Huo Jingnan grasped Pei Nian's hand and chuckled, "If you need my help, I'll do my best to help!"
"There are still places where we need you." Lin Zhaojiang smiled slightly and looked at Pei Nian. "The He family's security is very famous. As far as I know, they spend a third of their family income on security work."
"Oh?" Pei Nian chuckled. "Perhaps this is the problem of the rich. With so much money, they're afraid of being coveted, so they hire more bodyguards."
"Yes, not only are they afraid of people eyeing their money, but they are also afraid of people harming them, especially that Mrs. He."
Lin Zhaojiang's gaze held a deeper meaning. "Mrs. He needs female bodyguards, and the He family is currently looking for a reliable person to help train them. I hope... that person is you."
Pei Nian paused for a moment, then nodded. "I understand." She turned to Huo Jingnan and smiled gently. "This requires the help of the Huo family's young master! If someone from the Huo family makes a recommendation, the He family won't refuse!"
"Of course," Lin Zhaojiang smiled. "Once you're in the He family, you'll have to keep an eye on He Yining's every move."
*
Just as Pei Nian said, things were progressing quite smoothly.
The He family was unwilling to offend the Huo family from Yangcheng over such a trivial matter. Furthermore, Pei Nian had recommendations from Huo Junyu, Huo Junyang, and Huo Jingnan, so the He family readily agreed.
Although He Yining was somewhat unwilling.
But Grandpa He insisted, and there was nothing she could do.
After entering the He family, Pei Nian secretly observed He Yining's every move. She was already meticulous, so this little matter was effortless for her.
However, there is currently no conclusive evidence to prove that He Yining is not a child of the He family.
That day, Song Wan and Xiao Liran were in a coffee shop, enjoying the sunshine and afternoon tea while discussing their drawings.
Seeing that she was quite interested in some of the drawings, Xiao Liran asked with a smile, "These were all drawn by Young Master He, right? Do you prefer his paintings?"
“Indeed,” Song Wan said frankly. “Jun Yang’s painting skills are impeccable, but I always feel that something is missing.”
“It just lacks a certain feeling,” Xiao Liran agreed. “Artistic works aren’t about technique, but about emotion. When everyone’s technique is about the same, it comes down to who can win on the emotional level!”
"It's a pity," Song Wan sighed, "that Young Master He's mental state isn't very good..."
"Ha, who's talking about my son behind his back?"
Suddenly a voice came.
Song Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stood up. She saw a woman dressed as a noblewoman walking towards her from not far away, with a faint smile on her lips.
Song Wan frowned, feeling that the face looked somewhat familiar.
When the woman walked up to them, Xiao Liran quickly and formally introduced her to Song Wan.
"Mrs. He, hello! This is Song Wan, an author I recently signed, and also the latest bestselling author! Wanwan, this is Mrs. He, also..."
"Duan Jinrong," the woman said, neither humble nor arrogant, "I prefer my own name to Mrs. He!"
Song Wan suddenly realized why he looked familiar; it turned out to be Duan Jinrong, a renowned writer in the literary world.
Her photos are often displayed in bookstores. In a sluggish book market, Duan Jinrong's works have become a lifeline, selling out every time they are released.
Throughout her more than two decades of writing career, she has won numerous awards. She is not only a writer but also an outstanding screenwriter, and many art films have been adapted by her.
Song Wan nodded respectfully. She was just a small-time author who had just made it onto the bestseller list, and she was really insignificant in front of this big shot.
"So, you're the great writer who could persuade my son to draw illustrations?"
Duan Jinrong's tone rose at the end, especially when he said the words "great writer," which made Song Wan blush a little.
"Teacher Duan, you flatter me," Song Wan said softly. "It was purely by chance that I was able to cooperate with Young Master He."
“Xiao Hui never draws for anyone,” Duan Jinrong said casually. “His dream is to hold a world tour of art exhibitions. He looks down on trivial things like illustration. But the fact that he’s willing to draw for you is quite unexpected!”
Song Wan lowered her head.
She secretly sized up Duan Jinrong.
She was a noblewoman, impeccably dressed from head to toe, every single hair exuding luxury. She wore a smile, but her gaze was cold and critical.
Song Wan didn't understand why she was looking at her like that when they were just meeting for the first time.
Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, she picked up the coffee pot to refill her cup and respectfully pushed it towards her, saying, "Please enjoy."
"Ha," Duan Jinrong sneered, "Is this how you've always been—so good at serving people?"
Song Wan was stunned.
"No wonder Lin Zhaojiang still can't live without you!"
Song Wan's expression changed, and Xiao Liran patted the back of her hand and gave her a wink.
“Teacher Duan, how could you say that?” Xiao Liran said neither humbly nor arrogantly. “Feelings can never be won over by ‘serving’ someone. We pour you coffee every night simply out of respect for you. If you don’t appreciate it, I don’t know how else I should ‘serve’ you!”
Duan Jinrong twitched the corner of his mouth, and after a long while, he chuckled and said, "It's rumored that President Xiao is particularly protective of this writer Song. Seeing it with my own eyes today, is that really true?"
"I can only say that I'm a good boss; I protect all my employees!"
"I'm afraid there are differences among employees," Duan Jinrong said, looking at her. "Some people are obsequious and subservient, which naturally makes them popular with the boss. I've seen plenty of people like that!"
As she spoke, she looked at Song Wan, each word seeming to carry a thorn.
"Being subservient is not a long-term solution. Women should strive to be strong. Don't you agree, Miss Song?"
Xiao Liran wanted to say something, but Song Wan gently pulled her back.
She took a deep breath and smiled as she met Duan Jinrong's gaze.
Duan Jinrong was somewhat surprised. She had been assertive her whole life, and few people dared to meet her gaze. Yet, those eyes contained a gentle strength.
"Teacher Duan, you've misunderstood. I haven't been subservient to anyone, including Lin Zhaojiang. I've done many things for him because I love him. Women should be strong, but they shouldn't lose their gentle nature while being strong. Don't you agree, Teacher Duan?"
Duan Jinrong was taken aback, and felt a little embarrassed.
"Ha, you really know how to talk. Mr. Xiao has signed a great writer!"
"I would love to sign a great writer like you, but my place is too small for you!"
Duan Jinrong laughed and slowly brought the coffee cup to her lips. The moment she looked up, Song Wan met her gaze and felt a chill run down her spine.
After she left, Xiao Liran rolled her eyes at her retreating figure and sneered. "I thought you were asking a friend to invite her here to expand your network in the industry, but I didn't expect this famous writer to have such a temper! I won't sign someone like her!"
"Wanwan, just ignore what she said and treat it like she's talking nonsense!"
Song Wan chuckled, but Duan Jinrong's piercing gaze lingered in her mind.
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