Chapter 93

Everyone chatted in the entrepreneurship park office.

Wang Chuan and Xu Yuntao rode back to the city in a Shengyang Land vehicle.

In the office, Wang Chuan deliberately mentioned that he and Xin Chanxi would establish a company.

As expected, Xu Yuntao and Xin Yuansheng demanded that Wang Chuan not form a company with Xin Chanxi.

Their reason was that although Xu Yuntao was not Wang Chuan's biological uncle, people might still report him for accepting bribes to push Source Land Real Estate's tourism city development—this was imposing a false causal link.

Wang Chuan considered that as long as Xin Chanxi remained a shareholder, any future profits from the company would be suspected as profit transfer from Xin Yuansheng.

Unlike Xin Chanxi giving Wang Chuan one hundred thousand, which could be recognized as a loan and repaid soon, this was different.

It was just like when Wang Chuan, in his past life during IPO due diligence, checked related-party transactions. If you left even a single line of written shareholder agreement, even if innocent, you'd still be suspected as a channel for profit transfer.

To establish a company, two people were required, so he had to bring Xin Chanxi in as a shareholder.

Wang Chuan had already thought of an alternative: Pei Nanli. If her mother Ning Hui disagreed, there were many other candidates.

Tomorrow he would handle the industrial and commercial procedures; he had already sent a text to Lou Yihan to take care of it.

Moreover, on Xin Chanxi's side, because...

Ding-ding, Xin Chanxi sent a text: "Brother Wang Chuan, sorry, sorry, didn't I delay your matter? Tomorrow my dad made me accompany him to work—I can't help you with the industrial and commercial procedures."

"Yes, it's a bit troublesome—we're still short one shareholder."

Xin Chanxi, sitting in the backseat of the Mercedes S600, was frantic.

One minute passed, two minutes passed—Brother Wang Chuan was angry and wasn't replying to me, o(╥﹏╥)o.

After deliberately waiting a full fifteen minutes, Wang Chuan replied: "I just asked around—there are several candidates. The shareholder issue isn't a problem anymore. Xiao Xi, don't worry, don't feel guilty. We'll cooperate again next time."

"And that one hundred thousand—I'll find a way to pay you back in installments."

Xin Chanxi exhaled deeply in relief—Brother Wang Chuan had already contacted a new shareholder—and instantly replied: "Keep the one hundred thousand. If you need more, I still have money in my bank card."

"Alright, I'll see if any new investment opportunities come up, then we'll cooperate again."

After sending this text, Wang Chuan decided to temporarily stop contacting Xin Chanxi—she was being closely watched by Xin Yuansheng.

Arriving at Mingzhou First Hospital, Wang Chuan stepped out of the car and hadn't walked far when he heard Xu Yuntao's voice: "Xiao Chuan, you really have no time tonight? Your uncle wants to treat you to dinner—tomorrow I'm returning to Xinzhou."

"Uncle, tonight I already made plans a half-month ago to eat at a classmate's house."

After speaking, Wang Chuan turned and walked away. Last month's warning had altered Xu Yuntao's life path—he didn't know if it was good or bad for him.

He had only given a warning; the final choice was his own.

Wang Chuan returned to the Intern Dormitory, took a shower, and headed toward the Emergency Department to see if he could get a chance to suture a few cases.

"Wang Chuan."

"Is it dinner time already?" Wang Chuan asked, puzzled.

Today's OOTD of Pei Nanli.

She stood on the hospital's shaded boulevard, her high ponytail tied as usual, half-up.

She wore a tight ice-blue T-shirt that accentuated her full curves, and light-blue slim-fit jeans that sculpted her perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

Her legs were straight, her face cold and proud, and summer sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her body.

Since his rebirth, thirteen days had passed since Wang Chuan's first day of internship at Mingzhou First Hospital, when he saw Pei Nanli again.

"It's already half past five. Did you buy gifts for dinner today?" Pei Nanli walked up to Wang Chuan and asked.

Wang Chuan leaned down close and replied: "I plan to buy two pounds of apples—one pound for each of your parents, symbolizing peace and safety."

"You~!" Pei Nanli frowned. "If you didn't want to go, you should've postponed it earlier. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Let's go. You lead the way?"

"Where to?"

"Aren't you coming now to take me to buy gifts? I'll state this upfront: I won the bet on the ball game, but I haven't received the money yet. Don't buy expensive gifts."

Pei Nanli watched Wang Chuan's tall back ahead of her. This kid—if he'd placed his bet successfully yesterday, he and Xin Chanxi would've won over fifty thousand from their ten-thousand bet.

She thought inwardly: 'During four years of university, he was on the basketball team—I never saw him so obsessed with soccer, staying up all night watching matches. And his win-loss predictions were always accurate.'

Pei Nanli caught up and walked beside Wang Chuan. "Are you short on money? Aren't you the Deputy General Manager of a bar? Your monthly salary must be substantial."

Wang Chuan stopped and suddenly lifted her chin with his finger. "I only allow my wife to know how much I earn each month. Are you going to be my wife?"

Pei Nanli slapped his finger away with her right hand. "Don't go too far—it's broad daylight on the hospital's shaded boulevard."

"Fair point. It's daytime—you're shy, that's normal. We'll talk about it tonight."

Wang Chuan noticed she didn't retaliate, only glared at him. "Your mom said last time: I don't oppose the two of you dating."

After his rebirth, Wang Chuan initially planned to give up the White Moonlight.

He discovered Pei Nanli's mother strongly approved of him—he deduced that in his past life, his pursuit of Pei Nanli failed because he never met her mother.

This time, he must not let Pei Nanli become Yang Fang's wife—Yang Fang's ex-wife.

Both sat in the backseat of the taxi. Wang Chuan noticed sweat beads on her clean neck and forehead, and also noticed that today Pei Nanli wore slim-fit long denim pants, not shorts.

"Pei Nanli, you're wrapped up so tightly in this summer heat—are you pickling yourself like salted meat?"

"I spent all day learning to drive—I was afraid of sunburn, so I wore more," Pei Nanli replied.

She worried that if her mother Ning Hui woke her up early and forced her to spend the whole day with Wang Chuan, she couldn't handle it.

So yesterday she arranged with her driving instructor Sun Dalu to start lessons early this morning.

She hadn't passed Subject One like Wang Jia—because she was a friend of the Boss's nephew, Sun Dalu agreed to let her start early.

She suddenly asked: "Wang Chuan, do you know why Xin Chanxi didn't go to driving school this morning?"

"This morning, she was with me—we went to Mingzhou University."

After speaking, Wang Chuan kept his gaze fixed, observing Pei Nanli's expression.

"Wang Chuan, you're about to start working—don't deceive innocent high school girls."

Wang Chuan chuckled lightly: "She's already eighteen—she's an adult! It's mutual consent; you can't control me."

"Alright, I'll make it clear to my mom at dinner. You're chasing a girl who just finished the college entrance exam."

As expected, Pei Nanli was jealous; on the right side of her mouth, her delicate teeth slightly bit her lip.

After hearing this, Wang Chuan laughed. "Look, you're getting anxious again. I'm going to register a company tomorrow. This morning, I went to an entrepreneurship park near Mingzhou University and rented an Office. The owner of that entrepreneurship park is Source Land Real Estate."

"Renting an Office? Starting a company?" Pei Nanli's brow relaxed.

Wang Chuan pointed at Pei Nanli's face and said, "Pei Nanli, during the four years of university, I never saw you get jealous. Oh~ so you were just counting on me!"

"Who's jealous!" Pei Nanli indeed felt a hint of jealousy in her heart; exposed by Wang Chuan, embarrassment appeared in her eyes.

Just then, the evening sunlight of summer passed through the car window and fell on Pei Nanli's cheek, as if dyeing two patches of rosy clouds.