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It was Wednesday, and after finishing her first Language Class, Shu Ran had no classes for the rest of the day. Coincidentally, it wasn't her turn to be on duty, so she had a rare moment of leisure.
She brewed a cup of hibiscus tea, and the fragrant aroma of the tea leaves filled the air. The hibiscus flowers in the cup unfurled in warm water, creating a vibrant red color, and it smelled sweet and tangy.
She pursed her lips and took a gentle sip, only to frown as the sourness hit her.
Shu Ran didn't like overly sour things, such as mangoes, pineapples, or plums; she rarely ate them.
She bent down to rummage through the drawer for honey or rock sugar.
"Shu Ran?" A voice called from the doorway.
Shu Ran looked up and replied, "I'm here."
Upon seeing who it was, she asked in confusion, "Director Shang?"
Director Shang stood at the door with short, fluffy corn-colored curls resting on her shoulders. Her short and plump figure was dressed in a deep green skirt suit that looked somewhat awkward.
"Oh," she said as she hurried over to Shu Ran with an excited expression. When she reached Shu Ran's side, she suddenly grasped Shu Ran's hand warmly, tears glistening in her eyes.
Shu Ran was startled by her action and quickly asked, "Is something wrong, Director Shang?"
Director Shang affectionately patted Shu Ran's hand and looked at her with gratitude in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she thanked her, "Thank you, thank you, Shu Ran."
"Huh?" Shu Ran was puzzled and replied, "What are you talking about, Director?"
Director Shang continued to express her gratitude, "Thank you, Shu Ran. I appreciate your willingness to put aside past grievances and your generous assistance. Aunt Shang truly feels guilty towards you; I have no way to repay you in this lifetime."
As emotions ran deep, she pretended to kneel down, but Shu Ran quickly urged, "Director, what are you doing? We can talk things over properly; please get up."
"Oh, oh..." she hurriedly responded, feeling guilty again. "Shu Ran, it was Aunt Shang who made a mistake before. I shouldn't have discarded your father's hard work so carelessly. I disappointed you."
Ke Shuran was completely confused from the moment she entered.
"Wait a minute, Director, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word," she interrupted Director Shang.
"Weren't you the one who paid off a large debt for Brother Shang?"
Director Shang recalled the events of that morning and explained, "The creditor came looking for us today. Aunt Shang was terrified; usually, they come with a fierce demeanor and if they can't find Xiaoxiao, they would smash furniture and threaten me and his father."
"But today was different; they sat respectfully in the living room, with the IOU that Shang signed on the table, saying they were returning it to us."
"His father was astonished and asked what happened, only to find out that someone had paid off our debt."
"At first, they wouldn't say who it was. After we pressed them for answers, they revealed a bit of information. They said a Mr. Qin paid this money on behalf of Shang using your name."
"Shu Ran, who is this Mr. Qin?"
Shu Ran widened her eyes in shock, unable to speak a word, but her mind had already reached an answer.
Director Shang did not receive her answer and did not press further. She took out a document from her bag and handed it to Shu Ran.
"This is the land ownership of the kindergarten and all the shares held by Aunt Shang. I am now transferring everything to you."
"Take a look, and if everything is fine, just sign at the bottom right."
Shu Ran looked at the document in her hand and couldn't help but ask, "Then Aunt Shang, what about you?"
Director Shang smiled gently; her mindset was always so simple. Even after being hurt, she still thought of others.
"Aunt Shang just wants to find a stable job. I am already very content with this situation. I ask for nothing else, just hope that you, Brother Shang, mature quickly."
Shu Ran recalled how she had fought alongside her father for so many years, yet due to her own child, they had come to this point today. She felt a pang of compassion.
"Aunt Shang, please stay on as the principal of this kindergarten. Consider it my invitation to you, okay?"
Aunt Shang was taken aback and tears filled her eyes.
At her age, who would want to go out and compete with those young people?
Through all the storms and hardships, she was already tired of the journey. At this age, all she sought was stability.
Her face, worn by time, bore the marks of hardship.
She eagerly agreed, her voice trembling with excitement: "Okay, okay, as long as you don't mind, as long as you don't mind."
...
After seeing off Director Shang, Shu Ran slumped into her chair.
The floral tea on the table had already cooled down; after a long steeping, the tea had turned a deeper red, and the sour aroma wafted up.
She lost interest in drinking tea and casually covered the cup to prevent the sourness of Hibiscus Tea from spreading.
But at this moment, her unhappiness was definitely fake.
She no longer had to worry about her father's kindergarten being sold; the memories belonging to her and her father could finally be preserved. This place was finally hers.
How could she not be happy?
She couldn't help but smile, her grin radiant.
She was truly very happy.
After dazedly laughing to herself for ten minutes, a reminder popped up in her mind, reminding her that her current happiness stemmed from someone's assistance.
The curve of her smile dropped again, and a sense of frustration built up inside her.
She seemed determined as she took her phone out from the first drawer.
She swiped up and turned off airplane mode.
Opening WeChat, she scrolled down to find the name Qin Xian.
She opened the chat box, ready to type.
But hesitated for a moment.
After all, he had silently taken back ownership of the kindergarten for her, and sending just a thank-you message on WeChat felt inadequate, didn't it?
Her delicate face was filled with conflict.
After thinking for a moment, consuming millions of brain cells,
she bit her lip and exited WeChat.
Opening her messages, the list was empty; apart from a message from 10086 about her balance, there was only one message from an unfamiliar Phone Number.
She clicked on the unknown number, steeled herself, and pressed dial.
Qin Xian was in a meeting, with various departments reporting on the progress of their respective projects. He lounged lazily in his chair, seemingly indifferent, but his gaze was focused. A casual sweep around the room revealed a growing sense of pressure in the space.
The light from the projector flickered in front of him as he stared at the data displayed on the white screen. His brow furrowed, and he suddenly spoke up, interrupting the project manager's explanation on stage.
"What is the budget for this project?"
The person on stage suddenly became nervous and hurriedly reported, "Twenty million."
"You expect me to achieve these results with twenty million?" Qin Xian said coldly, ready to explode when a phone rang unexpectedly.
Everyone shivered; who didn't know that President Qin hated it when someone brought a phone to meetings, let alone when it wasn't even on silent mode?
Everyone lowered their heads, searching for the unfortunate soul who was about to be fired by the boss.
They saw President Qin, also known as Qin the Big Boss, sitting at the head of the table, his gaze vacant as he picked up the phone placed next to his documents.
His eyes fixed on the phone screen displaying a number he had memorized after just one glance.
He suddenly chuckled softly, seemingly forgetting that he had been angry just a second ago, as well as the twenty people in the conference room.
With a light tap of his fingertip, he answered the call.
"Hello?"
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