To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

"Sit down," Song Qingci said, her tone unusually gentle.

Jiang Jinhuan sat opposite Song Qingci.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from Song Qingci, Jiang Jinhuan's breathing quickened. He felt as if he had smelled this scent in a dream, in that enchanting dream.

But how could that be?

Song Qingci stopped what she was doing and looked at Jiang Jinhuan: "You need money? How much?"

Jiang Jinhuan snapped out of his daze and said somewhat awkwardly, "President, I'm borrowing money this time because I've identified a promising project with good future prospects and want to invest, but I'm short one million, so I..."

Jiang Jinhuan spoke somewhat haltingly, unsure whether Song Qingci would lend it to him.

Although he is Song Qingci's assistant, this request seems excessive.

"Investment?" Song Qingci asked, puzzled.

Jiang Jinhuan immediately pulled out a printout of Lu Ming's business plan.

He placed the documents on the table and pushed them in front of her.

"Mr. Song, which company's information is this? Please take a look."

Song Qingci picked up the document and turned to the first page.

Her gaze swept down from the first line, turning the pages slowly, as if carefully considering each word.

The office was quiet, with only the rustling of papers turning and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Jiang Jinhuan's gaze unconsciously fell on Song Qingci's face.

Sunlight shone from behind her, outlining her silhouette with a soft golden edge.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes when they were lowered.

Her fingers were long and slender, white, and she held the edge of the paper, her knuckles gleaming with a faint pinkish sheen.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, gazing out the window.

After Song Qingci finished reading the last document, she looked up at Jiang Jinhuan.

"Do you think this company is a good fit?"

Jiang Jinhuan said, "That's right. This company's ideas are very much in line with the current development situation and my predictions. I personally believe that this industry will definitely be a key development direction in the future!"

Jiang Jinhuan said very seriously, "Of course, this is just my personal judgment. I want to say that I won't spend this money recklessly."

Song Qingci leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Five million," she suddenly said.

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Song Qingci said, "I'll give you five million. The condition is that you become the largest shareholder of that company, holding 50% or more of the shares."

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, not expecting Song Qingci to make such a request.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll discuss this with Lu Ming. But don't worry, President, I will definitely repay you!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingci's eyes held a hint of resentment as she murmured, "Who asked you to pay me back?"

"Huh? What did the president say?" Jiang Jinhuan didn't hear Song Qingci's murmur clearly.

Song Qingci snapped out of her daze and said, "Well, you can pay me back slowly. Just consider it a loan from me, and I won't charge interest."

"President Song, this—"

"Don't be so quick to refuse," Song Qingci interrupted him.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands crossed on the table. "I trust your judgment. So far, your judgment has not been wrong."

Since you say this company is worth investing in, I believe in its development prospects.

But I don't trust the founder; I trust you. Therefore, if you want to invest, you must become the largest shareholder.

Jiang Jinhuan narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Okay! If this money is an investment, I will give you a return; if it's a loan, I will repay it within the next three years, including interest!"

Seeing the unyielding look in Jiang Jinhuan's eyes, Song Qingci said helplessly, "Whatever you say!"

Jiang Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, President. I'll be going now!"

Song Qingci was taken aback and reached out her hand to try to stop him.

But Jiang Jinhuan had already opened the door and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Song Qingci pouted, her tone almost coquettish: "You blockhead, can't you understand what I mean? What's mine is yours, isn't it? Why are you going to pay me back my money? You're driving me crazy!"

At that moment, Xu Zifeng came to Song Qingci's office to ask her out.

At this moment, Jiang Jinhuan's face turned somewhat gloomy as he came out of the office.

At the last banquet, Song Qingci actually saw this guy off, which made him very unhappy.

He was initially thought to be an insignificant character, but now he feels a sense of crisis.

He had sensed from the beginning that Song Qingci treated Jiang Jinhuan differently.

He had been pursuing Song Qingci for some time and was constantly monitoring her movements.

He had never seen Song Qingci allow a man to be her assistant.

That's why he went to the mall that day, intending to confirm something, but unexpectedly ended up watching a movie with Song Qingci.

He felt that Song Qingci didn't dislike him that much, so his dormant heart was revived.

Xu Zifeng felt very unhappy when he saw Jiang Jinhuan walking out of Song Qingci's office.

Jiang Jinhuan returned to his office.

Xu Zifeng emerged from around the corner, straightened his suit collar, put on a perfectly timed smile, walked to the door of the president's office, and knocked.

"Come in," Song Qingci's melodious voice, tinged with a seductive quality, rang out.

Upon hearing Song Qingci's voice, Xu Zifeng felt as if his bones had become lighter.

Xu Zifeng pushed the door open and went in.

Song Qingci was sitting behind her desk, holding a pen in her hand, with a folder open in front of her.

She looked up and saw that it was Xu Zifeng, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Why are you here?" The voice was now cold and indifferent.

Xu Zifeng's smile remained unchanged as he sat down in the chair Jiang Jinhuan had just been sitting in, leaning slightly forward.

He took out a bouquet of roses from behind him and placed it on Song Qingci's table.

"Qingci, are you free tonight? A new movie just came out, and the reviews are pretty good. I'd like to invite you to see it."

Song Qingci lowered her head and continued reading the documents without looking up: "I'm busy."

Xu Zifeng's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "What about tomorrow? You don't have any plans for tomorrow night, right?"

"Xu Zifeng." Song Qingci put down his pen.

She looked up, her eyes devoid of warmth. "I've already told you, don't ask me out again. I'm not interested in movies, and I'm not interested in you either."

Xu Zifeng's fingers clenched tightly on his knees.

His face still held a smile, but that smile had become stiff, like a mask that had been pasted crookedly.

"Qingci, is it because of Jiang Jinhuan?"

Song Qingci frowned: "What does this have to do with him?"

"Qingci, is it something you—"

Although Xu Zifeng didn't finish speaking, his meaning was very clear.

"Xu Zifeng," Song Qingci interrupted him, her voice turning cold, "My attitude towards Jin Huan seems to be none of your business!"