"You!" Chi Yao’s face reddened and his neck thickened from Xia Wan’an’s sharp retort.
But before he could respond, the cab Xia Wan’an had ordered arrived, and she walked off without a second glance.
Watching Xia Wan’an hunch down to get into the car, a cold glimr passed through Chi Yao’s eyes.
Did this little girl really think she could compete with him? Did she see him as his daughter Chi Mu, who let herself be easily toppled by Xia Wan’an?
He handled the spokesperson matter flawlessly this ti, ensuring that Xia Wan’an wouldn’t escape easily, and that she would have to relinquish her position as the first designer in front of all the shareholders!
He would make sure she understood what "experience counts" ant, and also that you shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew!
...
Han Jingnian had an unavoidable dinner that night, so he couldn’t attend the family dinner at the old house.
These past weeks, Han Jingnian had been coming to the old house for dinner every Monday, but it was Han Zhijin who showed up instead. Surprisingly, this week, Han Zhijin, who hadn’t appeared on any Monday for a month, made his sudden appearance.
Ever since Song Youman got pregnant, she had rarely gone out for late-night parties on Fridays. As Song Youman’s constant companion, if Song Youman didn’t go, Xia Wan’an wouldn’t go either. As a result, her contact with Han Zhijin had significantly decreased during this period.
Seeing Han Zhijin, who had lost a lot of weight, Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but say to him at the dinner table, "Zhijin, why aren’t you eating? Have you been feeling unwell recently? You seem to have lost quite a bit of weight..."
"He isn’t unwell, he unruly indulged himself! Last Friday night, he got so drunk that he slept on the street hugging a trash can! From now on, I’ve made it a rule that he needs to stay at the old house!" It was Han Zhijin’s mother, Lu Yangui, who answered. Her words were filled with anger, apparently driven to frustration by Han Zhijin’s antics.
Xia Wan’an frowned at her sister-in-law’s remarks: "Han Zhijin, you’re going too far."
"See that, An’an, who is just a few months younger than you, knows you have gone too far!" This ti it was the old Madam Han who spoke up.
Han Zhijin hung his head and didn’t utter a word under the scolding of the elders sitting around the table.
Lu Yangui continued, "An’an, do you know any nice girls? Keep an eye out for . Zhijin isn’t getting any younger, and I want him to settle down."
Xia Wan’an was taken aback by these words.
Grandma and big sister-in-law have been urging Han Zhijin to get married before, but Han Zhijin had always been adamant about refusing. How co this topic is back on the table now?
Unable to help herself, Xia Wan’an glanced at Han Zhijin who had started eating quietly: "We should respect Han Zhijin’s wishes on this matter, shouldn’t we?"
"Don’t worry about that, An’an, he has agreed to it," Grandma Han answered with a jovial smile.
Xia Wan’an was even more surprised, she looked incredulously towards Lu Yangui.
Lu Yangui simply smiled and nodded her head: "What Grandma said is true. Zhijin agreed himself, just yesterday. I have already gathered information about nurous girls for him these past few days. We will show it to him later, and he can et with those he likes."
Despite what the grandmother and the sister-in-law had said, Xia Wan’an still asked Han Zhijin, "Really, Han Zhijin?"
Han Zhijin, who was stuffing his mouth with food, paused briefly. He nodded and humd in affirmation before continuing to shove food into his mouth.
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