Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

When Song Weiwei returned to Jiangcheng, she started looking for a professional CEO non-stop. Besides, Song Yuanzhuo's headhunting company was also helping her find a suitable candidate, but they couldn't find a suitable one for a while.

Because of Li Baihan's funeral, Bailaimei Group was in chaos internally. Song Weiwei had to act as CEO temporarily, and joined forces with the vice president and a group of high-level executives to turn the tide.

Fortunately, when Li Baihan was in the company, he did not monopolize power, and gave a lot of power to the top management. Unlike other family businesses, Bailaimei Group has a part of the shares in the hands of the top management.

I work for myself, so no one wants the Bailaimei Group to go bankrupt.

Everyone worked together, and it took three months to bring Bailaimei Group back on track. Even so, the group's vitality was seriously injured and it was urgent to recover.

One day, Song Weiwei went to work in the company. Uncle Liu drove her off. She sat in the back seat and answered calls from several partners. After hanging up, she leaned back in the chair. Dry tongue.

Uncle Liu glanced at her from the rearview mirror, and said, "Song Song, Aunt Rong has prepared pear soup for you to moisten your throat, and put it in a thermos. You can drink some."

Song Weiwei opened her eyes and opened the thermos. A pear fragrance wafted into her nose. She took a few sips and felt her throat was much more comfortable. She said, "Aunt Rong is too thoughtful."

"You've been busy at both ends recently. Everyone can see it, and it hurts in your heart. Song Song, if you really can't hold on anymore, then find someone to help you. I see that you have lost a lot of weight in the past few months."

Song Weiwei raised her hand and touched her face. She has indeed lost weight, and her chin has become sharp. "It's okay, uncle, I'm young."

"Hey, you can't be willful when you are young, otherwise, what will you do in the future if you keep suffering like this?" Uncle Liu really loves her. Hearing her troubles in dealing with the partners just now, he knows that the big business of Bailaimei Group is really tricky. .

Fortunately, Bailaimei Group has moved to Jiangcheng, and some partners in Jiangcheng still have to look at the Song family's face. Otherwise, Song Weiwei will be a newbie, and the people below will not accept it, and they will fight with these cunning partners. Half of the skin was peeled off.

"It's okay. We are still looking for a professional CEO. My second brother is currently negotiating with the other party. After the negotiation, he will take up the post. At that time, I can also take off the burden." Song Weiwei said.

Uncle Liu nodded, "You must take care of your health, don't burn yourself out, our Song family is not short of this little money."

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, yes, the Song family is not short of money, she doesn't need to work so hard, but it is Li Baihan's foundation, and when he is gone, she also wants to guard it for him, and then hand it over to Chenchen.

Thinking of Li Baihan, it has been three months, but she is still sad, her heart seems to be soaked in pepper water, and thinking of him makes her heart ache.

She turned her head and looked out of the car window. It was snowing in the middle of winter, and the window was completely white. When she opened the car window, snowflakes fell, and she couldn't help stretching her hand out of the window to catch the snowflakes.

The snowflakes fell into the palm of the hand and instantly melted into crystal water droplets.

The cold air poured in, and she shrank her neck from the cold. Just as she was about to withdraw her hands, a low-key and luxurious Maybach drove up beside her. The window was half open, and she subconsciously looked over.

Sitting in the car was a man with a familiar profile.

She blinked her eyes, thinking that she was hallucinating, but the person in front of her eyes did not disappear. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Li..."

The man didn't notice her from the beginning to the end, the window slowly went up, and the Maybach turned right and slowly disappeared in front of his eyes.

Song Weiwei suddenly rushed to the front seat and gestured anxiously to Uncle Liu, "Over there...over there...go over there...he...he's still alive..."

Tears poured out crazily, Song Weiwei was so excited that she couldn't even speak. They had just passed the traffic light and it was impossible to turn right.

Uncle Liu said: "Song Song, don't worry, speak slowly, what did you see?"

Song Weiwei saw that they had already passed the intersection, and the Maybach could no longer be seen. She sat back on the chair, tears streaming down her face, "It's him, he's back, Uncle Liu, he's still alive."

Uncle Liu was afraid that she was under too much pressure from high-intensity work recently, "Who is still alive? Song Song, don't worry."

"He... Li Baihan, he's still alive. I saw him just now, and he was sitting in that car." Song Weiwei broke down in tears. The man never looked over, but just a side face made her very sure, that is Li Baihan.

Although Uncle Liu didn't go to Beicheng, he knew that Mrs. Li had issued an obituary, which was to confirm that Li Baihan was dead. He said, "Is it a mistake, or is it just a resemblance?"

"No!" Song Weiwei said categorically, "I'm not mistaken, it's really him, Uncle Liu, it's really him!"

Uncle Liu looked at Song Weiwei who was almost paranoid in the rearview mirror, worried that she was sick, but he didn't say anything, and said nicely: "Song Song, don't stay up late, rest more, your nerves are too tense now. "

Song Weiwei nestled into the leather seat in frustration, and murmured, "Why don't you believe me, I'm really not mistaken, I really saw him."

"Okay, okay, then I'll find someone to check it later." Uncle Liu said.

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, knowing that Uncle Liu was coaxing her. The person who the search and rescue team failed to salvage three months ago is still alive now. It is impossible.

But she did see him.

Maybe he was gone when the yacht exploded, or maybe he wasn't on the yacht at all.

But if he was still alive, why didn't he show up when the obituary was announced?
Song Weiwei's headache was about to explode, and she couldn't figure out many things, why did Li Baihan go to sea to meet Miao Yiren, and why didn't he show up if he was still alive?

When she came to Bailaimei Group, she walked into the building, and the front desk immediately stood up, "Mr. Song, good morning."

Song Weiwei nodded at her, walked straight into the elevator, took the elevator upstairs, she just got out of the elevator, Shen Qingyuan saw her face, and immediately came up to her, "President Song, you look very bad, are you sick?"

"It's okay." Song Weiwei shook her head, "Did the planning department make the project discussed yesterday?"

"I sent the plan up in the morning, and I'd like to ask you to have a look at it yourself, but you don't look very good, do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?" Shen Qingyuan looked at her worriedly.

"It's okay, just give me the document. This project needs to be discussed at the meeting. After 10 minutes, I will notify the senior management to hold a meeting." Song Weiwei said.

Shen Qingyuan handed the document to her, hesitated for a moment, and she said: "By the way, Gao Fan passed over the information of a professional CEO. You can take a look at it when you have time. It is said that this person is a returnee with excellent ability."

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, I don't worry about the candidate recommended by my second brother, don't read it, just call and ask him to come over."

"it is good."

Song Weiwei turned around and walked into the office. The huge office was empty. She sat wearily on the boss's chair and looked at the heavy snow outside the window. She thought of the person she saw just now.

So similar, even the curvature of her lips was exactly the same, how could she admit her mistake?
She was in a daze for a while, and then remembered that there was a meeting in 10 minutes. She quickly opened the file to read, and after a while, Shen Qingyuan called the internal line and reminded her to go to the meeting.

In the conference room, Song Weiwei was sitting at the top, and a group of people below were arguing about this project. Her head was about to explode, and in the end, the project had to be put on hold temporarily.

Song Weiwei came out of the conference room with a blue face. She waited for the senior management to leave before walking slowly towards the CEO's office. Shen Qingyuan walked over quickly and reached out to support her.

"They are too much. They think they are the veterans of the company, so they make things difficult for you. This project has a profit of more than one billion, but they don't agree. I am really mad." Shen Qingyuan complained softly seeing her ugly face.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "They don't believe in my ability. You haven't gotten used to the bloody storm in the past three months. Today is considered polite. You didn't point your nose and call me a waste."

Shen Qingyuan was obviously very angry, and was amused by her words, "They would not dare to give them ten courages. Whether they accept it or not, you are President Li's legitimate wife, and they have to listen to you."

When mentioning this matter, Song Weiwei's heart ached like being cut by a knife. She really didn't expect that she and Li Baihan were not divorced.

But he didn't mention it at the beginning, was it because he didn't want to use marriage to kidnap her and force her to get back together with him?
Shen Qingyuan saw that she pursed her lips and said nothing, knowing that her mention of Li Baihan made her feel uncomfortable again, so she said: "No matter what, those old foxes have to listen to you now."

"They are right. There are still many imperfections in this project. You call the people from the planning department. I need to have a brief meeting with them. I need to perfect the details before I can convince those old foxes." Song Weiwei road.

She is now feeling like she is crossing the river by feeling the stones. In fact, she is also under a lot of pressure. After all, she did not study finance back then. She took on such a heavy burden. When the shareholders talked, she herself was too embarrassed to sit in this position.

Shen Qingyuan nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Song Weiwei returned to the office. She had worked as Li Baihan's secretary for more than half a year, and she almost knew the operation method and cooperation of Bailaimei Group. When she took over for the first month, she was really troubled by external and internal troubles.

Now that she has survived for three months, and has gradually mastered the business of Bailaimei Group, she is confident that she can survive for another three months.

In the afternoon, the professional CEO recommended by Song Yuanzhuo came to Bailaimei Group. The other party was dressed in Armani haute couture, and he had an American elite style.

The other gentleman shook hands with her, and she motioned for him to sit down. After a few words of conversation, the other party was full of qualifications and felt that he could easily be qualified for the position of CEO.

"Mr. Li, if you were to run Bailaimei Group, what kind of reforms would you carry out?" Song Weiwei asked.

That Mr. Li talked eloquently, first talking about the global economic decline, then the domestic economic situation, and finally the future development direction of the Bailaimei Group. Song Weiwei frowned slightly after listening.

"Do you think our company needs to transform?"

"Yes, many companies are now facing a transformation crisis. The general environment is like this. The death of the previous helm of the Bailaimei Group has affected the company's performance. In my opinion, the group relies too much on the former helm, so I think it should continue. Decentralization, even if there is an accident at the helm, it will not affect the normal operation of the company, and I think they deify Li Bohan too much, he is just a mortal person and will die."

"Get out!" Song Weiwei suddenly ordered to chase away the guests coldly.

Mr. Li looked at her in astonishment, "What did you say?"

Song Weiwei didn't talk to him any more, a person who doesn't respect the founder, what's the use of keeping him, she got up and dialed the internal line, and told Shen Qingyuan, "Call the security guard in."

Mr. Li was almost exasperated, "Why? What did I say wrong, Mr. Song, I am very capable. I am on Wall Street..."

"I don't care how many remarkable success stories you have on Wall Street. In my opinion, you don't even have the minimum respect for founders. Please get out. Our company doesn't need talents like you." Song Weiwei made a speech please gesture.

After a while, Shen Qingyuan came in with the security guards. Mr. Li was hysterical and scolded Song Weiwei for wanting to be the Empress Dowager Cixi, and was finally invited out by the security guards.

Song Weiwei was so angry that her eyes went dark, Shen Qingyuan quickly supported her, her voice faded away in her ears, and finally disappeared, she fell into the darkness completely.

When Song Weiwei woke up again, the faint smell of disinfectant lingered in her nose. Looking at the blindingly white ceiling, she realized that she had entered the hospital.

There was someone beside the bed. She turned her head and met Song Yuheng's eyes. Song Yuheng said softly, "Are you awake? Song Song, you have worked too hard recently, and you have fainted several times. You can't go on like this."

Song Weiwei tried to sit up, but was pushed back on the bed by Song Yuheng, "Don't move around, just lie down."

Song Weiwei took a breath, and when the dizziness in front of her eyes dissipated, she said: "Brother, you didn't tell your parents, I, I'm really fine, it's just because of that guy, you said that the second brother is the one who chooses thousands of times , why is that like that?"

Song Yuheng raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "Are you a doctor or am I a doctor? You are clearly suffering from long-term lack of sleep, coupled with a lot of stress. Song Song, tell me honestly, have you been unable to sleep recently?"

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, avoiding Song Yuheng's harsh gaze, "I didn't..."

"Look at the dark circles under your eyes, you think we won't know if you put on two layers of powder, Song Song, I think you have accepted this fact." Song Yuheng didn't want to say harsh words to her heart poke, but it's clear she needs a thump to get to the bottom of it.

Song Weiwei turned her head away, "Brother, I don't accept it."

"But you are still immersed in grief." Song Yuheng said sharply.

Song Weiwei bit her lips, desperately unable to hold back her tears, "Can't I? Brother, he is my favorite person, I really regret it, why didn't I find out earlier, I actually still love him. "

Song Yuheng said distressedly: "Song Song, tell me, you will feel better if you tell me, let's move forward, don't force yourself anymore, okay?"

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, and said heartbreakingly: "Brother, I really miss him, miss him so much, every time I see Chenchen, I feel sad, Chenchen's eyes look more and more like him .”

Song Yuheng got up and hugged her into his arms, and patted her on the back lightly, "Let's vent out the emotions that are pent up in my heart, brother is with you."