Chapter 179: Heading to the Company

The old monk spoke in an unfathomable tone, "When people change, situations change as well."

"How do they change?" Song Wanning pressed on.

"For the better."

Song Wanning was left speechless.

That was essentially saying nothing at all.

"However, you have been surrounded by petty people lately, so you might face some minor difficulties. Still, a beneficent person will assist you, and they will not cause you any significant trouble."

Hearing the old monk's words, Song Wanning retorted, "Stop changing the subject. Did you foresee how my romantic fate has changed? What has it become?"

The old monk smiled benevolently and, instead of answering Song Wanning, beckoned toward a corner by some rocks, from where little Mi scurried out.

"Go tell your Jingxing brother that the task he entrusted to me has been accomplished, and then we will go have our meal."

"Okay!" Little Mi replied and scampered away happily.

This time, the roles reversed, with Song Wanning chasing behind and the old monk walking ahead.

"Wait a moment, elder! Finish what you were saying before you leave!"

Talk about the tables turning.

The old man, who had appeared somewhat frail and unsteady just moments before, was now walking with the agility of flying, and Song Wanning simply could not keep up.

"How strange..."

Song Wanning stood there in a daze; the old monk's figure had long since vanished from the crowd.

At that moment, Wen Jingxing hurried over from behind and asked, "A'ning, did Grandpa Sha go back?"

Song Wanning turned to look at him. "Is there something you're keeping from me? Why did you ask him to divine my romantic fate?"

Though questioned, Wen Jingxing was in high spirits. "I am keeping nothing from you. We came here many times when we were children, and we knew Grandpa Sha back then; you've simply forgotten."

Hearing this, Song Wanning fell silent.

She was not the original owner of this body, after all; how could she possibly know anything about childhood memories?

Song Wanning lowered her head, feeling somewhat gloomy.

She did not even know why she felt unhappy; perhaps it was because everyone else remembered, everyone else knew about the past, yet she was the only one who didn't.

Indeed.

Song Wanning not only lacked memories of the original owner's childhood, but she had also lost all memories of her own childhood.

Everything before the age of seven was a complete blank.

She had once asked her imperial father, and she had asked her imperial mother as well.

They both told her that when she was seven, she fell gravely ill, and upon waking up, she had forgotten everything.

Her mother and those familiar people around her would talk to her about the past to varying degrees.

Yet when Song Wanning listened, she felt nothing at all, as if she were merely listening to someone else's life story.

Coincidentally, Wen Jingxing was thinking along the exact same lines as Song Wanning.

*Could it be that A'ning can't remember her childhood, which is why she's acting so upset?*

He pondered for a moment and recalled that Song Wanning seemed to love eating the most; she always grew cheerful whenever she tasted something delicious.

Therefore, he immediately suggested, "A'ning, let me take you to eat something delicious! Once we finish eating, we'll head to the company."

Hearing that there was food involved, Song Wanning's mood lifted considerably.

The two of them left the temple and descended the mountain.

The lead cameraman was squatting near the stone lion by the temple gates, and upon seeing Song Wanning, he hurriedly followed.

Where were these two heading off to now?

The cameraman trailed them all the way, following them from a candlelit restaurant right up to the towering skyscrapers in the commercial district.

As he wondered whether Wen Jingxing was heading back for overtime work, he watched the pair make a turn and enter the Qisheng Corporation building on another street.

Fearing he would lose them halfway as he had last time, he kept close.

To his surprise, Wen Jingxing made no move to block him this time, allowing him to follow all the way up to the eleventh floor of the office building.

Since they were attending a meeting, both Song Wanning and Wen Jingxing had changed out of their sportswear and into business attire.

When Song Wanning arrived at the meeting room, everyone else had already gathered, including Chen Shaoyuan.

The meeting room was not large, centered around a long oval table seating eleven people in total.

Chen Shaoyuan occupied the head seat.

Next to him sat a man in his thirties who, despite his youth, already had a significant amount of white hair and a sallow complexion.

While anyone else acquiring a company would wear a deeply worried expression, he was beaming with radiant smiles.

When Song Wanning knocked and pushed the door open, this was the bizarre scene that greeted her.

The man's affectionate and flattering addresses to Secretary Chen were interrupted by Song Wanning's entrance.

The man furrowed his brows. "Are you a new employee? Can't you see everyone is in the middle of a meeting? What are you walking in here for?"

Chen Shaoyuan's eyes widened in horror. Did this guy have a death wish? How dared he speak to Song Wanning like that in front of Young Master Wen!

He hastily intervened, "President Li, let me introduce you. This is the very Ms. Song I mentioned to you earlier, who is about to become the new president of Qisheng."

"Oh... ah."

President Li's expression shifted instantly. Song Wanning expected him to look embarrassed.

Instead, the man immediately leaped up from his chair, frantically shouting for someone to fetch fresh tea and a new chair. Then, stepping right in front of Song Wanning, he gave a slight bow and smiled warmly, "So it is President Song gracing us with your presence! It was this ignorant subordinate of yours who failed to recognize Mount Tai."

Song Wanning's lips twitched slightly at the sight.

She knew that due to a capital shortfall, Qisheng's executives were simply waiting for anyone willing to take over this failing enterprise.

With the end of the year approaching, expenses would only mount, so President Li was naturally overjoyed to have a buyer step in.

Still, wasn't this a bit too enthusiastic...

Song Wanning walked inside, and the cameraman tried to follow as well, but President Li blocked him, declaring that filming was not permitted inside.

The cameraman had no choice but to look at Song Wanning.

Song Wanning gave the order, "Wait outside."

President Li thought to himself that this Ms. Song not only possessed wealth and beauty, but she also had rather peculiar hobbies—actually enjoying having herself filmed.

How could he possibly know that Song Wanning was recording a reality show.

Seeing this, the rest of the production crew did not follow, choosing instead to wait in the corridor.

The group finally retook their seats, and President Li cast furtive glances at Song Wanning and Wen Jingxing.

What on earth was the background of these two?

To take over Qisheng when it was suffering such heavy losses—were they fools with too much money?

Yet judging by their appearance, they didn't look foolish at all.

Although the Wen family had acquired Qisheng, only a handful of high-level employees within the Wen Corporation were aware of it.

Thus, despite having shared numerous meals with Chen Shaoyuan, President Li had remained oblivious to the sheer scale of the other party's influence.

Chen Shaoyuan knew the acquisition could proceed, but President Li must not be allowed to realize from the outset that it was a Wen family takeover.

Otherwise, this crafty fox would certainly refuse to let go cleanly and would try to hold onto his shares, potentially causing unnecessary trouble for Song Wanning down the road.

Chen Shaoyuan spoke first, "President Li, since everyone has arrived, let's sign the transfer contracts."

"Yes, yes, yes. Look at me, Secretary Chen, getting so excited that I almost forgot the main business."

President Li had someone bring over the contracts, took up a pen to dash off his signature with a flourish, and then personally handed the contract across to Song Wanning.

Song Wanning picked up her pen and casually signed her name. Just as she finished the final stroke, a woman's shrill shouting echoed from the corridor outside, "I don't care! I want to see President Li right now! Move aside this instant!"