Yan Jinghuai did not know that this was the third time they had met.

The first time was on the side of the road.

On a summer night, Wen Qingyin returned home from work. When she was waiting by the traffic light, Yan Jinghuai was playing the guitar with his band on the side of the road. He laughed in an unbridled and unrestrained manner.

The first thought that came to Wen Qingyin was that she should marry him.

The second time they met was at the entrance of Wang Defu Clothing Store.

She just mentioned it casually. She didn't expect that her uncle would find that guy and ask her to see if it was him. Yan Jinghuai was still holding his crappy guitar and singing, still looking unruly.

Today was the third time they met.

Yan Jinghuai relaxed and leaned lazily against the chair. He asked, "Ms. Wen, why do you think I chose to be an artist?"

He was not the first artist Wen Qingyin had seen.

Wen Qingyin still wanted to fight for this cooperation, so she said euphemistically, "I think that if it weren't for fame and money, no one would be willing to suffer in the entertainment industry."

Yan Jinghuai smiled. He said with a sarcastic smile, "You're right. So I can't agree to the contract."

Wen Qingyin knew that he was saying no to the cooperation.

She asked, "Give me a reason. I need a reason why you're turning me down."

Yan Jinghuai had made up his mind and was no longer nervous.

He stretched his whole body, looking a little lazy and casual. "It's just that there are some reasons."

It had been a long time since someone dared to be so perfunctory to Wen Qingyin.

She knocked on the table with her middle finger and said to Yan Jinghuai, "Put your hand on it."

Yan Jinghuai did not notice the upcoming danger at all. He was even in the mood to joke. "Ms. Wen, I didn't expect you to be into reading palms... Ah!"

Before he could finish his words, the gorgeous pen was inserted into the desk through the gap between his ring finger and middle finger.

Wen Qingyin was still smiling. "Now, can you tell me?"

Yan Jinghuai held his hand in shock, and his attitude became respectful again.

"The conditions you offered are very good. It's impossible not to be tempted."

"But I can't agree."

"I'm not irreplaceable. Since you were able to find me, you can also find someone else. Someone who is much better than me."

"Even if you don't name any conditions, they will agree."

Yan Jinghuai smiled obediently and secretly tried to pull out the signature pen when Wen Qingyin was not paying attention.

But he couldn't pull it out.

Therefore, his attitude became more respectful.

Wen Qingyin stopped smiling as if she was looking at a fool. She asked, "Do you know what you rejected?"

"You've made it very clear." Yan Jinghuai stood up. "Otherwise, why would I be in such a hurry to escape? It's because I'm afraid I'll regret it if I stay any longer."

However, Wen Qingyin was not fooled. She said slowly, "As I said, I need to know why you're saying no. Otherwise, don't even think about walking out of the entrance."

Yan Jinghuai was neither a senior executive of Wen's Group nor her competitor, so he was not clear about her power. But at this moment, the signature pen was standing on the table, silently reminding him not to ask for trouble.

Yan Jinghuai probably also felt that this reason was ridiculous. He said in a low voice, "My self-esteem."

It was unknown if Wen Qingyin didn't hear it or if she couldn't believe it. She asked, "What did you say?"

As if throwing caution to the wind, Yan Jinghuai said, "It's my self-esteem."

"Although it makes me look like I don't know what's good for me, I believe that I can earn what you're offering me, and I can even earn more."

Wen Qingyin didn't even bother to smile at him perfunctorily.

She said, "I don't think you are ungrateful."

"But I do think that you must be out of your mind."

She had run out of patience, and her bad temper was gradually exposed.

"Earn the money? How are you going to do that? Just by singing on the street with your lousy guitar?"

"Wake up. Do you think there would always be pennies from heaven?"

"Read carefully. My assets are worth 50 billion. Not 5 million or 5 hundred. It's 50 billion! How dare you turn me down? You must have gone utterly stupid."

Wen Qingyin didn't bother to be angry with him, so she waved her hand irritably.

"That's right. Not everyone can get pennies from heaven. I'll give you three days to think about it. Then you will give me your answer."

Yan Jinghuai felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Just as he was about to slip away, Wen Qingyin stopped him.

"You have brains, don't you? Use them."

"I advise you to think about it carefully. It's an honor to be Little Ms. Wen's husband, and many people are fighting for this position."

When she cursed, her eyes were wide open and she looked very cute.

In the end, Yan Jinghuai couldn't help teasing her.

"If one day I come to you as a capable man, will the offer still be on the table?"

"At that time, even if you are married, I won't mind being your mistress."

He smiled frivolously. Although his smile was devilish, it was attractive.

He knew very well how to make his smile look nice.

Wen Qingyin remained unmoved and spoke with a poker face.

"Will the offer still be on the table? In your dreams."

"You only get to consider the offer in three days. You'll either say yes or disappear."

"As Little Ms. Wen, I never give anyone a second chance."

Yan Jinghuai inexplicably found her cute by what she said. He wanted to tease her, but she took out the pen casually.

Yan Jinghuai stood still and even felt like bowing to her.

"I wish you good luck with getting a proper husband. Goodbye."

Wen Qingyin was pissed.

The more Wen Qingyin thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help shouting at Yan Jinghuai, who was pressing the elevator button.

"Get out of here and take an ordinary elevator. Don't take my elevator!"

She was giving him a taste of the pain of losing the chance to be with Little Ms. Wen.

The office door opened silently. Yan Jinghuai left obediently.

Wen Qingyin had thought about offering him more, but she didn't expect that Yan Jinghuai would refuse her.

Just as she was sulking, the black screen suddenly lit up.

She thought that Yan Jinghuai was back, so she put on an indifferent face and wanted to teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man came in.

The man who came in was called He Yihong. He had a handsome appearance and a gentle temperament. He looked like he was in his early forties, but in fact, he was a handsome middle-aged man in his fifties.

He was the financial director of the Wen's Group.

He Yihong was the adopted son of Old Mr. Wen Bada. Wen Qingyin called him Little Daddy in private.

She addressed him that way due to the customs in Wen Bada's hometown. She called him that because he was her uncle.

He Yihong sat in the chair opposite Wen Qingyin and rubbed the space between his eyebrows wearily. "What are you doing? It's so early in the morning."

Wen Qingyin bent down and fiddled with her safe.

Although he couldn't see the specific steps, he could tell from the constant beeping sound that it was a big project.

He Yihong rolled his eyes when she wasn't paying attention to him.

The next second, Wen Qingyin poked her head out of the table, took out a handful of colorful candies, and put them next to He Yihong. "It's my treat."

Although He Yihong had been there since she was young, he had never understood what was going on in her mind.

For example, the candies she kept in her office were clearly very cheap, but she had to keep them in a safe.

He picked up a mint-flavored candy and stuffed it into his mouth. The stimulating taste temporarily relieved his fatigue.

Wen Qingyin picked up an orange-flavored one and asked while opening the package, "Little Daddy, why do you have time to come over? Have you finished checking the accounts?"

Although he was exhausted to the extreme, He Yihong still managed to keep everything under control. He said calmly, "I didn't check the accounts."

Wen Qingyin couldn't tell that he was an old fox who could lie without batting an eye.

She frowned in dissatisfaction.

She was thinking, "What kind of candy is this? It's so sour."

She changed the topic. "I just picked a boyfriend for myself."

Now, He Yihong looked much more interested.

Seeing the suspicion on his face, Wen Qingyin said, "He's a young man. He's very tall, handsome, and in good health."

She emphasized, "He's ten thousand times better than Unlucky Cui."

He Yihong knew that she was trying to provoke her father, so he sighed, "The old man is just doing all of this for your good, Jianjian."

"For my good?"

It was unknown whether Wen Qingyin really understood the implication or if she was deliberately arguing with him.

"So, the old man is indeed plotting against me."

He Yihong felt more troubled.

He had been overworking for several weeks and was already exhausted physically and mentally, but the devilish brat was even bringing him more trouble. He only hated that he was not old enough to lie down in the ICU like Wen Bada, who could leave everything aside.

He said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Don't you know how much the old man dotes on you? If he knew you're thinking that way, he would be sad."

Wen Qingyin still didn't believe it. "He is nice to me, but what about Wen Yuming, who is trying his best to seize the position? Is the old man really not going to support him?"

He Yihong knocked on the table. "What are you talking about? That's your grandfather and father. Behave yourself."

Wen Qingyin had never been afraid of him. She looked away.

"When Wen Yuming takes over, the first thing he'll do is marry me off. You know how much he likes Cui."

"Although the Wen's Group has gone public, it's still part of the family business. Only the Wens have the power."

"A married daughter will have nothing to do with the family. When I get married, I will be a member of someone else's family. Not to mention continuing to be the CEO of the Wen's Group, I won't even have the right to intervene in the management of the group. Am I right?"

He Yihong felt more troubled.

Wen Qingyin was telling the truth.

He Yihong knew the personalities of Wen Bada and Wen Yuming very well. They were quite pedantic.

He could only comfort her. "Don't talk nonsense. Your father is not smart enough to do so."

Wen Qingyin sneered. "With his intelligence, maybe he will force me to sleep with Unlucky Cui. Then, he will say, 'Look, I'm so nice to you. I got you a great husband.'"

He Yihong was very worried. Based on his understanding of Wen Yuming, it wasn't like Wen Yuming wouldn't do that.

Seeing him like this, Wen Qingyin became more agitated.

"And those old bastards on the Board of Directors, they really have no conscience. I'm the one who makes money for them, and I'm their source of income. What did they do? The old man is still alive, and they've already begun to plot against me..."

He Yihong suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wen Qingyin was naughty with a bad temper. She was unreasonable and liked to fight. But since she became the CEO, she still cared about her reputation.

Room 520 was Little Ms. Wen's second office.

She wouldn't allow her relatives to go there. There were only two kinds of people who entered this place - Little Ms. Wen and her subordinates.

Little Ms. Wen would never make a scene in front of her subordinates.

"Little bastard, you're scheming against me," He Yihong scolded with a smile. "Since you're bullied, why don't you take revenge? Are you trying to have me buy something nice to make you feel better?"

"How could you be so soft now, Little Ms. Wen?"

Wen Qingyin was not embarrassed at all. She changed the topic and said, "Little Daddy, when will you marry Ms. An?"

Ms. An was the ex-wife of Wen Yuming and the mother of Wen Qingyin. She and He Yihong used to be schoolmates.

He Yihong felt like his head was about to explode. He regretted messing with this devilish brat.

He raised his hand, made a surrender gesture, and fled.