West Second Ring.
Financial Street.
Westin Hotel.
That’s right.
Right around the headquarters of Heaven and Earth Bank, it’s a stroll away.
Inside the executive suite.
Just past nine o’clock, He Family’s fourth miss, He Yihui, who was in Kyoto for business, was not resting.
Indeed.
Not to ntion for young people this ti is still early, if it were in Haojiang, now would be the real ti to unleash excitent, definitely more bustling than during the day.
At the sa ti.
She had a visitor, even though it wasn’t at her invitation.
"The eting is over, why hasn’t the fourth miss returned yet?"
The visitor was naturally an old acquaintance from Haojiang, Zhong Tingwang, after all, the fourth miss had previously devoted herself to nature and ignored worldly matters. This was also her first ti representing the family at a conference, so in unfamiliar Kyoto she likely wouldn’t have other acquaintances.
Of course.
In the late evening.
They weren’t alone; though acquaintances from ho, caution was necessary to prevent gossip.
Two bodyguards stood by the door.
Yes.
Two female bodyguards.
Never underestimate won; for example, there were many female faces at the eting this ti, and won holding up half the sky isn’t just a complint.
"Do I need to explain to you whether I return or not."
Zhong Xiaoye was clearly not just arriving, and evidently, the fourth miss was a bit impatient.
Though born into the prestigious He Family and cultured, at the end of the day, the so-called new Tingwang was rely a dog raised by their He Family.
As for a dog.
Does it demand much respect?
Zhong Tingwang realized the other’s displeasure, halted his words, and imdiately explained, "Please don’t misunderstand, fourth miss, I absolutely don’t an to interfere. I just feel that this city doesn’t welco us."
Interesting.
His words were understandable, enduring considerable grievances in just a few days. But why drag the fourth miss into it?
Kyoto’s issues with him weren’t others’ concerns.
The fourth miss clearly picked up on the nuance in his words, eased the atmosphere, and asked, "Did sothing happen?"
Zhong Xiaoye’s eye involuntarily twitched and he hesitated briefly, then smiled politely, "It’s all resolved."
Since the other didn’t wish to share, naturally the fourth miss wouldn’t ask further, "You should head back."
This was no longer a hint, but a clear directive.
Equivalent to telling him to hurry up and leave.
But sohow, the utterly clever Zhong Xiaoye seed like a naive fool at this mont, seemingly not picking up on it at all.
"Does the fourth miss have matters to attend in Kyoto?"
The sa aning, but phrased more gracefully than earlier straightforward questioning.
"You may leave."
Without wasting more words; if courtesy is disregarded, there’s no need for politeness. The fourth miss issued a direct dismissal order.
Zhong Xiaoye mockingly glanced at his limited edition global Rolex, sat grandly on the sofa, remaining motionless.
"It’s still early."
The fourth miss slightly furrowed her brow, then quickly cald.
Though a dog indeed, it’s undeniable that this dog had been nurtured to an irreplaceable level, used for hunting a mountain. Despite becoming arrogant, currently it’s difficult to sever ties.
"Second miss returned from Australia, I spoke with her on the phone this afternoon."
Zhong Xiaoye, realizing his indiscretion, suddenly, inexplicably ntioned second miss He Junru.
Clearly.
Not just casual chat.
He was exerting pressure.
If he were considered a trained dog.
Among the vast He Family, finding him a master, the once most dazzling among He Family’s young, He Junru would fit best.
Astute and capable He Junru was once unparalleled within the family, the subject of external discussions, an undeniable press queen. Yet, as the younger sister suddenly erged, unquestionably taking a share of her spotlight and brilliance.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain unless they are male and female.
Not even sisters are exceptions.
No kinship in affluent families.
Half-sisters certainly didn’t reach the level of internal strife; during He Yihui’s noncompetitive period, they were quite close. However, as He Yihui stepped onto the power stage, an unspoken, subtle shift occurred in their relationship.
No evidence needed.
An objectively existent fact.
Why He Yihui tolerated Zhong Xiaoye so much, aside from him creating significant economic benefits for the family, unwilling to offend the second sister is likely another key reason.
As the saying goes.
You must consider the master before dealing with the dog.
Hu Die was constrained by circumstances; otherwise, she certainly wouldn’t ignore things.
"Then you should indeed go back sooner."
He Yihui responded calmly, like old tea, seemingly inconspicuous but rich in flavor upon savoring.
Subtle language art.
"I’ve already booked a flight for tomorrow morning. Tonight, I ca to say farewell to the fourth miss."
Upon hearing, He Yihui couldn’t help but glance at him, slightly surprised.
So urgent?
How could it not be urgent.
The fourth miss indeed couldn’t empathize.
Zhong Tingwang had already roughly experienced the city’s unpredictability, adhering to the foremost rule of safety first, he must preemptively avoid possible risks.
Though Fang Jun left, Fang Family likely wouldn’t bother with a naless, uninvolved woman. But the reason he climbed to such heights without being sabotaged or brutally hard was simple.
——Caution keeps the ship sailing for a thousand years!
Sha resolved, he retreated, whatever subsequent waves may arise were not his concerns.
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