Xie Jingcheng: "..."

It seems I have no affinity for animals.

Chaochao's dark eyes darted back and forth between the man and the dog, and finally, as if discovering a new continent, she exclaimed: "Brother Jingcheng, you and this dog look so alike!"

The words fell.

"I?"

"Woof?"

The aloof young man raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical.

At the same time, the German Shepherd tilted its head, its eyes full of disdain.

Yu Ci laughed out loud, her eyes slightly upturned, with a hint of schadenfreude: "Hmm, it does look quite similar."

They're not completely unrelated, but they're exactly the same.

Little did he know that Chaochao was starting to scrutinize him, pointing to the Border Collie beside her.

“Brother Yu Ci, you look just like it.”

Yu Ci: "..."

Xie Jingcheng: "Tch."

"Really?" Yu Ci smiled gently. "It just so happens that I really like Border Collies; they're very intelligent dogs."

The Border Collie glanced at him, as if it had been scammed by someone trying to extort money, then lowered its fluffy head to rub against Chaochao's palm.

Yu Ci: "..."

I have a feeling that the animals here have become sentient.

About an hour later, the operating lights went out, and the doctor came out to say that the wound had been stitched up and that the patient just needed to rest and take medication at the clinic.

After leaving the clinic, Chaochao finally returned home.

She even pulled Xie Jingcheng into the villa with her.

Their thoughts were completely naked.

Of course, we'll have dinner together.

As soon as she entered the door, Chaochao ran excitedly towards Huo Qin, "Daddy, Daddy, look! These are pine cones!"

The little dumpling held up a pine cone the size of a fist, head held high and chest puffed out, as if it were a little red flower rather than a fruit. "It was given to me by Mama Squirrel! Because Chaochao is a good child!"

"Yes, then it should be preserved properly."

Huo Qin bent down and placed the pine cones neatly on the cabinet, right next to the antique porcelain worth millions.

Aunt Ning smiled and said, "Chaochao, come wash your hands with Auntie."

Chaochao: "Coming, coming!"

Only the two of them remained in the hall.

Xie Jingcheng nodded to the man on the sofa: "President Huo."

Huo Qin looked at him with his deep gaze and asked cryptically, "Can you handle it?"

Xie Jingcheng was taken aback. He wasn't surprised that President Huo knew about this; on the contrary, he found it strange that President Huo didn't know.

To his surprise, it seemed that President Huo was... concerned about him?

Like an elder to a younger person.

Xie Jingcheng was a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded: "...Okay, not everyone in the company is useless."

When the word "trash" was mentioned, a chilling sarcasm appeared on the boy's lips.

Upon hearing this, Huo Qin nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions.

During the meal, Xie Jingcheng's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated. He glanced at it, then hung up the phone expressionlessly and ate a bite of the stir-fried pork that Chaochao had picked up for him.

About thirty seconds later, the phone started vibrating again. Xie Jingcheng hung up, blocked the number, and turned off the screen in one smooth motion, then calmly swallowed a piece of chicken that Chaochao had picked up for him.

Surprisingly, Chaochao, who was usually focused on eating, noticed and asked in confusion, "Isn't Brother Jingcheng answering his phone?"

“It’s a scam call,” Xie Jingcheng replied.

Chaochao tilted her head and looked at Huo Qin, "Dad, what is fraud?"

Huo Qin: "It means someone wants to cheat you out of your money, so you can't eat candy, you can't have enough to eat, and you can't watch Peppa Pig."

Every time Huo Qin gave an example, his pupils would dilate every morning.

Is this even a life a baby should be living?!

"They're so mean! Brother Jingcheng, never answer the phone again!" The little dumpling said indignantly, clutching her rice bowl tightly as if afraid the rice would fly away along the phone line.

“…Hmm.” Xie Jingcheng barely managed to suppress the smile on his lips.

Huo Qin raised an eyebrow at his youngest daughter, "If someone said he would give you ten candies back, but you had to give him five first, what would you do?"

Chaochao pondered for a moment with a serious expression, and finally said solemnly, "Give it to him."

"..." Huo Qin thought to himself that the little dumpling looked innocent and easy to fool, and in fact she was indeed easy to fool, the kind who would help the seller count the money even after being sold out.

Chaochao's imagination ran wild. "If I give him five candies and he gives me ten more, then I'll have five extra candies! One for Chaochao, one for Daddy, and one for Grandpa..."

As Chaochao counted on her fingers, she realized that she was a real little business genius!

No wonder he's his dad's baby!

The fantasy was beautiful, but Huo Qin ruthlessly shattered it: "No, he lied to you and ran away with your five candies."

The child was completely incredulous.

What about trust between people?

This was the first time Chaochao had experienced the wickedness of society from an adult's perspective.

That day, filled with grief and indignation, I ate an extra half bowl of rice, fearing that one day I might not be able to eat anymore.

After dinner, Xie Jingcheng went to the garden and removed the "scam call" from his blacklist.

The phone rang within a minute.

The man on the other end of the call sounded like he was about to cry: "Mr. Xie, you've finally let me go!"

Xie Jingcheng said coldly, "I told you not to come looking for me after school on weekdays."

Manager Qian Qi was truly speechless with bitterness. Who would have thought that the largest shareholder of the Xie Group's board of directors was Xie Yulin's son, a high school student who had just turned eighteen!

Although the new big boss is young, Qian Qi is still quite intimidated by him. After all, as soon as President Xie took office, he purged the top management and at the same time turned the tide, bringing Xie's Group back from the brink of financial collapse.

No one on the board of directors disagreed with him.

Except for one person.

Qian Qi wiped an unexplained bead of sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Xie, I didn't want to either, but it's mainly because you're not cooperating, and some procedures can't be approved..."

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