C21

"My body is clear to me. I'm going to the company anyway. "

Mo Chengfeng was helpless against Song Xianqing's stubbornness. Fortunately, her fever had subsided. Besides, he couldn't refuse when he saw Song Wanqing's firm attitude.

"I'll take you. However, you must promise me that if you feel unwell, you must come back to the hospital with me immediately. "

"Thank you!"

Mo Chengfeng drove Song Wanqing to the building that the Fu family was in. Song Wanqing had fainted for a few hours, so it was already afternoon. Fortunately, she had been living a good life in the Fu Family residence these past two days. Otherwise, her body might not have been able to take all this.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Fu Mansion. Just as Song Wanqing was about to get off the car, she saw a familiar figure walking out from the Fu Mansion's main entrance.

Song Qinglan!

Song Wanqing, who was about to get off the car, immediately sat back down.

Song Qing Lan did not leave immediately after coming out. She seemed to be waiting for someone by the door. In a short moment, Fu Yating was seen walking out of the door. Song Qinglan smiled as she took his arm.

On the day of her wedding, Song Qinglan suffered a heart attack. Fu Yating spent the night with Song Qinglan. Yet, Song Qinglan had appeared here today. Song Wanqing couldn't help but wonder if Song Qinglan did it on purpose. She only wanted to lure Fu Zhaoting away so that their wedding wouldn't continue.

"Do you want to follow and take a look?"

Song Qinglan had already boarded Fu Yating's car and left the area. Mo Chengfeng glanced at Song Xianqing, she didn't look too good. His suggestion shrank back.

"Doctor Mo, thank you for sending me here. I'll get out of the car. You can go back. "

"Miss Song, you really don't have to force yourself. Your expression doesn't look good."

"I'm fine. Doctor Mo, you can go back to your business. "

Song Wanqing insisted that Mo Chenfeng had no other choice, so he could only wait for Song Wanqing to get off the car before driving away.

However, he did not hurry back to the hospital. Instead, he parked his car in the Fu family's garage.

He really couldn't be at ease with Song Wanqing. If there were any special circumstances, he would definitely bring her back to the hospital immediately.

Song Wanqing stood at the door and looked at Fu Yating and Song Qinglan who were walking away. Her eyes could not help but turn moist. She clenched her fists and told herself not to think about it at this time. Work was more important. Then she took a deep breath and entered the Fu building.

Entering the building, she went straight to the front desk to ask where the Fu family's clothing studio was located, and then passed the envelope given by the old gramps to the front desk.

The front desk looked at the contents of the envelope and then told Song Shuqing the floor of the clothing studio.

The Fu family's clothing studio was called Ailan. This brand was currently very popular among the ladies in A city, occupying 90% of the market that was customized at the highest end of A city.

The chief designer Elaine had mentioned was called Martin.

Martin became an internationally renowned designer at the age of 18, shining in Milan's International Fashion Week, and is known as the youngest talented Chinese designer.

When they were in school, Song had studied Martin's works. Martin's works were, on the whole, very beautiful. But since he joined her, his gorgeous style has complemented her elegance, which has had an unexpected effect.

It was also because of this that Song Xianqing worshipped Martin.

Soon, the elevator reached the 18th floor. This is where the studio is.

There were five floors above, but those were all senior offices. This studio was the highest ranking department in the company.

Song Wanqing took a deep breath and walked into the studio.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Martin in?"

Although the Old Master had already discussed with Fu Yating and arranged for Song Shiqing to work at the company, Fu ZIng told Song Shiqing to find Martin directly and get him to arrange work for her.

The staff member closest to Song Wanqing glanced at her, "You are?"

"I was introduced by a friend."

Originally, Song Wanqing wanted to say that it was the old man who asked her to come. However, this was still a company, so it was better to keep a low profile. Moreover, this woman was looking at her with a strange gaze that made her feel uncomfortable all over. She could only try her best to lower the feeling of her own existence.

"No matter who introduced you, you have to be interviewed. Mr. Martin's office is over there. You can go by yourself. "

The woman pointed to the largest office in the corner.

Song Wanqing nodded and walked over slowly. She had not gone far when she heard voices behind her.