Chen Pingsheng was busy until the afternoon before he returned to the company.
Initially, he planned to call Chu Qiuyan back for a chat, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.
Seems like this girl found a boyfriend in Guangdong, and the guy's family background is quite impressive.
At her age, it's about ti to talk about marriage.
As ti goes by, the golden single girls of the group will also start settling down and becoming moms one by one.
Lin Qiunan, seeing him return to the headquarters office without anything urgent to handle, casually brought up Jiang Peiyao.
"Chen, the matter you asked to investigate about the little cousin has results."
"What's the verdict? Does she like won?"
"No."
Thinking of Jiang Peiyao always evokes a sense of "the girl next door growing up." This little lass ca to work for him when she wasn't even eighteen.
Now, she's already twenty-three, soon to be twenty-four.
"So, she has soone she likes?"
"Indeed, but it's soone she can't openly admit to liking."
"Who could it be, soone she can't admit? Who is it?" Chen Pingsheng asked curiously.
Lin Qiunan gestured with his eyes—the person is you.
"That joke isn't funny at all!"
"It's not a joke; it's the truth—it's you."
Chen Pingsheng's relaxed deanor faded away. He'd never considered such a possibility before, so he hadn't paid attention.
Thinking about it now, it seed very plausible. With the little cousin's top-tier beauty in the entertainnt industry, combined with her perfect purity and clean reputation, it's safe to say that any elite family wouldn't refuse such a girl.
Yet she's avoided relationships entirely over the past four or five years, never showing interest in the topic.
Actually, everything was already quite clear.
Ironically, the person who has been urging her most about finding a partner is him, which probably feels like a thousand emotional hits to her every ti.
Handling this situation would be tricky!
"Do you have any good ideas?" Chen Pingsheng directly asked Lin Qiunan.
Lin Qiunan thought for a mont and said, "If it were sothing else, I might have advice. But matters of the heart are really beyond anyone's control; I don't know what the best way to deal with this would be."
Not to ntion her—Chen Pingsheng himself felt it was a bit of a dilemma.
Talking about it directly with the little cousin might result in her fleeing before he even gets the chance to say anything.
It wasn't a topic he could bring up with Song Yanxi, either—it would only embarrass the little cousin further.
After thinking it over repeatedly, he decided the best approach was to let the matter quietly rest.
To confirm things, Chen Pingsheng called Jiang Peiyao and asked her where she was currently. If she wasn't in Hengdian yet, she could co over to his place for a chat.
In the entertainnt industry, Jiang Peiyao had always lacked any ambitions for power struggles.
She would work if a project ca her way; if not, she'd rest.
Nobody would foolishly try to steal her roles, and she herself never used her "brother-in-law" status to demand resources.
With her top-tier beauty and stellar family background, yet holding a third-tier status in the industry, she could still sit in the front row at any major entertainnt event.
That was just her—an unpretentious and kind-hearted girl.
Jiang Peiyao was still driving the white Rolls-Royce he had gifted her, using it for three or four years now.
Her ho was at Bund Community. When her elder cousin was around, she rarely returned; only after her cousin left did she begin visiting more often.
This little girl was hiding her feelings quite well.
When Jiang Peiyao went out, she didn't even wear a mask. If people recognized her, she'd cheerfully sign autographs and take pictures with them.
Her career hadn't progressed as well as the rising star Shen Wanning, though.
She herself didn't mind either way.
In Chen Pingsheng's eyes, twenty-sothing Jiang Peiyao was still like a kid just coming of age.
When she arrived at the top-floor office, Chen Pingsheng was still searching for his tin of Dahongpao tea.
"Peiyao, are you still in touch with Shen Wanning?"
"Of course! We've always had a great relationship."
"Look at her—she entered the industry after you, yet now she's almost an A-lister. If you stay stuck at the third tier much longer, others might not even want to hang out with you anymore."
"True friends aren't based on sothing like that."
Well…this girl really didn't have much ambition to be a big na in the entertainnt industry.
Chen Pingsheng asked her, "I noticed you're still driving that white Rolls-Royce. Aren't you bored of it? Your cousin recently bought a red LaFerrari—why not take it as a gift and drive it instead?"
"No way. Even if I had the money myself, I'd stick with the Rolls-Royce because I genuinely like it."
Jiang Peiyao was a bit stubborn.
She was firm as a rock, so Chen Pingsheng simply gave up on persuading her. So things were easier left unsaid; addressing them would only bring awkwardness, and making promises to his little cousin wasn't an option for him.
"Alright, alright—there's sothing this sumr that I may need your help with."
"Brother-in-law, you actually need a favor from ?"
"Of course." Chen Pingsheng said, "It's nothing major, just about my younger daughter. You know her situation, right? Spending money cos easy for her—no big deal there.
"But what's more concerning is her attitude, thinking every person in the world is wealthy. At first, I considered taking her to a factory during sumr vacation to give her so perspective. But then I realized it wouldn't be appropriate—what could a girl of her age possibly do in a factory?"
"So, after much thought, I decided to let her be a small-ti extra in the entertainnt industry instead, to experience how hard ordinary life can be."
His younger daughter, plump and adorably chubby, had a carefree attitude toward spending money, completely oblivious to its real value.
If he didn't let her experience the struggles of the average person, she might never understand the difficulty of earning it.
Initially thinking the matter was serious, Jiang Peiyao realized it basically boiled down to letting the younger daughter beco a background actor. With Tengying Entertainnt's resources, she could join whichever production she wanted.
"Brother-in-law, if you don't go in person, I doubt anyone will be able to rein her in. If she blurts out once, 'My dad is Chen Pingsheng,' not just the director but the producers too would have to comply."
"Don't worry—I'm definitely going with her."
Chen Pingsheng said, "Without there, no one would be able to manage her."
April was fast approaching, and sumr vacation wasn't far off.
Upon hearing he planned to head to Hengdian too, Jiang Peiyao seed genuinely glad.
Over the past few days, Chen Pingsheng had been pondering the idea of starting a side business. As Didi rides had lost their novelty...
Food delivery wasn't feasible either, so his thoughts returned to his previous plan: opening a late-night bar again.
With the motto "I have wine, you have stories," people could co to share their tales.
It wouldn't operate for long hours—only one hour a day, open for three nights a week, and closed for two.
Not only would he run the business as the bar owner, but he'd also bring along the spoiled brat.
As for the overly puffed-up household president, Er Piya, she had gotten so full of herself it was absurd.
Even her own mother couldn't call her "Er Ya" anymore—she had to address her as "Grand-Central President."
The antics almost made Song Yanxi lose her temper, grabbing a broom to chase her around the house.
But Er Piya was sothing else, pulling out a perfect score sheet from her massive backpack trio.
"What my sister can't achieve, I can."
"What my sister can't bring ho, I will."
"What my sister can't accomplish, I'll handle."
With her hands in her pockets, Er Piya acted as if rivals didn't exist.
Song Yanxi put down the broom. Although the young girl loved to show off, her grades made it impossible for the family to complain.
Apparently, her casual attitude didn't hold her back—she always scored perfectly.
Anger quickly dissipated from Song Yanxi's face.
Er Piya strode around with her chubby figure and dramatic steps, shaking her tiny curled locks.
"Loneliness...is also a kind of solitude."
The grand-central president went back to her livestream gig, striking poses full of flair without doing much else—rely basking in the adoration of tens of thousands of fans in her chatroom.
This little girl had truly floated off to cloud nine.
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