These words made Mingdai put the teacup she had just picked up back down.
Qin Weiwei hadn't planned to tell Mingdai the news, but Mingdai always helped her without holding a grudge and comforted her, so she couldn't ignore it.
“I overheard Mo Tingchuan and his family discussing borrowing money from your parents. It was Mo Yumei’s idea, and Mo Tingchuan agreed.”
Qin Weiwei looked down on Mo Tingchuan's behavior.
"Anyway, you should be careful. I heard that your parents trust Mo Tingchuan a lot. Your family used to help Mo Tingchuan without hesitation. Now that Mo Tingchuan is really in trouble again, it's hard to guarantee that your parents won't soften their hearts again."
After finishing their meal, Mingdai and Qin Weiwei went back to find her father.
"Why are you here again?"
When Ming's father saw his daughter return, he asked, "Any further instructions?"
Ming's father joked and waved to his daughter with a smile.
He asked with concern, "Have you eaten?"
Then he asked, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere today?"
Mingdai didn't know how to tell her father about Mo Tingchuan's need to borrow money.
After much deliberation, I could only remind my father.
“Dad, it seems that Mo Qingying recently ordered several million yuan worth of jewelry. She can’t afford it. You know that Mo Tingchuan’s money is tied up in the company, so he doesn’t have any money either. Yesterday, his mother was subtly probing me. I guess she wants me to pay for it.”
Mingdai knew that what her father hated most was people trying to take advantage of her.
Sure enough, Ming's father frowned immediately upon hearing this.
"Why would Mo Qingying order so much jewelry for no reason? It's one thing if she doesn't have the money but still wants to spend it, but why would she make you cover this hole?"
Mingdai saw that her father was getting the hang of things.
He shrugged helplessly.
"Maybe they feel that our family will always help them unconditionally."
"no."
Ming's father asked his daughter, "You didn't agree, did you?"
"Of course not, I was just pretending not to understand his mother's hint."
Mingdai looked at her father with concern.
"I think Mo Tingchuan might ask you for a loan, citing his company's recent cash flow problems."
Ming's father had an excessive trust in and fondness for Mo Tingchuan.
"It's possible that his mother would come looking for me, but Tingchuan probably won't."
Ming's father believed that Mo Tingchuan was proud and principled, and would never tell such a lie.
Mingdai made a bet with her father.
"If you don't believe me, just wait and see. If Mo Tingchuan really asks you for money, you'll arrange for some teachers to teach me how to manage the company."
She had to make her father understand that this company would eventually fall into her hands, and regardless of her health, she had to shoulder this heavy responsibility.
Therefore, instead of avoiding and delaying, it's better to let her settle down and make a living as soon as possible.
Ming's father always felt that his daughter was hinting at something.
He felt uneasy. His daughter used to protect Mo Tingchuan in every way, so how could she be so confident and disdainful that Mo Tingchuan would ask him for money?
There must be something wrong with this couple.
He carefully observed his daughter's expression.
Mingdai's big, sensible eyes held a knowing smile as she acted cute.
"Dad, you can't possibly be unwilling to find me a teacher, can you?"
She knew perfectly well that her father had several capable assistants by his side.
Ming's father suppressed his worries, smiled and raised his eyebrows, as if he could still see the spiritedness of his youth.
"If it's really as you say, then I'll agree to your terms."
"make a deal."
Mingdai happily held out her palm and gave her father a high five as a pledge.
We returned to the He family villa that evening.
He Yaonian has indeed gone on a business trip.
The house remained as peaceful as ever without the Mo family members.
Mingdai lay down at night and pondered a question.
Now that the Mo family has been kicked out, it doesn't seem right for her to stay here any longer.
No, she can just go back to her apartment; she can stay anywhere anyway.
It was a drizzly morning, and slightly chilly.
Mingdai went to the company to report for duty.
She arrived even earlier than her father.
Knowing his daughter's temperament—that she was a woman of her word—Ming's father handed her over to his assistant.
After taking on this hot potato, the assistant had absolutely no idea what to do.
It's impossible to send Mingdai to the grassroots level for training.
The assistant was well aware of Mingdai's abilities and would not waste her talents.
After much thought, he had no choice but to let Mingdai work with him.
From this day forward, Mingdai became the assistant's little follower.
Her price drop was so steep that some crickets were bound to be dissatisfied.
"Just because she's President Ming's daughter doesn't mean she can act superior to us the moment she arrives."
"Mr. Ming has always been strict with himself, so why does he have no principles at all when it comes to his daughter?"
"We can only blame ourselves for not being born into a good family; what else can we do?"
Despite the prejudiced looks from her colleagues, Mingdai skillfully performed the tasks assigned to her by the assistant general manager.
The assistant did not say anything good about Mingdai.
Respect is something you earn yourself. If Mingdai can't even gain the trust of others, how will she manage the company in the future?
During lunchtime, in order to keep each other in check, Mingdai took the initiative to go to her father.
Ming's father had other things to do, so he waved to his daughter, "You go eat first, I'll eat later."
"no."
Mingdai's primary task was to take care of her father's health.
Let's eat together.
She went from peeking through the crack in the door to pushing it open and pulling her father inside.
Would you like to be hospitalized again?
With just six words, Ming's father was speechless.
The father and daughter had a delicious and affordable lunch together at a restaurant across from the company.
Ming's father wiped his mouth and said to his daughter with some pride, "Tingchuan didn't come."
Mingdai ate her fruit after the meal without any pressure.
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