Spoiled Sparrow

[Youyou keeps asking to play with you, so I'll pick her up when you have time. There's a vacant place next door, so I'll rent it for her.]

My parents are going on a business trip in a few days, and it will be convenient for me to stay there with Youyou.

He Xunnan really spoils his child.

So that's how it is. It made her overthink and even gave her a not-so-pleasant dream.

Upon learning the reason, Ruan Qing felt much more relaxed and replied.

Okay, no problem.

She understands that children need companionship the most.

He Xunan put away his phone, a shadow falling over his eyes.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 22nd floor, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"Han Feng, how are the people I asked you to arrange preparing?" His voice was extremely cold.

Han Feng stood behind him, watching his retreating figure, and hesitated, saying, "His bodyguards are no ordinary people; it's probably going to be difficult..."

"I only care about the results."

He Xunnan turned around, one hand in his suit trousers and the other holding the shareholder information of the Fu Group.

He has no compassion; since he keeps blocking his way, then let him die.

"I'll give you three more days."

Han Feng lowered his head, his pupils dilating slightly. "Yes, President He."

……

He walked out of the CEO's office, closed his eyes, and was caught in a dilemma.

Suddenly, the phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number calling.

He never answers calls from unknown numbers and hangs up immediately.

As soon as he got into the car, two dark figures behind Yu Guangzhong quickly grabbed his neck and tightened their grip. A violent feeling of suffocation surged into his brain, and his eyes became bloodshot.

After a few seconds, the person gradually lost strength.

The two people in the back seat pulled Han Feng from the driver's seat to the back and quickly put a burlap sack over his head.

Then one person stepped into the driver's seat, got in the car, and drove away from the company building.

"Brother, what did this guy do? Someone actually paid to have him killed."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he glanced back and said, "He's all cleaned up so well, like a sissy. He doesn't look like a gangster."

"Heh, you're just doing your job for money, don't talk too much."

The person speaking had one hand on the steering wheel and the other casually resting a cigarette out the car window.

The scar on his left cheek resembled a wriggling centipede, reflected in the left rearview mirror.

The two drove out of the city and looked ahead to see the boundless sea.

Scarface opened the car door and hoisted the black sack onto his shoulder.

The henchman across from him quickly stubbed out his cigarette and stepped forward to offer his hand.

"Go, turn the car around." Scarface turned to the side and tossed him the car keys. "This is such a light load, it doesn't take two people to carry it."

The younger brother caught the keys in mid-air, loosened his belt, and got into the car with a grin: "Thanks, big brother."

Scarface carried the sack to the edge of the cliff and threw it off with force.

Below the cliff were surging waves that soon lapped towards the deep sea.

The henchman who turned the car around walked behind Scarface, glanced down, and timidly took two steps back.

"Let's go, bro, this is making me dizzy."

He bent over and backed away, only letting out a long sigh of relief once he was in the car.

Scarface stuffed several stacks of cash into a black bag and handed it to him: "Take this, go back to your hometown."

The younger brother, clutching the mountain of gold, stared wide-eyed as he excitedly counted the banknotes, completely oblivious to what Scarface was saying.

"No, I'm not going back. I'm keeping going!"

Scarface's eyes suddenly darkened, and he slammed on the brakes.

His words carried a strong threat: "You said you'd retire after this job, and now you want to back out?"

The younger brother fell silent and quietly tied the black bag containing the valuables around his waist.

"Big brother, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you..."

He had witnessed Scarface's methods firsthand. If Scarface really angered him, he might be the next person to be thrown into the sea to be fed to the fish.

He got off the bus near his home, clutching the money.

Scarface drove to an abandoned used car dealership and then picked up his phone to call his employer.

"Sir, everything is settled. The final payment..."

The person on the other end was very agreeable. Three minutes after hanging up, I received an encrypted bank transfer notification on my phone.

He stared at the balance, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then made another phone call.

The same sales pitch is used for different people.

"Sir, everything's done. The final payment..."

*

In the afternoon, Ruan Qing ate something casually at home and changed into a well-tailored white women's suit.

She raised an eyebrow at the full-length mirror with a cool expression, her high intelligence instantly overshadowing her anime-like face and adding a touch of maturity and composure.

"Uncle Zhang, let's go to the studio."

As soon as she got out of the car, Henry was already waiting for her downstairs.

He rushed up to her and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. "Beautiful lady, you're late."

"I arrived half an hour early."

Seeing how determined he was, Ruan Qing subconsciously glanced at her watch.

She held her hand up in front of him: "There are 27 minutes and 36 seconds left until our agreed time of 3 p.m.

Henry chuckled at her words: "I forgot to tell you, my brother always arrives half an hour early, so you're already three minutes late."

"Henry!" Ruan Qing pretended to be angry and teased him, "You're really unreliable."

After saying that, she picked up her bag, put on her high heels, and walked into the elevator with her head held high.

Henry followed behind, saying, "Don't worry, I've already talked to my brother, he won't blame you."

Ruan Qing looked up and said, "Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it, it's nothing."

He took Ruan Qing's sarcastic words as genuine gratitude, suffering the consequences of his poor Chinese.

She knew a little about Li Bai from magazines and forums when she was a student.

After signing the licensing agreement a few days ago, she went back and did a thorough review of the genius designer's various hobbies and achievements.

I've never heard of this "half-hour theorem." Judging from his guilty look, he probably made it up.

As soon as Ruan Qing stepped out of the elevator, she immediately saw the client waiting outside the door.

No way... Could this kid be telling the truth?

Her mind raced like 108 horses, and she strode forward.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. There was some traffic on the way here."

She extended her hand to Li Bai and the two men beside her, instantly switching to a friendly, business-like smile.

"I'm so sorry."

Li Bai smiled and shook hands with him. "It's nothing. I just arrived early. It's all my good-for-nothing brother's fault for insisting on going to the art museum next door to see an exhibition. As a result, he rushed over but didn't get to see the exhibition, and you ended up having to work an extra half hour."

Ruan Qing glanced at Henry standing behind her out of the corner of her eye. The man who had been chattering away just moments before was now as quiet as a chicken.

Upon entering the studio, Li Bai introduced the two tall and handsome men to Ruan Qing.

The entire afternoon was filled with crucial information, from confirming copyright ownership to signing the modification agreement—every single word of which was essential.

After seeing them off, she was completely exhausted.

Henry surrounded her, persuading her for the third time to go to the beach party.

"Hey, come on, there's so much new gossip in the industry, aren't you interested?"

Ruan Qing was so exhausted, as if something dirty had sucked her soul away. She shook her head: "It has nothing to do with me."

She just wants to teleport home and fall asleep immediately.

Henry pressed on, leaning close to her ear and asking confidently, "Don't you want to hear about your brother He Xunnan and Sister Pei's affair?"