Without showing any expression, Qi Weiran picked up his phone and said in an ordinary tone, "Xinian is here."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a sleepy, childish voice replied, "Morning, so tired."
Yi Qingju turned her head to look.
Zhang Wei was carrying little Xinian, who was wearing brown overalls, over. His eyes were drooping, and his little head was nodding.
He seed to have no mory of what had happened the previous night.
Yi Qingju heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to take Xinian from Zhang Wei's arms.
Zhang Wei stood behind Qi Weiran and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Sir, we've caught the person."
Qi Weiran nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Am I going to be late for kindergarten?" Xinian played with Yi Qingju's long hair and casually asked.
Yi Qingju nodded, "We won't make it back in ti, so I've asked your teacher for a leave of absence."
Xinian was about to grin, but—
"I told your teacher you'll be going a bit later."
"..."
He looked up at Yi Qingju with an aggrieved expression.
Yi Qingju returned a radiant smile.
[Since I got rained on, I have to tear soone else's umbrella too. Go to school obediently, kiddo.]
Qi Weiran nodded in full agreent.
Although kindergarten doesn't teach calculus, it seems—
Well, there doesn't seem to be a "but."
"Sir, when we get back, I'd like to hire a foreign language tutor for the household."
Xinian looked up and said, "But I'm fluent in eight languages."
Yi Qingju patted his head, "It's not for you."
Qi Weiran guessed what she ant and tapped the table with his finger, looking at her, "You want to learn?"
She nodded resolutely.
[I don't want to know nothing when going abroad. If I don't make an effort to improve myself, how can I set an example for future employees?]
Qi Weiran looked at her, his eyes flashing with approval.
Although Yi Qingju seed out of sorts on the surface—
[Most importantly, with Qi Weiran's nurous overseas assets, what if I get conned when I inherit them one day because I don't understand the language!]
But she was also out of sorts on the inside...
He silently added that sentence.
"I'll help you find soone," he said in a rather resigned tone.
Catching the hint of resignation in his voice, Yi Qingju looked at him curiously, then obediently nodded, "Thank you for the trouble, Sir."
[It seems she really doesn't rember last night's 'sister' incident.]
Qi Weiran: "..." She even gave that accidental event a na.
Thanks, he had finally managed to forget about it.
After returning ho, Auntie Zhang, who had already been inford of the entire incident over the phone, hugged Xinian with tears in her eyes.
Xinian patted her back with his little hand, "Is this the saying 'parted for a day, separated for three autumns'? I was just out playing for a day, and Auntie Zhang missed this much."
Auntie Zhang kissed his soft little face a few tis, holding back her tears as she said, "Yes, without seeing the young master for a day, I felt uneasy everywhere."
Xinian arrogantly raised his chin, "This young master is the dream of nine billion won!"
Yi Qingju's hand was itching to give his little butt a smack.
"Have you had breakfast? I don't know if you could get used to the food from that Z country."
She glanced at Qi Weiran, who was going upstairs to shower and change clothes, and said to Auntie Zhang, "Make so soy milk."
That morning, the servants in the castle had asked her about Qi Weiran's preferences because each ti he ca, he didn't drink the tea or coffee they offered him in the morning.
So Yi Qingju guessed that he probably hadn't had a warm drink this morning either.
When Qi Weiran ca back down after changing into a fresh set of clothes, Yi Qingju took Xinian to kindergarten under the escort of bodyguards.
Auntie Zhang quickly handed him a disposable cup filled with warm soy milk, the sweetened kind.
Qi Weiran took it, "Thank you, Auntie Zhang."
He did feel like having sothing warm.
Auntie Zhang smiled, "Oh, no need to thank . The young madam instructed to make it."
As she spoke, she stepped forward and thrust sothing into his other hand, "And this too. The young madam rummaged through everything to find it as soon as she got back."
Qi Weiran paused mid-step and looked down.
It was a hangover cure.
"I see," he said slowly, tightening his grip on the items in his hands. The warmth seeping through the cup felt cozy, even a bit tingly.
When Zhang Wei and the arriving Wan Sui saw Qi Weiran co out, they exchanged a glance.
What the hell? Was that a smile on Sir's face?
Wan Sui's body suddenly tensed, while Zhang Wei directly looked up at the sun.
This wasn't sunrise in the west.
"Oh, Sir." Suddenly rembering sothing, Zhang Wei stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Young Master Xie has sent soone to ask you to visit tonight. The new drug is ready."
Wan Sui obediently took a step back.
He was Qi Weiran's work assistant, and Zhang Wei, who had grown up in the Qi family since childhood, generally handled the Qi family's private matters.
Qi Weiran nodded and handed the hangover cure to Zhang Wei, asking him to open it.
Zhang Wei lowered his head to comply but froze when he saw what was written on the packaging.
Seeing that it was open, Qi Weiran took it from his hand and ate it directly.
Hmm, it's mango flavored, quite sweet.
Zhang Wei's mouth opened in surprise, "Sir..."
"What is it?"
Qi Weiran glanced at him.
But he promptly closed his mouth again and mumbled, "Nothing... Nothing..."
Zhang Wei slowed his pace, staring at Qi Weiran's back, while Wan Sui patted his shoulder, "What's wrong? Did you suddenly realize you're in love with the Sir?"
Zhang Wei cursed and shoved his hand away, muttering, "I rember Sir hates anything with a mango flavor..."
...
On the other side, after finishing her call with Yi Qingju on Monday and discussing a few things about going to the company later, she began preparing to shower and get ready.
"I never thought there would co a day when I would set foot in the Qi Corporation..."
As she was musing over whether the old man would ascend directly to fart in heaven if he knew, a new ssage suddenly popped up on her phone.
She looked down.
"Huh? Yu Du?"
The chat window with the na 'Yu Mu' appeared.
Yu Mu: My brother asked for your V info, so I gave it to him.
Monday: ?
"Co to think of it, Yu Mu did ntion having a younger brother..."
She had heard that he was a test-tube baby and had health issues as a child, so he was raised in Yu Mu's maternal family's ho. This was never discussed publicly, and even though Zhou Yi was close to Yu Mu, she had only just learned the na of this mysterious younger master of the Yu family.
Driven by curiosity about this young master, Zhou Yi accepted his friend request.
When a guy actively adds a girl's V info, there could only be one reason other than that.
Zhou Yi was a typical noble young lady, so the first thing she considered wasn't the guy's appearance or personality, but rather directly weighing the potential benefits if she married him.
After finding that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, she chose to take the initiative.
Monday: Hello.
A reply ca quickly, and Zhou Yi curved her lips.
Yu Du: Hello, can you give the link for the dress you wore when you visited the Yu family last ti?
Zhou Yi: "..."
Are you serious?!
I've even thought of a na for our child, and this is what you co up with?
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