Chapter 1279: Chapter 1196: Nuannuan’s Identity
Shi Nuan knew that in the end her Father was soft‑hearted; he had only been married to her mother for twelve years.
Counting the days they were in love, it added up to not even fourteen years.
And Li Guirong had given birth to Shi Jiaojiao for her Father; Shi Jiaojiao was even one year older than her.
Calculated like this, Li Guirong had been following her Father for twenty‑four years already.
Twenty‑four years of entanglement—wanting to be completely ruthless was indeed far, far too difficult.
Especially since all these years, her Father had truly cared about Li Guirong: guarding his son, guarding his wife, guarding two daughters—in his eyes, this was the bliss of family life.
But he had never expected to learn such a thing in his middle age; for him, without a doubt, it was a heavy blow.
She might be able to understand, but she could not accept it.
Because her mother had died, and this searing grief was something she would never forget for the rest of her life.
...
TK Group conference room.
Liao Qinghe and Song Yansheng sat on either side of the main table; the one presiding over this meeting was Qiao Yichi.
Liao Qinghe had indeed, just as Song Yansheng had anticipated, made large‑scale changes to the original contract’s benefit distribution.
And TK Group, of all things, had no way to raise any objections. Song Yansheng thought that if this man truly went into business, his prospects would be limitless.
Thinking about it, that made sense. Wen Biyue could not possibly have taken a fancy to some mediocre man; he knew what kind of person Wen Biyue was.
By the end of the meeting, Song Yansheng didn’t feel much of anything, but Qiao Yichi had wiped his sweat several times. After the meeting adjourned, Qiao Yichi quickly left, wanting to go back to his office and let his brain rest.
Song Yansheng, on the other hand, invited Liao Qinghe to sit for a while in his office.
Qiao Yichi accepted without hesitation.
Yao Ziwan brought in two cups of coffee, and looking at the atmosphere between these two men, she felt it was a bit unusual.
She faintly sensed that they probably weren’t talking about official business, but that wasn’t something she could interfere with.
After putting the coffee down, she left.
In the spacious, bright office, only Song Yansheng and Liao Qinghe remained.
Liao Qinghe picked up the coffee at his hand and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Mr. Song is really blessed. Secretary Yao is not only capable, pretty, and well‑built, she also brews an excellent cup of coffee. Tsk tsk!"
Although Liao Qinghe had never paid much attention to City T and Song Yansheng, before coming to City T, some preparation work still had to be done.
Naturally, he also knew that under Song Yansheng, apart from this vice president, Qiao Yichi, there were two other trusted right‑hand men.
One was Chi Rui, who had followed Song Yansheng since their time in America and, after returning to the country, became his assistant.
The other was Yao Ziwan, who had joined TK three years ago to serve as Song Yansheng’s secretary.
And Yao Ziwan’s status was also quite special; she was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Yao Family in City T.
The Yao Group’s business fields were slightly different from TK’s, but it was also one of the leading enterprises in City T.
After graduating, instead of going to work at the Yao Group, Yao Ziwan had come to be Song Yansheng’s secretary.
Rumor had it that Yao Ziwan was devoted to Song Yansheng, and that her coming to TK was also for his sake.
But now, after more than three years, the two of them were still lukewarm like this, which had caused those rumors to die down quite a bit.
And from Liao Qinghe’s point of view, now that Song Yansheng had married Shi Nuan, his attentiveness to her was beyond imagination.
And Yao Ziwan had always been deferential and respectful toward him; no trace of ambiguity could be seen.
In that case, the reason why Yao Ziwan was still staying by Song Yansheng’s side did make him somewhat curious.
Song Yansheng glanced at Liao Qinghe, the thin lips at his mouth curling into a faint smile as he said, "Actually, not only is Secretary Yao good at making coffee, she’s also good at brewing tea. If Mr. Liao is interested in tea, I can have her make a pot and bring it over!"
Liao Qinghe shook his head. "Forget it. There will be plenty of time for tea later. For now, why don’t we talk about something a bit more serious... Mr. Song, feel free to say it straight: what information are you offering in exchange for the information you want from me?"
Song Yansheng was taken aback for a moment; he hadn’t expected Liao Qinghe to be so blunt.
But that was fine. He couldn’t be bothered with beating around the bush either; there was no point.
Song Yansheng said, "Someone connected to Xue Mobei—will that do?"
Liao Qinghe smiled. "At the moment, the only person in contact with Xue Mobei and who has directly met him is Zhou Hui, isn’t it? Don’t tell me Mr. Song has found a second one?"
Looking at him, Song Yansheng also smiled. "A second one? Mr. Liao is underestimating my capabilities. I won’t beat around the bush either: Xue Mobei’s wife and daughter. With that lead as an exchange, would you feel shortchanged, Mr. Liao?"
Liao Qinghe was stunned. Wife and daughter?
This was something he truly hadn’t known; Wen Biyue had never mentioned it.
But thinking about it, Wen Biyue was forty‑five this year, and her older brother was six years older than her; he was now fifty‑one.
