Because Yu Minglang had just taken over the company, there were many complex issues to deal with internally, and no matter whether he was on vacation or even asleep, he needed to keep his phone accessible at all tis.
"I’m Yu Minglang, uh-huh, got it."
Sothing happened at the office that required his presence. The idea that a domineering CEO could manage everything from afar is a myth; in reality, managing a company is quite troubleso, especially... a company that’s just been taken over.
Qian watched him answer the phone, and he seed to transform into another person altogether. Gone was the foolish and naive look from a mont ago; he appeared completely serious, which unconsciously reminded her of her past life’s impression of him.
In the past life, it seed to be the sa, actually. He was quite decisive and smart outside, and only when he returned to her did he show a bit of a down-to-earth vibe.
Back then, Qian was still young, and didn’t pay much attention to his special treatnt.
At that ti, she didn’t understand how to appreciate the sense of responsibility in a mature man.
Just like every young woman in love, she would ponder whether Yu Minglang really had feelings for her—whether his work was more important to him than she was.
But now, looking at his overly serious face, she could sympathize with his departure.
She even thought that his intense and serious face was very handso; a responsible man is always the handsost in a woman’s eyes.
Won’s perspectives evolve from age 20 to age 30.
As the years roll by, you understand what responsibility and mission are, and you discover how a man with these qualities is attractive and full of masculinity.
This period of ti was probably his busiest and most exhausting mont, but no matter how busy or tired he was, he would always find ti to co and see her.
"I need to return to the office. We’ll talk when we et next ti."
Yu Minglang opened the car door. Qian sat still in the passenger seat, silent, her clear eyes looking at him.
As if saying, "Are you sure we’ll et next ti?"
Seeing her not moving, Yu Minglang seed to recall sothing. He grabbed a bunch of red flowers from the back seat and stuffed them into Qian’s arms.
"Let’s talk about everything when I return. You must listen to !"
Darn it! With a heart full of "What the heck?" Qian was kicked out of the car by him.
Then, Yu Minglang’s car sped away, leaving Qian with only a trail of exhaust, a ripped-off sleeve, and this bunch of blazing...
Carnations?!
Qian silently looked at the bouquet in her arms.
He really has so nerve, giving a girl carnations?
Just based on his utterly clueless behavior tonight, Qian should throw these flowers of motherly love to the ground and stomp on them a few tis.
The language of red carnations: unconditional motherly love, huh...
Who is your mother!
Carrying an inexplicable anger, Qian returned to her doorstep and looked at the locked door from inside, speechless.
Should she climb back with a bunch of flowers celebrating motherly love, or not?
"Yu said the wall at this height is easy to climb, but I’m exhausted..." Qian held the bunch of flowers with one hand while struggling to grab the garden gate with the other, internally cursing Yu Minglang a thousand tis.
But despite her disdain, she still held onto that bunch of "motherly love," refusing to discard it.
Yu Minglang went through much trouble, from secretive ssages to planning night etings, but all it left Qian with was anger and no trace of him.
He seed to have vanished from the world.
For an entire week, Qian never saw him again.
That "motherly love" bouquet was tossed and retrieved back and forth, but ultimately, it survived in a cola bottle in her room; the water changed a few tis before it wilted.
The flowers faded, but he never appeared.
Initially, his disappearing act after flirting was infuriating; yet, his complete silence made Qian worry about his safety.
He never discussed work affairs at ho, and in the past life, he wouldn’t tell her; they were close by then, but he would never talk about it.
But now, given they’ve not yet begun, he certainly wouldn’t say a word.
However, Qian knew he must be exhausted now...
Such a significant heritage was placed in his hands, and there must be so shareholders making trouble behind the scenes, even using dishonorable ans. Being such a young helmsman, they wouldn’t easily accept him, would they? Who knows what thods those people might use against him?
In the past life, Yu Minglang had a smooth journey; there shouldn’t be any issues this lifeti...right?
But calling him is always unreachable, and her heart remains unsettled.
Over the past few days, Qian had quietly investigated her useless father’s whereabouts, but her power was limited and hasn’t found anything so far.
But Qian wasn’t anxious; her father’s arrival would inevitably happen, and it wouldn’t matter. The marriage was predetermined to end; the later Chen Lin returned, the more Jia Xiufang would believe Qian’s words.
In a flash, the days had passed, and it was the day Jia Xiufang hosted Qian’s college entrance celebration banquet.
The banquet was held at a larger hotel in Q City, chosen by Qian. Initially, Jia Xiufang was uncertain, but Qian had decided for her.
Jia Xiufang’s attitude towards Chen Lin changed, thanks to Qian’s repeated reminders.
During this period, Qian played an enormous role.
She spent a lot of ti each day chatting with her mother, constantly reinforcing the psychological suggestion that she was a needed mother and not worthless.
"Mom, which one looks better?" Qian held up two outfits.
"This one, it makes my daughter look elegant." Jia Xiufang pointed.
"Mom, you chose so well." Qian would say such things many tis a day.
Stating, "You’ve done well, you’re absolutely right," and insisting that she was a mother needed by her child—reinforcing suggestions like these was her crucial thod to ensure her mother’s spirit wouldn’t collapse.
Sure enough, Jia Xiufang’s face blossod with a big smile.
"You, child, relying on your mom for everything at this age?"
"If not for you, I wouldn’t have been able to grow up. Mom, half of my admission letter’s credit goes to you, truly. If you hadn’t woken up early and stayed up late to prepare als for , how could I have focused on studying? Mom, you’re the best."
"You child, why have you beco so cheesy lately, seriously." Jia Xiufang wiped away tears of emotion, still rembering to give Qian a gentle, playful slap on the back.
"If it weren’t for treating your dependence personality, you think I’d willingly be this cheesy? The persona is completely blown apart..." What happened to the promised cool-headed lady boss persona—all turned into a female version of inspirational soup Yu Minglang!
Qian mumbled softly, Jia Xiufang didn’t catch it.
"Qian’er, what did you say?"
"I said, my mom is the best..." Aw, this sappy talk, while making her mom comfortable, was giving her goosebumps!
If only Chen Lin could be found quickly; once found, they can divorce, and she could stop this sappy persona and pity act, which truly wasn’t her style.
Qian marked a circle on the calendar, seven days had passed. Yu Minglang, my college entrance banquet is starting, yet you’ve been missing for seven days, are you safe?
Shaking her head in mockery, her persona had long since collapsed, and missing soone was clearly not the emotion a villainous lady boss should have.
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