Chapter 1246: Chapter 1247: I Don’t Have a Grandson Like You!
The more she thought about it, the more Zhuang Yanyan felt uneasy. "No way, you must quickly send someone to find her! Hurry up and bring Jinglei back!"
As she spoke, her gaze shifted and she noticed her grandson still eating porridge.
Qin Feimo was not eating; he merely held the ceramic spoon in his hand, quietly contemplating.
Zhuang Yanyan saw that he still had the mood to eat and snatched the bowl of porridge in front of him, then slammed it heavily onto the dining table!
She then got up and stormed past the dining table, angrily arriving beside Qin Feimo, and forcibly dragged her seated grandson up and pulled him outside...
"Grandma, what are you doing?" While being dragged outside by her fragile figure, Qin Feimo frowned in confusion.
Zhuang Yanyan didn’t respond, continuously dragging him to the front door, then pushed him out, saying furiously, "Jinglei hasn’t returned all day, don’t come back either. I have no grandson like you!"
Without waiting for Qin Feimo to react, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang!
Staring at the tightly closed carved door, Qin Feimo stood there stunned.
Then he lowered his gaze, thinking about how she had no family, no relatives, not even a job. Thinking about all this, he inexplicably started to feel anxious and irritable.
So determined, just up and left?
After glancing again at the closed door, Qin Feimo said nothing and turned to walk towards his car, driving away from the Commander Residence.
He had no idea where Feng Jinglei had gone, nor did he want to investigate her current whereabouts.
Yet all morning, sitting in his office, he was evidently not in the right state, as these unclear emotions kept affecting him, making him unable to focus on his documents.
"Knock, knock."
The door to the president’s office was knocked, and Qin Feimo set down the documents in hand, "Come in."
"Mr. Qin, this is your schedule for today. In ten minutes, you need to go out and discuss cooperation matters with Ms. An from X Jewelry Company."
The secretary walked in, handed the schedule to Qin Feimo for review.
Qin Feimo picked up the schedule, glanced at it absent-mindedly, and said, "Alright, I understand."
The secretary nodded, then turned to leave.
"Wait."
The secretary turned back, puzzled, looking at the imposing figure at the desk, "Does Mr. Qin have other instructions?"
Qin Feimo kept his head down, only after a few seconds did he lift his gaze, looking at the female secretary in front of him, "Xiaozhang, let me ask you a personal question."
Secretary Zhang froze for a moment, as personal questions inevitably led to some imagination, her cheeks blushed, "Mr. Qin... What would you like to ask?"
"Do you have family?"
Secretary Zhang’s face reddened even more; starting with family...
"I have parents and an older brother."
Secretary Zhang answered, feeling that today’s Mr. Qin was different from usual.
In the eyes of employees inside the group, he was always silent and sparing in words; apart from work, he almost never talked to employees.
Qin Feimo felt this wasn’t the way to proceed, so he changed his approach.
"Let me ask you, if... " Thinking the next question might be overstepping, Qin Feimo couldn’t help but clear his throat, "Suppose, hypothetically, you had no family, no relatives or friends, no money, and no job. In this big city, how do you think you would manage?"
Secretary Zhang was stunned, then smiled, "Mr. Qin, if so, I think it would be really difficult to survive in Jingcheng, right?"
