Beep—
The green light was on, but he didn’t move. The car behind started honking wildly.
Old Huang had no choice but to swallow the unfinished words, focusing his attention on driving.
Meanwhile, Yici was completely oblivious, engrossed in playing games.
When they reached the school gate, Old Huang moved his lips, intending to say something, but a group of boys rushed up, each calling out “Brother Ci”.
Yici had no time to listen to him.
“Old Huang, I’m leaving. Be careful on the road,” Yici said.
“Young Master—”
“Hmm?” Yici turned back with a questioning look. “Is there something else?”
Old Huang sighed lightly. “President Yi is working hard. When you have the chance, spend more time with him.”
Otherwise, those little vixens will end up keeping your dad company!
Yici waved his hand impatiently. “Got it, got it.”
Old Huang sighed again, this time more heavily.
……
Yi Hansheng and Ling Qingzhou were quick to act, and within two days, the money had been transferred.
Jiang Fuyue made a call to Liu Jinzhong.
In the afternoon, after school, a black Buick commercial vehicle stopped across the street.
Jiang Fuyue walked over, and the car door opened from the inside. “Miss, Chief Liu asked me to pick you up.”
“Let’s go.”
The Buick sped away.
“Brother Ci, isn’t that Sister Yue?”
“I saw it too.”
“Whose car is that?”
Yici was also puzzled. If he remembered correctly, Jiang Fuyue didn’t have a car, did she?
Even if she did, she didn’t need someone to pick her up from school.
At that moment, one of the boys guessed, “Maybe it’s a relative?”
“Yeah, that could be it.”
Yici relaxed a little. “Alright, let’s go play basketball!”
“Okay!”
“Brother Ci—wait for me!”
……
Yufeng Restaurant, second floor.
Liu Jinzhong had been waiting for some time. “Miss.”
“Uncle Liu, are the documents ready?” Jiang Fuyue asked as she walked.
“They’re all ready. Here’s the business license, here’s the share subscription agreement, and here’s…”
“Great.” Everything was in order.
Liu Jinzhong smiled. For these words, he wanted to make sure everything was done perfectly, didn’t he?
Jiang Fuyue tucked several file folders away.
Liu Jinzhong: “Since you’re here, why don’t you have a meal before you leave? We have everything ready downstairs.”
“Alright.”
They went downstairs together, and the waiter immediately arranged for the most luxurious private room.
Liu Jinzhong handed her the menu.
Jiang Fuyue casually skimmed it and ordered a few dishes.
Liu Jinzhong added two more.
While waiting, Jiang Fuyue called both Yi Hansheng and Ling Qingzhou, asking them to come over and sign the contract.
At that moment, Yi Hansheng was in a meeting, and the ringtone caught him off guard.
Hiss—
“Who’s bold enough to not turn off their phone during a meeting?”
“A newbie? Itchy hands, huh? Does someone need to be taught how to silence their phone during a meeting?”
“Um… it seems like it’s President Yi’s phone ringing.”
Sure enough—
Yi Hansheng made a gesture, signaling to pause, then stepped out to take the call.
“Alright, I’ll head over as soon as possible.”
……
Ling Qingzhou didn’t go to the office today and was at home.
When the phone rang, he picked it up and turned to head toward the balcony.
Zhou Qin watched his back, a dark glint flickering in her eyes.
“…Location? Alright, I’ll leave now, should be there in about half an hour.”
Zhou Qin looked at the sandwich on the plate that he hadn’t touched much and asked, “Aren’t you eating?”
Ling Qingzhou grabbed his jacket and found his car keys. “Hmm, I have something to attend to. Don’t wait for me for dinner.”
Zhou Qin smiled softly. “Okay, come back early.”
The man left the house.
Zhou Qin walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. Soon, a Porsche drove up from the underground garage and sped off.
She turned and grabbed the phone from the table, scrolling through the contacts before dialing a number.
“Accountant Yan, it’s me, Zhou Qin.”
On the other end, Yan quickly responded, “Madam,” with a flattering tone.
“I’ve been eyeing an office building for investment, and it’s estimated to require a nine-figure sum. Right now, I can only provide half of it, so I wanted to ask if the company’s liquid funds are sufficient.”
“I’m sorry, Madam, but we might not be able to allocate funds at the moment.”
Zhou Qin maintained her composure. “But I remember the last quarterly report showed there was a surplus in liquid cash?”
“There is a surplus, but a few days ago, Mr. Ling moved over more than 100 million. Didn’t you know?”
“Oh,” Zhou Qin’s body trembled, but her voice was steady. “I knew about that, but 100 million isn’t much, right? I thought there was still room for circulation.”
The accountant hurriedly replied, “There’s no more room for circulation! If we move more funds, the company’s financial chain will be in trouble!”
“I see. Well, then forget it. It was a good investment opportunity. I’ll figure out another way.”
After ending the call, Zhou Qin’s eyes instantly reddened.
Her slender figure trembled uncontrollably.
When Ling Xuan returned home from school, he found the house eerily quiet—
“Mom?”
He went upstairs to his room but suddenly heard sobbing.
His expression changed slightly as he quickly walked toward the master bedroom.
He pushed the door open and saw his mother, her head raised from the vanity, locking eyes with him.
Ling Xuan froze.
Zhou Qin couldn’t stop the tears, and they seemed to flow even more.
“Mom, what’s wrong?!” He quickly stepped forward.
Zhou Qin shook her head. “It’s nothing…”
“You’re crying this much and saying it’s nothing?!” Ling Xuan clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening. “Did it have to do with Dad?”
Zhou Qin’s whole body stiffened, a flash of panic in her eyes.
Ling Xuan knew immediately that he was right.
“Did you and Dad have a fight?”
Zhou Qin shook her head again.
Ling Xuan, frustrated, growled, “What did he do?”
Zhou Qin’s tears flowed like a torrential downpour. “Ah Xuan, your dad… he… has someone else outside!”
The boy felt as if struck by lightning.
“How is that possible?” He shook his head in disbelief.
Ling Xuan had known for a long time that his father had a cold personality, and to be fair, he wasn’t the romantic type. He wasn’t a good man in that sense.
But in terms of family responsibility and keeping himself clean, he never made mistakes when he was younger. How could this happen now that he was older?
“Mom, is there some kind of misunderstanding?”
“Last time, he left me alone at the banquet, and when he came back, he smelled like a woman’s perfume. Just now, I called the company accountant, and she said Dad transferred over more than 100 million in cash.”
