Su Yan looked up at the door to the president's office and saw that it was still closed and Su Yiqing had not returned yet, so he quickly took the opportunity to complain.
"Little Ruanruan, you have no idea how badly your fourth brother was bullied."
Su Laoda is a heartless man. We're brothers, and he helped me this time, but he still wants me to pay all the expenses myself. I don't have any money, so he wants me to use my studio to pay off his debts.
I'm here today to sign a contract of servitude.
"Little Ruanruan, if you don't help me, I might be exploited by Boss Su, that capitalist, and end up like you said, falling off the stage because I'm too tired during a concert, becoming disabled, and eventually dying in despair..."
Little Softie: ……
No wonder my fourth brother is increasingly focused on acting, and he's hardly releasing any new songs anymore. His acting skills are truly...
Just as Su Yan was crying sincerely in the video, a large hand reached out from behind him.
Su Yiqing grabbed him by the collar and pulled him aside, then said succinctly to Xiao Ruanruan, "Your fourth brother isn't good at management. Now that Tong Jia isn't helping him, if he's left to guard the studio by himself, he'll lose everything sooner or later."
Xiao Ruanruan nodded sincerely and emphatically, he absolutely agreed with this point.
Although the fourth brother was toughened up in society in his early years, he is no longer the kind of idol who can only sing and act but can't handle mundane affairs. However, his ability is limited to handling resource issues that should originally be handled by his manager, outside of his busy concerts and filming schedule.
If you were to ask him to manage the studio again, regardless of whether he has the ability, he certainly doesn't have the time.
Little Ruanruan stroked her fourth brother's hair through the internet, "Fourth brother, be good. You don't have time to manage your studio anyway, so it would be better to have your eldest brother send someone to manage it for you. It would save you time and effort."
Su Yan looked depressed and sighed, "Little Ruanruan, you wouldn't understand. Your fourth brother went out to work hard at such a young age just to get rid of the label of being a rich second-generation who relies on his family."
Now that this has happened, Boss Su has taken over my studio, and I'm back to square one.
If people tell others, they will still think that I, Su Yan, got to where I am today because of the Su family, and they might even say that my Best Actor award was bought by the Su family.
I'm such a pitiful guy..."
Little Softie: ……
Before her fourth brother uttered his last words, she genuinely felt that he was quite pitiful.
But now...
"Fourth brother, do you know how Versailles-like your words are? What's wrong with being a rich and capable second-generation heir?" Little Ruanruan said, rolling her eyes at Su Yan in an adorable way.
In her opinion, it was really stupid of her fourth brother to endure the harsh realities of society at the age of sixteen just to escape his family.
If it were her, she would obediently eat and play as she pleased, living the life of a carefree, parasitic rich second-generation.
Su Yan sighed deeply again, "Little Ruanruan, you really don't understand, this is my dignity as a man!"
"Yeah, you bankrupted the studio, so you'll have even less dignity if you go looking for your big brother again!" Little Ruanruan said righteously.
Su Yan straightened his expression. "Little Ruanruan, you may not have understood what I mean. I have no objection to Boss Su sending people to manage my studio, but his demand for a 50/50 split is going too far!"
Little Softie: ……
It turns out that the fourth brother had been laying the groundwork for so long because he felt that the eldest brother shouldn't be making money off him.
She waved her little hand, her head throbbing, "Forget it, Fourth Brother, you and Big Brother can settle your own financial dispute, I'm not involved anymore!"
After saying that, she quickly hung up the video call, afraid that her fourth brother would start acting again.
However, as soon as she hung up the video call, her three grandfathers came over again.
Three smiling old faces loomed close to her. "Little Softie, we were in such a hurry to eat that we forgot about the score. This time, you'll be our referee, and we'll still go for a 100-win, 60-win record!"
Little Ruanruan was completely bewildered by the numbers her three grandfathers were saying.
She quickly slipped off the recliner and, under the watchful eyes of her three grandfathers, shuffled her little feet to the bamboo grove next to her. She tiptoed, broke off a bamboo branch, and then broke it into three pieces.
She ran back with her two little hands clenched, and held them up in front of the three grandfathers. "Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Peng, you draw. Whoever draws the longest one is the eldest grandfather, and the second longest one is the second grandfather."
Xiao Ruanruan thought this was another brilliant idea of hers.
But as soon as she finished speaking, the three grandfathers started fighting over who should whip her first.
"Why!"
Life is tough, I can only sigh softly!
Little Ruanruan frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "Stop!"
Her fierce yet adorable shout drew the attention of all three grandfathers to her.
With a serious expression, she said, "Grandpas, we must respect the elderly and care for the young."
"Grandpa Yan, you're the oldest, you go first. Grandpa Huang, you're the youngest, you go second. Grandpa Peng, you're neither too young nor too old, so you'll have to go last, okay?"
Grandpa Peng was the kindest of the three old rascals, and Xiao Ruanruan's sweet words made him feel very comfortable, so he readily agreed.
He didn't object to the last draw, and the other two had no objections either.
After taking turns drawing bamboo skewers from Xiao Ruanruan, the three of them, like children, carefully hid the skewers behind their backs so that the others wouldn't see them.
After everyone had drawn their bamboo sticks, Xiao Ruanruan asked them to take them out and compare them before she finally did.
Unexpectedly, Grandpa Peng, who drew last, drew the longest one, while Grandpa Yan, who drew first, drew the shortest one.
Grandpa Yan was very unhappy, but he had drawn the bamboo sticks himself, so he didn't object.
Xiao Ruanruan breathed a sigh of relief; the lawsuit was finally over.
However, in order to soothe Grandpa Yan's wounded heart because he didn't become the eldest grandfather, she still went to the kitchen to bake cream puffs to comfort the three grandfathers.
After finishing a plate of cream puffs, the three old children were finally satisfied and calmed down, lying comfortably side by side on their respective deck chairs, enjoying the birdsong and gentle breeze in the mountains.
While asking Xiao Ruanruan, "My dear granddaughter, I heard that you, like Gu Xiaozi, used some kind of time machine to travel back from more than 20 years in the future?"
And you even studied medicine before, didn't you?"
Little Ruanruan instantly understood what her three grandfathers meant. Gu Chen didn't want to learn medicine from them and inherit their mantle, so her grandfathers were trying to recruit her as a laborer.
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