Chapter 145: The Father-in-law Said Quite a Bit

Ling Hanyu went upstairs, and Yang Yifan was already talking about that piece of land, his intention being to consider Song Qingtian’s situation—worried that her one-month bet might come to nothing.

“The company’s funds are limited. If we could put some money aside for the young madam to use, perhaps…”

“No way—the company’s cash reserves mustn’t be touched.”

As for offering help, that was Ling Hanyu’s own business.

But if they bypassed the company and made other arrangements…

Ling Hanyu wasn’t considering that for now.

“Yes.”

Yang Yifan knew things wouldn’t go so smoothly either.

They’d just have to take it one step at a time.

When Song Qingtian received the sanitary napkins, she was startled—such a big bag!

After sorting them out, Song Qingtian thanked him.

Ling Hanyu glanced up at Song Qingtian: “As for that piece of land, I don’t have to do anything.”

“No need—you go ahead with your own work.”

Song Qingtian believed that sometimes, all you had to do was try your best; whether you succeeded or not was up to fate—it couldn’t be forced.

Ling Hanyu chuckled: “You sure know how to take things in stride.”

“What else can I do? Birth, aging, sickness, and death are just part of life, and there will always be regrets.”

Ling Hanyu frowned: “What kind of regrets?”

“Nothing.”

Song Qingtian, as Secretary, didn’t really have much to do.

Chitchat was fine, though.

Ling Hanyu waved his hand: “Come over here!”

Song Qingtian stood a little ways off, her eyes staring at him like she was looking at a thug.

Every time Ling Hanyu did that, she felt he was insulting her, treating her like a dog.

So she refused to walk over like that—but she had no choice but to go anyway.

After all, she was under his roof.

Song Qingtian walked over and sat down.

Ling Hanyu asked curiously: “Qin Xiaotian is your benefactor, right? Was there a fifty-thousand-yuan debt of gratitude between you two before?”

Mentioning the fifty thousand made Song Qingtian regretful—she’d let something slip.

“I saved him, and he gave me fifty thousand. I paid him back, hoping he’d help me keep the welfare institution running. That’s it—simple as that.”

She explained clearly.

Ling Hanyu countered: “He took the fifty thousand, but didn’t do anything in return?”

“He wouldn’t accept it, but I still paid him back—maybe he never even got it.”

Ling Hanyu was confused, yet a chill had already crept into his eyes.

If he hadn’t paid the fifty thousand back, accepting it would’ve been like buying his life—then the two of them would’ve been square.

But if he sent it back and it was accepted, yet the welfare institution still wasn’t saved, then he’d still owe a debt of gratitude.

There’d still be ties.

Song Qingtian thought for a moment: “There was another incident before, and I helped him again, but he didn’t repay me either.”

Song Qingtian felt a bit disappointed, and Ling Hanyu furrowed his brow: “Not happy?”

“Disappointed. I heard Qin Xiaotian is a mysterious figure. When I first met him, he was wearing a mask. I thought… masks aren’t something you just take off casually. So I didn’t remove mine, preserving his dignity. And I even saved him…”

As she spoke, Song Qingtian got up to pour herself some water—she was thirsty.

Ling Hanyu leaned back on the big sofa, watching Song Qingtian and listening as she continued.

Song Qingtian sighed, a bit helpless, and took a sip of water: “People like him have high status and standing. I’m sure he’ll repay kindness. I know about the welfare home, so I took the initiative to approach him and told him to give me the lowest price for the land. That way, he wouldn’t have to spend extra to get the land—he’d only pay fifty thousand, as long as he kept the welfare home. Even if it was ‘act first, report later,’ his life is worth a lot, so helping me was only natural.”

“There was another time, too—when the Imperial Night Club had an incident, he was assassinated, and I helped him. I even got hurt myself.”

“You got hurt?”

Ling Hanyu had been listening with great interest, but suddenly his expression darkened. He was unhappy that Song Qingtian had actually gotten hurt for Qin Xiaotian.

“Just a little bit—that’s not the point.”

Song Qingtian was frustrated but had nowhere to vent her anger, so she took the opportunity to explain her relationship with Qin Xiaotian, lest Ling Hanyu start suspecting something.

“So what’s the point?”

Ling Hanyu said coldly.

“The point is, he didn’t help me at all—he handed the whole project over to you, and you developed it, and then he washed his hands of it. If I’d known he was planning to do that, I never would’ve told him the lowest price for the land in the first place.”

“You know a lot of things?”

Ling Hanyu dropped everything else and got straight to the point.

Song Qingtian didn’t hide it: “I know a few things—my father told me.”

“Looks like your father-in-law has said quite a bit.”

Song Qingtian didn’t even notice what Ling Hanyu called Song Haichao; she was just making things clear.

As long as there’s no suspicion, it’s easier to get along.

After all, they share a daughter.

And since the miscarriage, Ling Hanyu has indeed been very good to her.

But Ling Hanyu doesn’t see it that way at all!

End of Chapter 145: The Father-in-law Said Quite a Bit