On the other side, Gu Zixuan woke up in the middle of the night at four-thirty in the morning.
Having fallen asleep only at half-past one, waking up in less than three hours was a tormenting experience.
Perhaps there was something on her mind, she couldn’t sleep soundly. When she woke up and saw the phone screen that still hadn’t lit up, something dim passed through her eyes...
She recalled the car accident eight years ago that injured her eyes, recuperating at the "New York University Medical Center."
Her vision was impaired, temporarily blind, and He Qimo took meticulous care of her. The gentleness he showed at the time, the light kiss he once placed on the corner of her lips, and even that night when she took the initiative, he murmured the words "Marry me" against her lips, her eyes slowly welled up with moisture.
Wiping them dry, she stubbornly lifted her chin, letting all the remaining sadness flood back.
Only then did she glance at the sleeping Yu Wei beside her, quietly getting off the bed.
She took a bottle of purified water from the fridge and drank as she entered the studio to start working. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet
A warm orange table lamp illuminated her as she fixed her gaze on the blue-lit screen.
Within the search bar, clicking the mouse brought up numerous news articles related to the "Feng Yi" company.
Gu Zixuan browsed through them one by one, from portal websites to product analysis, from media interviews to financial data.
Originally, she just wanted to do a systematic company research, but as she flipped through, she found two interesting pieces of news.
One was that the predecessor of "Feng Yi" company was called "Yunfeng Real Estate," which later acquired an internet company called "Yiyun" for a merger and reorganization, quickly capturing the market amid the internet boom, accurately targeting, and expanding to the empire-like scale it is today.
The other was that before the merger and reorganization, "Yunfeng Real Estate" had opened a branch in New York, United States in 2008, seemingly aiming to engage in logistics retail, but the branch was shut down for unknown reasons less than three months after registration.
Was it affected by the subprime mortgage crisis in the United States?
Gu Zixuan took a sip of purified water and rapidly scrolled down several pages with the mouse.
In fact, she was not very clear about domestic issues during her studies eight years ago, but she was well aware that the U.S. subprime mortgage crisis began showing signs in 2006 and 2007.
Why did Feng Chengjin, as a real estate investment businessman, take the risk of entering New York at that time?
Moreover, eight years ago?
Thinking about that number, Gu Zixuan frowned slightly.
But without finding any substantial information, after flipping a few more pages, she closed the tab and began searching for information only related to the e-commerce industry.
The sky gradually lightened, until the white of dawn emerged.
As Yu Yuanshen, who woke up early, just turned the knob of the bedroom door, he saw the slender figure diligently typing in front of the computer in the glass room.
In a daze, it was as if he recalled his childhood, when every time he passed by the military district compound, while other kids were laughing and playing wildly, Gu Zixuan was always quietly sitting by the window, either reading or practicing piano...
She had always been diligent and industrious since childhood, to the point where, for others, being serious at work was either spurred by pressure or self-restraint, but for her, it was simply a habit.
Gu Zixuan stifled a yawn and rubbed her watery eyes.
Yu Yuanshen’s heart trembled, and he retracted his gaze, heading into the kitchen.