“Uncle, you’re clearly concerned about me, yet you refuse to admit it.”
Mao Nana secretly laughed in her heart. Seeing that Qu Xiujie was unwilling to admit his feelings, the corners of her lips curled up beautifully. She looked at him with her pretty almond-shaped eyes and continued, “Uncle, do you know that you’re very cute when you’re so proud?”
“How am I cute? You’re the cuter one.”
Qu Xiujie did not think much of it and looked at her coldly. He grabbed her collar and pulled her to the side. “You are the cutest. You are cute in every way.”
“Of course, I’m cute. I’m sporting the cute style.”
Mao Nana blinked and smiled at Qu Xiujie.
“Oh.”
Qu Xiujie replied in a low voice and looked at Mao Nana’s clothes. “Yes, you are cute. Your dressing is sexy so how can I keep up?”
“Uncle, you’re just jealous.”
Mao Nana covered her mouth and laughed but was very satisfied with the change in Qu Xiujie’s expression. It was as though this was the only way to prove how important Mao Nana’s position was in Qu Xiujie’s heart. Even so, she was more willing to see him argue with her.
The uncle who could fight with thieves in the business world always gave her a sense of security. It was precisely because of this that Mao Nana believed that fate was something that could only be found by chance.
“How is that jealousy?”
Qu Xiujie’s heart trembled slightly. What was this girl thinking? He merely wanted her to wear long pants but why was it so difficult? Why did it have to involve him being jealous? Who knew if Qu Xiujie was really jealous or if he wanted to see her shivering in the cold on purpose.
However, when Qu Xiujie thought of how those men were drooling over Mao Nana’s long legs, he felt unhappy. It was as though his own daughter was being targeted by someone else.
“You’re just jealous, but if you admit it, I’ll tell you that I’ll listen to you. I’ll wear long pants tomorrow, but if you don’t admit it, I’ll still wear a skirt. It’s the kind that’s super short and seductive.”
Mao Nana bit her lips lightly. She was extremely charming.
“It’s none of my business whether you wear it or not. You’re the one who’s cold, not me.”
Qu Xiujie’s gaze shifted from Mao Nana’s face to her long legs. They were beautiful, straight and could no longer be described as beautiful.
“Hey, is it that hard to admit that you’re jealous?”
Mao Nana bit her lip in anger. Her almond-shaped eyes were still hiding her dissatisfaction. This blockhead, was he lying to her or to himself?
“I’m not jealous to begin with. Why should I admit it? Seriously.”
Qu Xiujie’s voice was low as he walked into the house with the shovel, leaving Mao Nana standing alone beside the osmanthus sapling in the backyard. The anger on her face was still there but the smile in her eyes could not be concealed.
Zhang Manhua, who was standing on the second floor, could see everything that was happening in the backyard. She was liking this Mao Nana more and more.
Compared to Pei Ge, this Mao Nana was more suitable to be a caring daughter. Thinking of Pei Ge, Zhang Manhua was slightly worried. It was not as though she had not heard of the Qu family’s recent matters. Although Qu Xiujie had moved out of the Qu family, he was still part of it.
Previously, it was just a casual act in R City’s shopping mall to save Mao Nana, and it was already widely spread on TV. Now that the Qu family’s stock market had plummeted, Zhang Manhua knew that it was Pei Ge and Ji Ziming who had done it. Thinking of Ji Ziming, she recalled how sincere and serious he was when he asked her to let Pei Ge marry him.
Perhaps, love was something serious and could not contain any impurities.
Now, the Qu family’s stock market had risen again at lunchtime and was so high that it was unfathomable. Zhang Manhua knew that in the capital, only Ji Ziming had such power and could control the entire stock market. It was also because of this that Zhang Manhua was more worried whether Pei Ge was trying to bring down the Qu family or Old lady Qu.
She had no idea and lost her confidence.
Meanwhile, in the Ji family’s villa, Pei Ge was dressed neatly in the car as she rushed to the Ji Group. When she reached the company, she would officially help Qu Jingwan revive the Qu family.
In the CEO’s office, Ji Ziming was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee in his hand. His tall figure, handsome features, and contours accentuated his unique charisma. His cold aura made the CEO’s office feel chillier.
“Ziming, is this your plan to deal with the Qu family’s company?”
Pei Ge found a blue folder on Ji Ziming’s desk. On it was detailed records of Qu Group’s recent profits and losses, as well as the percentages of all the industries. It was very detailed.
“Yes, but it’s not a plan to deal with Qu Group. It’s just the financial report of Qu Group over the years.”
Ji Ziming turned around and the sunlight shone behind him, forming a beautiful shape.
“What does that mean? What’s the use of this?”
Pei Ge was confused and looked at Ji Ziming’s confident and calm face.
“Of course, this is useful. As long as I have this, I have a rough understanding of the Qu family’s profitable business. All these years, it has always been Old lady Qu controlling the Qu family’s company, including the Qu family’s matters. Ge Ge, you might not believe that Old master Qu doesn’t have a single cent under his name and he is completely controlled by others.”
“Shouldn’t you say that he deserves it?”
She pursed her lips coldly.
“Yes, that’s what I should say about him. He’s really pitiful. They’re already so old, yet they’re still playing the old couple’s lovey-dovey game. What’s the reason behind this?”
Ji Ziming sipped his coffee lightly and praised, “Ge Ge, let me tell you another piece of information. The more afraid a person is of death, the older they become.”
“Death?”
She frowned at him, unsure of what he meant.
“Yes, death.”
Ji Ziming’s voice was low and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a big gulp of coffee. “This coffee is not bad.”
“Right, when is dad coming back? I’ve already gotten Auntie Zhang to clean the house again.”
Pei Ge did not continue asking about ‘death’.
