The shalessness of this person is beyond my imagination.
Yue Qingqing was utterly amazed.
Not even as decent as the last ti I saw him, at least there was so semblance of dignity then.
Jiang Jingze looked indifferent, "I have no ti."
He would never admit that this man is Qingqing’s father.
Does he even deserve it?
Seeing the two about to leave, Li Fuhong hurriedly stopped them, recalling his intentions.
"Qingqing, even if you don’t recognize , I at least gave birth to you. Just help your dad this once."
Again with the "gave you life" argunt.
Generally, qualified parents wouldn’t use this line to demand anything.
In fact, those who love to wield this phrase often have nothing else to offer.
Yue Qingqing waved distantly at Qian Zhengxin.
Old Qian imdiately nodded with a smile.
Li Fuhong sighed in relief, "That’s right, what deep animosity could exist between father and daughter? After all, you are my..."
Before he could finish, Yue Qingqing took out her phone and dialed a number.
The phone in Old Qian’s pocket rang.
The elder looked at the caller ID with a puzzled expression.
But he still answered the call.
"You girl, calling when we’re so close? You certainly don’t save on phone bills. Is this a trend among young people?"
Anyway, Qian Zhengxin couldn’t quite understand.
Yue Qingqing spoke gently, "I should have co to greet you, but today isn’t convenient. If you are still here in the upcoming days, I’ll host a al for you."
Old Qian, wise with age, imdiately understood.
"I’m also quite busy lately, have to fly back soon. When you return to Beijing later, contact . I’ll treat you."
"Let’s settle on that then."
Seeing that Old Qian got her aning, Yue Qingqing hung up and turned to leave.
Li Fuhong’s face turned pale, and he chased a couple of steps forward.
Before he could catch up, he heard Jiao Lei’s exclamation behind him.
He had to turn back.
Jiao Lei pleaded urgently, "You just arrived, how can you leave so soon? At least stay and let us take you to try the local cuisine, whether the business proceeds or not, the relationship still matters."
Old Qian savored Yue Qingqing’s earlier words.
Yue Qingqing possesses a rare calmness for soone young, if not for past grievances, it’s unlikely for such proximity to lead to awkward phone greetings.
It seems Li Fuhong’s words need reconsideration.
Thinking of this, Old Qian smiled and said, "Suddenly rembered an ergency at the company. Let’s et next ti."
"et next ti" is adult social jargon, in truth everyone understands there likely won’t be a next ti.
Li Fuhong ran over in a less dignified manner, trying to stop Old Qian from leaving.
"If there’s any misunderstanding, I can explain. You can’t just cancel our collaboration because of these accidents."
Qian Zhengxin stopped, "Mr. Li, let be clear, there are many businesses we can partner with. It’s not necessarily you. Doing business is like making friends; it also depends on fate. I think our fate isn’t ripe yet."
Old Qian’s words stunned Qian Zhengxin in place.
He could only watch as the other left.
Li Fuhong’s face gradually turned sinister.
"Yue Qingqing!"
Each word seed squeezed through clenched teeth, showing his extre hatred towards Yue Qingqing.
Now he sowhat believes Zhuang Rouhui’s prior words.
This cursed girl was born to be their nesis.
The company’s decline started because of her, and now she’s ruined his business again.
He stared hatefully in Yue Qingqing’s direction as she left.
One day, if this girl ever falls into his hands, he won’t consider any kinship or affection; he must make her pay back double.
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