hand the docunt first, and we can talk properly."
Song Yi thought it over and felt that being at the hospital was fine.
She eventually handed over the docunt.
...
On the other side.
Tang Si finished his breakfast, sat on the sofa holding his phone, and browsed through Song Yi’s social dia monts.
His brows and eyes always carried a gentle smile.
Browsing through her monts occasionally was quite interesting; life is full of vitality everywhere.
The TV in the living room was on, tuned to the financial channel.
Tang Si thought she might not have gotten up at this hour, so he quietly waited for her ssage.
Then he thought, why not just go straight to her apartnt downstairs?
In the end, he decided not to; disturbing her at ho when she’s unprepared isn’t appropriate.
So he chose to stay at ho.
"We are very fortunate to have interviewed the second son of the Wen family, Wen Mu, who will talk to us about the recent economic situation."
"However, our Mr. Wen was recently injured and is staying in the hospital, so we can only interview him there."
Suddenly, the voice of a reporter ca from the television.
These words caught his attention, and Tang Si slightly raised his eyes to look at the TV.
The cara moved from the corridor outside to the ward.
The familiar figure that ca into view made Tang Si frown.
Song Yi?
Why is she in Wen Mu’s ward, and how did Wen Mu get injured?
Wen Mu was injured, but how did Song Yi know?
Originally in conversation with the man, Song Yi suddenly glanced at Wen Mu as the reporters with caras entered.
Wen Mu’s expression didn’t change much, but he glanced apologetically at Song Yi.
As if indicating that he didn’t know they would co up so quickly.
Song Yi’s face showed a faint, formulaic smile, polite yet detached.
Wen Mu: "Sorry, let introduce, this is Song Yi, the daughter of the Song family and CEO of Night Entertainnt."
"She’s here discussing collaboration." Wen Mu said: "Please wait a few minutes, if you would."
Wen Mu’s words essentially announced to the audience that they were about to collaborate.
Song Yi couldn’t back out even if she wanted to.
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