Quick Wear: Host, please be more restrained

"Sister Qiao, this is the recent market report." Chen Ye knocked on Ye Qiao's office door with a pile of information.

"Leave it there." The woman didn't even raise her head and plunged into her work.

"By the way, the Jiang Group in China that you asked me to pay attention to last time, they have extended an olive branch to our company. Do you want to agree to cooperate?" Chen Ye, dressed in a smart suit, finished his words quickly.

He knew that this boss didn't like to hear nonsense.

Jiang family? This sentence suddenly pulled Ye Qiao away from his work. Jiang Wei?

"Didn't they say some time ago that several Chinese companies wanted to cooperate with us?" Ye Qiao asked after a little thought.

"Indeed, after comprehensive consideration, we believe that Jiang's company is not outstanding in the cooperation list, but..." But he felt that Ye Qiao paid special attention to this Jiang's company.

“No rush, you should first think about the list and choose the most suitable one to cooperate with.” The woman took a sip of bitter coffee and continued.

"Then, after a while, I will go back to China." Ye Qiao thought about it. It has been five years. He wondered what the country is like now.

"Yes." When Chen Ye was leaving, he suddenly turned back and looked at the young woman who was working so hard. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what an extraordinary woman.

During these five years, since she could only borrow money from that man to study, she was always frantically trying to find ways to make money.

In the first year, she had no qualifications or education and could only do hard labor.

The next year, she passed the exam and successfully entered the top-ranked school in Country M. Thus, she switched from making money through physical labor to making money through mental labor.

However, it is so difficult for a little girl to make a name for herself in the world.

But Ye Qiao was lucky, because she met the benefactor of her life, the old lady from an ancient family in Country M.

Thinking of that arrogant old lady, Ye Qiao couldn't help but smile.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the exquisite and ancient castle stands in an area far away from the city center of L city.

"Hello, is the old lady here?" Ye Qiao bent down and said to the nanny in fluent English.

"She's taking a nap, Miss Ye, maybe you should go see her quietly." When the nanny saw Ye Qiao appear, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were filled with smiles.

Ye Qiao walked into the hall quietly. Most of the houses here were made of cold and hard high-quality tiles. Fortunately, she was wearing flat shoes today, Ye Qiao sighed in her heart.

Her encounter with this old lady could be said to be very dramatic, but Ye Qiao’s achievements today are indeed thanks to the help of this old lady.

Therefore, in Ye Qiao's heart, he has always respected this old lady. Thinking that after she returned to China, she would not come to Country M for a long time, so he came to say goodbye to her.

The woman sat on the soft sofa, thinking that the old lady had not woken up yet, so she walked to the bookcase and prepared to pick up a few economics books.

At this time, a photo caught her attention. There were two women and a little boy. The woman had an elegant and noble figure, so she must be the old lady when she was young. There was also another beautiful lady, and this exquisite little boy. Who was this?

Moreover, Ye Qiao thought in her heart and always felt that this extremely handsome little boy looked a little familiar to her.

"Ms. Ye, please don't touch the old lady's things at will." The nanny next to her gave a kind reminder.

Ye Qiao immediately put the photo back to its place, then took a book, walked to the sofa, and sat down lazily.

She really enjoyed spending time with the old lady, as she felt like she was a family member.

Under the warm yellow light, the woman's hair was scattered, and her white knuckles grasped the dry pages of the book, flipping through them quietly. It was quiet and warm.

"Ye girl, how come you have time to come and see an old lady like me today?" The old lady sitting in a wheelchair was wearing a black cheongsam. Even though she was in her seventies, she was still exquisite and elegant, exuding nobility.

"Old lady, are you joking? How can your work be as important as you?" Ye Qiao looked up, walked over, and covered the old lady with a blanket with a smile. The old lady has always been afraid of cold.

"I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. You came here today just to see an old woman like me, right?" The old lady looked at the woman in front of her with a loving look. She was pretty and capable, just like her daughter. Unfortunately...

"I came to say goodbye to you. I may have to go back to my country for a while." Ye Qiao looked at the absent-minded old lady, with a hint of reluctance in his tone.

"Oh? Are you going back to China?" came the old lady's voice.

"Yes, I'm ready to go back." Ye Qiao nodded, a hint of interest flashed across his eyes. Jiang Wei, your aunt is coming back.

The old lady naturally did not miss Ye Qiao's expression. She thought that she should go back for revenge. As if recalling her experience when she was young, the old lady looked at Ye Qiao with gentle eyes.

"Huaguo, that's the place where I lost her. Come to think of it, I haven't set foot on that land for decades." There was sadness in the old lady's eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao could only remain silent. She only knew that the old lady had a daughter who died unexpectedly when she was young. She didn't expect that she died in China.

"Don't think about those things. They are all trivial matters. Since you are going to China, I have to trouble you with something." The old lady controlled the wheelchair, turned around, and asked the nanny to go to the top floor to get the box.

Soon, an exquisite wooden box appeared on the table. The intricate and gorgeous patterns and the dark red wooden box looked very valuable.

"Take this and give it to someone for me." The old lady fell into memories.

"Who is it?"

"Give it to someone I owe." The old lady's tone was unclear.

She thought back to when she was young. Because of her daughter's departure, she was too paranoid and denied everyone, which hurt many people, especially the little boy.

As they grow older, no matter what, the boy is the only blood of her daughter left in the world.

The old lady felt miserable. Although she had supreme power and money, her most important treasure had died decades ago.

"Grandma, this...how should I give it to him?" After waiting for a long time, the old lady didn't say her name, so Ye Qiao asked in great confusion.

"Don't be anxious. Take it first. When you return to China, you will naturally know who to give it to." The old lady rubbed her eyes and acted sleepy.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk much, Ye Qiao knew that she should leave, "Then I'll take my leave today."

"Have a good trip!" The old lady didn't turn around, but just looked at the green trees outside and spoke softly.

As the woman's figure got farther and farther away until she disappeared from sight, the maid next to her no longer looked gentle and considerate as she had when Ye Qiao was around, and now she exuded a sense of efficiency and tension.

"Master, how can you let this little girl hand over such an important thing to the young master?" The maid's eyes were full of disbelief.

The old lady looked at the leaves outside being blown by the wind, drifting away, and then said, "I believe in her ability."