Spoiled Sparrow

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

Youyou waved her two little hands vigorously in front of Hezhou's eyes, tilted her head, and asked again.

"Does it look good?"

He Zhou suppressed the surprise in his eyes and pinched Youyou's cheek: "Beautiful, I like them all."

Youyou jumped off the sofa, ran up to Pei Yu with her hand outstretched, and asked in a childish voice, "Grandma, is it pretty?"

"What?"

Pei Yu squatted down, her voice as gentle as water.

The moment his hand touched the child, Hezhou's deep, cold voice rang out.

"Madam, please come with me."

He Zhou grabbed Pei Yu's hand and dragged him away.

"What's wrong?"

She turned around and looked at Youyou, who was sitting there blankly with a dazed expression: "Youyou, Grandma will be here in a bit."

Hezhou pulled the person into the room, his expression grave.

"I think the person Xun Nan is going to bring back this time is genuine."

Pei Yu took a deep breath: "He's been searching for so many years, we should be happy for him."

He Zhou gripped Pei Yu's shoulders with both hands: "That girl looks exactly like you did when you were young."

"I know what you're worried about. If she really is my sister's biological daughter, then I will definitely make up for the maternal love she lacks."

He Chang sighed, his expression helpless: "Have you ever thought about how cruel it would be for her if she knew the truth one day?"

"I'll take you away, okay?" His tone was pleading.

He Zhou hugged Pei Yu and whispered in her ear, "I'll take you somewhere where no one recognizes this face, and we'll spend the rest of our time together."

Pei Yu pushed him away, her eyes resolute: "I won't leave. Everything I have now belongs to my sister. I've enjoyed all these years for nothing, and I can't let her down."

She remembered the name her sister kept murmuring as she passed away—"Nannan".

Until she breathed her last.

Pei Yu's gaze was very firm. Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, He Zhou let go of her hands, leaned against the wall, and sighed with his head tilted back.

Every cause has its effect, so he decided to stay here with her.

*

Yunyin Manor.

The chips on the poker table were piled up as high as a person.

Jiang Chenglang and Gu Zhou accompanied the famous foreign designer Leo to visit Yunyin, but unexpectedly, he sat down at the card table and wouldn't leave.

Zhao Xiyao had no choice but to call Fu Chen, since he was the one who arranged this person.

Leo, speaking in broken Chinese with a strong Sichuan accent, mocked Gu Zhou: "Gu, your skills are so-so, not as good as mine."

After criticizing Gu Zhou, he then brought up Jiang Chenglang: "Lang Lang, you're not so great either. I'm embarrassed to say I won."

Jiang Wenli sat down next to Jiang Chenglang, drawing cards for him, and casually retorted, "Leo, I remember you haven't paid back the money you lost to Feng Xiao last time, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Leo's expression immediately changed: "Lily, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Wenli rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

How come this person's emotional intelligence is still as low as ever after all these years?

I don't know what Fu Chen was thinking, but he actually invited him to join Fu's design department.

Jiang Chenglang couldn't find a way to lose to him, so he had no choice but to win a round. But Leo suddenly turned on him.

"Lang Lang, you played this hand badly, I'm not playing anymore."

He threw the unfinished cards on the table, pouting and complaining, "This is no fun, I'm not playing anymore."

Gu Zhou, with his fiery temper, clenched his fists, seeing the foreigner's arrogant demeanor.

Jiang Chenglang winked at him, signaling him to calm down.

Seeing that the situation was getting tense, Zhao Xiyao went outside and called Fu Chen again.

The call was hung up on as soon as it connected.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chen was escorted in.

Two assistants followed behind, carrying briefcases and folders.

Upon seeing Fu Chen, Leo's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree change. He stepped forward respectfully and extended his hand, saying, "President Fu, President Fu, I've long admired your name."

Fu Chen had already heard about his deeds on the way here, but when he arrived, he found that he was just like that.

The assistant led the person into the private room, and Fu Chen placed the contract on the table.

"Leo, I believe the lawyer has explained everything clearly to you in the contract. Sign it."

His voice was calm, yet carried an invisible pressure.

I was invited, but why do I feel like I'm being coerced?

Leo glanced at the contract; the electronic contract had already been reviewed by his lawyer, so the richest man in Beijing wouldn't stoop to cheating him.

He readily signed the contract, pushed it in front of Fu Chen, and asked, "By the way, Mr. Fu, I remember you said you needed someone to mentor, right? I'd like to meet her. You know I don't take on apprentices without talent."

Leo has low emotional intelligence, but he is indeed a rare genius. After starting his own design studio at the age of 22, he created a new type of luxury brand in just three years.

He later resigned from his CEO position to focus on his creative work, proving himself to be a rare talent.

He had seen his name in the magazine that Ruan Qing was looking through.

Fu Chen signed the document: "Don't worry, you will be satisfied. I think you will meet at the Fu Corporation after the Chinese New Year."

Leo: "Since President Fu is so confident, then I'm relieved."

He's not the type to work based on relationships with his superiors; if he doesn't see a good fit later, he can just kick him out without a second thought.

He stood up and left before Fu Chen.

Seeing his expression, Chen Yan realized that it really did match what was described in the documents.

He gained fame at a young age, was unruly and arrogant, and looked down on everyone.

......

"It's all on me today."

Fu Chen walked out of the private room and said to Gu Zhou and the others, "Get him to give you the numbers."

Gu Zhou was the first to respond: "Assistant Chen, 58."

Jiang Chenglang walked up to Fu Chen with a wine glass in his hand: "Since you're here, have a couple of drinks. I've heard you haven't been to the company these past few days."

"He Xunnan has already sent the core members of the research team abroad, and you... didn't you make preparations earlier?"

No matter how small the news gets, it won't escape the eyes of the Jiang family. After all, they are the largest entertainment company in China, and their own paparazzi and informants account for half of the Beijing entertainment circle.

Fu Chen sat down, shifting his legs between them, nonchalantly saying, "Even if he withdraws the core engineers, it's just losing one project for Yuanhe."

Jiang Chenglang: "I'm not just talking about Yuanhe."

"Are you really unaware or pretending? He Xunnan applied for a private flight route, right on your wedding day."

Fu Chen took a sip of Marita liquor: "It's mine, he can't take it away."

Jiang Wenli circled around from behind and stood between the two: "Who can't take whom away?"

"..."

Fu Chen stood up: "It's nothing, you guys have fun."

baffling......

Jiang Wenli leaned closer to her brother: "Don't you think Fu Chen's attitude towards me has been particularly bad lately? What did I do to offend him?"

Jiang Chenglang reached out and wiped the wine that had accidentally spilled on her leg: "It wasn't you, it was us."