She was not surprised how he did all this. In fact, anyone who had seen Li Yuntang with his own eyes would not be surprised by his achievements.

She only wondered why he decided not to leave the Li family.

But it is precisely for this reason that the entire Li family, from top to bottom, is very secretive and tight-lipped.

"Grandma, don't scold Daddy."

In the silence, Xiao Yunduo stood up, her sweet smile concealed the loneliness in her expression, and whispered sensibly: "Daddy said, Mommy has something she has to do now. I think she must love me very much.

Daddy and I are working hard every day to meet us as soon as possible."

No matter how angry the old lady was, she could not be cold-faced to Xiao Yunduo, and sighed: "Xiao Yunduo is so well-behaved that it's heartbreaking. I don't care what reasons or secrets you have with that woman. In short, I won't allow her to make Xiao Yunduo sad."

Li Yuntang nodded slightly, his eyes briefly passing over Yan Xiaye, lowering his eyes and replied calmly: "If she didn't have to, she would never let Yun Duo be sad."

With such an episode, the old lady only had time to tell Yan Xiaye a few words about Ya'er's preferences after dinner, and then the servant helped her back to the bedroom to rest with her heart aching.

Yan Xiaye had no reason to stay in the living room anymore. After thinking for a long time on pins and needles, he finally mustered up the courage to go back to the room.

While Li Beicheng was standing in front of the window checking his mail, she explained her purpose of coming in one breath.

"About the job grandma said..."

Li Beicheng didn't even raise his head, and there was no room for change in his words: "My secretary is Shui Rou, and I will not put you next to me to give you a chance to take revenge on her."

"I can guess it." She nodded calmly, with no fluctuation in her expression: "And I don't want to be your secretary at all. Within my ability, I will go to the department with the highest salary. It doesn't matter if I am tired."

She and he both knew very well that as long as the money owed by her father was not paid off, she would not be free for a day.

"You?" Li Beicheng paused for a moment, then laughed out loud as if he heard a joke: "If you hadn't dropped out of school six years ago to please the old man to prepare for pregnancy, you could still have a place in the Li family with a diploma from Beijing University, but

Now...do you think you are still the talented jewelry designer?"

He dropped his cell phone, walked over and looked at her condescendingly: "After five years in prison, you can't even pick up a paintbrush, right? Can you still draw amazing designs?"

She listened to his humiliation, her fingertips secretly piercing her palms, but she still looked indifferent on the surface.

Li Beicheng's dark eyes narrowed slightly: "Yan Xiaye, are you so eager to leave me?"

She felt slightly astringent, never expecting that such a question would come from Li Beicheng one day: "Do you think I will never learn a lesson and will still love you as stupidly and naively as I did five years ago?"

The two stood opposite each other, and the sadness and ridicule in her eyes fell exactly into Li Beicheng's heart.

She was hurting herself desperately, and she was hurting him at the same time.

The pain may not be profound, but it is so distinct that it is hard to ignore.

"Okay! Since you insist on humiliating yourself, I promise you." In anger, he grabbed her slender neck, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You want a high salary that can be qualified without academic qualifications?

Work? Report to the Public Relations Department at seven o'clock tomorrow evening. I will say hello to Manager Yin and will definitely meet your requirements."

Yan Xiaye had difficulty breathing, and chuckled intermittently under his control: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

After saying that, as if he had touched something dirty, he let go of his hand expressionlessly and threw Yan Xiaye aside.

Even if he doesn't love her, he doesn't want to see his belongings out of control.

This time, he was willing to be more patient with her and wait until she came back crying and begging him.

Leaning against the wall in embarrassment and breathing heavily, Yan Xiaye watched indifferently as Li Beicheng strode out of the room and picked up his cell phone in the corridor that had been vibrating since just now.

The next moment, the displeasure in the man's expression disappeared, replaced by a heart-wrenching elegance and affection: "Shui Rou, she is very good. You are the only one who still cares about her stupidly, but she has never asked you a question..."

Seizing the opportunity so well is indeed Yan Shuirou's usual style.

Yan Xiaye looked away lightly, feeling for the first time that Yan Shuirou's hookup with Li Beicheng was not without any benefit.

Even if he wanted to act in a play for his grandma, it would be easier to let her sleep with Li Beicheng again after five years than to kill her.

…

That night, Yan Xiaye gave up the comfortable and soft bed in the bedroom, curled up on the sofa and tossed and turned, not falling asleep all night.

I rubbed my dry eyes and looked out the window, finally looking forward to the dawn.

She didn't even have time to change her clothes, so she rushed downstairs to find the driver on the grounds of feeling unwell, and couldn't wait to give the hospital address.

The driver quickly started the car, held the steering wheel and said: "Madam, the hospital you mentioned closed down for some reasons a few years ago. I suggest you go to another one..."

"Closed?" In the rearview mirror, Yan Xiaye's face turned pale.

"You look very uncomfortable, otherwise I'll ask the family doctor first..."

Yan Xiaye was worried and interrupted him hastily: "Do you know where all the original doctors went after the hospital closed down?"

The driver was speechless for a while and tried his best to answer: "I don't know about this, but I remember that the young master used to be the majority shareholder of the hospital. You can ask the young master to see if those people's files are still preserved."

She stretched out her hand to pinch the clothes on her chest, bit her lip and murmured: "Li Beicheng..."

"That's right...wait young madam, where are you going?"

Yan Xiaye got out of the car in despair, turned his back to the driver and whispered softly: "I'm fine. Please don't say anything to the old lady."

7pm.

Yan Xiaye came to the public relations department on time to report.

Manager Yin received the notice early in the morning and had already speculated on Yan Xiaye's identity several times.

However, no matter how much he planned in advance, when he really looked back and forth at the beautiful and smiling woman in front of him, he couldn't help but be startled.

Her beauty is bright but not aggressive. She wears a light-colored dress that outlines her slender figure, and her whole body has a calm and distant temperament.

It is very different from the charming and coquettish popular nowadays, but it undoubtedly has an unforgettable charm.

Even a seasoned veteran like him, who has seen countless celebrities and socialites, can't help but hold his breath slightly.

"Manager Yin, this is Yan Xiaye." Seeing the other party's sudden startling, Yan Xiaye just thought it was a show of force ordered by Li Beicheng, and repeated his purpose nonchalantly: "I'm here to work."

"Ah...yes, yes!"
Chapter completed!