You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Many people came and went, but none of them were Shen Hongsheng.

Whenever a luxury car pulls out, he'll move closer and try to observe the people inside.

However, his vision was often blurred by the intense sunlight, making him feel dizzy.

Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, the boy persisted, hoping to recognize Shen Hongsheng at a glance.

Suddenly, a cold breeze began to blow on my neck.

Xiao Yao turned his head and looked around. Judging from the treetops by the roadside and the three flags in the courtyard of the Miwei Group, there was not a breath of wind.

Could it be...

The boy's phone started ringing.

"Are you done yet?" came the accusation, delivered in a sharp, harsh Shanghai accent.

"I'm sorry, I really wasn't trying to scare you," Xiao Yao explained. "I have something important to do."

"What's wrong?" Yu Luying asked him.

Yes, at least you finally asked.

Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment.

"Speak!" came Yu Luying's impatient voice from the other end of the phone.

Then Xiao Yao heard Yu Lihua's voice drift over from the side: "You should speak politely, don't shout."

Xiao Yao lowered his voice: "Can she hear me? Should I speak more quietly?"

"Hmm," Yu Luying murmured through her nose.

"I'm outside the headquarters of the Miwei Group." Xiao Yao briefly explained to Yu Luying what he wanted to do.

"Send me the address." Yu Luying said this and then hung up the phone.

"Don't come," Xiao Yao texted her on QQ. "It's so hot outside, it would be nice if you stayed home and helped me with the air conditioning."

Yu Luying then questioned him about a bunch of details about the plan, and then volunteered to go to the Miwei Building to keep an eye on things.

Xiao Yao was a little puzzled as to why she had suddenly become so enthusiastic, but he still said, "Don't get involved in this."

“Stop talking nonsense,” Yu Luying said in the message, “Send me a photo of Shen Jie’s father.”

“I don’t have his photos,” Xiao Yao said. “Oh right, they’re online. He has an encyclopedia entry.”

Drowning in the angel's face: "Do I still have to go to the internet cafe?"

Don Quixote: "Tell me to mind my own business, not to get involved in this."

Drowning in the face of an angel: "This is a matter between the three of us."

Don Quixote: "................................................................"

Don Quixote: "If you really have to come, come to Hongsong West Road and keep an eye on the back gate for me. We can have dinner together tonight and go back together or something."

Addicted to her angelic face: "Understood."

Before Xiao Yao could put down his phone, he suddenly felt a shadow fall on him.

In the sweltering heat, this timely shade was like a refreshing breeze.

He looked up and saw a security guard wearing a peaked cap.

This guy was extremely tall; standing in front of Xiao Yao, he actually towered over him—such a person is rare.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" the security guard asked condescendingly in Mandarin with an unreadable accent.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Xiao Yao said, puzzled. "I'm just a passerby."

“We don’t accept tourists here,” the security guard said gruffly. “Who are you looking for? What do you do? I’ve seen you’ve been wandering around here for two and a half hours.”

Xiao Yao was even more confused. He looked around, stretched out his left hand, and pointed forward and backward: "If I'm not mistaken, this is a public area, right? It's on a main road, right? It's not your company's campus, is it?"

“But you looked into our yard.”

"Why are you afraid of people seeing you when you're running a business?"

"Looking around furtively is not allowed."

"I'm standing right here, who's looking at you?"

"If you're not peeking, step back!"

……

Xiao Yao was engrossed in his battle with the security guard when he didn't notice a white two-door car silently gliding in from around the corner.

The man parked his car sideways at the gate, got out, and walked behind the security guard: "What's going on here?"

The security guard turned away impatiently, about to speak, but upon seeing the person's face, he stammered for a long time, "I...he..."

"Go back, I'll handle it," the man said.

After the security guard saluted and turned to leave, Xiao Yao noticed that the person who came was a young girl in white.

The term "young girl" is merely an objective description; in Xiao Yao's eyes, she should be called "a woman who looks to be in her twenties."

As mentioned earlier, this young woman looked to be in her early twenties, radiating youth and vitality. She wore a high ponytail, which made her appear energetic, and a white tracksuit that accentuated her slender figure.

She wore a well-fitting white sweatshirt that showcased her healthy skin and slender arms, paired with white sweatpants that accentuated her shapely legs. She completed the look with white sneakers, revealing her white cotton socks at the ankles, creating a fresh and simple overall style.

The woman had well-defined features, fair and smooth skin, and slightly upturned lips that revealed a radiant smile. Her eyes were bright and expressive, conveying intelligence and vitality, and her nose was straight and slightly elongated, complementing her face shape perfectly.

Overall, her face has soft lines and delicate features, which, combined with her clothing, hairstyle, and temperament, all showcase her youth and beauty.

Even though Xiao Yao had never been interested in "older women," he couldn't help but be deeply attracted to her at first glance.

"Y-you, hello..." Xiao Yao was only stunned for a moment: "I was just looking for a friend here, and he kept accusing me of spying. It's outrageous!"

"These security guards are just bullies, taking advantage of their master's power," the girl said indignantly. "They really think they're the masters of the company, ordering people around like they're above everyone else, as if any power they have will expire..."

“Hey, there’s no need to put it that way,” Xiao Yao said, scratching his head. “Maybe it’s just part of my job.”

"It's my job, I can't control what happens on the main street outside," the girl said. "Although there are very few people here besides employees..."

“Ha,” Xiao Yao said.

"But you're still a student, right? This park and this building are exclusively owned by the Miwei Group. Were you scammed or played a prank by someone...?"

“I’m looking for someone from Miwei—you’re an employee of Miwei too, right?” Xiao Yao pointed out, “And that security guard seems to listen to you quite a bit?”

The girl smiled and said, "I work here in online public relations. I manage a few people, so I'm barely considered a manager to them. That's why they're quite polite to me."

Xiao Yao nodded slightly.

Given her attitude towards the security guards, and their attitude towards her, it would be a lie to say she wasn't from here or was just an ordinary employee. But considering her age, she didn't seem like a high-level executive. Now that she's explained herself as working in online public relations, it makes sense, since it concerns the company's image.

In the internet industry, you can tell that the average age of the department is very young. Some are college graduates who have only been out of school for a few years. Due to their personal style, they still look like students. This is very normal.

“But even for me,” the girl explained, “I can’t block the entrance with my car for too long, and this isn’t the place to talk—shall I buy you a coffee?”

Xiao Yao was startled: "How could I possibly accept that?"

He got into the woman's car, entered the compound of the Miwei Group, went into the underground parking lot, and then followed the woman up from the parking lot into the group's rest area.

The room wasn't large; it had two sofas, a long table, some bar stools, various fashion magazines available for free, and what appeared to be a self-service coffee, milk tea, and chocolate bar.

"Then I'll have a hot chocolate... Thank you so much," Xiao Yao said.

"You just said that your girlfriend's father works here? He objects to your relationship?" The woman smiled and poured him a cup of hot chocolate, placed it on the long table, and gently pushed it towards him: "You can't come to his workplace. Men care about their image. If you make a scene, there will be no point in talking to him anymore."

"Yes, that's true." Xiao Yao shook his head, blew on the cup, and tentatively took a sip, but still got burned.

However, the idea of ​​following his girlfriend's father home was something that "could not be told to outsiders" under any circumstances.

"Which school did you go to? Hey, actually I graduated from university just a few years ago, and I was around the same age as you. I know you won't listen to the old cliché of prioritizing your studies."

Xiao Yao laughed it off and agreed with her, but he didn't intend to tell her which school he went to.

After all, the other party is from the US. Although they seem to have good intentions now, it's always better to be cautious.

I've already talked to her about this prudence way too much...

suddenly.

The girl seemed to remember something, took out her phone and looked at it, then looked up and blinked her big eyes, carefully examining Xiao Yao's face several times.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao touched his cheek somewhat embarrassedly. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," the girl chuckled, "it's just that I suddenly thought the way you drink chocolate was kind of cute."

"Huh? Really?" Xiao Yao blushed.

"Actually, you have a pretty good appearance, so you probably don't lack young girls, right?" the girl said with a smile.

"I don't lack... but she's different to me." For some reason, Xiao Yao's heart was beating a little fast.

“I understand, this kind of feeling is often unique,” ​​the girl nodded and said, “Actually, young people shouldn’t be timid. It’s wrong for parents to interfere so rudely with their children’s happiness. Many times, only when things are fait accompli can you have the leverage to negotiate with your parents.”

“This…” Xiao Yao chuckled awkwardly, “It’s the 21st century already, this kind of thing isn’t really that useful, it’s not like we’re in a feudal society…”

“Hey, little brother,” the girl laughed, “I understand you young people nowadays, you’re so progressive, aren’t you? But some parents are still living in the last century.”

"I see." Xiao Yao nodded thoughtfully.

"Hello?" The girl suddenly received a call, walked to the corner of the lounge, whispered a few words, hung up, and came back: "Little brother, I can't stay here with you all the time. I'm just an employee myself. Our big boss is going abroad to discuss business the day after tomorrow, and everyone is extremely busy. There's not much I can do to help you, but you have to believe me, I sincerely hope you'll be happy."