Chapter 129: Mr. Qin, There’s a Green Tea Baiting Your Wife!

Even the most enlightened monks cannot easily glimpse others’ destinies.

“Mr. Qin, can you write a character? I’ll help you find clarity,” the abbot offered.

“Sure.” Qin Mohuai dipped his distinct fingers in tea and wrote the character “Xia Yuan” on the table.

The abbot stared at the character for a few moments, then smiled mysteriously, “Mr. Qin, as long as your heart is sincere, your wishes will be granted.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Qin Mohuai stood up, his calm expression betraying no joy. He had come seeking psychological solace, not expecting the abbot to alter Xia Yuan’s fate.

As he turned to leave, the abbot’s gentle voice suddenly rose, “Mr. Qin, your wife is not from this world, so there may be a turning point.”

Only the Qin family knew about Xia Yuan’s origins, a closely guarded secret.

Yet the abbot knew.

A flicker of light ignited in Qin Mohuai’s eyes as he turned back and respectfully thanked the abbot.

After he left, a young monk asked, “Master, didn’t you always say ‘Heaven’s secrets cannot be leaked’? Why did you reveal so much to Mr. Qin?”

The abbot glanced at the young monk. “Are you saying Mr. Qin doesn’t always visit the temple?”

The young monk quickly covered his mouth.

As Qin Mohuai reached the foot of the mountain, snowflakes the size of thumbs began to fall from the sky.

“Good omen! This is good fortune! Mr. and Mrs. Qin’s wishes will surely be fulfilled!” Qin Wu exclaimed, eyeing his solemn boss.

No one knew what was on Qin Mohuai’s mind; his deep-set eyes narrowed coldly.

“Let’s go home.”

Qin Wu rubbed his nose, knowing his boss’s mental strength was formidable. As long as Mr. Qin understood, not even divine beings could sway his will.

—

Xiangzhou welcomed its first heavy snowfall of the year, lasting through the night.

The headquarters of the Qin Group consisted of three massive office buildings connected by corridors, standing majestically during the day and shimmering at night.

Some likened this iconic Xiangzhou structure to a money-printing machine, symbolizing endless wealth.

Only after the Maybach pulled into the Qin Group’s garage did Xia Yuan understand why the usually stingy Mr. Qin suddenly allowed her to work.

“Excuse me, elegant and handsome Mr. Qin, my office is not next to yours, is it?”

“Isn’t that great? Just like last night, with the fierce snow outside, you and I were closely bundled, completely exposed, sharing warmth.”

“……” Xia Yuan replied, annoyed, “Mr. Qin, if the staff sees this reckless side of you, they might stop idolizing you.”

“I’m only reckless in front of Boss Xia.”

Xia Yuan got out first and saw three people waiting for her.

Qin Mohuai’s secretary, He Qin, the CFO Qin Xiao (Qin Mohuai’s cousin), and He Fengxia, the professional manager from Ai Xia Records.

“Qin Xiao?”

“Good memory, sister-in-law! I’m Qin Xiao,” he said.

“I rarely see you, but we’ll definitely meet more often. Let’s have lunch together some time. See you at the dinner; I’m heading to work now,” Xia Yuan replied.

“Okay, sister-in-law,” Qin Xiao responded.

He perfectly inherited the signature phoenix eyes and high nose of the Qin family. Unlike the handsome and elegant Qin Mohuai, he had a somewhat charmingly rebellious look.

Qin Xiao walked over to Qin Mohuai. “Bro, how could you let sister-in-law work? I’m laughing so hard I might burst! I’m just worried about scaring the delicate beauty… oh, I mean sister-in-law.”

Qin Mohuai shot him a glance. Just as Qin Xiao thought he might get hit, he heard his brother say, “I wanted to wait for the weather to improve before letting her come to work, but she coaxed me for a long time last night. You don’t have a wife, so you wouldn’t understand the feeling of wanting to give your life for her when she’s being cute.”

Qin Xiao: “……”

Eating dog food first thing in the morning makes me want to puke!

—

Xia Yuan’s office wasn’t in the same building as Qin Mohuai’s, but it was convenient to get to since the three buildings were interconnected.

Her office chair was a couple’s design like Qin Mohuai’s—his was black, hers was white.

The lounge was carpeted with a milky Persian rug, and the cloakroom was empty except for a half-height safe for her belongings.

Professional manager He Fengxia discussed company business and financial conditions with Xia Yuan for a few hours.

He Fengxia said, “The Qin Group headquarters would rather leave the offices empty than rent them out. Ai Xia Records is the first external company to settle in the Qin Group headquarters.”

“In the past few years, the CFO of the Qin Group it hasn’t charged Ai Xia Records rent until now when he notified us to pay two million.”

“We’ve signed a few minor stars, but none are doing well. We can’t even come up with five hundred thousand, let alone two million.”

“Who is the CFO at headquarters?” Xia Yuan asked.

“The CFO of the Qin Group is one of the most powerful held by Qin Xiao, whom you just met,” He Fengxia explained.

“Oh, so it’s him.” Xia Yuan twirled a pen between her slender fingers, formulating a plan.

Qin Xiao had a rather arrogant and difficult appearance, but Xia Yuan had always been a woman who knew how to adapt, so she was ready to deal with Qin Mohuai…

If she could continue to take advantage, she would. If not, she hoped to negotiate a lower rent.

“I understand the basic situation now. Let’s work together to turn the company’s financial struggles around.”

He Fengxia flattered her a bit more before calling in a small star standing outside.

“This is the young singer I signed a few days ago, Ling Xiao. He’s twenty years old and 182 cm tall.”

“Ling Xiao participated in ‘China’s Good Music’ last year. He was capable of winning, but because he didn’t sign the contract given by the production team, he only placed fourth.”

“Ling Xiao has a great voice; I think he’s at the top tier for pop music! He looks good too—young and charming, very popular in the fan circles.”

As He Fengxia enthusiastically promoted him, Ling Xiao lowered his gaze but secretly sized up Xia Yuan.

She was wearing the latest YSL milk-coffee colored cashmere coat, knee-length, with no extra buttons, just a dark brown leather belt accentuating her slim waist.

So beautiful, so eye-catching.

The entertainment industry might not even have someone with such grace.

“He Ling, hurry and greet Xia Yuan,” He Fengxia urged.

“Hello, Xia Yuan! I’m Ling Xiao. I promise I’ll sing well and earn money for the company!” he said.

Xia Yuan chuckled lightly. “Great, let’s first make enough to eat, then we can talk about passion.”

Ling Xiao’s heart raced. She was so gentle…

—

As noon approached, Qin Mohuai closed his pen, striding towards his wife for lunch.

Just as he reached her office door, he heard Xia Yuan’s voice.

“Your grandmother is seriously ill? The company can lend you fifty thousand for now to pay for her hospital fees. Your grandmother has worked hard her whole life; let’s not make her suffer in her old age.”

“Thank you, Xia Yuan, you’re so kind!” Ling Xiao replied.

Qin Mohuai pushed open the door, his thin lips curling into a sarcastic smile, thinking, What a shameless person, pretending to be innocent and pitiful—that’s a game I’ve already played!