It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Nan Yan leaned against Wei Xun's chest, her breathing still catching, the blush on her cheeks lingering.

Wei Xun gently stroked his back with his fingertips, his voice low: "I have something to tell you."

Nan Yan looked up, her eyes glistening with tears: "Sir?"

"I'm going to Beijing on a business trip tonight and won't be back for two days. I won't be home tonight or tomorrow night. Take care of yourself at home and call me if you need anything."

Nan Yan tightened her grip on Wei Xun's shirt: "You're going for two days?"

"Hmm." Wei Xun reached out and pinched his chin. "There's been a problem with the project, I need to go to Beijing to handle it."

He didn't go into details about the project—the recent precision instrument export project between the Wei and Dou families, which appeared to be normal trade, was actually exploiting legal loopholes to engage in substantive dumping in Country B, and the approval process was stalled.

Dou Xuan said he had contacted several officials from the Ministry of Commerce in Beijing and asked Wei Xun to go with them to pave the way for the review meeting the day after tomorrow.

This journey was originally supposed to take longer, but Wei Xun knew in his heart that he could not leave Nanyan for more than three days.

The rules of the Thorn Rose Club clearly state that if the owner fails to supervise the "toy" for three days, the club has the right to recycle it for resale.

I just asked Nan Yan to come to the company for a meeting. Counting the time we've spent together, it's exactly 72 hours, enough for him to stay in Beijing for two days before flying back.

"Then sir, please be careful." Nan Yan's voice was a little downcast.

"Good boy." Wei Xun lowered his head and kissed his forehead. "When I come back, I'll bring you some specialties from the capital."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Wei Xun glanced at his watch; it was getting late, time to head to the airport.

"I'll have the driver take you home." He released Nan Yan and straightened his disheveled shirt collar. "Message me when you get home."

Nan Yan picked up the bag containing her lunchbox: "Okay. Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye." Wei Xun watched him walk out of the office.

Only after the door closed did the gentleness on his face gradually fade, replaced by a cold seriousness.

He picked up his phone and dialed an unnumbered number.

After the call was connected, a respectful male voice came from the other end: "Hello Mr. Wei, this is the Thorn Rose Club, Xiao Zhi is at your service."

"I'm going to the capital for a two-and-a-half-day business trip," Wei Xun warned. "It's my intention to leave Nanyan. Don't cause any trouble for the next three days."

"Okay, Mr. Wei, don't worry, we won't bother you." The other party's tone remained respectful.

"By the way, Mr. Wei, we had 073 forward the product catalog to you two days ago. How are your selections coming along?"

"I don't like any of these. Don't send me any more catalogs like this."

"Okay, Mr. Wei. However, our club also has a branch in Beijing. If you need, I can help you connect with a local sales guide so you can visit and purchase in person..."

Wei Xun frowned: "I'm a germaphobe. Nan Yan is enough for me. I don't want to mix several together."

The other party chuckled and said, "We understand Mr. Wei's habits. However, Mr. Wei, your recent spending frequency has been insufficient. If you don't continue to spend, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to maintain your four-star customer level next year."

"What impact will it have on being downgraded to three stars?" Wei Xun asked coldly.

"It has absolutely no impact on you." The other party's voice carried a hint of implication: "It's just that since 073 is your exclusive product, poor marketing has prevented you from continuing to consume it. According to the club's rules, you'll suffer a bit."

"Don't touch him!" Wei Xun's eyes sharpened instantly, his fingers gripping his phone tightly. "You just want me to spend money, right? Fine. Besides living people, what other products do you have?"

"Mr. Wei, are you looking to switch to a different product category?" The other party immediately replied, "We sell blind boxes and pet toys. They are all little things that 073 and his friends have played with since they were little. They are handmade and released in limited quantities."

"Nan Yan used to have toys?" Wei Xun was surprised.

"Of course," the other party said with a smile. "Each product will have its own exclusive toys during its time at the club. Would Mr. Wei like to buy some? It would allow 073 to relive some fond memories from the past and also help boost his sales performance, thus avoiding penalties."

Wei Xun paused for a few seconds, thinking of the chip on Nan Yan's back and the terrible punishments inflicted by the club, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Okay."

"That's great!" The other party was very happy. "Our pet toys are made of high-quality, safe, and non-toxic materials, and the price isn't expensive either. Each blind box costs 5 yuan, and we sell in batches of 10. They'll ship in three days. Mr. Wei, how many would you like?"

"Ten." Wei Xun didn't hesitate: "Send me the account details."

The other party quickly provided an account name—it was still "Mona Gallery".

Wei Xun hung up the phone and immediately transferred 50 yuan to that account.

After transferring the money, he leaned back in his office chair and closed his eyes.

What were Nan Yan's toys when she was a child?

Living in such a hell on earth, would there be video game consoles and toy guns that normal children would play with?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Wei Xun opened his eyes, picked up his suit jacket from the table, got up and walked out of the office.

"Mr. Wei, everything is ready." Qinglin was already waiting for him at the elevator entrance: "The car is waiting downstairs, and we can leave for the airport at any time."

"Okay." Wei Xun nodded and stepped into the elevator.

The car drove smoothly toward the airport. Wei Xun leaned back in his seat, watching the street scenes rushing past the window, his heart filled with longing for Nan Yan.

He took out his phone and sent Nan Yan a message: "Are you home yet?"

Soon, Nan Yan replied with a photo, which he took at his front door, with a large teddy bear in the background.

"Sir, I'm home!"

Wei Xun smiled.

Putting away his phone, Wei Xun's expression turned serious again.

This trip to Beijing is not only to finalize the project approval, but also to return as soon as possible, so that Nan Yan can't stay alone for too long.

Upon arrival at the airport, the private jet was already ready.

Wei Xun and Qing Lin boarded the plane, only to find that Dou Xuan had not yet arrived.

"Why hasn't President Dou arrived yet?" Qinglin glanced at her watch: "We're taking off in half an hour."

Wei Xun didn't speak, but leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Dou Xuan hurriedly boarded the plane just five minutes before takeoff, his hair a little messy, his shirt collar askew, and his face showing signs of fatigue.

"Dude, sorry, sorry." Dou Xuan plopped down in the seat next to Wei Xun, picked up the bottled water on the table and took a few big gulps. "Something came up and I was held up for a few minutes."

"What's the rush?" Wei Xun opened his eyes and looked at him.

Dou Xuan wiped his mouth, his tone tinged with helplessness: "It's all because of my silly younger brother."

"Dou Xiao?" Wei Xun raised an eyebrow.

「可不是他嘛。」窦煊叹了口气：「他居然真的写了个『提案』，要把他在窦氏的股份都转给你，还说要入赘你家。午饭的时候被我看到了那个『丧权辱国』的提案，我没忍住，揍了他几分钟。」

Wei Xun scoffed, "That 'proposal' is really... sigh. Mentally ill people have broad minds, and intellectually disabled children have a lot of fun."

"That's right." Dou Xuan laughed as well. "Luckily you didn't agree, otherwise my Dou family would have lost a piece of our business. That 0.8% stake isn't a lot, but it's not a small amount either."

"I've already beaten him up, I just didn't tell you," Wei Xun said calmly.

"Good beating!" Dou Xuan clapped his hands. "My brother's tough, hit him as much as you want. But..."

His tone suddenly turned serious: "My brother used to get heartbroken every now and then, but he would cry it out and forget about it, so I didn't pay much attention. But this time is different. No matter how much I hit him, he wouldn't budge. He just kept saying he wanted to marry Nan Yan, and I even made him cry."

Wei Xun's gaze darkened.

"We've beaten him up countless times since we were kids, and he's never shed a single tear." Dou Xuan looked at Wei Xun: "Dude, maybe my silly little brother has really fallen for you this time."

"Don't even think about it." Wei Xun's voice was icy, leaving no room for negotiation: "I won't agree, no reason needed. That's it."

Dou Xuan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

He didn't know who this orphan named Nan Yan was, but he knew Wei Xun's temper and understood that saying more would be pointless.

The plane slowly took off and soared into the blue sky.

Silence fell over the cabin.