Chapter 613: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_5 Chapter 613: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_5 “The Little rmaid raised her shining arms towards God’s sun, feeling the urge to cry for the first ti.
She lowered her head, smiled at the Prince, then joined the other children in the air, riding a rose-colored cloud into the sky: ‘In this way, after three hundred years, we can ascend to Heaven!'”
…
Finished.
Lin Xian placed the fairy tale book on her lap and looked up at the ceiling.
“Huang Que got it wrong.”
No.
Lin Xian shook her head:
“Maybe she deliberately deceived .”
“The book doesn’t say that the Little rmaid imdiately obtained an immortal soul…
Doesn’t she still have to toil for another three hundred years, to contribute another three hundred years of goodness to this world before she can obtain an immortal soul and ascend to Heaven?”
Lin Xian smiled helplessly.
...
Sotis, it’s really hard to say whether such fairy tales are codies or tragedies.
The mind’s state differs.
So does the outco one sees.
“Three hundred years, six hundred years.”
Lin Xian muttered these equally distant figures:
“Hope to see you again.”
Lin Xian stood up and placed “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” in a corner of her desk:
“Even if…
by that ti, you might no longer be called Huang Que.”
Thud thud!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
Was it Brother Wang coming back?
“Co in.”
As Lin Xian spoke, she pressed the door switch, and the office door opened in response.
Tap tap tap.
The first thing to enter the room was a pair of slim legs in high heels.
Familiar.
She looked up.
Zhao Yingjun, wearing an off-white coat and pearl earrings, walked in with a poised and graceful smile:
“Lin Xian, long ti no see.”
Lin Xian’s mouth opened and then closed, and she nodded slightly:
“Indeed…
several months now.”
Tap tap tap.
The sound of high heels continued towards her, and Zhao Yingjun’s gaze still on Lin Xian:
“Not long after the science charity gala last ti, you were seconded by the state for a confidential mission.
It’s been several months since you’ve been back, are you done?”
Lin Xian nodded:
“It’s over.”
Looking at Zhao Yingjun…
she probably doesn’t know about Chu Anqing’s situation.
That makes sense.
People tend to share good news rather than bad news, and Chu Shanhe, knowing the bizarre disappearance of his daughter, probably wouldn’t broadcast it either.
“You’ve co at just the right ti.”
Lin Xian stated:
“I just finished up today, ca here to check on things.”
Zhao Yingjun chuckled:
“I just ran into Brother Wang, he told you were here today, so I said I’d co over to say hi.”
?
Brother Wang again?
Lin Xian vaguely rembered that last ti she had just arrived in this office not too long ago, hadn’t ward her seat, and Zhao Yingjun ca in.
The reason was the sa, she t Brother Wang, Brother Wang told her.
Could Brother Wang be an undercover agent!
Informing Zhao Yingjun as soon as she arrived at the company?
Although…
It wouldn’t be weird if he were undercover, considering that Brother Wang was originally Zhao Yingjun’s man, and even…
The core pillars of this Rhein Company were basically those from MX Company.
To put it nicely, they’re sister companies.
To put it realistically, she and being marginalized weren’t much different; it’s practically an MX branch.
But it doesn’t matter.
Soone else managing the company, soone else earning money for her, Lin Xian didn’t care about position or being sidelined.
She just looked at the financial statents.
As long as there were no losses, as long as it could buy equipnt for Liu Feng, as long as Tem Bank didn’t go bankrupt.
That was her three requirents.
But in fact, Rhein Company’s profits were already very substantial, it’s just that her mind wasn’t on this.
“Hm?”
Zhao Yingjun pocketed her hands, walked to Lin Xian’s desk, and looked at the corner of the desk where there was “Andersen’s Fairy Tales”:
“Are you reading fairy tales?”
“Occasionally.”
“I quite like ‘Andersen’s Fairy Tales.'” Zhao Yingjun’s eyes were sowhat nostalgic as she looked at the book’s brand-new cover:
“I still rember, the first gift I ever received in my life…
probably around the age of three or four.
Maybe there were birthday gifts before that, but I was too young to rember, I can’t recall.”
“The first birthday gift I rember having was a bilingual English and Chinese ‘Andersen’s Fairy Tales’.
My parents had too high expectations, giving such a small child a bilingual fairy tale book…
I barely knew a few Chinese characters, how could I understand English?”
“By the ti I really started reading Andersen’s fairy tales, I was already in primary school, the stories inside were quite good, although not so whimsically exceptional, but for in elentary school, it was like opening a new world.”
Having said that,
she raised her head, blinked her eyes, and looked at Lin Xian:
“Speaking of which…
from Andersen’s fairy tales, do you have a favorite story?”
“‘The Little rmaid'”
Lin Xian blurted out and nodded:
“This piece is quite good.
I think this is what a true fairy tale should be, not too deliberately sensational, it has a beginning, a middle, and an end, and also tells a aningful and allegorical love story.”
“But how do I put it…
as a fairy tale, this story might not be very good, but if you grow older, after experiencing certain things, and revisit it, it really is deeply moving.”
He didn’t know why.
Just like that…
Almost like a reflex, he repeated the words Huang Que once said, as if they were etched in his mind.
He found them very reasonable.
And very moving.
But what moved him the most wasn’t ‘The Little rmaid’ story, but Huang Que’s story, her own words.
Zhao Yingjun was stunned.
Her eyes widened.
Incredulously looking at Lin Xian:
“You…
you actually think exactly like .
You’ve said what I wanted to say…
I don’t even know what to say now.”
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