Su Xiaong looked at this handso face with a look of surprise, speechless for a long ti.
"What’s wrong?"
Yin Shixiu even winked at her, what was a man of nearly forty trying to act young for?
Oh well, having married such a person, she felt powerless too.
Getting up...
"You’re handso; whatever you say is right. I’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face."
Before Xiao ng returned to the room, Shuangshuang just had to add fuel to the fire, saying,
"Mommy, lazybones... going back to sleep again?"
Xiao ng endured it.
Prince Huang quietly played Fruit Ninja on the tablet.
A little one had been sick due to acclimatization recently, and Yin Shixiu just handed him the tablet, finding a simple and easy-to-understand ga for him to play...
As a result, Prince Huang rembered it, discovering a new continent of fun that overshadowed everything else.
Those short and chubby fingers were surprisingly responsive.
Yin Shixiu didn’t stop him. Claire was a professional early educator, and Eric had brought her in, so he trusted her.
Claire thought that playing Fruit Ninja could be educational.
Shuangshuang and Huang Huang weren’t in kindergarten yet; besides playing at ho, Yin Shixiu couldn’t think of anything else for them to do.
The siblings each had their own hobbies.
Shuangshuang liked to tie tiny braids on her stuffed toys, dress them, undress them...
Sotis, feeling too lonely, she would move closer to her brother and help "cut fruit" together.
Yin Shixiu was browsing Weibo, using his account that he hadn’t logged into for hundreds of years.
His Weibo account was verified. With his status, even if he didn’t log in for eight hundred years, his follower count would still keep rising.
Nowadays, the influence of a big V account is far more profound than that of so news agencies.
His last Weibo post was during the international financial summit last year, where he reposted a summit ssage.
There was a group photo with nearly a hundred people, mainly leaders of the world’s top hundred enterprises.
Such news should not have attracted much attention, but because a few people in it looked exceptionally striking, it beca a topic of discussion for a while.
Yin Shixiu didn’t pay much attention, but Su Xiaong did.
Xiaong even discussed it with him, saying she couldn’t understand how with so many heads appearing so tiny, people could tell that Yin Shixiu was the handso one!
Yin Shixiu opened the new Weibo editing interface, drafted a post about the progress of the Bill project, sent it out, and tagged Bill Group.
After sending the Weibo, his hands were free. He leaned back on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Soon, Yin Shixiu’s phone rang, displaying Eric’s na.
"What are you up to? Why did you suddenly post a Weibo?"
"Can’t I post on Weibo?"
"Of course you can, but isn’t that account of yours a zombie account? A zombie suddenly jumping up is pretty scary!"
Eric said hurriedly.
"You’ll get used to it." Yin Shixiu said casually.
"Arthur...?"
"Anything else?"
"...No, that’s it." Eric didn’t know what Yin Shixiu was planning and thought that even if he tried to ask more, Yin Shixiu probably wouldn’t tell the truth.
After the call with Eric ended, Su Xiaong, already changed into new clothes, ca out. Judging by her outfit, it looked like she would head to the city center library after lunch.
"What are you doing?"
"Posting on Weibo."
"..."
Su Xiaong looked startled, hurried next to Yin Shixiu, picked up the tablet beside him, and glanced at the Weibo post he had sent. After seeing the content, she let out a "Hmph!"
"I thought it was sothing else!"
"What did you think it was?"
"I’m telling you, use that account of yours sparingly. Don’t let catch you doing anything shady."
"Oh?"
"Hmph!"
Su Xiaong wouldn’t tell Yin Shixiu that his zombie account often received private ssages from female celebrities using aliases!
Yin Shixiu actually knew this.
Just a while ago, a female celebrity who had endorsed a newly developed mobile ga by a company under the Yin Family, he couldn’t rember her na, apparently asked Chen Lan if it was him using his Weibo account...
Chen Lan privately told Yin Shixiu that the female celebrity had looked for her on Weibo, only to be blocked by a certain jealous girl’s retort.
Su Xiaong didn’t pay much attention to his sudden Weibo post, but that one post made Yin Shiqing in Beijing take notice.
He tagged the Bill Group.
In the financial circle, Bill Group is an influential entity that others can’t easily rival.
On the day Mrs. Huang committed suicide, Yin Shiqing received a text ssage from Yin Shixiu —
Dead people can’t speak, but the living can.
Yin Shiqing ignored him.
He didn’t reply a single word. Among the Yin Family siblings, he knew what kind of person the fourth brother was better than anyone.
He also knew that Mrs. Huang’s actions of taking everything upon herself would not easily dispel his doubts.
But no matter how much Yin Shixiu suspected, as long as he couldn’t find evidence, there was no story to tell.
Yin Shixiu had once told him that for politicians, influence is most important, and it’s also what they fear the most.
When Yin Shiqing saw the "insignificant" Weibo post Yin Shixiu made, a phrase from Yin Shixiu imdiately sprang to his mind.
Influence...
Yin Shiqing smirked,
"Fourth brother, what is influence, your big brother will show you clearly."
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A leisurely weekend passed.
The temperature in London was dropping, and by late November, Beijing was already blanketed in snow, extrely cold.
Su Xiaong put on a sweater and coat, no longer wearing open shoes, but short boots instead.
Monday had few classes, but there was a lot of free ti between them.
After attending Dick’s lecture in the morning, Monday truly turned black.
After class, Xiaong hurried to the library as Dick assigned a particularly challenging and difficult howork.
Xiaong had to quickly borrow materials.
By the ti she finished borrowing books, lunchti had already passed, and Xiaong didn’t plan to go to the cafeteria.
With limited study ti at ho, she had to make full use of ti at school.
Xiaong went to the school café, planning to order a cup of coffee and two snacks, so she could also organize her materials.
She planned to attend the second class at two o’clock.
The new content Dick taught was really obscure, and Xiaong couldn’t understand where Dick got his confidence from.
Why did he think that using his frustrating Indian-accented English, they would all understand?
Xiaong flipped through the borrowed materials, feeling like her head was a complete ss...
The coffee and dessert in front of her seed disgustingly unappetizing.
"Studying?"
"Huh?"
A sweet voice rang out, and Su Xiaong looked up, eting the concerned gaze of Cherry with a smile.
Goddess!
"Cherry!"
"Can I sit here? There’s not much space elsewhere, Will I disturb your studying?"
Cherry held a cup of coffee.
Su Xiaong hurriedly shook her head,
"No, no, co and sit, I actually have so questions I don’t understand! Hehe!"
Not only did Su Xiaong not feel Cherry was disturbing her, she actually thought Cherry arrived just at the right ti!
Cherry chuckled softly and listened to the questions posed by Su Xiaong, patiently providing explanations.
Ah, it was like the spring breeze and rain revitalizing everything!
Little ngxin sighed inwardly, and the tangled ss in her head began to clear up.
"Ah, I get it, I really get it!"
Su Xiaong was excited.
Cherry just smiled, glanced at her hand, and couldn’t help but ask,
"Hey, aren’t you married? Why aren’t you wearing a ring?"
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