I Married My Heartless Ex-Wife’s Black Lotus Sister - Chapter 64

Today, representatives from the Ministry of Culture came again.

After both parties signed the contract on-site, it officially marked the beginning of their collaboration.

Zheng Yili glanced at the list provided by the other party before casually handing it over to his secretary, who then relayed Zheng Yili’s instructions down the chain of command.

Once everything was properly settled, the other party visibly relaxed. Zheng Yili politely extended an invitation, “If you have time this evening, perhaps we could sit down for a meal together?”

“No, no,” the other party quickly declined with a shake of his head. “I have to report back immediately.”

“Next time, President Zheng,” the man said with a chuckle. “I know you’re busy with work, so I won’t take up any more of your time today.”

Zheng Yili smiled. “Very well, let me see you out.”

After seeing them off, Zheng Yili looked at the neatly arranged contracts on the table and felt somewhat reassured. With official backing, Xing Yue could no longer be easily shaken.

As the related news was released, Xing Yue once again entered the public eye.

Everyone was astonished, marveling at how Xing Yue always managed to pull off major moves quietly. After its last explosive rise to fame, Xing Yue had quickly faded from the spotlight, vanishing like a fleeting bloom, with no further news.

Most people hadn’t paid much attention or bothered to investigate the truth—until today, when it forcefully re-emerged into public view.

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves. With Xing Yue’s resurgence, many people followed the trend and revisited the company’s works. The software developed by Ding Rui nearly collapsed under the massive daily traffic.

Song Yanqing, who had been away at a meeting, had no choice but to temporarily set aside her current tasks and swiftly arrange for technical staff to salvage the situation.

Fortunately, the highly skilled technicians Ding Rui had hired at great expense were formidable. With timely intervention, Ding Rui perfectly weathered this unprecedented surge of fortune.

Looking at the number of users and the recharge amounts in the backend, Song Yanqing’s previously cold and stern expression—chilled from the meeting—instantly melted away, returning to her usual gentle and approachable demeanor.

Those in the meeting room subtly let out a collective sigh of relief.

If Xing Yue hadn’t stepped in at the right time, they might have lost their jobs today.

That Song Qi’an was truly something—even in her current state, she still had the energy to stir up trouble. And she was Song Yanqing’s own sister! Why on earth would she defect to Tianyu, Ding Rui’s rival company?

Wasn’t this blatantly opposing Song Yanqing?

Because of the feud between these two sisters, the management had been nearly driven to despair lately.

But thankfully, Song Yanqing wasn’t the indecisive or soft-hearted type. Since Song Qi’an had thrown her lot in with Tianyu, the solution was simple: strike directly at Tianyu.

Once Tianyu ceased to exist, it wouldn’t matter whether it was Song Qi’an or Zhao Qi’an—neither would be able to cause any further waves.

The boss of Tianyu must have been out of his mind. What kind of person did he think Song Yanqing was? Had he never heard even a whisper about her temperament?

Song Yanqing might appear gentle and approachable on the surface, but once her bottom line was crossed, she became utterly ruthless—killing without blinking, drawing bl00d without hesitation.

Many were deceived by Song Yanqing’s innocent facade. Only those close to her, her trusted confidants, could catch a glimpse of her true nature.

Precisely because of this, they dared not slack off in their daily duties, let alone defy Song Yanqing’s wishes.

Song Yanqing shifted her attention back and turned her gaze to those seated below. “Continue.”

Hearing this, everyone present immediately snapped to full attention, resuming their reports and discussions from where they’d been interrupted. Tianyu Entertainment was truly digging its own grave. Barring any surprises, this veteran company that had stood firm in the entertainment industry for fifty years would likely soon cease to exist.

Song Qi’an now had no other options left—Tianyu was the only card she could play at this point.

She felt immensely grateful that she’d extended an olive branch to Tianyu when she still had influence, securing herself a position there. Otherwise, she’d probably be a down-and-out nobody by now, easy prey for anyone.

After reading the news on her phone, Song Qi’an promptly closed the displeasing article with a tap.

Song Yanqing had moved remarkably fast—not only successfully winning Zheng Yili’s affection but also forging a partnership that intertwined their careers, making it impossible for Zheng Yili to leave.

Even if she eventually managed to separate them, their connection would remain, impossible to sever completely.

Song Qi’an couldn’t help but chuckle. Her dear sister had always been outstanding, so capable that it inspired admiration. But Song Qi’an firmly believed that no one was perfect—everyone made mistakes, herself included.

She knew Lin Xiaoxiao had passed away, but the circumstances were far too suspicious. Song Qi’an had already dispatched people to investigate.

It would be best if this matter had nothing to do with her dear sister—otherwise, victory would fall right into her lap.

Zheng Yili’s current devotion to Song Yanqing was simply because she didn’t know the truth. Once evidence was uncovered and presented to her, she would surely grow to resent Song Yanqing.

Song Qi’an knew Zheng Yili hated being deceived most of all, especially by someone closest to her.

So as long as she could catch Song Yanqing’s misstep, victory was assured.

And Song Yanqing would be out of the game.

The image of her triumphant future, with the beauty by her side, brought a rare, genuine smile to Song Qi’an’s pale and gloomy face.

Zheng Yili and Song Lin kept close tabs on An Xian’s movements.

In addition to the police surveillance, Zheng Yili had hired a detective to tail An Xian, hoping to uncover anything unusual. But they’d underestimated An Xian’s intelligence and vigilance—since her release, she’d been living normally, leaving no openings to exploit.

Zheng Yili was growing impatient when, fortunately, Song Yanqing returned from her business trip. “Would you accompany me to see Shen Yun tomorrow?” she asked.

Of course, Zheng Yili agreed without hesitation.

Noticing Song Yanqing looked tired, she dutifully massaged her shoulders. “Have you been working late these past couple of days? You look even more worn out.”

“Mmm.” Song Yanqing didn’t mention Song Qi’an, simply replying, “It’s just been busy lately. It’ll pass soon.”

Everything was entering its final stages. Song Yanqing only needed to endure a little longer to achieve her desired outcome.

Thinking of this, Song Yanqing held Zheng Yili’s hand that was lightly tapping her shoulder and smiled, saying, “Stop fussing. Let’s go to bed early tonight.”

Her eyes shimmered with emotion. “I missed you.”

“No way.” Zheng Yili’s cheeks flushed slightly as she firmly stopped the other’s actions with rational resolve. “Several of your test results still haven’t come back yet. You’re not allowed to overexert yourself anymore.”

“I was perfectly fine the past two or three years. What’s the harm in just this once—”

Without waiting for Zheng Yili’s consent, she effortlessly scooped her up with one arm. “The hotel bed the past few days was so hard, and the air conditioning was freezing. Compared to home, it’s like heaven and earth.”

“I wish I never had to go on business trips again.” After setting Zheng Yili down, Song Yanqing slowly undressed her, fingers trailing gently. “That way, I could stay with you forever.”

Zheng Yili wanted to refuse, but Song Yanqing’s lips were too soft, and in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to resist.

Under the warm canopy, in the fleeting moments of the night, Zheng Yili was left breathless and drenched in sweat before finally collapsing onto Song Yanqing in satisfaction. Their smooth skin pressed tightly together, each able to hear the other’s slightly ragged breathing and the strong, steady rhythm of their heartbeats.

Truthfully, Zheng Yili had always harbored doubts about Song Yanqing’s physical strength and health.

Though Song Yanqing appeared delicate—as if a gust of wind could knock her over—she was surprisingly strong. Whether it was carrying her around or in moments like these…

She never failed to leave Zheng Yili thoroughly satisfied.

So what exactly were those medicine wrappers she had seen in Song Yanqing’s study that day?

No matter how much time passed, Zheng Yili couldn’t uncover the truth. She was worried, curious, and afraid—terrified of learning an answer she didn’t want to hear.

Lowering her lashes, she gazed at Song Yanqing for a long while, but in the end, she couldn’t muster the courage to ask.

What if it was something terrible?

If that were the case, Zheng Yili would rather she had never discovered it at all.

The next morning, Zheng Yili woke up on time, freshened up, and accompanied Song Yanqing to meet Shen Yun.

The moment Shen Yun saw Song Yanqing, she became visibly agitated, rushing forward as if to grab her. “Didn’t you promise me you’d let Qi’an go? Why are you going back on your word?!”

“How can you live with yourself after this?!”

Song Yanqing remained unperturbed, sitting down leisurely. “You’re too naive, Aunt Shen.” A faint smile surfaced on her lips. “Besides, wasn’t it you who taught me all this?”

“Double-dealing, sweet words hiding daggers—if we’re comparing, I’m not even a tenth as skilled as you.”

“You—!” Shen Yun was seething, but having already turned herself in and confessed, she was powerless to step in and defend Song Qi’an now. She could only curse her own naivety for believing Song Yanqing’s lies so easily.

Filled with resentment yet unable to do anything, Shen Yun could only demand, “Why? Tell me why!”

“Before, you were always patient with Qi’an, even indulgent toward her. I refuse to believe you’d suddenly change your mind for no reason—” Her voice abruptly cut off as if struck by a realization. Her eyes widened, lips trembling as she spoke again, “Is it because of Zheng Yili?”

“Is it because of her that you ultimately chose to disregard Qi’an’s reputation?”

Song Yanqing didn’t deny it: “Yes.”

She raised her head, admitting it frankly with a smile still on her face.

Yet her smile never reached her eyes, making it somewhat chilling to behold: “When she came to snatch Yili from me, she should have realized we’d become enemies, shouldn’t she?”

“I could let her have anything in our family, except Yili.”

“That’s my bottom line.”