Outside the study.
Qin Ge knocked on the door three times.
A voice said, "Come in."
When he opened the door and entered the study, Huo Beiyuan was sitting at his desk, processing some documents.
Qin Ge called out "Uncle Huo," and Huo Beiyuan looked up at the boy. His voice was slightly hoarse, but it sounded very textured, as if it were touching one's heart: "Uncle still has some official business to attend to. Please have a seat."
He understands.
CEOs are always very busy.
Qin Ge sat down on the sofa that Huo Beiyuan pointed to.
Others might be cautious in front of Huo Beiyuan, fearing that they might inadvertently offend this man, but Qin Ge was definitely not one of those others.
He showed no sign of restraint. After sitting down on the sofa, he leaned back in a relaxed manner. Although his posture was casual and lazy, it was by no means a slouching Ge You. He was like a noble young master who was as carefree as if he were in his own castle. Coldness and nobility were engraved in his bones. Even when he was looking down to take out his phone to play, there was a kind of tranquility and beauty like a painting.
Huo Beiyuan glanced at the boy sitting on the sofa playing on his phone, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
It was fleeting, making one think it was just an illusion.
The man lowered his head and resumed working on the documents.
Qin Ge wasn't doing anything else; he was just casually scrolling through Weibo to pass the time. As soon as he opened the trending topics, he raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Ye, that idiot, got mobbed by his fans.
That face, so colorful, it was truly amazing!
He mentally mocked Jiang Ye.
Qin Ge lost interest in watching Jiang Ye's disgraceful behavior and left.
The top trending topic, #That Noble Prince Who Drives a Rolls-Royce#, looked familiar to Qin Ge.
Rolls-Royce...
Isn't that the same car he was driving today?
"What are you looking at, kid?" Before he could even open it, Qin Ge heard this question. He looked up and met the man's eyes.
Huo Beiyuan looked as if he had finished his official business and was now leisurely looking at him, his gaze as dark as the night sky and as distant as the starry sky.
"Scroll through Weibo." Qin Ge deftly put away her phone with two fingers, stood up, and walked towards Huo Beiyuan.
The term "Weibo" was somewhat unfamiliar to the villainous CEO. Huo Beiyuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he loosened his tie with one hand, revealing his Adam's apple hidden under his collar. This gave him a hint of mature masculine sexiness amidst his abyss-like ascetic aura.
He asked the same question as Aunt Yun, "Did you have fun today?"
Qin Ge thought of Jiang Ye's disheveled appearance on Weibo's trending topics, his face bruised and swollen, surrounded by fans. A slight smile appeared on her pale cherry-colored lips, like ice melting and flowers blooming. "Not bad."
The aloof, snow-like boy slowly smiled, a smile possessing a magical quality that brought joy to those in the room.
Huo Beiyuan's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but he brought up another topic, "Did you drive?"
"Ah, yes." Qin Ge thought to herself, didn't you promise that Aunt Yun would let me drive any of the cars in the garage? Could it be that you're now reluctant to let me ruin your beloved car?
Huo Beiyuan seemed to see through the boy's little thoughts. He swallowed hard and let out a barely perceptible chuckle. "Kid, you probably just got your driver's license not long ago, but you're already quite addicted."
Qin Ge was speechless, “…”
Don't think I didn't realize you were subtly referring to me—
He's addicted to bad food!
Qin Ge didn't want to continue the topic, so she took the initiative to explain her purpose, "Uncle Huo, I'll treat your leg starting today."
Huo Beiyuan remained expressionless, his hoarse voice calm and unhurried, exuding the charm of a mature man, as he asked, "How do you treat it?"
He seemed unconcerned that Qin Ge had lifted his leg—a taboo subject that was untouchable in the eyes of outsiders.
Qin Ge naturally demanded, "I need to check your legs first."
Huo Beiyuan looked at the boy's innocent and fearless face, and his bright and determined eyes... No, he was not ignorant.
Huo Beiyuan thought to himself, that was the look in his eyes that came from someone who was extremely confident in himself.
Perhaps he should... look forward to it?
Huo Beiyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. He needed something to suppress a certain restless emotion within him. "Would you mind if your uncle had a cigarette?"
"I don't mind." Qin Ge thought that tobacco could relieve people's tension to some extent. It's understandable to feel bad when you expose the wounds you least want to touch.
Huo Beiyuan bit his cigarette, struck a matchstick to light it, and lit the cigarette on his lips. The faint white smoke blurred his features. "See?"
With permission granted, Qin Ge squatted down beside Huo Beiyuan's legs.
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