Chapter 588
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After who knew how long, Song Qingchun felt the warmth from the palm on her back disappear. She frowned and subconsciously moved toward the side of the bed.
The mattress, which was slightly dented, had been smoothed out, and there was still some residual warmth on it.
The frown on her face deepened. In her half-awake state, she continued to search for Su Zhinian, but she still could not find him. Her long lashes fluttered twice before they slowly opened.
The bedroom was quiet. Other than the dim light beside the bed, there was no other source of light.
The curtains two meters away were open, and through the large glass window on the wall, she could see the city of Beijing in the middle of the night.
Song Qingchun sat up slowly, hugging the comforter. Her eyes scanned the large bedroom, but Su Zhinian was nowhere to be seen.
Where is he? Has he left, or …?
Song Qingchun subconsciously looked toward the bedroom door. She pulled the comforter back and got out of bed.
The bedroom floor was covered in a thick carpet, and it was soft and soundless when she stepped on it.
She walked to the bedroom door, and as she was about to place her hand on the doorknob, Song Qingchun could hear the sound of a conversation coming from beyond the red wooden door.
"Mr. Su, I don't quite understand what you mean. Why would you suddenly ask for such a high price for my shares?"
Even though the voice was purposely lowered, Song Qingchun could still tell that it was a middle-aged man's voice.
"CEO Yang, the price I'm offering you is three times the market price. I advise you to sign the papers. I believe you know the reason better than I do." The voice that answered the middle-aged man was one that Song Qingchun could not be more familiar with; it was Su Zhinian's voice. He seemed to have been chatting with the man called CEO Yang for a while. There was an obvious trace of impatience in his tone.
"Mr. Su, my nephew, Yang Zheng, did offend you tonight, but you've already sent him to the hospital. You've already vented your anger. There's no need to kick me out of the Majestic Clubhouse, right? I promise that Yang Zheng will never let such a situation happen again. So, do you think you can reconsider? "
It was the middle-aged man again, and Song Qingchun finally understood what they were talking about.
Yang Zheng is the person who bullied me in the room … and this CEO Yang is my uncle and one of the shareholders of Eldorado … and Su Zhinian is going to kick my uncle out of Eldorado's board of shareholders?
This time, it was not Su Zhinian who replied to CEO Yang but Cheng Qingchong. She used her usual gentle and courteous tone. "I'm sorry, CEO Yang, but please sign this."
Cheng Qingchong paused. Song Qingchun could not see what was happening in the room, but she believed Su Zhinian had given Cheng Qingchong some kind of signal. Cheng Qingchong continued, "CEO Yang, it's not that bad if you sign now, but if you insist on not signing, things might get ugly."
"Mr. Su, are you threatening me?" Before CEO Yang could finish, Su Zhinian said in a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy, "CEO Yang, you've misunderstood me. This is not a threat; it is a threat."
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