Chapter 542: 544 Red Lip Print (3)_1
Ten minutes later, Huo Bei brought the stock equity gift agreement that Qin’s general manager, Ji Yan, had sent over, up to the second floor and gently knocked on the door.
Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan, "Go open the door."
Seeing Che Huan about to open the door in her pajamas, Huo Jinnan frowned, took a suit jacket from the closet, and strode over to drape it over Che Huan’s shoulders.
Che Huan looked up.
Huo Jinnan ignored the question in her eyes, bent down to fasten the only button of the suit jacket, then his gaze moved upward, glanced at her neckline, and gave it a tug upward, "Go on."
"..."
Che Huan stared at Huo Jinnan—was it Huo Bei or perhaps Uncle Lu outside?
She was dressed, and not untidy!
Huo Jinnan glanced over, saw that Che Huan had put on a bra, lit a cigarette, walked to the side, sat at the head of the bed, and turned his attention to the open laptop, continuing to handle work.
When Che Huan heard the knock on the door again, she walked over, opened it, and saw Huo Bei!
Just as she had expected—if it had been Aunt Rong, he would not have draped a suit jacket over her and fiddled with her neckline.
Huo Bei looked at Che Huan, "Madam, please sign here."
He handed the agreement and a ready pen to Che Huan.
Che Huan skimmed through it and realized that Qin Moting intended to gift her stock equity—10% at that.
She turned back to look at Huo Jinnan, "How much is 10% of General Manager Qin’s stock worth?"
Huo Jinnan didn’t even look up, "At least thirty or forty billion, I guess."
"..."
Che Huan’s eyes widened—is General Manager Qin foolish with his money? She thought of the man who was supposed to be her biological father and gradually calmed down—there was nothing wrong with a father treating his daughter this way, right?
But she—
Having never experienced such a feeling since childhood, she was unable to adjust to it for the moment?
She wondered about Fang Tong.
How many shares would she receive?
After some thought, she still made a call to Qin Moting.
When the call connected, she wasn’t sure whether to call him General Manager Qin or dad, "You... are you really planning to give me so much stock?"
"When you got married, dad didn’t know, so let’s say it’s part of your dowry. Oh, and I’m also planning to buy you a property. When the time comes, Ji Yan will send over a few options, and you can pick two that you like."
Hearing the man’s gentle and soothing voice made warmth surge through her chest, and her throat seemed to clog with something, taking her a long while to choke out, "No need for so much..."
Qin Moting sat in the bedroom, looking towards the quiet Wen Ru, "Having your own property is necessary. That way, if ever slighted by Huo Jinnan, you won’t be without a place to go. You can come home whenever you wish, or go to your own apartment, without having to cater to anyone’s moods."
"..."
Che Huan was silent for a long time; for that moment, she truly believed she was General Manager Qin’s biological daughter. Once, Che Zhiqiang and the old Mrs. Che didn’t put it that way.
They said, "The Gu Family isn’t just any family. When you marry into it, remember to be diligent, tactful, and not to upset Jizhou and your mother-in-law..."
Pen in hand, she was about to write down "Che Huan" when Huo Bei, standing nearby and seeing Che Huan’s pen about to draw a horizontal stroke, quickly spoke up, "Madam, you should sign ’Qin Huan,’ shouldn’t you?"
Qin Huan, right, she was Qin Huan now; it’s just that she had been called Che Huan for over twenty years, and it wasn’t easy to get used to the change!
She wrote down ’Qin Huan’, and as Huo Bei presented the open red inkpad, she dipped her thumb in it and pressed it onto her name.
After Huo Bei left with the signed agreement, Che Huan turned to look at Huo Jinnan, only to find his face looking rather unwell.
