"No!" Wang Shouren reached out his hand, stopping his daughter from continuing. "After you turn eight, you're no longer my sweet little cotton-padded jacket. Daughters should distance themselves from their fathers as they grow up. I only love your mother and the other three."
"Dad, do you want to hear what you're saying?" Wang Xirou was exasperated.
What's going on with my own father being so shameless, and my own mother nodding in agreement?
She turned to Qin Jingru and said, "Mom, don't let Dad's sweet words fool you. My aunt is sitting right next to him!"
"Yes! That's it!"
Qin Huairu glared at the mother and daughter, annoyed: "Speak properly, don't drag me into this."
"Oh..." X2
In this family, if you were to ask who was the strictest, it would undoubtedly be Qin Huairu. From a young age, Wang Xirou had always been a little afraid of her aunt.
As for Qin Jingru, she goes without saying. With her playful nature, she caused no shortage of trouble. After she caused trouble, Wang Shouren couldn't bear to deal with her, so Qin Jingru personally took care of it.
"Dad! My design is still very nice, take a look." Wang Xirou's eyes darted around, she changed the subject, took out her design and handed it to Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren glanced at it; although he wasn't in that field, there was still a picture of what the finished product would look like.
On the surface, it does look quite nice.
Wang Xirou's designs did not simply imitate foreign clothing styles; rather, they incorporated elements from ancient Chinese traditions, modernizing those elements.
At least, it looks pretty good on the surface.
"Not enough." Wang Shouren calmly poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.
"What do you mean it's not enough! Don't I look good?!" Wang Xirou was like a lion cat about to explode: "Dad, are you still my dad? Don't I look good?! This..."
"I only said it wasn't good enough, not that it wasn't good-looking. It's actually quite good-looking," Wang Shouren said calmly.
He's not one to mince words; he just says what he means.
"The product looks good, but how do you plan to make it, how do you plan to sell it, who do you want to sell it to, and what price do you want to set it at? Where does the fabric come from?" Wang Shouren counted on his fingers one by one: "What are the processes for external sales and internal production? What you have is just a stepping stone."
"Dad, what did you do back then?"
Wang Shouren glanced at her: "Ask your mother."
Wang Xirou looked at Qin Jingru.
Qin Jingru blinked.
Then, Wang Xirou looked at Qin Huairu and put on a fawning smile: "Mom~"
"No... I'm right here!" Qin Jingru pointed to herself.
"Pfft." Qin Huairu laughed out loud.
"Oh, so you think I'm useless now?" Qin Jingru realized what was happening, pinched Wang Xirou's cheeks, and started rubbing them frantically.
"You...you don't even know yourself...what can I do?" Wang Xirou struggled free from her mother's clutches while moving the stool further away: "Go play with Laifu, sweetie."
The first sentence was fine, but the word "well-behaved" made Qin Jingru furious.
"Wang! Xi! Rou! You've defied the Heavenly Gang!"
"Sit down!" Qin Huairu glared at the two women with annoyance.
The two girls sat down obediently.
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Laifu, standing at the door of the room, was filled with shock in his eyes. He quickly ran over and wagged his tail frantically at Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu: ...
She sighed: "Stop bullying the dog all the time. Look what you've done to it."
"Woof woof woof!" Laifu nodded frantically, almost as if it couldn't speak.
"Go play," Qin Huairu said, telling Gouzi to go out first.
He then said to the mother and daughter, "You and Jingru will handle this together. You're always so irresponsible, eating, drinking, and having fun in the office. It's time you took care of your daughter. I don't care what you two are up to. Submit a satisfactory report to me within a week. Otherwise, Wang Xirou, you'll be reporting to the secretariat and working there for three to five years first."
“Three to five years!!” Wang Xirou’s eyes widened.
"Huai Ru's meaning is my meaning, keep it up!" Wang Shouren cheerfully encouraged his daughter, "I already said that..."
Before Wang Shouren could finish speaking, Qin Huairu interrupted him: "Let them think for themselves. They're not using their brains all day long, they're practically rusting. All they do is tease and fool people, they can't come up with anything good. If they can't come up with anything, then the factory doesn't need to be open, it'll save us money."
Qin Huairu: ...
Wang Xirou: ……
Well, even the last hint is gone.
"Hurry up and go!"
"Auntie, I just got back."
"The one next to you is already very interested." Qin Huairu pointed at Qin Jingru with her chin.
Qin Jingru's eyes gleamed; she seemed to have found a new way to play.
"No, Mom, why are you so excited?!" Wang Xirou exclaimed in shock.
"Because it's fun."
"What's so fun about that! If I fail, I'll have to be a secretary for three to five years!" Wang Xirou said indignantly.
"oh."
Just one "Oh".
“Yeah, otherwise, you’d be the secretary, not me. I can have my fun and then not be held responsible.” Qin Jingru said matter-of-factly.
Wang Xirou: ……
Having a mother like that can be really exhausting.
"Come on, come on, let's go quickly, I'll find you some help." Qin Jingru pulled Wang Xirou out the door.
The dog at the door was startled, thinking the two women were coming for it, but they didn't even glance at it and just went out.
The dog breathed a sigh of relief. For the next few days, the two women ran around trying to figure out a solution. But the dog never expected that after the two women ran away, another little devil would enter their home…
Qin Jingru took Wang Xirou out the door.
As they walked, Wang Xirou asked, "Mom, what should we do?"
She had absolutely no clue what to do, and she felt that her mother was unreliable.
"What do you know? Have you ever run a factory?" Qin Jingru rolled her eyes.
"Well, you've never driven one either."
"I've worked as a secretary."
"What's there to be proud of?"
"So I know what to do." Qin Jingru counted on her fingers: "Production and sales, let's get the production sorted out first. No problem, right?"
"No...no problem." Wang Xirou was somewhat surprised that Qin Jingru was so serious.
"So-called production is either done manually or mechanically. Do you have access to advanced production machinery abroad?"
"No."
"So you're planning to do it by hand?"
"That's too expensive." Wang Xirou was still stuck in the French way of thinking; she felt that handmade things were too expensive and not worth it.
"It's not too expensive. Labor costs in China are quite cheap. If you use cheap manual labor, it's acceptable."
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