Although she had married into the Fu family, this did not mean that she could rest assured and be her mistress.
Even if she stayed in the Fu family every day, she might not gain much. So she needed a job.
The Song Family had a clothing factory, and although the benefits of that factory weren't good, she had always cared about it. Song Weizheng and He Wanping said that she didn't contribute anything to the Song Family's matter, so she chose clothing design, hoping that one day she could use the knowledge she had learned to help her family's factory build anew.
However, after four years of college, she had never had the chance to go to the factory. Now that she was married to Fu Yating, it was even more impossible for her to work in the Song Family's factory.
She thought about it for a moment, then decided to organize some of the designs to submit résumés to the clothing companies. It would be great if he could enter a company successfully.
Most of the designs Song Wanqing did were for the Song Family. A few are in the e-mail.
Everything on the Fu Clan's side belonged to Fu Yating. The Song Family didn't give her any decent dowry at all.
The old tutor had some complaints about this. However, they all knew that Song Qinglan was the only daughter in the eyes of the Song family. It was absolutely impossible for her unfavoured daughter to still want to get married to Fu Yanting.
As Song Wanqing walked towards the stairs, she took out her phone to make a call. She met the old man at the stairs.
"Little girl, where are you going?"
"Grandpa, why are you here?"
"If I don't come, who knows what that stinking brat will do to you. "Since he's back, let's take this opportunity to accompany him by his side."
"But …"
Song Wanqing felt awkward.
Of course she understood Old Man Fu's suggestion. However, what she was worried about the most was that Fu Zating hated her even more because of this.
"Grandfather, I rested enough yesterday so I want to walk around. Let Yan Ting have a good rest. We still have a lot of time. "
The Old Man of the Fu Family looked at Song Shiqing with gentle eyes. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "You are a considerate, good child."
Before Song Wanqing could reply, the old man said, "Follow me to the study room."
She glanced at the old man and followed him to the study.
The old man knew her like the back of his hand. He even knew that she studied clothing design, but what made Song Xianqing surprised was that the old man even knew that her Song Family's factory had not been sold off due to its remote location and high selling price.
Listening to the meaning behind the old man's words, Song Wanqing asked in surprise, "Grandfather, you aren't thinking of buying this factory, are you?"
"Why not?" The Old Master said, "Our Fu Clan's underlings originally did clothing design, and you also learned this. However, you still need some time to purchase the factory, and you still have a lot of things to do in the early stages, so Grandfather wants you to study for a year in our workshop. After that, you can accept that factory."
Song Wanqing tried to shirk her responsibility. The Old Master sighed, "You are the wife of my Fu Family. You can't interfere with anyone else. Good child, Grandfather might as well tell you another secret. "
"What secret?"
"Although the current leader of the entire Fu Clan is Yan Ting, only this workshop was created by Yan Ting. He spent most of his time here. This was also the only subsidiary with the Fu Group's headquarters. When you came here to work, you had more chances to work with Yan Ting. Grandfather hopes that you can guarantee it. "
A dim light flashed in Song Wanqing's eyes.
She seemed to understand the old tutor's intentions.
The old man's thoughts were good, but would Fu Yating really listen to him obediently?