"If you don't mind, I will accept you as my godson, and you will take care of me in my old age and see me to the end of my life." said the stepmother.
She never had any children of her own and treated Ning Cai as her own.
She likes leisure very much.
This kind of liking is the liking that elders have for their younger generations.
The first time she saw Chen Xian, she felt that Chen Xian was like an exquisite blue and white porcelain, delicate and gentle.
"Why don't you call me godmother!" Ning Zheng said with a stern face.
"Brother Xian, shout quickly, we're a family from now on. I feel so safe with you protecting me." Ning Yuan shouted loudly beside him.
A look of tenderness appeared in Ning Cai's eyes. She felt that this scene was so heartwarming.
Seeing his stepmother looking at him expectantly, Shen Xian couldn't refuse, so he stood up and toasted: "Hello, godmother!"
My stepmother laughed heartily: "Hahaha, good, good, good!"
"You don't know your godmother's full name yet, right?" asked my stepmother.
Shen Xian nodded.
"My full name is Nayuta Dizhenqing. This was my ancestor's surname when he was still in the Plain Yellow Banner. Later, we felt it was too complicated, so we changed it to Naqing," said Naqing.
Nayuttha is the surname and Dizhenqing is the name.
What a domineering name.
Almost at the same time.
A hotel.
Bang!
An Yuxia slapped the table hard: "Zhou Wan!"
"You want to be with Chen Xian, unless I die!"
"Otherwise it will never be possible in my lifetime!"
Chen Xian's actions made An Yuxia extremely angry, so angry that even her usual demeanor and calmness disappeared.
Meng Yanzhou was also nearby. Seeing this, he quickly stood up and poured water for An Yuxia: "Auntie, calm down. Being angry is not good for your health."
An Yuxia took a sip of water and then her face darkened: "Our An family has completely lost face this time!"
“Especially Chen Xian openly challenged our An family!”
Zhou Wan also stood up: "Then do you think that what Shen Xian said is right? If you didn't have a problem, would Shen Xian say it?"
"It's a rebellion, it's a rebellion!" An Yuxia was so angry that she threw the bowl and chopsticks in front of her heavily on the ground, "The wings are hard, and the arms are bent outward!"
It's a mess.
An Wen just sat there, not saying a word, with no intention of trying to persuade him at all.
Zhou Wan sneered: "If you lose, you lose. There is no point in getting angry when you are not as skilled as others. Only incompetence will lead to rage!"
Zhou Wan's attack power was also very strong, and she continued, "There are five billionaire directors, and all the top students were mobilized, but in the end, Chen Xian managed to turn the tide. Unexpected, right?"
An Wen's eyelids twitched, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Enough!"
Zhou Wan was not afraid at all, he turned around, took out his cell phone and shook it: “Remember, next time you see Shen Xian, you must respectfully call him Brother Xian!”
At the last dinner, the two of them made a bet, which was recorded by Zhou Wan.
"I think there's something wrong with your brain." An Wen stood up and approached Zhou Wan, "Give me the phone."
Zhou Wan chuckled: "So what if I give it to you? How do you know if I have a backup?"
After An Yuxia finished her rage, she sat back in her chair and looked at Zhou Wan sarcastically: "Didn't Chen Xian want to participate in the compilation of textbooks? I tell you very clearly that it's impossible!"
"Let him give up on this idea!"
Zhou Wan was not interested in these things. She grabbed her handbag and prepared to go out.
An Yuxia said again: “Zhou Wan, let me advise you again, if you continue to get entangled with Chen Xian, then don’t blame me for taking action.”
Zhou Wan turned around and looked at his mother indifferently: "If you do anything to Chen Xian, don't blame me for breaking off all ties with you."
An Yuxia sneered: "I won't do anything to Chen Xian, but I will do something to the welfare home where he works. He should care about the director of the welfare home, right?"
Zhou Wan's pupils shrank.
"Tong Xuegui, female, 66 years old, is the director of Nanzhou City Welfare Home. She has already reached retirement age, and the local government has been re-employing her. It is reasonable for me to say hello and fire her, right?" An Yuxia said with a sneer and threw a stack of materials to Zhou Wan.
It was the personal information of the dean’s mother.
"In addition, I want to check the accounts of Nanzhou City Welfare Institute. It should be very simple. I believe that the director of a welfare institute would not embezzle money. However, after so many years of accounting transactions, there must be incomplete procedures, lack of fund management, and inadequate supervision. It should be easy for me to punish her and ruin her reputation, right?" An Yuxia spoke again.
Zhou Wan was shocked.
Nanzhou City Welfare Institute is a non-profit organization. In addition to donations from Chen Xian, it has also received government grants and donations from people from all walks of life over the years.
If we really check the accounts, there will definitely be problems.
No institution can pat its chest and say that there are no problems with its accounts.
Even if not a penny goes into your pocket, there will always be mistakes.
Many times, inspectors at all levels are aware of this, so they turn a blind eye to these omissions and simply pass them over.
But if you really want to be serious, you can find the answer accurately.
Even if the dean's mother was fired, she could still live a good life with the help of Shen Xian, but she is already old, and if she is punished, it would really be a disgrace to her later years.
How will others see her then?
"When the time comes, let the local disciplinary inspection commission intervene, and then include it in the typical cases, and make a county-wide or even city-wide report. Do you think it would be interesting?" Having taken the initiative, An Yuxia calmed down, looked at Zhou Wan, and spoke with a sneer.
Zhou Wan's anger accumulated to the extreme.
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