This whole setup is exactly like a kid threatening, "I’ll tell the teacher" when bullied.
For soone so mature to use this tactic, it’s shaless.
That’s why I say, Tong Yan has a thicker skin than a city wall.
Zhao Yongnian’s expression didn’t change, "I don’t understand what you’re saying."
Tong Yan sneered, "So did you also write that post?"
In the "End of the World" crew, she always got along well with others. Even now, they occasionally chat or joke on WeChat. During New Year’s, she even grabbed a lot of red envelopes. There was no reason for anyone to fra her.
mories gradually returned, and past events beca clearer in her mind. If she rembered correctly, six months later, Uncle Zhao suddenly announced he was quitting, and took his wife and his favorite mistress on a world tour without naming an heir. The sons fought openly and secretly for more than half a year before things settled.
In the end, the winner wasn’t Zhao Yongnian.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t not know him.
Her dad held ten percent of Zhao Family’s shares. Now that her dad was dead, according to inheritance law, it would all go to her or Su Chenxi. As a child, she got along best with Brother Zhao, so logically, she would support him.
He knew the news in advance. So he repeatedly frad her, trying to render that ten percent stake ineffective?
Thinking of this, Tong Yan’s gaze turned more malicious, and she spoke expressionlessly, "Zhao Yongnian, with what you’ve done, I definitely won’t support you. If the Zhao Family ends up in your hands, it won’t have a good outco."
Zhao Yongnian’s face changed suddenly, "What do you an by that?"
It seems she hit a sore spot.
Tong Yan curled her lips, slightly smiling, "Literally, I support Brother Zhao, not you."
Humph, drive you mad. You have the guts to hit her but you can’t win.
This is what they call losing the bait along with the fish.
Zhao Yongnian’s face turned gloomy, speechless.
Zhao Qingping chatted with Su Chenxi, then turned and saw them, smiling, "What are you talking about, having such a good ti?"
Tong Yan glanced at Zhao Yongnian, "We haven’t seen each other in a while, just catching up."
...
The siblings only left Zhao Family after having lunch. During the ti, Zhao Yongnian tried to speak to her, but she never gave him the chance.
After setting him up several tis, he’s only now regretting it? It’s too late, isn’t it.
That night, she went to see Grandmaster Tang, who detained her for several rounds of chess before letting her go. Luckily, she didn’t run into Tang Ci.
...
The New Year always passes quickly. Tong Yan bought a ticket for the evening of the fourth day, flying directly to Beijing, to prepare for the next morning’s scene.
It was already past ten at night when she reached the hotel. Upon opening the door, she saw—
Bo Yimo.
He was leaning against the headboard, reading with his head down. The warm yellow light sketched his profile like a finely crafted artwork, distinct and chiseled, not harsh, yet not effeminate, just perfectly balanced.
Hearing the sound, he looked up and t her gaze, "You’re back?"
His gentle voice was like a stream trickling down a mountain, evoking a moving, enduring flow.
Tong Yan nodded blankly.
This scene matched many people’s inner fantasies, very cozy, with a holy feel.
Bo Yimo closed the book, stood up, and slowly walked to her, naturally taking the luggage from her hand, "Honey, did you miss ?"
Li Xin, following behind, tactfully left and thoughtfully closed the door.
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