Abandoned on a stormy night, I divorced and remarried into a wealthy family.

The reprimand was minor, but there were some questions Wu Haoqi couldn't answer.

The collaboration between Baishi Technology and Haoqi Auto Repair may have to wait and see.

He looked at Wu Haoqi's humble and dazed appearance, as if he had been scolded into a stupor.

Finally, Gu Huizhou waved his hand to announce the end.

Wu Haoqi took the documents and left the meeting room. He returned to the break room, plopped down in a chair, and took several deep breaths.

He was both scared and angry. The problems that were brought up were just minor mistakes. Gu Huizhou was deliberately picking on him.

But he was a nobody, so what could he say? He could only grit his teeth and bear it, reluctantly leaving Bai's Technology.

Little did he know that from the moment he left Baishi Technology, a car had been following him.

During lunch break, news about Wu Haoqi reached Gu Huizhou.

Wu Haoqi went directly to the troupe's old residence.

"He's stayed there these past few days and hasn't gone back to the Wu family."

Gu Huizhou fiddled with the ring on his index finger, his eyes half-closed, his voice laced with lazy teasing: "Didn't go home?"

Yue Heng nodded, "Yeah, she didn't reply. Dr. Song is determined to divorce Wu Haoqi, and he's running away."

After listening, Gu Huizhou raised his half-closed eyes and a sneer appeared on his lips.

.....

In the afternoon, when Song Qintang went to the dean's office to report on the experimental data of the new drug, she saw Gu Huizhou in the office.

The moment she entered, his sharp eyes looked up and met hers.

Seeing this, Song Qintang felt a pang of anxiety and quickly lowered her head.

He sat quietly in the main seat, while Dean Zhang poured him tea from the seat opposite him, his posture humble and respectful, his voice full of reverence.

Dean Zhang, who used to be stern and unsmiling in Song Qintang's eyes, has now lost his former authority.

But that's normal; there are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your reach.

She thought she had come at the wrong time and was about to leave quietly, but Dean Zhang called out to her with a smile, "Dr. Song is here, come in quickly."

She then turned to Gu Huizhou with feigned concern: "Chairman Gu, this is Dr. Song, the chief researcher in charge of MBR desensitization formulations."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Qintang, stood up and introduced her, "This is Chairman Gu, the chief investor of this desensitization preparation."

"Mr. Gu cares deeply about patients and has contributed human and financial resources to the desensitization of rhinitis. On behalf of patients across the country, I would like to express my sincere gratitude."

Dean Zhang, as expected of a seasoned veteran, sang a string of eloquent words, leaving Song Qintang speechless.

He took the data report from Song Qintang and unfolded it directly in front of Gu Huizhou. "Chairman Gu, please take a look!"

Gu Huizhou glanced at it indifferently, then picked up his teacup and drank some tea.

Despite the subtle movement, Zhang Yuanzi noticed it and immediately smiled and waved to Song Qintang, "Dr. Song, please sit down. You need to explain this professional field to us in person."

Song Qintang nodded in agreement and gave a detailed account of the new clinical data and breakthroughs from the past few months.

Gu Huizhou did not speak, but Dean Zhang appropriately raised a few simple questions for Song Qintang to answer.

Song Qintang frequently gives these kinds of routine reports, and she has also presented them to the main investors in formal conference rooms with the materials.

But now, facing Gu Huizhou, she couldn't help feeling nervous.

Fortunately, there wasn't much data, and Gu Huizhou remained silent.

After finishing her report, Song Qintang stood up respectfully and said, "Chairman Gu, Dean Zhang, please continue with your work. I'll be leaving now."

After that, Gu Huizhou, who had been silent until now, stood up, glanced at his watch, and said, "It's almost time. I have a meeting later."

Dean Zhang stood up and said solicitously, "Then let me see you off..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Gu Huizhou's indifferent gaze and the second half of her sentence, "I'll see you downstairs," came to an abrupt end.

After saying goodbye one after the other, Dean Zhang seemed to understand something: how could a small report have prompted Chairman Gu to come in person?

Perhaps I'm just getting old and can't understand young people anymore.

He shut his mouth, forcing a smile, then heard Gu Huizhou's voice, now habitually cold and stern, say, "Also, have Dr. Song send me a copy of the materials from her side next time!"

He replied obsequiously, "It was my oversight. Chairman Gu is very busy. From now on, we'll have Dr. Song report the progress to you."

After saying that, he glanced at Gu Huizhou, but didn't move. He then said, "Dr. Song, could you see Chairman Gu out?"

Finally, after saying that, Gu Huizhou started to move.

These words stunned Song Qintang.

How could a junior doctor like her bypass the level of management and get promoted to the top investor?

Dean Zhang had spoken, and she had no room to refuse.

Song Qintang forced a smile and gestured for them to proceed.

Gu Huizhou walked ahead, and after entering the elevator, it was just the two of them. In the quiet space, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

Gu Huizhou looked at Song Qintang's expression through the mirror. She lowered her eyes and dared not look at him, standing obediently like a primary school student.

The faint, almost imperceptible fragrance at the tip of his nose made Gu Huizhou restless.

"The person who harmed you has been kicked out of the Wu family?"

"Mm." Song Qintang nodded, and the air fell silent.

Song Qintang felt she should say something more, so she said gratefully, "Last time, thanks to Chairman Gu's help, things didn't go so smoothly."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and waited for his reply.

She thought Gu Huizhou would be aloof and wouldn't pay attention to her flattery.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him suddenly turned around, a beam of black light pressing down from above. He said, "So, Dr. Song, how do you plan to thank me?"

Song Qintang: "?"

Song Qintang was stunned. Gu Huizhou had helped her so many times; it couldn't be repaid with just a thank you.

But she really had neither money nor manpower.

She thought for a few seconds, clenched the materials in her hand, and muttered softly, "I will definitely work hard and complete the MBR research as soon as possible to repay Chairman Gu's expectations."

Song Qintang felt that this was the only thing she could do, and MBR had already invested 6 million yuan in the early stages.

All she can do is try to overcome the problem of allergic rhinitis being incurable as soon as possible.

To ensure that Gu Huizhou's investment does not go down the drain.

Gu Huizhou gave Song Qintang a deep look at her submissive expression.

This slow-witted brain, after all these years, seems to still not have grown up.

He suddenly wanted to know what the lively and cheerful person in front of her had gone through in the Wu family, and how much she had suffered to become so timid and submissive.

Even when he called her a "spineless coward" last time, she didn't say a word.

Even someone with such a gentle nature was forced to initiate a divorce.

You can imagine how badly she was doing.

Even when she was having a hard time, she refused to ask him for help.

Gu Huizhou pressed closer inch by inch, watching her flustered and nervous expression, and the wound in his heart slowly opened and tore open.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "This is your job!"

Her hand tightened around the documents; at that moment, she felt extremely embarrassed.

The only thing she can do now is nothing in Gu Huizhou's eyes.

She tried to calm herself down and confessed with a guilty expression, "Besides this, I have nothing else to repay Chairman Gu with."

"Or Chairman Gu can make a request..."