Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Father Wen was holding a blue folder in his hand, flipping through it excitedly, and then he called out to his daughter standing at the door:

"Come in quickly, I'll tell you in detail. With this document..."

Wen Qiuli's light steps became heavy.

She walked in step by step, and her relaxed mood after going out became depressed again.

After walking to sit next to his father, Wen Qiuli forced a smile and asked:

"What investment funds?"

"It's the cooperation between the Ji family and us. Look, the terms here, and there... as long as they are implemented, they will be beneficial to our company..."

"If the company continues like this, it may be able to go public soon. When the time comes, I will give you 20% of the shares as a deposit, and give you another 10% when you get married, so that you won't be looked down upon by them."

Father Wen had a feeling of being high-spirited and successful, and he looked a lot younger.

Wen Qiuli was somewhat speechless.

My father is unreliable, but his original intention is also for the family.

The longer you are oppressed, the more you hope to be able to get out of it on your own.

He was now hesitant and couldn't let go of the documents in his hands.

Apparently the stuff inside was so good it was beyond anyone's imagination and could satisfy their beautiful fantasies.

But for Wen Qiuli, this is also a reminder and a warning.

It wasn't enough for Ji's mother to criticize me in the morning, I had to give myself a real example in the afternoon.

She couldn't blame her father, nor could she blame the Ji family. After all, it was a deal, a deal she couldn't refuse.

It was a deal that both parties were willing to make, but the sadness in his heart could not be controlled and was shown on his face.

Wen Qiuli curled the corners of his lips and clenched the red panda in his hands, trying to draw some strength from it.

After thinking about what had happened in the past few days, she raised her head and considered her words:

"Dad, we and the Ji family..."

Hearing his daughter speak, Father Wen shifted his attention from the documents to her. Before she could finish her words, he noticed the red panda tightly held in her hands:

"Where did you get this little doll?"

He had never seen his daughter like these things.

Wen Qiuli put the little panda behind him and answered softly:

“I caught it when I was out playing with my friends.”

Father Wen did not ask any further questions. Instead, he felt relieved and guilty.

"You grew up with your grandfather, and you had to learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting every day. You didn't have time to go out and play like other children. I never noticed that you liked these things."

"Here, this is Dad's private money. There's about 100,000 yuan in it. Play with it if you like. Now that you're here, don't listen to what your grandfather said and keep yourself in your little room all day."

Wen Qiuli held the hard bank card in his hand, his voice a little muffled:

"I know, thanks Dad."

"Ugh!"

Father Wen suddenly sighed, and couldn't help but scratch his head with his hands, looking very annoyed.

"Your grandfather called yesterday and said that this is his 80th birthday, so we all have to go back."

"Fortunately, the company is here, so I don't have to stay there forever after I go back."

"Xiao Li, remember to prepare a birthday present for grandpa."

Wen Qiuli's grip on the red panda suddenly loosened, and he replied in a low voice:

"I see."

Those words that were originally a bit impulsive were swallowed back into the stomach.

Wen Qiuli straightened the wrinkled curly hair of the red panda in his hand and walked upstairs.

Return to the room.

Wen Qiuli threw himself onto the bed without caring about his image, and his thoughts were sorted out bit by bit.

It’s better to stay in the capital than in Jiangnan.

Although they are all deep pits, and although there is an inexplicable feeling of drinking poison to quench thirst.

She can only hold on now.

Wen Qiuli turned on his phone and opened the chat box with Ji's mother:

"Aunt, I want to prepare some homemade snacks for Brother Ji tomorrow. I wonder what flavor he likes."

This time, she even changed her way of addressing him to be more intimate.

The other side was obviously very satisfied with her understanding and quickly sent over the food that suited the taste of their youngest son that the nanny had prepared.

There was also a reminder at the end:

"Xiao Li, feelings are cultivated bit by bit. You two should meet more often, and Ah Heng will definitely like you."

"Ah Heng is a bit rebellious. He will definitely not follow the arrangements and just show up for the appointment."

"How about this, you add this person, he is a good friend of Ah Heng, they hang out together every day. Tomorrow ask him to send you the whereabouts of Ah Heng, and then you can just run into him by chance."

Wen Qiuli obediently added Zhang Xu's contact information as instructed.

They probably didn't like her either, but they still gave her an address just for Aunt Ji's sake.

"Mr. Ji said he's going to the beach to surf tomorrow. This is the address. When you come tomorrow, don't tell him that I told him off."

"it is good."

Early May.

The temperature had gradually risen, but at six in the morning it was already bright and sunny outside.

Wen Qiuli got up very early and was already washing up.

Not long after, I went downstairs to have breakfast.

At about half past seven, Wen Qiuli went into the kitchen and started working alone.

Baking is different from other things. It takes a long time. It may take half an hour or more than an hour to make something.

It takes a long time to prepare the ingredients in advance. Even though there are people at home to help, she cannot leave everything to others.

Fortunately, Wen Qiuli is now a senior student and has completed her graduation thesis. There is nothing at school that requires her to go back, so she has so much time to kill.

After making the snacks, Wen Qiuli packed them one by one in boxes and asked the driver to take him to the place Zhang Xu mentioned yesterday.

This sea area must have been carefully maintained by someone. The water is very blue and the golden sand sparkles in the sun, which is very beautiful.

Not far from the sea there is a luxuriously decorated Holiday Inn.

Wen Qiuli went inside and sat down by the window where he could see the sea and waited, then sent a message to Zhang Xu to inquire.

The top floor of the hotel.

When Ji Weiheng came out of the room, he met Zhang Xu and others who were waiting outside.

He glanced at Zhang Xu, ignored him, rolled his eyes and walked towards the elevator.

Zhang Xu chased after him and kept explaining:

"Master Ji, I really didn't mean to tell Miss Wen about your whereabouts. You know, Aunt Wen asked, and I couldn't refuse."

"So, you betrayed me?"

Ji Weiheng entered the elevator and snorted.

Zhang Xu laughed awkwardly, heard the phone ring, saw the message content, and quickly reported:

"Master Ji, Miss Wen is here. She brought you a homemade dessert. How about giving me some face?"

"Am I short of food or drink? What does it matter if I made it with my own hands?"

Ji Weiheng's tone was flat and light, without any sign of being moved or caring.

There was even a hint of boredom in it.