Wen Lin is only 21 years old this year, a senior in college, but she has already started to gradually take over so of the Wen Family’s industries. Her astonishing talent in business also makes Mr. Wen appreciate her very much.
Many tis, he has praised Wen Lin for resembling him when he was young.
Of course, he also has regrets, thinking that Wen Lin is a girl and will eventually get married, which gives others so reassurance, prompting their own children to study hard and learn early, in hopes of one day becoming the Wen Family’s leader.
Unfortunately, as it stands, Wen Lin is still the most cherished by Mr. Wen.
Wen Lin pushed Mr. Wen’s wheelchair down from upstairs.
Once Mr. Wen appeared in everyone’s sight, the lively conversations quieted down for a mont. Then Mr. Wen beca the center of attention, and everyone went to congratulate him on his birthday.
The Wen Family, considering Mr. Wen’s age and inability to host too many people, only invited families that had good relationships with him. There were only about a dozen guests present, all of whom were prominent figures in Beijing.
The Qin Family is also close to the Wen Family, and since Qin Guangtao couldn’t make it, he sent Qin Chi Jin.
Cheng Lie, however, was personally invited by Mr. Wen.
Upon Qin Chi Jin and Cheng Lie’s arrival, he conversed with others while occasionally observing Cheng Lie.
"Look here, the Wen Family has several daughters. I wonder if there’s anyone you fancy?"
As soon as Qin Chi Jin arrived, he surveyed the female guests present but found only a few—either too young or already married accompanying their husbands.
It was truly unfortunate. But indeed, in such a small circle, for so many years, he hadn’t found a woman he fancied, and probably never would.
Cheng Lie rely cast him a cold glance.
Receiving his warning gaze, Qin Chi Jin laughed: "I know, you like that little girl, right? I’m just teasing you."
Because of Zhao Pan, Qin Chi Jin completely understood Cheng Lie’s feelings.
As a seasoned senior, he really didn’t get it—whether Cheng Lie truly liked that person or not.
If he truly liked her, why hadn’t he confessed yet? It made him anxious just watching.
Cheng Lie didn’t seem like the shy or timid type either.
Qin Chi Jin had gossiped with Zhao Pan too, but unfortunately, Zhao Pan rely speculated that Cheng Lie felt the girl was still young, making it inappropriate to make a move.
This...
She’s already eighteen, not so primary school kid, so why...
Qin Chi Jin shook his head.
He went to chat with others while Cheng Lie moved to a nearby corner.
He occasionally glanced at Cheng Lie, soon noticing many young ladies gazing at him too.
Today, Cheng Lie attended the formal event in a suit. Being a natural clothes hanger, his formal attire added a touch of maturity and steadiness, while his appearance remained handsoly aloof.
This cold yet aristocratic deanor couldn’t help but captivate other girls.
Qin Chi Jin sighed. Indeed, Cheng Family’s pampering all these years wasn’t in vain as Cheng Lie’s deanor was polished to perfection.
Sadly, this person was like an emotionless block of wood, and these surrounding girls were bound to feel disheartened.
Even though Cheng Lie was attractive and caught the attention of the nearby girls, his icy, unapproachable aura deterred them from getting close.
Besides, they’ve never seen this person before, so they could only whisper among themselves.
At this mont, Mr. Wen also noticed Cheng Lie and looked towards Wen Lin: "Ah Lin, help grandpa call that young man over."
Upon hearing this, Wen Lin followed Mr. Wen’s gaze and saw Cheng Lie amidst the crowd.
While everyone was seizing the opportunity to converse, he alone stood in the corner, unmoved like a green mountain.
That man was leisurely holding a glass of wine, the crystal chandelier reflecting off the glass and casting a shallow light on his face, making him seem to radiate. Perhaps handso people are like this—radiating even in the corners.
The hustle and bustle around him didn’t fit him, yet the surroundings had no impact on him at all.
Thump thump thump—
Wen Lin heard her heartbeat, so loud that it seed to deafen her.
"Ah Lin, did you hear ? It’s that young man drinking over there, go and call him over." Mr. Wen couldn’t help but frown. When did this granddaughter of his start daydreaming like this?
Hearing Mr. Wen’s voice again, Wen Lin snapped out of it: "Okay, grandpa, I’ll go call him right away."
Wen Lin walked toward Cheng Lie, feeling more nervous the closer she got.
He was really good-looking. Up close, she couldn’t find a single flaw on his face.
Though his deanor felt a bit gloomy and cold, no wonder Huang Sitong and a few others, normally so lively, only dared to watch from afar without approaching.
He was like an iceberg, intimidating at a glance.
But she wasn’t afraid.
She’s always been fearless, daring to pursue whatever she set her sights on.
When she reached Cheng Lie, her nervousness was gone. She looked confidently at the boy before her: "Hello, my grandpa wants you to co over."
Her face was bright with a smile, trying to make her voice sound gentle.
Cheng Lie responded by lifting his eyes to glance at the girl before him.
So this was the second Miss of the Wen Family.
The glance made Wen Lin slightly nervous again.
This man’s dark eyes were as cold as he himself was, making it impossible to gauge what he was thinking.
It was hard to imagine this expression coming from soone so young.
Cheng Lie put down his wine glass and followed Wen Lin to Mr. Wen.
Upon seeing Cheng Lie, Mr. Wen beca a little excited.
"Young man, we et again. I’m truly grateful for you designing such a wheelchair for . It’s much more comfortable now, and I no longer feel back pains after sitting for a couple of hours like before."
"As long as you find it comfortable, it’s nothing much." Cheng Lie replied with a smile.
Wen Lin listened beside him, thinking that so this is the man who designed her grandpa’s chair. She had heard that her grandpa said sitting in this chair was more comfortable.
Unexpectedly, this man was quite capable.
Wen Lin gave Cheng Lie another look.
Mr. Wen finally understood why Wen Lin seed so out of sorts today.
Looking at Cheng Lie again, the young man’s expression was sternly composed. Hmm... he previously learned that he worked under the Qin Family and was only eighteen this year.
So young to be working under the Qin Family, he likely doesn’t co from a notable family background? Yet, his deanor at today’s birthday banquet was calm and poised, speaking with him without any sign of unease. Truly, a talent worth cultivating.
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