Chapter 15 Liu Duanhe suddenly looked up at him…
Liu Duanhe suddenly looked up at him, glancing at the coat draped beside him out of the corner of her eye. As if remembering something, she smiled and asked, "You noticed?"
Secretary Wei, dressed in a suit and tie, looking every bit the elite, shook his head seriously and asked with a puzzled expression, "What did you find?"
Liu Duanhe crossed his right leg over his left, leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and revealed his almost perfect phoenix eyes, bright as stars. He chuckled and said, "Is that so?"
Secretary Wei's breathing quickened, and just a second before he was about to find a flaw in his statement, Liu Duanhe gave up and casually said, "It doesn't matter, it's okay if you find out. I was just teasing you. There's no need to be so nervous."
He continued to look at the documents in his hand, and after confirming that everything was correct, he signed his name. The car drove very smoothly, and even while driving, Liu Duanhe's wrist did not tremble.
After reading the documents, we arrived at the old house. Although it is called an old house, it is actually located in the bustling city center, but it is quiet in the middle of the city because the ancestors were quite pragmatic and had a certain vision. It has been renovated many times in recent years, and the decoration is elegant and luxurious.
The old man was very approachable. He stood at the door, leaning on his cane, his full head of silver hair neatly combed, exuding an air of quiet authority.
Secretary Wei got out of the car first and opened the door. Liu Duanhe put the documents away and said indifferently, "Grandpa, why are you at the door?"
Knowing how cold his true nature was and understanding why he was like that, the old man wasn't angry. He just gave him a deep look and sighed.
Ultimately, it was the mess he made with his troublesome son and daughter-in-law.
When he turned around, his back seemed to have hunched over even more. "Come in. Tell me what's been going on with you lately? You've been hiding in the hospital since you got injured, and you haven't even come home."
After saying that, he paused again. "Look at my memory. I'm getting old, it's no good. I just remembered Secretary Wei. Why don't you come in and have a meal with me? After all, you've been with Xiao He for so long, we're all familiar with each other."
The winding corridors offer a different view at every step, and every brick you step on seems to carry the scent of money. In Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, leaving space for vegetation is an extreme luxury.
Although Secretary Wei had visited the Liu family's old residence many times since being promoted to become Young Master Liu's chief secretary, he was still amazed every time he passed by. Some things were truly not available at birth, and it would be difficult to have them later in life.
When he first came here, he secretly calculated in his mind how many square meters he could buy with his current salary if he didn't eat or drink for the rest of his life. Now, he has improved so much that he doesn't even think about those things anymore.
Moreover, as long as no mistakes are made, Liu Duanhe can be considered the most perfect boss. As long as there are results and benefits, he will not hesitate to reward people with money.
Secretary Wei was full of energy. She tidied up the signed documents and put them in her bag, following behind Liu Duanhe.
The old butler stood to the old man's right, while Liu Duanhe supported his left arm. The scene was perfectly harmonious, creating an atmosphere that would make anyone who saw it feel at ease.
The old man showed no relief or joy on his face, but asked in a deep voice, "How did you get injured a few days ago?"
"I only found out about your head injury and hospitalization from that Chen family brat. You didn't tell me anything. Do you really think you're made of iron?"
A gentle breeze swept down scattered leaves. As darkness fell, the old house was brightly lit, for the old man was quite old and it would be a serious matter if he tripped and fell because he couldn't see where he was going.
The streetlights are designed to be discreet, perfectly blending into the antique charm of the entire house.
The artificial light cast a shadow on half of Liu Duanhe's face, giving his hair a hazy glow. After listening, he remained expressionless and replied indifferently, "It's just a minor injury. Is that what Chen Xingdong said? He's making too much of a fuss."
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