Yan Bo felt her overwhelming admiration, and his heart, which had been bleeding because of Di Xu, finally felt a little better. So, he asked her very eagerly.
"You want to learn? I can teach you, but it certainly won't be as good as being taught by a professional teacher."
Yan Bo's words were clearly an understatement.
Because even Tong Xiaohuai's professional accounting teacher couldn't explain it as clearly as he did!
"Later, I'm really too busy lately."
Yanbo felt even more comforted and at ease because of her words.
Her saying "later" indicates that she has already acknowledged her long-term relationship with him, and even if it's just a friendship, it's still a good step forward.
And it's true that she said she was too busy.
From what he knew, he genuinely cared for her.
An eighteen-year-old girl living a life that's almost like a superhuman.
"Xiao Huai, is it very tiring?"
People outside probably thought that Boss Tong had left his daughter with an endless amount of money and power that others envied. Although it wasn't the kind of power that could be openly displayed, it was enough to make many mediocre people jealous.
However, probably no one would have thought that besides the endless money and power, there was also a heavy burden that made it hard to breathe.
In this respect, Yanbo felt that he was actually quite similar to Tong Xiaohuai.
Although they were born into families at opposite ends of the spectrum (Black and White), they shared the same concept of family lineage.
The difference is that he was lucky; the burden of family inheritance was shouldered by his elder brother, allowing him to escape the family's inherent growth trajectory.
She, however, was clearly not so lucky, so she could only live a life that was more tiring than that of a man in his thirties, even though she was only eighteen years old.
Tong Xiaohuai turned her gaze from the bookshelf, stared at him for a few seconds, and then shook her head with a smile.
"No, I think it's great!"
After we are born, there are always some things that we are powerless to change or escape.
Having understood this long ago, Tong Xiaohuai's attitude towards her current life is less one of passive acceptance and more one of finding joy in hardship.
She knew, of course, that Fei Gang and his men were going to great lengths to trip her up and create problems for her every now and then, but she still had to grit her teeth and tolerate their provocations time and time again.
Because she hasn't fully developed her power yet, the number of people she can truly mobilize only represents a portion of the Tong family's influence.
Uncle Ming once complained to her that her father had left her a mess.
But she didn't think so.
What her father left her was naturally a good mess.
But that was a good operation under his management; the brothers and the rules all worked and survived in accordance with his habits.
She could take over the business from him and make these brothers and rules exist in her way, which wasn't impossible, provided that she was strong enough.
This world has always been subjugated by the strong.
If you are strong enough, you can make those weaker than you conform to your rules and methods.
So, she really has nothing to complain about.
Besides outsmarting and outmaneuvering them time and time again, the most important thing she could do was to become stronger.
This strength is inherent, not the kind of strength derived from one's father or Uncle Ming.
During those sleepless nights, she pondered repeatedly what kind of magic Yan Bo possessed. He had only been in her life for less than a month and she had only met him a few times, yet he made her so fearful that she wanted to escape, but at the same time, she couldn't help but want to get closer.
After thinking about it for a while, she finally understood.
Even setting aside the influence of male and female hormones, if she encountered someone like Yan Bo, she would probably still end up in the same situation.
It's a natural reaction of the weak when they see the strong: they want to get closer out of admiration, and they want to retreat out of inferiority...
Or perhaps there are other things she hasn't figured out yet, but the most important thing is this.
That is, Yan Bo, as a born strongman, is a fatal temptation to her, a weakling.
For her now, Yan Bo is like a lighthouse; she wants to get rid of him, but she can't bear to, and she doesn't have the ability to.
"Yanbo, please take care of me in the future!"
Regardless of how far she and Yan Bo might go, she hoped that, at the very least, she could be influenced by his example and become stronger.
Yan Bo looked at the hand that was suddenly extended in front of him and, without hesitation, reached out and grasped her hand tightly.
This was the second time he had touched her skin; the first time was a brief handshake when he congratulated her.
At that moment, he felt nothing but nervousness and excitement. Of course, in other people's eyes, he still looked as gentle and handsome as ever.
The second handshake was still filled with nervous excitement, but then it also carried a touch of ambiguity and intimacy.
Although holding a girl's hand and not letting go is a bit impolite.
But he couldn't bear to let go of her immediately. He pretended to subtly circle her palm with his fingertips, which surprised him, yet seemed to be expected. Her palm was not as delicate as a young girl's, but rather rougher than his.
There are thick calluses on many parts of my fingers and palms.
If he wasn't mistaken, these must be calluses left from her shooting practice.
His heart was surging with emotion, and layers of pity and tenderness for her welled up within him.
"Xiao Huai, I'll say it again: if there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."
In the past, when he saw the saying "Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman," he always disagreed with it.
Of course, she was a beauty and he was not a hero, but he deeply agreed with that statement.
It turns out that there really is such a person who can make you completely let your guard down. When you meet her, her every smile, every word, and every gesture can easily touch your heart.
I can't bear to see her suffer, I can't bear to see her unhappy, I can't stand to see her being bullied...
Therefore, he wanted to become her protector.
I want to help her bear all the suffering so that she can live a carefree life.
I want to tell her countless jokes to cheer her up, so that she can always be as happy as a child.
I want to be her protector, so that she can live the life she desires in a peaceful place.
Tong Xiaohuai had no idea that Yan Bo's feelings for her had become so profound. She only felt that his gaze was so deep that she almost couldn't extricate herself from it.
His tone of voice made her feel as at ease as she would when she was talking to her father.
As for his large, warm, and strong hand that held hers tightly, she couldn't bear to let go of him, even though she realized the handshake had been going on for a while.
Her heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions, such as shyness and attachment. For a moment, she just stared at him blankly, without replying or making any further moves.
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