Chapter 1411: Daughter's Thoughts

In a daze, Xie Qiao smelled the aroma of food. The hunger from not eating since morning struck, and the activity of her stomach made her open her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a lunch box placed in front of her, while Wang Yan was eating and drinking heartily on the side.

She climbed up from the table and couldn't help but let out an "ouch."

Looking at Wang Yan's questioning gaze, she said: "My arms and legs are numb, hiss..."

The feeling of limbs going numb is, of course, uncomfortable. Wang Yan said: "Stand for a while, wait for the blood to circulate, and it will be fine in two or three minutes. Drink some water to moisten your mouth; your lips are dry."

"Dehydrated from the fever..." Xie Qiao stood up and drank the mineral water.

As soon as Wang Yan heard her tone of impending death, he knew she was still thinking about the flu.

"Alright, I said it's fine, so it's fine. Don't keep thinking about that; the more you think, the more likely you are to catch it. The human body is very idealistic in many cases. Besides, I'm such a big boss, what if I really caught it? You have to think that you just have a normal fever, absolutely not the flu, understand?"

"Sigh..." Xie Qiao said, "I feel dizzy and swollen now."

"Side effect of the fever medicine, you slept until you were dizzy." Wang Yan said simply and directly, "If it doesn't work, stomp your feet twice, and you'll be spirited immediately."

"Forget it, my legs are still numb."

"Just use this numbness in your legs to stimulate your brain to refresh yourself."

Xie Qiao didn't stomp her feet in the end. She wandered around the empty office, relieved the numbness in her hands and feet, turned back, sat down, and ate the food heartily.

Wang Yan smiled: "Look, isn't this eating quite heartily?"

"I'm really hungry, and even if I die, I want to be a well-fed ghost, absolutely not a starving ghost!"

"Ambitious, eat more."

Xie Qiao realized: "Wang Yan, is it that for normal colds and fevers, the appetite isn't too good?"

"Not necessarily, it also depends on individual circumstances. Like me, as long as I'm not really about to die, I always eat heartily."

Wang Yan didn't lie to Xie Qiao. In his life, only in the last few years of his life did his body go from bad to worse, his gastrointestinal digestion ability and body absorption ability were significantly degenerating, and only then did he have a feeling of not wanting to eat and being unable to swallow food.

Besides that, even at the age of one hundred and twenty or thirty, he could eat meat in large mouthfuls and drink wine in large bowls, it was just that the overall food intake dropped significantly, but it didn't affect his appetite.

But Xie Qiao didn't know these things. The gaze she looked over with had a few more points of pity: "You must have been unable to eat enough and unable to wear enough in the past, right?"

"It's not that miserable. I wear the clothes that the children of the neighborhood committee cadres can't fit into anymore. Even if they don't have any, I just have to ask their relatives or friends for some. As for food, I have a minimum living allowance, and on top of that, I flip some pirated discs and books, so I can earn a little. Even if those don't work, there are so many government departments; I just go from unit to unit and mooch off their cafeterias, which is enough for me to be well-fed."

"After all, I was a minor, and I had no father or mother, and I was quite good at fighting, and I didn't break the law or commit crimes. Who would make things difficult for me because of eating and drinking a little?"

Xie Qiao was silent for a long while and said: "You're really awesome, really."

"Thank you, everyone who knows me in my neighborhood says so."

"Sigh, can you tell me about your past?"

"The newspapers have reported almost everything, it's quite comprehensive, except for glossing over my fighting and selling pirated goods, it's basically the same as the facts. Oh, and there are also the evaluations of those interviewed; they all say good things now. They didn't say bad things before, but it wasn't that good."

"Oh..." Xie Qiao didn't say anything else and turned to talk about other messy things.

Wang Yan dealt with it casually and ate this lunch.

Lighting a cigarette after the meal, Wang Yan spread out comfortably in the chair, his long legs resting on the table. In this empty and quiet environment, smoking a cigarette felt exceptionally different.

Xie Qiao didn't say anything. She knew that when Wang Yan was with many women, he always went outside to smoke and wouldn't do it directly in the room, considering taking care of the majority of people.

Right now, there were only the two of them, and she didn't mind that much. Wang Yan even asked her before lighting the cigarette...

"What are your arrangements?" Wang Yan asked.

"Don't know." Xie Qiao shook her head. "I don't want to go back to the dormitory. You say, even if I don't have the flu, a cold is contagious. What if I implicate Qianxi and Xu Lin? Especially at a time like this, wouldn't that be all over?"

"Go home?"

"Going home is even worse. I have elderly and children at home, their immunity is even lower. Wouldn't that implicate the whole family?" Xie Qiao sighed and asked, "Can you leave the school?"

"Isn't this obvious? I have such a big company, how much business is there in a day? If I can't go out, what do I do?" Wang Yan said amusedly. "Then what do you think? You can't stay here all afternoon, right?"

"What do you say?"

"Staying in a hotel is definitely not okay for you right now; they won't let you stay with a high body temperature." Wang Yan thought for a while, "How about going to the house I bought? You can stay there for a night and see the situation."

"Uh... is it appropriate?"

"Then you can sleep here; there is also a folding bed. You can make do. It's up to you; I have no opinion."

Xie Qiao thought Wang Yan would say something like "it doesn't matter," but obviously, she didn't hear the answer she wanted. Wang Yan gave her another choice.

After being silent for a while, Xie Qiao shook her head and said: "I'll just sleep on the folding bed here. You have so many things to do, so I won't trouble you to run back and forth."

"Okay." Wang Yan nodded with a smile, as if he didn't see the astonishment on Xie Qiao's face.

After being silent for a while again, Xie Qiao said: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen the house you bought yet."

"Want to see it?"

"I was just saying."

Wang Yan reached out and put his arm around her shoulder again: "A lone man and a lone woman, aren't you afraid of a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?"

Xie Qiao broke free from Wang Yan's arm again: "If you say that, I'm not afraid."

Wang Yan smiled, extinguished the cigarette, got up, and tidied up the lunch box: "Let's go."

Xie Qiao responded and followed Wang Yan step by step...

The house Wang Yan bought was not far, just two kilometers from Beiqing. It was a newly completed high-rise building, 130 square meters. Of course, it wasn't Wang Yan's money, but purchased in the form of a company loan, and put under Xiao Qianxi's name. The company then provided Xiao Qianxi with a housing subsidy to balance the accounts, including renovation, and various furniture and ornaments in the house; not a penny was spent.

It was equivalent to all the shareholders of Zhiwo Net raising a woman for Wang Yan...

Arriving at the place, Xie Qiao changed her shoes at the door and wandered around the house.

Then she returned to the living room with a look of amazement, looking at Wang Yan who was drinking cola: "This house is too good."

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"The layout of the house, and the renovation. Look at such a large floor-to-ceiling window, such a large balcony, and the renovation feels particularly good, particularly fashionable, with a sense of design. It looks particularly comfortable, and the furniture chosen is also good, looking harmonious with the renovation..."

Listening to her praise, Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction: "I'm not talented, it came from my own hands."

"Whoa, I really couldn't tell, you have this hand too?" Then Xie Qiao suddenly remembered the magazine office and patted her head: "Look at my brain, the renovation of the magazine office was done by you; the house must be even more attentive. Don't say, Wang Yan, I found that you are really versatile. With this hand, you could earn a lot of money just by doing interior design..."

"No, they don't know the goods." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Wang Mouren has systematically studied architecture and design, and has quite deep attainments and accumulation of experience in this aspect. He has designed landmark buildings many times, as well as his company's headquarters, bought houses many times, carried out interior design for residences, and personally operated the design work of residential projects.

But if he purely used his professional ability to work, earning money is certain, but to say earning a lot of money is very difficult. After all, regardless of the industry, how much money is earned is not just a matter of professional ability itself. This point, even in the rigorous academic world, is the same.

Especially architecture and design, which are a bit subjective and idealistic. Before reaching the point of mastering the industry's right to interpret, Wang Mouren also has to honestly be a beast of burden. If he doesn't do some work, he won't be able to rise.

Xie Qiao obviously didn't understand. She said inexplicably: "Why are you being so mystical?"

"I see you have plenty of spirit."

"Is that so?" Xie Qiao sat on the single sofa on the side, kept a certain distance, and said relaxedly, "Maybe it's because I escaped the imprisoned environment of the school now. I also feel very relaxed in my heart, and I really have some spirit."

"Here, drink some iced cola to get rid of the fire."

Xie Qiao followed the trend and turned to ask: "I heard this house is under Qianxi's name?"

"Yes, the property deed is in the drawer in front of you."

Hearing this, Xie Qiao pulled open the drawer of the coffee table, and sure enough, found the big red book inside. The name of the owner on it was exactly Xiao Qianxi.

After looking at it carefully, she put it back in its original place, and Xie Qiao sighed: "You are really good to Qianxi."

"Weren't you feeling sorry for Qianxi before?"

"Although it's very vulgar, giving hundreds of thousands just like that really proves how much you value Qianxi." Xie Qiao let out a long sigh. "Sure enough, feelings still have to be weighed by money."

Wang Yan shook his head amusedly: "Don't be so pessimistic. For me, it's like this; for others, it might not be. You say I'm not marrying Qianxi, so isn't it just that I can only compensate in terms of money."

"Then what if you have no money?"

"Then do you think this 'if' of yours will happen?"

Xie Qiao thought seriously for a while, shook her head, and was a bit frustrated: "No, the achievements you have made now were fought for by your bare hands. Even if you have nothing now, I guess you can do it again very quickly."

"Not saying very quickly, but being a little rich is no problem."

"You're really confident."

"Because my previous situation was there. Now I am an adult, have hands and feet, and have some culture, so I can always find a way to make a living. Since the worst situation is already guaranteed, what is there to be afraid of?"

"What you say makes sense." Xie Qiao nodded. "Speaking of which, it seems like this is the first time we've been in contact for such a long time..."

Wang Yan looked over, Xie Qiao was drinking cola, her gaze looking elsewhere.

"Feeling my charm even more?"

"You're a bit narcissistic." Xie Qiao pretended to be disgusted.

Wang Yan laughed. Of course, he saw that Xie Qiao was pretending.

After drinking two more sips of cola, Xie Qiao turned her head to look at Wang Yan, with a bit of caution: "Let me ask you something."

"Ask."

"Do you... only have Qianxi as a... girlfriend now?"

Wang Yan smiled and shook his head: "No."

"Uh..."

Xie Qiao was speechless again at Wang Yan's sincerity. She was stunned for a while, still cautious, "Then can I take the liberty to ask, how... many? Two? Three?"

"It depends on how you define it. If you are referring to emotional exchange and spiritual collision, then counting Qianxi, there are only two. If you are referring to pure carnal desire between men and women, and maintaining a relatively stable connection, then counting Qianxi, there are four."

Xie Qiao stopped talking, just staring blankly at Wang Yan.

After a long time, she asked again: "Then does Qianxi know?"

"Don't know, but she should have a feeling. After all, sometimes I am very free, but I don't accompany her, and she is not stupid."

"Then doesn't she ask?"

"Never ask."

Xie Qiao was silent.

After a while, she stood up: "I'm a bit sleepy, I want to sleep again."

"The master bedroom is over there."

"Forget it, I'll sleep in the guest bedroom. I just looked, there are pillows and quilts." Xie Qiao said, and she had already walked away.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wang Yan smiled, walked to the door, and knocked: "I'm going to the company to get busy. I'll bring food back for you in the evening. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

"Then sleep."

Wang Yan left decisively and went to the company to handle work.

As a high-tech internet enterprise, Zhiwo Net has a high degree of paperless office. Wang Yan's principle is to develop whatever is missing. Whether it is the internal office system or the financial system, they are continuously being developed and perfected, and a separate company has been established to do related business later.

So it's the same for Wang Yan to work in the Science Park or here in Zhongguancun. However, since he has left school and is going to handle it personally, the efficiency is naturally higher...

Hearing the sound of the room door closing, Xie Qiao, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

Her mind was very messy now, far messier than when she heard Qin Chuan liked her back then...

She didn't expect Wang Yan to be such a person, and she didn't expect Wang Yan to say everything, saying whatever she asked.

Originally, she wanted to ask who they were. She had an intuition that among Wang Yan's other three girlfriends, there were people she knew. But she didn't dare to ask, because she was afraid Wang Yan would really say it, which would be too terrifying; she was afraid she couldn't bear it.

But just like this, it also made her re-establish her understanding of Wang Yan.

Just as she said, today was the first time she had been alone with Wang Yan for such a long time, the first time she had observed and understood Wang Yan so seriously.

With the previous Qin Chuan incident, she had already realized that she subconsciously had some fantasies about Wang Yan. Those fantasies came from previous conversations with Xu Lin, from Wang Yan's comfort to her after her confession to He Xiaozhou failed, and from the bits and pieces of everyone getting along on weekdays.

She wasn't sure if that was liking.

She was even less sure if she could bear this liking and the various practical problems she needed to face.

Nor was she sure what kind of thoughts were under Wang Yan's warm appearance...

With these uncertainties, she fell into recollection again, recalling the bits and pieces about Wang Yan...

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