Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone was constantly busy.

Cheng Xihe frowned, her eyes fierce.

Her slender fingers gripped the phone tightly, some fragments falling to the ground, but she didn't care at all.

Not answering?

"Clang!"

With a cold snort, Cheng Xihe tossed his phone onto the chair.

The immense impact nearly shattered the phone into pieces.

She walked impatiently toward the stairwell.

"Feed?"

A deep, magnetic voice suddenly came through the receiver, carrying the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

Cheng Xihe paused.

I haven't heard that so-called father's voice for a long time.

Everything feels somewhat unfamiliar.

"say!"

After a long silence, Qin Jian's face darkened.

Cheng Xihe picked up his phone with a mocking tone, but still didn't say anything.

"President Qin?" Qin Jian's assistant whispered a reminder.

Qin Jian raised his hand and stood up, saying, "You can continue the meeting."

He turned and left the conference room.

Outside the door, Qin Jian saw the number and a surge of anger welled up inside him:

"Cheng Xihe, you've gotten bolder? You haven't answered your phone for so many days, do you want me to cut off your allowance?"

Qin Jian's voice was devoid of emotion; all he uttered were useless threats.

"Typhoon hits, no signal."

Cheng Xihe's reply was as brief as a telegram, omitting all unnecessary embellishments.

Qin Jian paused for a moment, then returned to his office and glanced at his computer.

Sure enough, the hashtag #ZCityStruckByCategory17SuperTyphoon# immediately topped the trending list.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Qin Jian coughed twice and asked, "Are you alright?"

"without."

Cheng Xihe gazed coldly out the window, taking in the devastating scene after the raging storm.

Her indifferent attitude easily ignited Qin Jian's anger: "What kind of attitude is this? Can't you be as considerate as your sister?"

"elder sister?"

Cheng Xihe sensed that something was wrong.

"Fine, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. You should reflect on your own actions. At least I..."

"Alright, what do you need me for?"

Cheng Xihe impatiently interrupted him.

She's already had a lot going on lately, and this man keeps chattering away like a sparrow, never getting to the point, making her head explode.

When Bai Ce went upstairs, he saw that his boss's face was already gloomy. He hid by the wall and dared not approach.

Qin Jian, who was interrupted, rubbed his temples and said, "I heard you got into A University. Why don't you come back home and live here? It'll be more convenient for you to go to school."

"Come over early, I'll have someone teach you etiquette and help you get familiar with City A."

"I have no money."

Cheng Xihe gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Sure enough, the father remembered him because he realized he had some use to him.

"No money?"

Qin Jian's voice finally changed, revealing some surprise, "I've been sending you money every month!"

Do you spend money so extravagantly?

What money can you spend in the countryside?

Qin Jian stood up, gripping his phone tightly in one hand and unconsciously holding a pen in the other, leaning slightly forward.

Over the years, Qin Jian had felt somewhat indebted to Cheng Xihe, but he had never lacked anything materially.

"Am I a big spender?"

Cheng Xihe chuckled softly, her tone devoid of any warmth: "Still sending money? I haven't received any money from you for over two years."

I don't know who they called.

For whatever reason, this person never cared about himself.

Since we need her to return to City A, we should take advantage of her.

Let's make things a little more difficult for the Qin family first.

"That's impossible!"

Qin Jian subconsciously frowned and retorted.

Cheng Xihe did not offer any explanation.

A brief silence fell over both ends of the phone call, with only the faint static indicating that the call had not been interrupted.

After a long silence, Cheng Xihe said with a light laugh, "If you don't believe me, then so be it."

"Wait, Xihe."

Qin Jian's mind clicked, and he instantly understood the key point.

The money was always transferred from his private account by his secretary, and the only person who could access it besides himself was his wife.

Qin Jian felt irritated and wanted to smoke, but then gave up.

Now, relying on the resources provided by the Zhang family to climb the social ladder, he doesn't dare to openly confront Zhang Zhiyue.

"Xihe, let me transfer some money to you first. There must be some misunderstanding here. Dad will give you an explanation."

"Um."

Cheng Xihe replied casually, "It's fine if I don't want to work there. I can get a summer job for another month and then I can go up."

"Dad will transfer the money to you right away, so come home quickly."

I heard they're currently selecting suitable candidates.

He also hoped to introduce his daughter to people, and if she was chosen, Susu wouldn't have to marry into that family.

"Alipay account received, 100,000 yuan!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, Cheng Xihe received a transfer from Qin Jian.

Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

Cheng Xihe pursed his lips and handed the money to Bai Ce: "Keep it for the village."

"it is good."

Bai Ce remained standing motionless in the corner.

"What are you doing hiding there? Book me a ticket." Cheng Xihe tossed his broken phone aside and sat down in the rocking chair.

Bai Ce replied respectfully, "Yes, boss!"

*

"Brother Yan, I found out that the original mayor of that town was an old lady, and she left behind a granddaughter after she passed away."

Now, almost everyone in the town listens to that old lady's granddaughter.

A teenage girl who wields absolute power in a small town must be extraordinary.

Yan Mingchuan flipped through the proposal and calmly nodded: "Hmm."

"Brother Yan, are we really going to buy this town?"

The initial investment here is large, costly, and laborious with little reward; the commercial value isn't very high, and those involved may not even be aware of or agree to it.

From her professional perspective, Su Jin believed that this project was worthless.

He couldn't understand why Yan Mingchuan would subsidize this undeveloped area to create a simple tourist town.

There will be no business at all.

This area is frequently hit by typhoons, which can easily destroy buildings, and repairs are very expensive.

Yan Mingchuan, dressed in a well-tailored haute couture suit, sat quietly in his wheelchair, saying nothing.

He exuded an aura of absolute control.

Su Jin stopped talking and waited patiently on the side.

A short while later, Yan Mingchuan placed the document on his lap, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on it: "I have my own plans; I won't suffer any losses."

Yan Mingchuan gently slammed the document onto the table, then looked up at him and said, "Don't worry, they'll agree."

"OK!"

Su Jin was tidying up the documents on the table when her gaze suddenly fell on one of them: "Hey, their small town also produced a top scorer in the college entrance examination, who got into A University, and she's quite pretty."

"Working hours".

Scratching his head, Su Jin picked up the document, which looked somewhat familiar: "Brother Yan, aren't you going to take a look?"

"Is there anything else that hasn't been dealt with?" Yan Mingchuan calmly changed the subject.

Su Jin took out a new document: "There's also a rather important project contract at headquarters that I need you to review."

"Um."

After reviewing the document, Yan Mingchuan pinched the bridge of his nose: "Implement it quickly."

"yes!"

"Any news from Spiderweb?" Yan Mingchuan asked casually.

Three years have passed, and he still has no feeling in his legs.

"Yunshanke's IP address is already overseas, it seems to have gone to Xidao."

The Ghost Hand disappeared after the typhoon hit Z City.

Su Jin sighed helplessly.

A few days ago, they accidentally located Ghost Hand's IP address while on a business trip and tracked it all the way here.

Unexpectedly, the signal suddenly disappeared, and then a super typhoon made landfall, trapping us in the villa for two days.

"Hiss." Yan Mingchuan suddenly gasped, his hands clenching into fists.

Su Jin quickly squatted down: "Brother Yan, does your leg hurt again?"

"It's alright."

The veins on Yan Mingchuan's hands were very prominent, and sweat was dripping from his forehead, showing how much pain he was enduring.

"Brother Yan, let's hurry back to City A. At least this trip won't be a complete waste!"

Su Jin felt fortunate.

Fortunately, Sabu managed to obtain the potion after a desperate struggle.

"Have someone keep an eye on things here. We're heading back to City A." After giving these instructions, Yan Mingchuan fainted from the pain.

"Brother Yan!"

Su Jin hurriedly applied for flight routes...