Fang Maozhou: "Okay, whatever you want."
Fang Maozhou got up and walked to the table next to him, picked up the tea set and prepared to make a cup of tea for Fang Bai.
By the time the tea was brewed, Fang Bai had finished reviewing the documents.
"Come over and have a cup of tea with Dad," Fang Maozhou said.
Fang Bai paused, got up and sat down. As soon as she sat down, Fang Maozhou asked her, "What do you think?"
Fang Bai knew that Fang Maozhou was asking about two proposals.
Fang Bai picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and found it slightly bitter at first, but then turned sweet.
After tasting it, Fang Bai slowly said, "I like the taste of the latter."
Fang Maozhou: "Why?"
Fang Bai put down his cup. "Their proposal is quite different from Lu Raomei's. Some details are not as good as Lu Raomei's, and some parts are even very bold and have not been tried before, but those are not big problems. In terms of development prospects, theirs is better than Lu Raomei's."
Fang Maozhou nodded to himself; what Fang Bai said was exactly what he had thought.
However, Yuan Yizhen's company is a newly emerging force. He checked and found that the company has been registered for less than two years. However, it has been able to make a name for itself in Hushi in just two years, which is not to be underestimated.
However, that's all he could find out.
Fang Maozhou frowned. "Dad thinks the same way, but there are two things that make me hesitate."
Fang Bai asked, "What?"
“Although Lu Raomei is cooperating with us through her branch office in Laihu City, she is still backed by the Lu Group. Secondly, I don’t know who wrote this proposal.” Fang Maozhou was certain that the proposal was written by someone behind the scenes. Although he appreciated it, not knowing who that person was made the cooperation somewhat risky.
Knowing all this, the person coughed lightly and said, "I just offered a suggestion casually; you should consider it yourself."
"Yes, Dad knows."
Fang Bai stayed in Fang Maozhou's office for a while, and only left after drinking tea.
Chapter 66
Just before she was about to leave work that evening, a get off work assignment came up. Fang Bai told Uncle Li to pick up Ji Yuning himself, and she also sent a message to Ji Yuning, who replied with an "Mm".
It was almost nine o'clock when Fang Bai finally came out of the office.
There were a few employees in the office who were working overtime and were about to leave. When they saw Fang Bai, they paused for a few seconds and then called out in unison, "President Fang."
Fang Bai nodded slightly. "Mm."
The group took the elevator downstairs.
Half an hour ago, Fang Bai called Uncle Li to ask him to pick her up. After leaving the company, Fang Bai immediately saw the car parked on the side of the road.
"Goodbye, Mr. Fang!" the employees behind him said in unison.
Fang Bai glanced sideways, nodded to the group, and said, "Goodbye."
Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Eh?!"
Then someone else said, "Is he still a student? Are all high school students this good-looking these days?"
"They are students; I recognize that school uniform very well."
High school student?
Fang Bai followed the gaze of the crowd.
In the distance, Ji Yuning was wearing a short white cotton-padded jacket, with the edge of her school uniform peeking out from the collar. She wore black winter school uniform pants, which were initially a bit baggy, but Wu Mei had altered them to be loose. They looked great on her, highlighting Ji Yuning's long and straight legs.
“…”
The employees remembered that their manager was nearby. After whispering a few words, they said goodbye to Fang Bai and left.
But turning her head, she saw their usually aloof general manager suddenly break into a gentle smile, taking small steps towards the pretty high school student.
The employees who were about to leave slowed down, their eyes following Fang Bai's retreating figure, their gossipy hearts rising.
One can't help but speculate about the relationship between the general manager and this high school student.
Judging from the general manager's demeanor, the two seemed to know each other very well, and the high school student even got out of the general manager's car, which meant they were more than just acquaintances.
Friends? Not really.
Lovers? Impossible.
relative?
Two words popped into their minds, and the group simultaneously thought of the rumors circulating in the company—the general manager was unmarried and had no partner, but he had a child at home, and it seemed that the conflict between the general manager and the chairman was because of this child.
But gossip is gossip, they just listen to it, they don't believe it.
But when they saw the general manager walk up to the high school student, and the high school student hold the general manager's hand without being shaken off, and it seemed that the two of them often did this... they became certain of their thoughts: the high school student was the rumored general manager's child.
But why is he so big? He's even taller than the general manager. Weren't they supposed to be a seven or eight-year-old child...?
Just then, a high school student in the distance glanced at them. It was too dark to see the other person's eyes clearly, but they probably saw that the other person's expression was indifferent and that they didn't care about their peeping.
Embarrassment flashed across their faces, their gossipy spirit vanished instantly, and they pushed each other away from where they stood.
The moment Fang Bai saw Ji Yuning, he stopped paying attention to the sounds around him. After walking up to Ji Yuning, Fang Bai's eyes curved into a smile as he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to pick you up."
As she spoke, Ji Yuning pulled Fang Bai's hand.
Fang Bai's hands were warm, but Ji Yuning's were a bit cold.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ji Yuning caught sight of a group of people gathered in the distance. She glanced at them, and two seconds later, they left. Ji Yuning then tightened her grip on Fang Bai's hand.
Fang Bai noticed his hand being gripped tightly and assumed Ji Yuning was cold. He said softly, "You don't need to get out of the car to pick me up. It's cold outside, but the air conditioning in the car is so warm."
As the two walked towards the car, Fang Bai heard Ji Yuning ask her, "Were those people Auntie's subordinates just now?"
Fang Bai: "Mm."
Ji Yuning's eyes were deep and her voice was low, "Will word get out that someone will pick you up from get off work tomorrow?"
"It's probably already being spread now," Fang Bai chuckled.
There weren't many employees on her floor, but there were also quite a few. They were constantly in small groups, and any news, big or small, would spread throughout the floor within a few hours.
"So what if it gets out?" Fang Bai's tone was indifferent. What made her even more curious was whether Ji Yuning was concerned about whether she would be talked about by her employees.
Ji Yuning paused for a moment, "I'm afraid Auntie will mind me coming."
Fang Bai thought to himself that he was overthinking it; Ji Yuning had no intention of caring about her.
"It's nothing," Fang Bai said.
As he spoke, Fang Bai bent down and got into the car.
From an angle where Fang Bai couldn't see, Ji Yuning's lips curled up slightly.
It was as if they were declaring their sovereignty.
Once the car door closed, it shut out the cold air from outside.
Fang Bai's eyelashes trembled, and she inhaled and exhaled a breath of hot air.
Lake City is too cold; she prefers places with more comfortable temperatures.
Her hand was held by Ji Yuning, and just like in the morning, the other person started playing with her fingers again.
Fang Bai stared at the finger being played with for a while, then looked at Ji Yuning's profile and softly suggested, "If you're bored, you can play on your phone."
What's fun about playing with your fingers?
Fang Bai's fingers twitched slightly, wondering if Ji Yuning was figuring out how to remove her manicure. Surely she wasn't that bored?
Ji Yuning lifted her eyelids slightly but remained silent.
Fang Bai's hands are slender and fair, and the manicures have enhanced them beautifully. However, when Ji Yuning accompanied Fang Bai to get her nails done recently, she discovered that even without the manicures, Fang Bai's hands were still very beautiful, with delicate and rounded nails. The manicures were just the icing on the cake.
But now it's covered up.
Ji Yuning ran her fingertips over Fang Bai's manicured nails and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it bad to do this too often?"
Fang Bai was taken aback, wondering if this was out of concern.
After a pause of a second, Fang Bai replied, "Maybe."
Ji Yuning lowered her eyes. She wanted to say that she would look good even without manicures, but in the end she just said, "Mm."
Fang Bai opened his arms, showing Ji Yuning his manicure. "Do you like it? I'll take you to get it done during winter break."
"Need not."
Fang Bai asked slowly, "Why? Don't you like it?"
Ji Yuning paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It will hurt."
Fang Bai scratched Ji Yuning's palm with his fingernail and coaxed, "Even someone as afraid of pain as Auntie didn't feel anything, so don't worry."
After Fang Bai finished speaking, Ji Yuning gave her a deep look, her tone inexplicably firm: "I won't do it."
Fang Bai didn't understand the meaning behind Ji Yuning's eyes, and didn't delve into it. After all, whether she was alive or not at that time was another matter. He was just casually starting a conversation with Ji Yuning.
Fang Bai chuckled lightly, "You little kid, you really don't act like a child at all."
Ji Yuning grabbed Fang Bai's hand as he tried to pull away, pinched the part of his ring finger where he wore the ring, and said, "I'm not a child."
Fang Bai replied, "Yes, you are a minor."
A dark light flashed in Ji Yuning's eyes, and she said in a hoarse voice, "It won't be like that for long."
This time, it was Fang Bai's turn to remain silent.
Even after getting home, Fang Bai didn't say much.
It's 11 p.m. in the study on the second floor.
Fang Bai sat at his desk with his computer on, intending to work, but he was so distracted that he couldn't concentrate on anything.