Chapter 19 Does President Li mean he wants to visit her home?
Perhaps because of this time spent together, when the two rode the elevator again, Bo Wei found that she was not so uncomfortable anymore.
Humans are highly adaptable creatures, and she is no exception.
The elevator goes directly to the underground parking garage. When you open the door, you see a car with its lights on waiting, and two tall men in suits standing guard outside the car.
"President Li." He opened the car door as the two got out.
Li He stopped in his tracks, held onto the car door, and gestured for her to get in.
Bo Wei bent down and went inside, sitting down in a seat and leaving the seat next to her for President Li.
Two bodyguards, one driving and the other sitting in the passenger seat.
"Where do you live?" Li He asked her.
Bo Wei gave the location name, "Can you find it? I'll use my phone's navigation."
"No need, the car's navigation system is fine."
She nodded and sat down obediently.
As the car drove out of the underground parking garage, dusk fell outside the window, and neon lights were already on.
In a daze.
She remembered entering the building at sunrise.
Time flies.
As the car wound its way through the city, she had no idea if she was on the right track, because she traveled underground and was completely unfamiliar with the surface traffic.
The car stopped, and the bodyguard in the passenger seat got out.
Bo Wei gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings outside and waited silently.
Soon after, the bodyguard returned, carrying something in his hand, and got into the car.
The car continued to drive for quite a while before finally stopping at the entrance of her familiar residential area.
The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her.
"Thank you." Bo Wei thanked him, then turned to see that President Li had also gotten out of the car...
If President Li didn't get out of the car, she only needed to lean in to the car window to thank him and say goodbye.
But why did President Li step down?
In normal interpersonal interactions, if someone takes you home, it seems appropriate to invite them over for a visit.
Does President Li mean he wants to visit her home?
"Take this. You didn't eat much for dinner." Li He got out of the car, glanced around, walked up to her, and handed her the item in his hand.
Bo Wei often felt like a fool, really prone to overthinking. She said she wasn't aloof; truly aloof people probably didn't have such a rich inner world. Who wants to go to her house?
She looked at the exquisite food box that President Li handed her. Was it the one the bodyguard had gotten out of the car to pick up earlier? So it was prepared for her?
She took two small steps back, feeling extremely embarrassed. "No need, thank you, Mr. Li. I'm not hungry. There's food at home, so I won't go hungry."
"Take it."
Bo Wei silently reached out her hand.
He glanced at her, then looked away and surveyed the surroundings. The neighborhood was neither new nor old; the entrances were lined with stalls, the environment was chaotic, and the population was diverse.
"Staying inside?"
"Um."
"Is it far to get in? Can a car drive in?"
"It's not far, it's in Building 2."
"Be careful on your way back."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Li."
Li He glanced at her, turned around and got into his car, quickly disappearing from the entrance of the residential area where the person and car seemed completely out of place.
Bo Wei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely relaxed.
She then realized that many eyes were on her, but she ignored them and turned to enter the residential area.
When I got home, I turned on the lights, and the house was quiet.
Ji Mingxiu has sent her two WeChat messages since he left on his business trip.
The first time was when I arrived at my business trip location and reported to her.
The second time was on the weekend. I transferred 1,000 yuan to her so she could ask her friends to go out for dinner and a movie if she was bored.
She didn't take the money; she still owed him a lot, so how could she possibly take it from him again?
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the two of them will get married in the future, but only after she has paid off all the money.
Now, she doesn't want to owe him more and more, at least not financially.
I put the food box on the table, glanced at it, and decided I wasn't hungry right now, so I'd eat it later.
I went inside and sat down at the table. I reached into the corner and picked up a bottle of olive oil essence oil to remove my makeup. This stuff can remove makeup, be used as a skin care oil, and be used as a hair care oil... It has many functions and costs less than fifty yuan.
The shopping platform still holds her shopping records from after she started working. A small bottle of serum costing several thousand yuan, with only a fraction of the functions listed. Thinking about it now, that was really expensive.
She used to be very insensitive to money, even though she had never been rich, and compared to others, she could be considered poor.
When she was in elementary school, her grandma gave her a fixed amount of pocket money every day. She never asked for more than that. Sometimes her grandma would forget to give her any, and sometimes she didn't even want to spend it.
Only in the hot summer would she take that crumpled one-yuan coin after school every day to the nearest convenience store to buy two 50-cent popsicles, then run home, giving one to her grandmother and one to herself.
Later, when she went to junior high school, besides the meal fees paid at the beginning of the semester, her grandmother gave her thirty yuan every week. The round-trip bus fare was twelve yuan, and she saved the rest to buy sanitary napkins. If she saved enough, she would buy underwear. Because of these extra funds, her mother would only remember to give her the money occasionally.
After entering high school, because of her good grades, the school waived all her tuition and meal fees. Her grandmother gave her 100 yuan every month, and after deducting 30 yuan for round-trip transportation, she still had 70 yuan left.
Seventy yuan was simply not enough for a high school girl; unexpected expenses would always arise. If it wasn't enough, she'd ask her grandmother for a little more. She managed to get through the first semester without worrying about money again, because her scholarship had arrived—a top-tier scholarship of a full five thousand yuan!
She lived up to expectations in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the top university, receiving a high prize of 200,000 yuan. Of course, this money did not belong to her in the end; she only touched the red plastic sign that said 200,000 yuan.
She had only been in university for a year when her family told her that they still owed money for repairing their new house and that they didn't have enough for her younger brother's wedding dowry, so they would have to borrow money for the remaining three years of her tuition.
I don't know how they got the loan, but they said they would borrow 20,000 yuan a year, so they borrowed a total of 60,000 yuan.
She checked her credit report and found no loans under her name, so she stopped worrying about other issues.
In her first year after graduation, she earned a total of 140,000 yuan and saved 60,000 yuan, which she gave to her parents to pay off their so-called loans.
Overall, she didn't receive much money growing up, but she didn't seem to worry about it much either. She wasn't particularly concerned about money; she would spend more when she had it and less when she didn't. For example, she would save money to buy sanitary napkins when she was a child, and later she would buy essential oils worth thousands of dollars.
It wasn't until she fell ill that money truly entered her worldview in a domineering way.
Fortunately, I've now re-entered the workforce, and things are slowly getting better.
After removing my makeup, I grabbed my pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
I only started to feel a little hungry when my hair was half dry.
The food containers on the table were high-end and exquisite, and looked very expensive.
She opened it, and inside were three layers of exquisite pastries, three in each layer, each individually wrapped in elegant packaging.
I tried it, and it tasted great.
The image of President Li's cold demeanor flashed through her mind, and a phrase came to mind: "A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude in return."
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