Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1207: Others Fear the Song Family, But Zhou Hengyang Does Not

Zhou Yan interrupted, “Wenwen, what does Fashion Passion closing down have to do with it getting cold? It’s not just cold, it’s freezing, isn’t it? There was ice all over outside this morning.”

Su Wen: “…”

Upside down!

Wanted to act like an overbearing boss just once, but it turned out not everyone has the ability to be one.

Being domineering is a skill.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Zhou Hengyang asked coldly.

“I came to see Wenwen,” Zhou Yan said with a hint of grievance. “Wenwen, won’t you speak for me? Didn’t I come to see you? I even brought a lot of fruit! So tasty.”

“I can buy fruit myself, tasty ones are plentiful.” Zhou Hengyang’s handsome eyes gleamed with a hint of a smile, he said proudly, “I’ll provide for my wife.”

“Then as Little Aunt, why can’t I come and see how my niece-in-law is doing? Every time I come, you’re driving people away, it’s too much, Zhou Hengyang! That’s outrageous.”

Su Wen couldn’t stand it anymore, “Hengyang, why do you always chase Little Aunt away? I get very bored by myself, I’m more than happy to have Little Aunt’s company, I’m always very happy when she visits.”

“Last time she came, she took you out to the shop, and you almost got spotted. The shop has so many customers coming and going every day, what if something happened?” Wife not siding with him wounded Zhou Hengyang deeply.

Wife’s partiality, elbow bent outward. His status at home was already low enough, and now Little Aunt came to contend with him.

“It was my idea.” Su Wen’s original plan was to visit the store every day after opening, not exactly to inspect, but to participate more and understand better in order to identify problems and correct them promptly. Like the recent sabotage by Song Zishan, if it had been before, she would have known sooner.

Although she didn’t have morning sickness during pregnancy, she was very sleepy, and her energy was not as good as before. Plus, with Hengyang being so controlling, many things were overlooked.

“Alright, go get busy! Didn’t you just say you wanted to let Fashion Passion close down? Don’t you need to do something?” Su Wen began to urge him away.

“Hmm.”

Zhou Hengyang curtly agreed, then went back to the study next door to make phone calls.

Making Fashion Passion close down could be easy or difficult. The last time he took action to warn Fashion Passion, he had considered just letting it completely collapse. If it weren’t for worrying about Wenwen getting upset, he would have just gone ahead without a second thought.

Now that Fashion Passion had fallen into Song Zishan’s hands, there was indeed no need to hold on.

After making phone calls, he scheduled to meet up with several childhood friends involved in publishing for dinner that evening. The friends on the phone were more surprised than each other, babbling on and on, all complaining about Zhou Hengyang’s lack of brotherhood, disappearing for years, and even hiding from them after coming back.

Finally, Zhou Hengyang couldn’t take it anymore and hung up the phone.

The dinner was set for the Rongjing Pavilion, with Liu Qiang and Liu Chun as company. This would also serve to discuss business matters, plus having his friends help arrange a blind date for Su Qing, killing three birds with one stone.

Others might fear the Song family, but Zhou Hengyang did not.

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The next day, at Fashion Passion Studio—

“President Song, President Song, it’s terrible, something awful has happened,” the newly appointed secretary said in a panic, rushing into the office without even knocking on the door.

The secretary’s sudden entrance startled Song Zishan, who was applying lipstick, causing her to smear it, leaving a glaring mark on her chin.

Angry, Song Zishan hurled the lipstick at the secretary’s face. Though small, the impact was painfully sharp on the tender skin of the face, making the secretary wince, but she did not dare to cry out.

“What are you yelling for? Who allowed you to come in without knocking?”