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

Zhao Wan'er's mouth dropped open; she hadn't expected Song Qingci to be so tolerant of Jiang Jinhuan.

Of course, this isn't the first or second time they've joked with each other; there have been even more outrageous jokes, and this one is most likely a joke too!

Although she really wanted to take it seriously.

"I think that before you sever ties with Bai Zifeng, your partner doesn't want to have much contact with you. Don't force it, lest you cause resentment. After all, your marriage was just a calculation of interests!"

Song Qingci bit her lip, saying with a hint of grievance, "He hasn't seen me in so long!"

"What's wrong? Missing men?"

Song Qingci blushed, but did not deny it.

Once she tasted the sweetness, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since she broke through that barrier with Jiang Jinhuan, she had been thinking about it every day, to the point of madness. Unfortunately, because of Bai Zifeng, Jiang Jinhuan hadn't come to see her since he left before the New Year!

Zhao Wan'er smiled and said, "Are you still lacking a man?"

"Get lost! I belong only to my Jin Huan. Besides, I have absolutely no feelings for other men now. In fact, I feel disgusted if I get close to other men!"

Only my Jin-Hwan can make me feel something; I'm even content just breathing in his scent!

Zhao Wan'er was somewhat surprised to hear this. Wasn't this the same as her?

When she was with Jiang Jinhuan, sometimes he didn't need to do anything; just holding her in his arms would make her legs go weak and she couldn't walk.

Perhaps no one felt this more deeply than she did.

Song Qingci continued, "As for the Bai family, I need to make some preparations. To quell external threats, we must first secure internal stability. I need to clean up the Song family!"

Zhao Wan'er was startled. Seeing the fleeting coldness in Song Qingci's eyes, she realized that the Song family was probably about to experience a major upheaval!

……

The personnel adjustment notice was issued in the second week.

The first person to be passive was Song Zhiming, Song Guoping's nephew, who had worked as the deputy manager of the purchasing department for three years.

The adjustment notice stated: "Due to business adjustments, Comrade Song Zhiming has been transferred to the Warehouse Management Department as a Senior Specialist."

From deputy manager to specialist, it's a demotion in name only; the salary remains the same, but the real power is almost gone.

Song Zhiming was drinking tea when he received the notification and almost dropped the cup.

There's not much profit to be made in warehousing, so who would want to work in a place like that!

He rushed to Song Qingci's office door, intending to argue, but was stopped by the secretary: "President Song is in a meeting. You can make an appointment if you need to."

On the third visit, the secretary said that General Manager Song was away on a business trip.

On his fourth visit, Song Zhiming's access card had expired.

Song Zhiming was pale and wanted others to plead for him.

However, this transfer was for work purposes, and no one could find an excuse.

Next came the second, the third, and the fourth.

One person is transferred every week, sometimes only one person is moved every two weeks. The reasons given each time are always high-sounding, such as "optimizing the organizational structure", "strengthening front-line management", and "rotating to cultivate versatile talents".

No one can produce any evidence of "unreasonable transfer".

Song Guoping was the third to be passive.

His position is Director of Project Development, a position he has held for several years, and he controls several important cooperation channels.

Song Qingci was quite polite to him, and even poured him a cup of tea during their conversation: "Uncle Guoqiang, the company plans to merge the Project Development Department and the Strategic Investment Department, and the head of the new department will be brought in from outside."

"You're getting on in years, so I'd like you to join the supervisory board as a supervisor. It'll be easier for you, and your salary will remain the same."

Song Guoping held the teacup, his hand trembling slightly.

Song Guoping's expression changed for a moment, his hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, and then he put the cup down.

"Qingci," he chuckled, his tone carrying a gentle, elder-like quality, but one could easily detect the barely suppressed anger within him, "are you planning to sideline me?"

Song Qingci leaned back in her chair, looking at him with an indifferent expression, her face showing no change whatsoever: "Uncle Guoqiang, you're being too polite. The Supervisory Board is an important department; the elders of the Song family are all there. Your words carry weight."

Song Guoping shook his head, his smile fading slightly. "I've worked in the project development department for seven years, and I single-handedly built several major distribution channels. If I'm transferred now, will the new people be able to handle it?"

"Whether or not we can handle it is the company's business," Song Qingci said gently, even with a hint of consideration. "Uncle Guoqiang, you're getting on in years, don't overwork yourself. The supervisory board is a bit more relaxed; you can enjoy your retirement."

Song Guoping was silent for a few seconds, then leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "Qingci, I know you are capable."

But the Song family isn't under your control alone. If we all really unite, you can't control us all by yourself.

Song Qingci looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it made Song Guoping's heart tighten for no reason.

"Uncle Guoqiang is right, the Song family is indeed not under my sole control."

Song Qingci picked up the documents on the table and flipped through them. As if mentioning it casually, she said, "By the way, I remember you were in charge of that project in the south two years ago, right?"

The supplier we signed with seemed to be charging almost 30% more than the market price, which raised some questions from the audit team, but I had them downplayed.

Song Guoping's body stiffened slightly.

The anger on his face froze instantly, vanished, and was replaced by fear!

He looked at Song Qingci as if he had seen some terrifying monster!

Song Qingci turned another page, her tone as calm as if she were reporting a report: "And there's that old city renovation project from last year. The accounts for the demolition compensation seem to be a bit off. The audit team has asked me about it several times, but I've suppressed it."

"There are more than just one or two projects like this; I've kept detailed records of every single one, every single account!"

She looked up at Song Guoping, a cold smile in her eyes: "Uncle Guoqiang, do you think your position on the supervisory board is secure?"

Her fingers tapped lightly on the report on the table.

In Song Guoping's eyes, that wasn't a report; it was a death warrant, a death warrant that could send him to jail for life!

This is a threat, a blatant threat.

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Song Guoping's hands rested on his knees, his fingertips slightly white.

He stared into Song Qingci's eyes for several seconds, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

His face was ashen, like someone who had been dead for days!

He thought nobody knew about those projects, those accounts, those numbers.

He didn't think he had gone too far; he had just taken a little bit on a whim. Each amount was small, but in total, it was enough to put him in jail for life.

He thought that Song Qingci had never sorted out these old scores, after all, he thought he had done it fairly discreetly.

But little did they know that she had already possessed this evidence, but had simply not touched it.