After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 383 Don't Blame Me for Being Ruthless

"When did I say I was in a relationship? Sweetie," Xu Sisi said, deliberately raising her voice and pretending to be angry.

"Yes, yes, Sister Sisi, I was wrong." Little Sweetie apologized to Xu Sisi with a grin, and the meeting room was immediately filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

However, when exactly should Xu Sisi's proposed overseas market expansion plan be implemented? This question made me think deeply. Seeing my silence, Xu Sisi guessed that I was planning for the future development of the studio, and said softly, "What we need to do now is to stop the public opinion from fermenting uncontrollably. Moreover, our own independent brand may also need to spend some money to hire a spokesperson to increase brand awareness."

Endorsement? I did consider this question before, but the studio's current financial situation is rather tight, and we can't afford such a large endorsement fee at the moment.

“We can discuss the endorsement matter in more detail another day. Right now, the most important thing is to make full use of the land we acquired earlier and maximize its value,” I said earnestly.

After hearing this, Little Sweetie and the others nodded in unison, and then chimed in, "That's right, we went through so much trouble to get that piece of land, we must make it generate the greatest benefit."

"That's right, let's all work together to take the studio to a new level!"

After the meeting, Lin Xiaxia stayed behind. She walked up to me and said hesitantly, "Sister Mo, I want to discuss something with you. It's about the Suzhou embroidery project. It's something I came up with myself, and I haven't told Sisi and the others yet."

I was surprised to hear this news.

Lin Xiaoxia has learned a lot, according to the studio.

"Sure, but do you have anything to do right now?"

"Not yet, but I believe it will definitely come in handy in the future."

"That's fine."

After discussing it with me, Lin Xiaxia went out first.

Before long, it was time to leave work. Jiang Yichen told me he would be home late, so I went home first.

"Gu Mo, come to the company tomorrow."

Just as I was about to rest, a message caught my eye, and I quickly replied, "Okay." It seems something new is about to happen.

Jiang Yichen also finished washing up and came out, water dripping from his hair that hadn't been dried.

I suddenly noticed that he was getting better and better in physique. Maybe I've been too tired lately, I told myself, trying to convince myself that I was just seeing things.

"what happened?"

"Honey, are you so handsome I can't take my eyes off you?"

I couldn't help but laugh. How did this guy start to become so narcissistic? But then I thought, well, he really is handsome.

"Yeah, so you just stand there and don't come over."

I said in a coquettish tone, and he thought he had misheard me. Suddenly he came to his senses and immediately came to my bedside.

"Wife, is Xiao Huai asleep?"

"She's asleep, that's good."

The aroma that wafted towards me made me take a deep sniff.

He hugged me tightly. "How is it? Does it smell good?"

"It smells good, it smells good, but you're too strong." I broke free from his embrace.

She took a deep breath and her eyes met his.

"Haha, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't speak." I stared at him blankly. "Why?"

He pinched my cheek. "You seem to have lost weight recently. You need to eat more." Then he glanced at his phone. "It's already 1 a.m. It's too late today. Let's go to sleep."

As he spoke, he took off his clothes and then lay on the bed, hugging me from the side.

I felt much more at ease and quickly fell asleep, waiting for Song Yang's "baptism" the next day.

I stood in the conference room on the top floor of the Song Group headquarters, holding a newly signed cooperation agreement in my hand, but I didn't feel relaxed at all.

Song Yang stood beside me with a faint smile on his face, seemingly quite satisfied with the result.

Grandpa Song sat at the head of the conference table, looking at us with kind eyes, and nodded: "Xiao Mo, you did a great job this time. The Song family will fully support your studio, and I hope our cooperation will go smoothly in the future."

I bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Song. I will do my best."

Song Yang's elder brother, Song Feng, stood to the side, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. His eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness, but with Old Master Song present, he could only suppress his anger and force out a sentence: "Congratulations, Miss Gu."

"Thank you." I replied without any mercy, after all, he used despicable means to put my studio at a loss.

I glanced at him again, thinking to myself that this matter was far from over.

Song Feng won't let me off easily; he'll definitely find a chance to retaliate.

In the days that followed, I was extremely busy. I had to handle the daily affairs of the studio while also managing the collaborative project with the Song Group.

Song Yang had extremely high standards for the cooperation agreement, offering new revisions almost daily. His reasons were high-sounding: "To ensure the project's maximum benefit." But I knew he was simply trying to use this method to lower our studio's share of the profits.

"Gu Mo, the cost budget for this plan is still too high. Can we reduce it further?" Song Yang sat in my office, holding the plan I had just submitted, his brows furrowed.

I rubbed my temples, trying to stay calm: "Song Yang, this budget is already the bottom line. If we cut it any further, the quality of the project will be affected."

He put down the documents, his tone indifferent: "Quality can be sacrificed appropriately, but profits must be maximized. This is the Song family's principle."

I took a deep breath, suppressing my dissatisfaction: "Okay, I'll adjust it again."

"But you need to think about your suggestions more carefully. After all, some things can't be done immediately just by being straightforward."

He stood up: "I understand this principle. I have already started to send people to prepare. You don't need to worry. I want to see the plan tomorrow."

Watching his departing figure, I felt a wave of weariness.

When will this end? I really want to go on a trip with Jiang Yichen to relax.

Song Yang's coldness and harshness put me under pressure. Besides Song Yang's difficult behavior, Old Master Song kept a close eye on every aspect of the project. He would fly into a rage at the slightest mistake.

On one occasion, because the project was a day behind schedule, he called directly, his tone so stern it sounded like he was reprimanding a subordinate: "Xiao Mo, do you know that time is money? How can I entrust the project to you with this kind of efficiency?"

I held the phone, my palms sweating profusely: "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, it was my oversight. I will make adjustments as soon as possible to ensure the project is completed on time."

He scoffed, "I hope so. If there are any more problems, don't blame me for being ruthless."