Xiao Jinghuai actually returned a month later. As he just got off his private jet, followed by Xing Quan, he was greeted by the key personnel from various companies and even subsidiaries, who also reported some urgent matters.
A month of negotiations, Xiao Jinghuai and his small team turned the tide and finally got the other party to compromise. Basically, those who were by his side hadn’t had a proper rest for several days.
So, Xing Quan took it upon himself to push those major decision-making events back.
Anyway, what his boss needed now was a good rest.
At the end, he saw the head of security for the Xiao Family standing there, holding something in his hands, "President Xiao, this is what you need..."
Before the man could finish his sentence, Xing Quan interrupted him, "President Xiao is very tired. Business matters will wait until tomorrow."
"Y-yes." The man nearly jumped out of his skin.
But a month ago, they clearly said to deliver the photos as soon as he returned to the country!
Why now...?
Xiao Jinghuai stopped beside the man, his deep eyes flashed darkly, as he reached for the materials in the man’s hand, "Is everything from this month here?"
"Yes, it’s all here. She basically met the same person every time and visited several government departments. Miss Song seemed to live quite fulfillingly, and with much joy this month."
Xing Quan frowned, what a candid remark indeed!
He felt another storm brewing.
Xiao Jinghuai looked at the photos, they were all of her, sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing heartily, long hair fluttering, her face elegant and pretty, wearing strap denim pants, a chunky hat, passing out flyers at the street like a high school girl.
Ha! Truly fulfilling, exceptionally fulfilling.
"Xing Quan, I need to go back first, company matters wait until tomorrow."
"I understand, President Xiao..."
At this point, Xing Quan’s brow furrowed more deeply, "President Xiao, actually there’s something I haven’t dared to mention to you, news about Madam has been heavily reposted on Weibo now, and some media have sneakily photographed too."
When he said this, Xing Quan was prepared to lose half a head, but if he didn’t say it now, he’d likely lose the whole head.
"I don’t know who’s leveraging last time’s momentum to bring up Madam again, should we investigate this matter?"
Xiao Jinghuai coldly snorted at the smiling girl in the photos, then lifted his foot and walked off, without answering Xing Quan.
Zhou Yunxian, well done, you really dare to pursue!
Xiao Jinghuai returned home, his expression chilling, originally thinking the two little ones would obediently stay at home, unexpectedly, there was no one except the servants.
About an hour later, an adult’s and a child’s voice came from the doorway.
"Little Song, turns out that Uncle Zhou is so interesting, much more interesting than Dad. Next time, you take me to play with him again!"
"Sure, let’s go to KFC together next time."
"Hmm hmm hmm..."
Xiao Beibei smiled up, just to see the man sitting on the living room sofa holding a newspaper, her tiny figure trembled slightly.
"Dad, why are you back?"
Song Song followed the voice and saw the man in pale moon-colored home wear, sitting perfectly there in profile.
He turned around, met her gaze, his deep pupils like they were going to draw her in.
Xiao Jinghuai smiled warmly, set the newspaper aside, stood up, "I’m back, you seem to have had a lot of fun?"
Although he was smiling, Song Song felt he was very angry, very angry.
Why was he angry? Shouldn’t she be the one who’s angry?