When evening came, Ming Yuzhu returned home.
Upon seeing her mother, Qin He immediately complained, "Mom, my brother didn't come home last night, and he probably won't be back today either."
Ming Yuzhu chuckled, her demeanor surprisingly open, "It seems I should pay a visit to the Xu family one of these days."
Qin He: "..."
Ming Yuzhu sat on the sofa, "Wan Wan is a good girl, we can't skimp on the betrothal gifts."
Qin He paused, "Mom, aren't you thinking a bit too far ahead?"
After accompanying Ming Yuzhu for dinner, Qin He returned to her room.
Lately, whenever she thought of Gu Qishen, her mood would become flustered, mixed with other emotions.
She decided to pour all her energy for the past two days into urging Mo Yun on the medical equipment project, making Mo Yun miserable.
On Wednesday morning, Qin He woke up early.
Today was the day to sign the contract with Wilson. Qin He found a few oversized formal outfits in her wardrobe.
Her pregnancy bump was now noticeable, and oversized clothes could only slightly conceal it.
After getting ready, Qin He went downstairs and found Qin Yun already seated on the sofa.
"Brother, you're finally gracing us with your presence at home?" Qin He glanced at Qin Yun.
Goodness, his spirited appearance was a stark contrast to his gloomy, dark-eyed look from a few days ago.
Qin Yun was in a good mood, "What, you missed your brother after three days away?"
Qin He curled her lips, "Did you see the messages I sent you, and the profit-sharing proposal with Gu Corporation?"
Qin Yun smiled and held up the documents in his hand, "I'm looking at them now. Your brother Yang just printed them out, still warm."
"You haven't even had time to look at your phone these past two days?" Qin He clicked her tongue in disdain.
Ming Yuzhu walked out from the dining room, "Come and eat breakfast."
The three sat at the dining table, and Qin Yun chatted with Qin He while eating.
"Regarding Wilson, our family contributed very little. The fact that Gu Qishen is willing to split the profits with us makes me think he has ulterior motives."
Qin He pondered, "We didn't put in much effort in the initial promotion, but we can definitely make up for it later. As long as Gu Corporation doesn't suffer too much of a loss, this cooperation is definitely not to be missed."
Qin Yun smiled helplessly, "Before, you took on the West District reconstruction project while I was injured; and now you've set your sights on the diamond mine in country Y. I can't argue with you anyway."
Despite his words, Qin Yun understood perfectly.
For the next five years, these two projects were likely to bring the greatest profits to the Qin Corporation.
While the profit from the West District wasn't high, it could be added to the Qin Corporation's list of achievements, bringing them good reputation.
As for the diamond mine in country Y, once secured, it would almost mean controlling half of the domestic jewelry market.
Qin Yun mused, "Shall I go with you?"
Qin He smiled, "It's fine. It's just signing a contract. Gu Corporation has already finalized the preliminary details, and I've reviewed them. There are no issues."
After breakfast, Qin He stood up and walked out.
She drove her car, preparing to head to Ronald Manor.
The Qin residence was not close to Ronald Manor; the drive would take over an hour.
As Qin He drove out of the street where the Qin family was located, her phone rang.
She pulled her car over to the side of the road and glanced at it; it was Gu Qishen calling.
At this hour, he should also be on his way to Ronald Manor.
Qin He had a bad feeling and answered the call.
On the other end, Gu Qishen's voice was cold, "Qin He, the contract today cannot be signed. Where are you now?"
"I've just left the Qin family's residence," Qin He said, stunned. "Did something happen?"
Gu Qishen's voice came through, "The only son of Duke and Duchess Wilson was in a car accident at five in the morning and couldn't be saved! He just passed away!"
Qin He's mind went blank.
She recalled Amy's proud and happy expression when she spoke of her son.
"Where is he now?"
"Everyone is at the hospital. Although the contract can't be signed, you still need to come. We are partners, after all."
Qin He assented and glanced at her red handbag, "I'll go home and change my clothes, then I'll be there."
When she reached the living room, she saw Qin Yun standing up with a grim expression, "He'er, the news just came—"
"I know," Qin He said, walking upstairs.
In that moment, her mind was no longer on the cooperation. All she wanted was to see Amy as soon as possible.
She changed into black clothes and drove towards the hospital.
Wilson was a Grand Duke of country Y and a relative of the royal family.
All the media in Qingcheng were alerted, and within half an hour, the news had spread across the internet!
Upon arriving at the hospital, the building was already surrounded by Wilson's bodyguards, preventing media personnel from entering.
Gu Qishen was already waiting within the cordon. Seeing Qin He, he strode over immediately!
Qin He asked anxiously, "How is Amy?"
Gu Qishen said grimly, "She fainted once from crying."
The relationship between Duke and Duchess Wilson was famously sweet worldwide.
Their son was exceptionally well-raised, and given Duke and Duchess Wilson's age, having another child would be difficult.
The deceased was slated to be the next Grand Duke of country Y.
Qin He frowned and followed Gu Qishen through the corridor into the morgue.
As soon as she entered, she saw Wilson standing quietly before a gurney, his tall figure completely stooped.
Once a handsome middle-aged man, he looked as if he had aged considerably in an instant, his eyes filled with desolation.
Qin He looked around; Amy was not there.
Wilson noticed the people who had entered, his voice hoarse, "Amy woke up to see our son, and then she fainted again."
Amy's grief was so profound that it seemed she would follow her son.
Qin He's gaze fell upon the gurney. Even with the white sheet covering it, the abnormal height and the indentation indicated something.
On the way here, she had listened to the news playing in the car.
Young Wilson had been hit by a cement mixer truck while driving a supercar.
The outcome for the person inside a supercar colliding with a cement mixer truck was predictable.
Qin He slowly stepped forward, approaching the gurney. With sorrow and respect in her eyes, she asked, "Duke Wilson, may I see him?"
Wilson looked up at Qin He, his eyes lifeless.
"As you wish. Just don't be too shocked by my son's appearance. He was a good child, to become like this—"
Wilson couldn't continue.
His body leaned against the wall, slowly slumping down.
Qin He reached for the corner of the sheet, and Gu Qishen beside her spoke to stop her, "Qin He."
Her expression was unreadable, but her voice was gentle, "It's alright."
Lifting the sheet, Qin He took only one look before closing her eyes.