"Sir?" Wan Sui called out to him.
Although he still had the same expressionless look as usual, Wan Sui, who knew him very well, sensed a sense of impending danger in his eyes.
Instantly, she became nervous.
Did a multi-billion dollar deal go wrong?
No, could it be a bankruptcy-level crisis!?
While Wan Sui was pondering countermeasures, Qi Weiran, who had been standing still, finally moved.
He answered the phone.
Everyone held their breath, following his actions.
"What's the matter?" he calmly asked.
Qi Weiran paused for a moment after hearing something from the other end, then spoke, "It's something important."
After he hung up the phone, Wan Sui keenly noticed that his mood suddenly seemed to improve.
She immediately stepped forward and said, "Sir, regarding countermeasures..."
Qi Weiran raised an eyebrow, glanced at her, and then nodded at her. "You're right, we need countermeasures."
Wan Sui was taken aback.
Did that mean there were no countermeasures in the first place?
Looking at his seemingly cheerful appearance, she suddenly became uncertain.
Should they go bankrupt or not?
Meanwhile, Yi Qingju, who had just finished sending Qi Xiniann back from kindergarten, held a document in her hand and hung up the phone.
Zhang Ayi, who was beside her, asked, "How is it? Is it something important? Should I go and deliver it?"
Yi Qingju nodded. "Yes, he said it's important."
Zhang Ayi smiled happily. "The master seems really busy lately. He actually left such an important document in the study. Luckily, I found it early while cleaning."
"Madam, please go and deliver it quickly. It wouldn't be good to delay his work."
It's worth several million yuan per minute.
Yi Qingju nodded in agreement, her expression serious.
If she delayed, she would receive several million yuan less in inheritance distribution.
After changing into a standard lady's outfit, Yi Qingju quickly tied up her hair. The girl in the mirror instantly became more radiant. Only then did she pick up the keys and leave the house.
The little turtle in her bag moved: [Is the host not going to the pig farm anymore?]
Sitting in the transportation vehicle, Yi Qingju replied, [I'll go after delivering the stuff. I heard from Andy that the people from the Qi family seem to be coming again. They said it's something important.]
Xiao Jiji nodded.
Upon arrival, Yi Qingju looked up at the towering commercial building, unable to see the top. She tidied up her appearance and then walked in.
Xiao Jiji curiously poked its head out and exclaimed, [All these tall buildings belong to Qi Weiran. He truly deserves to be called the CEO.]
Yi Qingju smirked. [You're mistaken.]
[It's not just this building. All the more than 300 high-rise buildings in this entire area, when combined together, are called 'Qi Corporation.']
Xiao Jiji's mouth silently fell open.
[I just realized... I'm a turtle from a wealthy family.]
Yi Qingju could barely contain her laughter.
She had only set foot inside when suddenly three people stood in front of her, all smiling at her. "Madam, you've arrived."
Yi Qingju raised an eyebrow.
Did the sun rise from the west? Did the receptionist recognize her?
"Mr. Qi personally instructed me to take you upstairs."
One of them spoke up, causing the other two to immediately change their expressions. Defiantly, they said, "Let me take you up, come, please this way, Madam."
Yi Qingju looked at the three of them engaging in a silent competition and bypassed them, walking towards the timid-looking girl who was clearly new. She smiled slightly at her and said, "Hello, would you accompany me to the top floor?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, about to nod in response to Yi Qingju's warm and infectious smile, when the others approached and said, "Madam, she is new and doesn't have access to the top floor."
Yi Qingju remained composed and said, "Then give her your access card."
The girl's face stiffened, and she took off her own access card and handed it to the intern.
As they rode the elevator, Yi Qingju looked at the girl swiping the card and suddenly said, "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."
"I deliberately played a prank on them," she said with a mischievous wink.
The girl instantly burst into laughter.
"You're quite different from what the internet says. It seems those journalists rely solely on rumors," she remarked.
Yi Qingju smiled but remained silent.
Upon her arrival, Wan Sui greeted her and then left, appearing busy.
She knocked on the door, and after hearing the familiar voice from inside, she pushed the door open.
However, to her surprise, there was not only Qi Weiran inside but also a row of people standing there, their heads hanging low with pale faces, looking like unfortunate students scolded by the headmaster.
Yi Qingju was taken aback.
Why didn't Wan Sui warn her?
"Sorry, I'll leave."
Qi Weiran raised his hand slightly and said, "No need, come in."
The expressions of the others instantly became complex.
But what he said next made them feel like they were seeing a ghost.
"If you dare to come up with such a half-hearted plan again, the next thing on my desk will be your resignation letters."
"Leave."
The group exchanged glances.
They could all see the disbelief in each other's eyes.
Normally, they wouldn't be able to leave unless they endured half an hour of reprimand.
What's going on?
Only ten minutes had passed, and they were already let off the hook?
Perplexed, each person cast a grateful glance at Yi Qingju as they left her side.
Yi Qingju: ?
She walked over and gently placed the documents in front of Qi Weiran. "Sir, here you go."
Qi Weiran stared at the computer in front of him without even glancing down, appearing quite busy.
If one ignored the fact that he hadn't opened a single document on the screen.
Yi Qingju looked at him, feeling very satisfied.
[Work hard, Qi Weiran, I have high hopes for you.]
[Tsk, what Qi Weiran, no respect at all.]
[Clearly, he's my Lord of Wealth.]
Qi Weiran: ...
Perfect, he had gained another nickname.
"Well, I won't disturb you further. I'll go back now," she said, about to leave.
"Wait," Qi Weiran suddenly spoke up.
"What is it, sir?" Yi Qingju turned her head.
[What is it? My Lord of Wealth.]
Suppressing the urge to twitch her lips, Qi Weiran closed his computer, stood up, buttoned his suit jacket with one hand, and said to Yi Qingju, "Let's go for lunch."
Yi Qingju: ?
"Hey, wake up! It's not even ten o'clock yet, why are you showing off your meal? Are you addicted to eating like a pig?"
"I didn't have breakfast."
Surprisingly, he actually explained himself.
Yi Qingju remained motionless.
"Do you really have to eat this meal?"
"How much money will you lose because of this?"
Qi Weiran stared straight at her, his gaze determined.
He's just going out to eat, not vanishing.
Oh, maybe you'd be even happier if he vanished.
"Well then, I'll accompany you." Yi Qingju smiled softly.
She only wanted to kill someone in her heart.
Ugh, isn't this man a bit clingy?
Watching the girl walking away from him without a word, Qi Weiran curled his lips discreetly. When he walked to the table, he accidentally knocked off the documents Yi Qingju had brought, revealing a corner of the papers inside.
As he watched the two figures move further away, Wan Sui walked into the office with her report.
After seeing the document that had fallen on the ground, showing a glimpse of the paper inside, she picked it up and took a quick look.
Then she puzzledly said, "Huh? Why is it blank paper?"
