Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ting Lan.
In Cheng Juan’s study room.
Cheng Wenru looked at him with wide eyes. All her previous doubts were finally cleared up. “Third Bro, you already knew about this.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell anyone.” Cheng Juan pointed to the opposite chair, his face calm as always. However, his eyes had become darker and colder. “Sit down.”
Even if Cheng Raohan had exposed the truth, he was still close to Cheng Wenru.
“You’re not going back?” Cheng Wenru pursed her lips.
She was now physically and mentally exhausted from fighting with Cheng Raohan.
“It depends.” Cheng Juan turned on the computer and clicked on a document. “When’s the next Patriarch selection?”
This was a question that Cheng Wenru always avoided. She had purposely avoided mentioning this to Cheng Juan, afraid that it would poke at his sore spot. But now that he himself brought it up so casually, she paused for a moment, and finally said, “Half a month later.”
“Good.” Cheng Juan nodded.
Cheng Shui entered with a document. “This was just sent by Cheng Tu. Giant Crocodile…”
When Cheng Shui saw Cheng Wenru, he paused and said vaguely, “Take a look at it. Cheng Tu wants to come back after hearing these things.”
Cheng Juan briefly glanced through the document and looked up. “You’re all itching to be in China?”
Thinking about the activities Cheng Tu had done with Giant Crocodile, Cheng Shui couldn’t help but cough and didn’t dare to speak.
“Cheng Jin would probably be driven out by the Navy’s Third Division too.” Cheng Juan stood up with a calm expression. “Tell him to submit his resignation letter and come back to sell clothes.”
Cheng Shui was taken aback.
He finally reacted after a few minutes. What Cheng Juan really meant…
So they called it selling clothes…
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Their voices were steady, calm, and not at all depressed as Cheng Wenru had imagined.
She thoughtfully went downstairs.
After so many years, she knew that the most incredible thing about Cheng Juan was that his money was almost inexhaustible.
Cheng Wenru was relieved to think of this.
The situation probably wasn’t as complicated.
She passed by Cheng Jin and Cheng Huo, who were watching Cheng Mu water the flowers. Then, she turned to Cheng Jin. “Cheng Jin, are you… selling clothes now?”
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Cheng Jin: “… Yes.”
He had always been.
Cheng Wenru: “… That’s good too.”
She was about to say something when she decided against it.
Cheng Juan sent Cheng Wenru down.
After they left, Cheng Jin and Cheng Shui gathered around Cheng Mu.
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Other than Cheng Mu, the other brothers rarely returned to the Cheng family and didn’t have much sense of belonging to them. At this time, Cheng Mu was proudly introducing his new flower species to his four brothers.
“Do you see it? It’s a new type of cold-resistant flower species that I researched recently. It’s even more cold-resistant than the old gardener’s.” Cheng Mu lifted his chin, his usually expressionless face now laced with pride.
The others quietly glanced at the pot of flowers and were silent for a long time.
They stopped themselves from making comments.
Cheng Shui sighed and patted Cheng Mu on the shoulder.
In the end, his good brother had become a gardener.
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After a few days.
Qin Hanqiu’s press conference day.
Qin Ran got up early and ate breakfast.
Cheng Huo sat beside her with a piece of bread in his mouth. “Miss Qin, was there really no loopholes in Cheng Tu’s security system last night?”
“There’s no perfectly safe system, but…” Qin Ran glanced up at him. “You must at least find his IP address and a trace.”
She still needed a host link if she wanted to attack a foreign security system, or she wouldn’t be able to get in without a port.
“Okay.” Cheng Huo sighed. “I’ll try again and see if they click on my Trojan horse.”
While they were talking, Cheng Shui and Cheng Jin followed Cheng Juan out of the study room. Qin Ran sipped her milk and glanced at Cheng Juan, casually propping her chin up. “My Dad has a press conference today.”
When she had been lost and confused during Chen Shulan’s death, Cheng Juan had been there to help her arrange her itinerary and had brought her to “play”.
Sitting next to her, Cheng Juan said, “Okay.”
They finished breakfast and left.
Qin Ran put on a windbreaker and buttoned her hat.
Wearing a black coat without a hat, Cheng Juan’s cheekbones were clear. He had become thinner and thinner recently, and his clothes were now much looser on him.
Qin Ran turned sideways and glanced at him. She thought for a moment and put a black mask on him.
The black mask was the same design as Qin Xiuchen’s. It was ugly, large, and only revealed his eyes.
Qin Ran smiled. “Let’s go.”
Cheng Mu didn’t follow them this time.
Not long after, they arrived at the hotel.
Qin Ran had always been afraid of and annoyed by crowds. If it wasn’t to bring Cheng Juan out today, she wouldn’t have come.
She had asked Qin Hanqiu for the address in advance.
The hotel’s second hall.
There were guidelines along the way.
Cheng Juan held her hand as they walked to the second hall. They happened to pass by the first hall, which also showed a huge screen for a press conference. At this point, many reporters had already entered the hall.
It was almost time for the press conference. Seeing the relatively empty hall on Qin Hanqiu’s side, Qin Ran raised an eyebrow.
Qin Hanqiu’s staff recognized her and escorted her in.
Noticing her staring at the opposite hall, the staff smiled bitterly. “Fourth Master Qin pushed ahead with his press conference. It just so happens to be on the same day as us. Most of the reporters have gone to his side…”
Opposite.
Qin Yu was sitting on the edge of the first row. She looked back and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she saw Qin Ran. “Mom, let’s go see Dad’s side too.” She laughed.
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