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Song Pearl waited until Song Shiting had the IV removed before leaning against the bed and closing her eyes. After she crossed over into Song Pearl's body, she only felt uncomfortable for the first three days; after that, her routine was even more regular than that of an average person for over ten years.
Although Song Shiting told her not to wait, as there was a bell at the head of the bed that she could press for the nurse to come when the IV was done, Song Pearl insisted on waiting until the IV finished before the nurse came to remove it from Song Shiting.
At this time, Song Fei was curled up on the accompanying bed, sleeping soundly.
"You feel at ease as soon as Fei arrives," Song Shiting said with a smile. "Usually, he stares at me with wide eyes while waiting for me to finish. He has had a hard time these past few days; both of you are such understanding kids."
Despite being grown up, Song Shiting still praised her as if she were a child. Song Pearl smiled along and unknowingly fell asleep.
Just as she was dozing off, a noise woke her up. It turned out that a patient had been admitted in the middle of the night. Song Pearl quickly got out of bed to make room for them. The nurse soon made up the new bed, and a patient on oxygen was pushed in and transferred to a hospital bed.
The ward became overcrowded.
Song Shiting asked Song Pearl to rest on the accompanying bed while she moved Song Fei to her own hospital bed. With Song Pearl no longer needing it, she felt restless and wanted to go for a walk, allowing Song Shiting to rest peacefully.
Her daughter had grown up and had her own ideas; Song Shiting did not insist further. After Song Pearl left, she quickly fell asleep again.
Standing at the ward door for a while, Song Pearl looked through the glass window at the end of the corridor and saw that the night sky outside was not dark. She thought maybe it would brighten soon. She wondered if Qing Wenyu had already organized her suggestions.
As she stood in the empty corridor, it grew colder and made her more alert, increasing her worries. Since she had nothing else to do, she suddenly thought about visiting Hongqing Group. This way, she would have a better chance of success if she went in the morning.
She strolled out of the elevator and onto the street; it was very quiet in the early morning. The dim streetlights had gone out at some point, but the decorative lights on nearby buildings still shone brightly.
When Song Pearl arrived at the entrance of Hongqing Group, the main gate was closed, but a side gate was open. Just as she reached the side gate, the dark Nurse Station lit up.
"Miss, you don't belong here, do you?" asked an on-duty personnel member wrapped in a yellow coat with a serious expression.
"I just want to go inside for a moment," Song Pearl replied with a smile, her lips curving upward.
If only she could control others' behavior and consciousness with just a smile, like she used to, without needing to find a medium.
She thought to herself, trying hard to recall how she managed to do it when she was still a fish.
"Then you can go in," the guard said, nodding blankly at the sight of her upturned lips.
Did she succeed? Song Pearl felt uncertain and quickly walked through the door.
Knowing that the elevator was equipped with cameras, she chose not to take it and instead climbed the stairs all the way to the fifth floor.
To her surprise, one of the rooms on the fifth floor had its lights on. She wondered if Qing Wenyu had forgotten to turn it off when leaving or if someone was still inside. As Song Pearl passed by the door, she noticed the nameplate read "Secretary's Office."
This Secretary's Office had a transparent design, with half of its walls made of glass.
Through the glass, she saw someone working at a computer—none other than Qing Wenyu, whose cold demeanor made people reluctant to look directly at him.
He was actually working overtime at this hour? Song Pearl felt curious and wanted to know if he was organizing materials from yesterday afternoon.
However, this person was difficult to deal with; she had already confirmed that her controlling ability had no effect on him.
Since that was the case, all she could do was wait.
Song Pearl glanced around and moved to a corner by the large window bar. She curled up on the thick carpet and draped a nearby curtain over herself; it was quite warm.
After dozing off for a while, when she opened her eyes and intended to stand up and check the situation, she suddenly heard a man's voice, as if he were on a phone call.
"I'll take my mom on a flight today; her illness requires immediate surgery. I've finished my work and will leave it on President Hong's desk. Please help me request leave..."
"You just need to contact the surgeon to arrange everything. I'll go along to take care of my mom. If you go too, she might suspect something; I don't want her to feel pressured..."
"...and regarding the land purchase for Song Family Village that you've been concerned about, I've drafted a construction plan that you can take a look at..."
Song Pearl peeked out from behind the bar and saw Qing Wenyu getting into the elevator, one hand on the phone and the other holding printed documents.
She hurriedly got up and slipped into the Secretary office, moving the mouse next to Qing Wenyu's computer. Sure enough, she found a plan regarding the land purchase project for Golden Mountain Township and Song Family Village.
Although this person seemed somewhat unapproachable, they were quite reliable when it came to work; at least they kept their word.
However, Song Pearl glanced around and did not see the specific clause she had requested: "to retain ownership of Song Shiting's house and Fish Pond."
The document only mentioned that some villagers' land usage could continue until next summer without interfering with the project construction. To stabilize public sentiment, some projects could be contracted during the construction of the Ecological Aquaculture Farm.
This land acquisition plan was quite reasonable, but since it affected her interests, it felt somewhat unreasonable.
Song Pearl gritted her teeth, slipped out of the room, and headed up to the seventh floor via the stairs. It should be almost time for work; she needed to wait for the company's head to arrive.
Regardless of whether this floor used facial recognition or fingerprint identification, she smoothly followed the first office worker who arrived and walked in.
With a smile, Song Pearl quickly inquired about President Hong's office location. She entered without hesitation, sitting at the boss's desk while casually reviewing the materials that Qing Wenyu had brought over.
She picked up a pen on the desk, intending to add a note herself, but after thinking it over, she put it down. It would be better for President Hong to handle this; after all, he was the one in charge, and his handwriting would likely carry more weight.
When President Hong, dressed in a dark wool coat with an imposing demeanor, opened the office door and stepped inside, he found Song Pearl casually leaning over his desk playing games on his computer.
He immediately recognized her as the Yellow-Haired Girl Girl from yesterday afternoon who had interrupted him. Just as he was about to get angry, Song Pearl looked away from the screen with a shy smile and stood up.
"President Hong, hello! I've been waiting for you for quite some time."
Before President Hong could express his anger, it vanished as he felt that this girl before him was an important client he had specifically invited.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long," President Hong said politely.
Song Pearl's smile widened as she made room for President Hong to sit.
"President Hong, have you had a chance to review the purchase plan for the land in Song Family Village?" Qing Yuansheng, a tall man with a beer belly, walked in.
Qing Yuansheng paused when he saw Song Pearl, noticing that President Hong was politely pouring her a glass of water.
Isn't this the naive girl from Song Family Village who came yesterday? What kind of relationship do they have? How can Hong Dong, such an arrogant guy, be so courteous to her?
Chairman Hong, whose name is Hong Dong, seems to have been destined for a position of slightly greater power than Qing Yuansheng. When they partnered together, he invested a bit more money. At that time, they were just business partners and did not hold titles like chairman or general manager.
A few years later, after the two invested in acquiring the failing Machining Factory, they received their titles: Director Hong and Qing Factory Director.
Little did they know that with the rapid economic development, their partnership would grow into a group company over the next decade. Neither of them withdrew their shares or investments; based on their original investments, one became chairman and the other president. Their collaboration over the years had been quite pleasant.
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