Chapter 11: Their Own Calculations

While Andy was processing emails in the study, a pair of large hands covered her eyes from behind.

"Guess whose boyfriend is so handsome?"

"Bao Yifan,"

Andy smiled and clapped his hands, "Stop it, I still have an asset report..."

Before he could finish his words, he was turned into an embrace with the fragrance of the earth.

Bao Yifan curled a strand of her hair with his fingertips and said, "I'm hosting a yacht party this weekend. Can you bring all your friends from the 22nd floor?"

Andy looked up as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Will Meng Yanchen go?"

The air froze for two seconds.

"Miss Andy,"

Bao Yifan narrowed his peach blossom eyes and rubbed her chin dangerously with his fingers.

"You actually asked another man in my arms?"

He suddenly bent down and lifted the person onto his shoulders. "It seems I wasn't trying hard enough."

"Put me down!"

Andy patted his back and said, "I have something serious to tell you."

Bao Yifan stuffed her into the leather sofa and put one knee next to her legs.

He rested his head on her lap and said, "Ms. Andy, Meng Yanchen is really boring. He has an icy face all day long and speaks as if he is going to die."

He blinked, leaned over to Andy, and gently stroked her lips.

"Believe me, he is definitely not as suitable for you as me. Only I can bring you happiness~"

Andy was amused by him and gently pushed the furry head away.

"Be serious. Do you know Meng Yanchen? Does he... have a girlfriend?"

"Tsk,"

Bao Yifan loosened his tie and slumped beside him. "The Wannian Widow King hangs out with Xiao Yixiao all day. If it weren't for the constant women around Xiao Yixiao, we would all suspect that he was..."

He held up a finger and then suddenly made a curved gesture.

Andy flipped through the photos on his phone and got straight to the point.

"A few days ago, Meng Yanchen gave Sister Fan a Hermès bag and even drove her back home personally."

Bao Yifan stared at the orange gift box in the photo and whistled.

"An apology gift of nearly three million?"

He stared at Andy with wide eyes, "You mean, they..."

"They're definitely not together yet."

Andy shook his head. "But I think... they're quite suitable for each other. Let them interact more?"

"Is it appropriate?"

Bao Yifan looked confused and didn't see any fit at all. Is the investor's vision so strange?

He scratched his brow, trying to break Andy's fantasy.

"Didn't you say that a while ago there was a guy named Chen pursuing her?"

Andy frowned, "Sister Fan has suffered too much since Wang Baichuan and Qu Lianjie."

She paused and continued, "As for that guy named Chen, I heard from Sister Fan that he's too cunning and not really suitable."

Bao Yifan looked at his girlfriend's worried expression and rubbed her eyebrows.

"How about this? I'll call Meng Yanchen. I happen to have a project I want to discuss with him recently. You take the girls on the 22nd floor with you."

He paused and warned seriously, "But don't get your hopes up too much. You know Meng Yanchen's mother, she has eyes on the top of her head. Few people can stand the mess that Fan Shengmei's family has."

Andy nodded, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Bao Yifan kissed her forehead lovingly, "Okay, don't think too much. We've paved the way for her, and the rest depends on whether they are destined to be together."

After saying that, he suddenly picked up Andy and held him horizontally.

"Now, Mrs. Bao should rest~"

"Bao Yifan! My email hasn't arrived yet..."

The bedroom door was kicked shut, and the protest was shut outside the bedroom door——

—

Fan Shengmei hasn't answered Chen Jiakang's calls for several days.

She thought her rejection was obvious enough, but Chen Jiakang didn't seem to care about her indifference and instead became even more aggressive.

For several days in a row, gifts kept appearing at her workstation out of nowhere.

More than 2,000 skin care products, more than 3,000 bird's nests, and different flowers every day.

Chen Jiakang seemed certain that these things were already "valuable" in Fan Shengmei's eyes and were enough to impress her.

What made her even more embarrassed was that he would send gifts directly to the company's front desk from time to time, and specifically told the receptionist,

"Please pass it on to Miss Fan and tell her it's from Mr. Chen."

Soon, the whole company knew that a man named Chen Jiakang was madly pursuing Fan Shengmei.

Some people teased her enviously, "Sister Fan, you are so lucky to be so willing to spend money."

Some people also said sarcastically, "Tsk, it seems that Sister Fan has hooked a real sponsor this time?"

The rumors were getting more and more, and Fan Shengmei finally couldn't stand it anymore and sent a message to Chen Jiakang.

"Mr. Chen, thank you for your kindness. Please don't send anything to the company anymore."

As soon as the message was sent, the phone rang.

"Shengmei, are you finally willing to pay attention to me?"

Chen Jiakang's voice was tinged with laughter. "Am I being too rash? Doudou has been clamoring to see Aunt Fan these past few days..."

Fan Shengmei pinched her eyebrows.

Of course she remembered the five-year-old girl who timidly tugged at her clothes and called her "Mom" when they met last time.

Chen Jiakang knew exactly how to poke her soft spot - compared to expensive gifts, this kind of sentimental card really made her waver.

"I've been very busy with work lately." She heard herself respond dryly.

"I understand."

Chen Jiakang immediately responded, "I took Doudou to the newly opened aquarium this weekend. The child kept saying that he wanted to be with you..."

"Let's talk about it later."

Fan Shengmei hung up in a hurry, and her pale face was reflected on the glass curtain wall.

He was in his thirties, burdened with a mortgage back home, and had a brother who could cause trouble at any time.

Chen Jiakang calculated that she was not in a position to be picky - he had a house and a car, and was the boss of a chemical company in Wenzhou. Apart from having to take care of a child, his conditions were indeed better than any man she had met before.

Chen Jiakang knew very well that a woman like Fan Shengmei was more suitable to be the stepmother of his child than those young and beautiful girls who required a lot of money to please.

She longs for family, stability, and a man she can rely on.

And how could Fan Shengmei not know what he was planning?

She didn't refuse directly, but she was not sure if she could meet someone better.

Her original family was like a thorn in her heart, making her lack the confidence to refuse.

The phone vibrated, and Qu Xiaoxiao sent a message.

[Sister Fan, Chen Jiakang said you weren't answering the phone? He specifically asked me to ask if you were free this weekend.]

Fan Shengmei bit her lower lip.

Chen Jiakang's original target was Qu Xiaoxiao, but when he later heard that the daughter of the Qu family looked down on him, she immediately turned her firepower towards him, and he felt a subtle pain.

She knew clearly that Chen Jiakang was not the best candidate, but what she was more afraid of was that if she missed him, would she be able to meet someone better?

She is no longer young, and reality forces her to consider practical issues.

She originally wanted to leave Chen Jiakang alone and wait for him to give up, so that she could at least comfort herself.

"It's not that I missed it, it's that he gave up."

But Chen Jiakang's pursuit became more and more intense, even putting her in a strange state of tension.

Neither willing to accept nor dare to reject it outright.

To use the words of today's young people, she seemed to treat him as "a fish in her pond."

Sadly, there was only this one fish in her pond.

What's even more tragic is that she didn't even have the courage and confidence to give up the fish decisively.

——Because she didn't dare to cut off every retreat route easily.

As Fan Shengmei walked out of the company, she ran into Chen Jiakang who was leaning against the car waiting for her.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally walked towards him, completely unaware of the black Lincoln parked not far away...