"Mom..." Before Lǔ Zhenhai could say anything more, he heard her shout angrily, "Get out—"
"Mom!" Xu Àiqín unwillingly and angrily interrogated, "You're not bringing it out now, do you want to leave it for that wretched girl?"
"It's my business who I want to leave it to, not your concern! If you don't leave, I'll call someone!"
Seeing Lǐ Yuè'é's agitated state, coughing repeatedly, Lǔ Zhenhai pulled Xu Àiqín and forcibly dragged her out of the ward.
"Alright, why are you shouting at Mom? If you really make Mom upset, we won't get anything she has on her hands either!"
"Why wouldn't we get anything?" Xu Àiqín's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness. "The old lady is dead. As her only son, inheriting her property should be a matter of course, shouldn't it?"
She wished the old lady would just die already, so she wouldn't have to run to the hospital every few days.
"I'm afraid she has already made a will in advance!" Lǔ Zhenhai lowered his voice. "Even if she hasn't made a will, don't forget, Qing Yan is about to turn eighteen. Once her birthday is over, if the old lady transfers everything to her name, we won't get anything!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Àiqín instantly felt it made sense!
No, she had to make sure the old lady leaves what she has to Lǔ Zhenhai or Yáo Yáo before Qing Yan's birthday!
That wretched girl must not get the upper hand!
"Let's go." Lǔ Zhenhai held Xu Àiqín's hand and sighed. "We'll come back when the old lady has calmed down."
"Don't pull me, it looks bad in public."
The two of them took a few steps forward and noticed Lǔ Mùyáo still standing in place, her eyes filled with teary grievances.
Lǔ Zhenhai turned around in confusion. "Mùyáo, what's wrong with you?"
Tears welled up in Lǔ Mùyáo's eyes, and she pitifully said, "Grandma only cares about sister... It's because I didn't do well enough, I'm not good enough to make Grandma like me. Dad, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you..."
As she said that, her voice carried a strong sob.
Lǔ Zhenhai's heart twinged, and he walked over to comfort her. "It's not your fault. You've done well enough. It's Qing Yan. I don't know what methods she used..."
They must have constantly showered the old lady with attention and affection. The old lady was most susceptible to that!
"We were busy and didn't come. We let people take advantage." That's what Lǔ Zhenhai thought.
Lǔ Mùyáo lifted her teary eyes and asked innocently, "Is it enough if I learn from sister, visit Grandma frequently, even if Grandma scolds and hits me, I silently endure it? Will she start to like me then? If that's the case, I'll come every day!"
"What did you learn from that dead girl? She's not even worth a single strand of your hair!" Xu Aiqin stepped forward and took her hand. "Let's go home. Mom has someone preparing some bird's nest soup for you to replenish..."
"We can't go home yet. I have an idea..." Lu Zhenhai suddenly leaned in close to Xu Aiqin's ear and whispered.
...
Qing Yan had just arrived at the entrance of the company when a few people rushed up to her.
"Hello, Miss Qing Yan. I'm Xiao Yang, assistant to Vice President of the Huaguo Fashion Association and renowned designer Cui Yu. I was wondering if you have a moment to talk?"
The person speaking was a girl in her twenties, who seemed to have just graduated from university and still had a youthful look on her face.
"Go ahead," Qing Yan's tone was calm, and her expression remained composed.
Xiao Yang was taken aback. According to common sense, this girl should have been surprised upon hearing Cui Yu's title, right?
But the girl appeared indifferent, as if she had seen the world...
Now Xiao Yang felt a bit awkward and quickly explained, "Well, you see, during the national design competition, you accompanied Designer Yin, and your design talent caught the eye of President Cui. She said it would be a waste for you to remain just an assistant and wants to personally mentor you, allowing you to shine and excel in the field of design! Are you interested?"
"A vice president of an association has the audacity to come and poach?"
At that moment, a polite, bespectacled man stepped forward and introduced himself, "Hello, Miss Qing Yan. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Xiao Jin, the secretary to the Honorary President of the Asian Fashion Organization, Lin Hao. I would like to invite you to join our united and friendly organization..."
"Hello, Miss Qing. I'm the editor-in-chief of an international fashion magazine..."
As they took turns stating their intentions, before Qing Yan had a chance to refuse, He Ning appeared.
"President Qing, I heard you were here. I have something urgent to discuss... Oh, who's this?" He Ning looked puzzled at the seven or eight people in front of him.
The seven or eight people also froze, and in unison, they asked, "Qing, President Qing???"
Wasn't she just an assistant to Designer Yin?
Why did it sound like she had quite a significant background?
"President Qing, are you discussing business with them?" He Ning thought he might be interrupting and looked at Qing Yan, whispering softly, "Should we invite them up? Are they all from the same company? Or from different companies?"
Judging from their attire, they didn't seem to belong to the same group...
Lately, there had been many people coming to discuss collaborations with them...
"Isn't this the assistant to Designer Yin?" one of the people couldn't help but ask He Ning.
He Yan was stunned for a moment. "No, President Qing was just accompanying Designer Yin to the competition, giving her courage and confidence. President Qing is the head of our company..."
Suddenly, everyone understood. No wonder this young girl didn't accept the olive branch they extended. With her talent, Dawn Headquarters must have offered her a generous salary, right? That would be the only way to keep her devoted to this place...
"Miss Qing Yan, if you're willing to join our organization, the compensation we offer is three times what you're currently getting..."
"We can offer five times!"
"What we can provide is fame and status! We believe you also have a passion for this industry and want to shine in the field of design, which is why you chose to stay in this company, right?"
"Instead of staying in such a small company, it would be better for you to go out and let everyone see your design talent!"
"You must have heard of our Chairman Cui Yu's reputation, right?"
Oh, she hadn't heard of it.
"I'm just doing a summer job," Qing Yan said calmly, "I don't plan on shining."
The only thing she probably truly loved was medical research.
"Well, here's my business card. If you change your mind one day, feel free to give me a call, no matter how late or even on weekends. I'll answer!"
"Me too! Here's my contact information."
"And mine."
One by one, they left their business cards.
Out of courtesy, Qing Yan reached out and took them, and after they left, she asked her assistant beside her, "Did they have something to talk to me about?"
"President Qing, it's like this..." He Ning hadn't even spoken when suddenly someone called President Qing's name.
He turned towards the voice and saw a Mercedes-Benz S680 parked at the entrance of their company. A middle-aged man got out of the car, exuding confidence. Clearly, he was a wealthy individual.
"Yan Yan, Dad has something to discuss with you."