Yan Bo didn't say much after that, because he seemed to be very engrossed in watching the game.
Ling Qingyun was a perceptive person. Although she didn't quite understand why Young Master Yan seemed a little different from before, she comforted herself by thinking that Young Master Yan was probably having some trouble at work, so he was in a bad mood and appeared absent-minded.
Yan Bo didn't seem to enjoy the game very much. Perhaps he had something on his mind, or perhaps the person sitting next to him made him uncomfortable.
After watching the match, Yan Bo said to Manager Xiao frankly, "Manager Xiao, tomorrow have someone send me a copy of the boxing gym's information. I'll give the investment a good think about it."
Manager Xiao's face immediately lit up with joy. Seeing that he had no intention of lingering any longer, she quickly and attentively escorted him to the parking lot.
Ling Qingyun accompanied Yan Bo to his car. "Third Young Master, where would you like to go for a couple of drinks next?"
Yan Bo opened the car door, held it steady, and turned to say goodbye to Ling Qingyun, "No, I've been working non-stop for days, and I'm a bit exhausted! Let's do it another day, I'll treat you to a drink!"
Having been accustomed to being in the highest position among his peers since childhood, Yanbo did not have the habit of making things difficult for himself.
Yan Bo seemed to have forgotten that he had promised Ling Qingyun that they would go for drinks together after watching the match.
Ling Qingyun remembered clearly, but seeing that Yan Bo was not interested, she didn't want to force him. She patted his shoulder and said with great concern, "Then you should go home and rest. We'll make an appointment another day."
Yanbo drove back to his residence, but instead of taking a shower, he poured himself a glass of red wine, sat down by the window, and sipped his wine alone, gazing at the not-so-bustling night view outside.
Truly fine wines, if not appreciated by connoisseurs, will not be shared in their flavor when drunk together.
Some feelings, if not shared with a kindred spirit, will not resonate with others, even if expressed.
Yan Bo sipped his wine slowly, playing with his phone in his hand, but ultimately resisted the urge to call her.
The person he wanted to call was currently curled up in bed reading a book.
Tong Xiaohuai, who had just finished a phone call with her parents, felt uneasy for some reason.
Although her parents said they had a great time abroad, Tong Xiaohuai always felt that something was wrong.
She wanted to talk to someone about these strange feelings, but when she picked up the phone, she found that there was no one suitable.
From a young age, because she was the daughter of Tong Laoda, almost no one dared to approach her. She was not an introverted person; there were things she could talk about with her parents, Uncle Ming, Uncle Yuan, and others, but there were always some things she couldn't say to these elders.
Other people can easily find a stranger to chat with in a bar, but she has several bodyguards with her wherever she goes. Who can ignore her status?
Furthermore, given her current situation, how could she dare to easily reveal her weaknesses and vulnerabilities to others?
Feeling frustrated and unable to find a way to relieve her anxiety, she picked up a book in an attempt to distract herself.
Ultimately, she didn't know when she fell asleep; all she knew was that when she woke up in the morning, she was still holding the book she had been holding the night before.
He propped himself up in bed, leaned over, and placed the book on the bedside table.
A piece of paper floated out of the book. Tong Xiaohuai picked it up and looked at the flamboyant words on it. A smile appeared in his eyes. Although his smiling eyes were fixed on the words on the paper, the paper showed a man's serious and confident expression.
If a university had such a handsome and knowledgeable professor as its lecturer, the classroom would probably be packed.
And this man was actually her personal "mentor," exclusively for her, Tong Xiaohuai. Just thinking about it made her feel incredibly happy.
Tong Xiaohuai, whose vanity was greatly satisfied, carefully tucked the note back into her book and got out of bed, feeling utterly refreshed.
"Uncle Yuan, tell Uncle Guan that I'm not going home for dinner tonight. See if Uncle Ming can come over for dinner. Anyway, you don't need to prepare any for me."
Uncle Yuan was holding a large bunch of roses he had picked from the garden. After listening to her words, he stood in front of her and looked her over carefully for a while. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words and just nodded.
Then, tentatively, I asked, "Should I prepare a late-night snack for you? You might not have enough to eat since you're out socializing?"
Tong Xiaohuai shook her head and said frankly, "No need. Yanbo and I are going out to eat. It's not a business dinner."
Uncle Yuan looked surprised, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind.
However, Tong Xiaohuai herself did not realize that after meeting him several times, she had subconsciously categorized Yan Bo as one of her friends.
For her, it wasn't a formality, but a relaxing and enjoyable time together.
Being with him, whether chatting or eating, was not a burden for her, but rather a pleasant experience.
Uncle Yuan's thoughtful gaze lingered on Tong Xiaohuai for several seconds before he finally said, "Alright then, please give my regards to Young Master Yan!"
"Um……"
Tong Xiaohuai agreed, but when Uncle Yuan turned to leave with the flowers in his hands, she called him back.
"Uncle Yuan!"
Uncle Yuan turned to look at her, "Hmm?"
"Do you know where Yanbo's company is?" Before Uncle Yuan could answer, she asked again, "Also, are there any restaurants nearby that serve light and delicious food?"
Uncle Yuan sighed inwardly, and after finally calming himself down, he replied, "I'll go check for you. You go have breakfast first."
Tong Xiaohuai had no idea that her words were tantamount to throwing a huge stone into the heart of Uncle Yuan, who still treated her like a little girl.
After she and Qin Ming went out to run errands, Uncle Yuan, disregarding the time in the foreign country, directly dialed Boss Tong's number.
"Boss, it seems the young lady is in love!" Uncle Yuan reported to Boss Tong in a heartbroken tone.
After a moment of silence, Boss Tong on the other end of the phone said in a hoarse and tired voice, "Isn't that a good thing? It's Young Master Yan, isn't it?"
Uncle Yuan then noticed that Boss Tong's voice was a bit unusual, and suddenly remembered that it was midnight in foreign countries.
"Boss, are you still awake? Or did I wake you up?" Uncle Yuan asked, feeling both uneasy and guilty.
"She hasn't slept... Xiaowei isn't doing well; she's been in so much pain these past two days that she can't sleep..."
Tong Laoda's words were filled with deep sorrow, which made Yuan Shuyi feel a little sad. He was silent for a while, and was about to say something to comfort him when he heard Laoda say something.
"Remember not to tell Xiao Huai about her relationship with Young Master Yan. Let her do whatever she wants. Don't interfere too much. She's grown up now and it's time for her to have a proper relationship!"
"Boss, this Young Master Yan..."
"It's alright. He's a responsible person. I'll be at ease even if Xiao Huai really has something going on with him."
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