62: Chapter 62 Commercial Conventions 62: Chapter 62 Commercial Conventions “Hurry up and take me to the hospital!” Ni Zhiwei moaned as he lay on the ground.

“Mr.

Ni, this is the hospital…” a bodyguard said timidly.

“I damn well know that, do you see me being able to move?”

The three of them returned home, and Qin Han, looking at the ‘bare walls’ of the room, suddenly said to Song Yuwei, “Yuwei, shall we go look at houses tomorrow?”

Song Yuwei thought for a moment.

Now that Qin Han had turned over a new leaf and had an income, it was indeed time to get a house.

After some thought, she said, “In a few days.

I promised Dad I’d go back to the company first tomorrow; he’s in the hospital, and there’s no one in charge at the company right now.”

“Hmm, that’s fine.

We can wait until after the clinic opens,” Qin Han said with a faint smile.

“By the way, the Zhongzhou City business meeting is tomorrow.

Will you come with me?” Song Yuwei suddenly remembered she had to attend the business meeting and said to Qin Han.

“Of course!”

The next day, Qin Han drove the Red Flag HS7 with Song Yuwei to the location of the business meeting: Xu Mansion.

This business meeting was hosted by one of the four major families of Zhongzhou City, the Zheng family, which is why it was held at Xu Mansion.

After parking the car, Qin Han saw Song Yuwei hadn’t moved and said softly, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing much, just can’t believe that one day I’d be able to attend a gathering of this level,” Song Yuwei said with some emotion, a life she had never dared to dream of before.

Qin Han laughed and said lightly, “In the future, you’ll attend gatherings even more prestigious than this.

You’ll realize then that this is nothing more than children playing house.”

“Pfft, you talk as if you’ve been to one,” Song Yuwei rolled her eyes at Qin Han, her charm indescribable.

For a moment, Qin Han was so captivated that he didn’t respond.

“What are you looking at?” Song Yuwei said with feigned annoyance.

“Oh, oh, it’s nothing,” Qin Han’s expression returned to normal, and he got out of the car.

“This guy, really a fool,” Song Yuwei muttered under her breath as she saw Qin Han get out of the car.

Putting aside the three years of marriage to Qin Han, Song Yuwei was still a young woman with her own romantic aspirations.

She hadn’t dared to dream before, but now that life had taken a turn and there was hope, these aspirations came at her all the more intensely.

Qin Han opened the car door for Song Yuwei and took her hand, saying softly, “Let’s go!”

“Okay,” Song Yuwei nodded gently, her pure face lit with a glow, letting Qin Han lead her by the hand as they walked towards Xu Mansion together.

The luxury cars at the entrance and the throng of guests gathered in the hall highlighted the grandeur of the Zhongzhou City business meeting.

Even in the attire specially prepared for them by Song Yuanqiao, Song Yuwei still felt a bit nervous, showing an almost imperceptible look of inferiority on her face, and even her palm, grasped by Qin Han, was sweaty.

Qin Han felt Song Yuwei’s nervousness and whispered in her ear, “Don’t be nervous, I’m here.”

For some reason, Song Yuwei, who had been extremely anxious moments ago, felt her mind gradually calm down upon hearing Qin Han’s words; confidence befitting a powerful woman emerged on her face.

This must be what security feels like.

This place was what ordinary people called high society, where individuals from the wealth rankings, as well as some faces seen on TV, could be spotted.

To Qin Han, however, such an occasion didn’t faze him.

After all, he had seen plenty of world leaders before, and princes and dignitaries treated him as an honored guest; the people here were far less significant in terms of wealth and status.

Song Yuwei, although it was her first time attending such an event, remained composed after Qin Han finished speaking.

She didn’t show much excitement and only occasionally appeared slightly surprised when she saw someone, which made Qin Han, who had been paying close attention to her, appreciate her even more.

“Mr.

Qin, you’ve come too!” The speaker was Ling Hong, the personal secretary of Elder Zhou, who was holding a glass of champagne.

Upon seeing Qin Han enter, he hurried over to greet him.

Ling Hong’s respectful manner caused Qin Han to be noticed by many people as soon as he walked in, especially since Ling Hong often represented Elder Zhou.

That Ling Hong treated him with such respect and Qin Han was a new face naturally led many people to speculate about his identity.

By contrast, the more attention-grabbing figure should have been Song Yuwei.

Her unique temperament, coupled with the makeup she had carefully applied for the day, made her stand out at the event, unable to conceal her blossoming beauty.

There was none of the fake smiles common among society ladies, nor the homogeneity of an internet celebrity face.

Her face—cold and stunning, yet maintaining an air of purity and indifferent grace—was enough to captivate all who saw her.

“Mr.

Qin, Mrs.

Qin, please rest here for a while.

The young master will also arrive shortly.” Ling Hong said, and took a seat nearby.

“Is Elder Zhou coming later?” Qin Han asked.

“The elder will not be coming today, he has long since lost interest in such formal events.

Later on, the young master and the second son will come together,” Ling Hong replied, before remembering that Qin Han might be attending such a grand reception for the first time and continued, “Actually, there’s not much meaning to these receptions, it’s just a chance for everyone to network.

Mr.

Qin, you needn’t take it too seriously.”

Qin Han knew Ling Hong said this out of concern that he might not be accustomed to the atmosphere here and nodded in thanks, “Mm, Mr.

Ling, you can go attend to your duties, no need to mind me.”

“If Mr.

Qin would like to meet some of the celebrities, you are welcome to accompany me,” Ling Hong offered with a smile.

“No need, we will just take a walk ourselves,” Qin Han said, shaking his head at the suggestion.

For most, it would be a rare honor to be accompanied by the secretary of the Zhou family, but Qin Han preferred not to be too conspicuous and readily declined the offer.

He had come just to accompany Song Yuwei.

Having lived two lifetimes, he had seen plenty.

In the end, whether it was wealth or power, neither was something he desired to pursue.

If he wanted to, with his power that could rise above the rules, there was nothing in this world he couldn’t obtain.

But what was the point of having everything?

Meaningless!

To him, such things were less satisfying than studying medicine and martial arts.

He didn’t want to keep a low profile just because he wished to help Song Yuwei build a business empire.

Of course, he did not wish to be too flamboyant either.

Upon hearing Qin Han’s response, Ling Hong nodded and made his way through the crowd.

After all, there were many guests and he couldn’t cater only to Qin Han; the Zhou family also had relationships to maintain.

That’s why socializing fell to him, representing Elder Zhou—it was the value of his position.

“Shall we take a walk?” Qin Han asked Song Yuwei.

“Yes, that would be nice.

I can see if I can attract a few clients!” Song Yuwei said, standing up and starting to scout for influential figures from major companies in the crowd.

“You’re getting into it already?” Qin Han was somewhat surprised.

Batting her eyelashes playfully, Song Yuwei replied, “Today, I’ll let you see my business capabilities.”

“There’s no need to tire yourself out.

If you need clients, just find Wen Feng,” Qin Han said helplessly.

“How could that be?

I can’t rely on someone else for everything,” Song Yuwei shook her head.

“But you can rely on me,” Qin Han said softly, looking at Song Yuwei with eyes full of determination and passion.

“Mm,” Song Yuwei murmured in response, her eyes shy.