Ying Rongrong turned to look at Gao Yue, her face full of surprise: "A-Yue? When did you get here?"
Gao Yue: "..." She's been standing here for so long and hasn't noticed anything. Is he even her biological son?
Ying Rongrong quickly realized something was wrong, frowned, and asked, "Wait, didn't you two plan to take your two children on a trip to the Arctic? If I remember correctly, you were supposed to leave a couple of days ago, so why did you come back to Lanyuan instead?"
"Don't even mention it, it's all because of Xia Chen..." Gao Yue said irritably, blurting out unconsciously. Before she could finish, she remembered that there were other people around, so she quickly stopped and changed her words, saying, "Xia Chen had something to do that delayed him, so he'll go next month."
Ying Rongrong looked at them with suspicion. Both of them were stay-at-home parents; what other important things could they possibly have besides their child?
Seeing that Gao Yue seemed hesitant and unwilling to discuss it, Ying Rongrong didn't press further: "Alright..."
Upon seeing her granddaughter whom she hadn't seen in a long time, Ying Rongrong's face quickly lit up with a smile, and she reached out to give the little girl a big hug: "Fanxing is here too."
"Grandma," Xia Fanxing called sweetly.
"Good girl." Ying Rongrong smiled and patted Xia Fanxing's head. She looked around and, not seeing the other one, asked in confusion, "Where's Xiaoyue? Why didn't she come with us?"
Gao Yue's eyes flashed, and an awkward smile appeared on her face: "I'm here. I suddenly feel a little unwell, so I'll go back first."
Ying Rongrong took it seriously and asked worriedly, "Where does she feel unwell? Why didn't you take her to the hospital? Why did you let her go home alone? What kind of mother are you?"
Gao Yue gave a bitter "hehe" laugh, glanced hesitantly at Xing Zhaozhao, and didn't dare to say anything.
Ying Rongrong belatedly realized that something was wrong with her daughter. She followed Gao Yue's gaze to Xing Zhaozhao, who remained calm as if nothing had happened. But Ying Rongrong knew her daughter well; she would never act without a reason. In front of others, she had no choice but to suppress her anger: "Why don't you sit with Fanxing for a while? I'll talk to you later."
After speaking, Ying Rongrong sat down next to Xing Zhaozhao and He Shasha to talk about work first. As for her daughter, she was almost forty, not four years old. She had a daughter herself, so there was no need for her, as the mother, to take care of her all day long.
He Shasha was already looking through the design drawings that Xing Zhaozhao had brought, her face showing undisguised amazement.
"Did you draw all of these?" she asked, looking at Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head: "It was drawn by another partner."
He Shasha looked at Xing Zhaozhao with sparkling eyes and asked, "Was she the designer of the only women's clothing line under Zhaolan's brand?"
"No." Xing Zhaozhao nodded.
He Shasha couldn't contain her excitement: "Excuse me, may I meet her?" The reason she chose to come to Zhaolan was not only because it was in Lanyuan, but also because of its unique women's clothing line. The distinctive design caught her eye, and she really wanted to meet the designer and have a chat with her.
Xing Zhaozhao apologized, "I'm sorry, it's inconvenient for her to come out." There was nothing she could do; they were really separated by fifty years.
He Shasha refused to give up: "It's okay, it's inconvenient for her to come out, I can go see her myself."
Xing Zhaozhao looked at her regretfully and shook her head again: "I'm sorry."
He Shasha looked disappointed. After thinking for a moment, she had no choice but to settle for second best: "Then... can I communicate with her?"
Xing Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment: "Well... I need to go back and ask her what she thinks first."
Not being rejected outright, He Shasha felt there was still hope, and a smile quickly bloomed on her face: "It's okay, I can wait."
At this moment, Ying Rongrong sat down, flipping through the design drawings as she asked, "What does Sasha think of these designs?"
He Shasha replied without hesitation, "Very good, I like them all."
Ying Rongrong flipped through them and liked them all: "Which ones do you think would be better to choose for the next season's new product launch?"
He Shasha hesitated for a moment: "I'll take them all. No matter which one I choose, it will break my heart."
Ying Rongrong spread all the design drawings out on the coffee table, looked at this one, then that one, struggled for a long time, and finally slammed her hand on the table and decided: "Okay, then I'll take them all."
“Actually, I think you don’t need to find any other designers. She’s enough,” He Shasha said with a smile.
"How can that be? I still want to make the company stronger and bigger. What if something similar happens if we rely on her alone?" Ying Rongrong said jokingly, then looked at He Shasha seriously and extended her hand to her, "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."
He Shasha smiled, shook her hand, and nodded: "It's a pleasure working with you."
No sooner had she finished speaking than He Shasha's phone rang in her bag.
"Sorry." She smiled apologetically at the others, took her phone out of her bag, and frowned slightly when she saw the word "Mom" on the screen. Not daring to delay, she quickly answered, "Hello? Mom? What's wrong...? What? Okay, I'll be right there..."
After saying that, He Shasha hung up the phone and looked apologetically at Ying Rongrong, saying, "I'm sorry, President Ying, something has come up at home and I have to go back right away."
Ying Rongrong knew that she only had her maternal grandmother and mother at home, and that they were both quite old, so she immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, hurry back, don't delay. If there's anything you can't solve, you can come to me."
"Okay, I will, thank you, President Ying." After saying goodbye to Xing Zhaozhao, He Shasha hurriedly left.
No sooner had He Shasha left than Xing Zhaozhao prepared to leave as well.
Ying Rongrong looked at her in surprise: "You're leaving already? Aren't you going to contact Dad and see him? The day before yesterday, you came over, picked up the necklace, and left. He found out and has been nagging about it ever since."
Xing Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow slightly: "How did he know? Did you tell him?"
Ying Rongrong chuckled sheepishly, "I accidentally let it slip during dinner tonight."
Xing Zhaozhao gave a knowing look and said, "I really have something to do today. Go back and tell him that if he's bored, he should find something to do. I'll contact him when I have time." After saying that, she waved to Ying Rongrong, said goodbye to Gao Yue and Xia Fanxing, and left in a hurry.
Ying Rongrong watched Xing Zhaozhao's departing figure, her face filled with difficulty. How could she dare to say such a thing to the old man?
Gao Yue witnessed Ying Rongrong's attitude towards Xing Zhaozhao and was somewhat puzzled: "Mom, even if she did marry Grandpa, she's still his second wife. Do you really need to be so respectful to her? Anyone who didn't know better would think she was your mother-in-law."
Ying Rongrong glanced at Gao Yue, her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't say anything: "Never mind, you wouldn't believe me anyway." In fact, even she herself hadn't completely believed that such an outrageous thing could happen.
Gao Yue was completely bewildered: "..." Well, just tell me! How is she supposed to know if she can believe you if you don't? It's driving her crazy.
"Come into my office with me," Ying Rongrong said, tidying up the design drawings on the coffee table before getting up and returning to her office.
Gao Yue quickly pulled her daughter inside.
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