kvmb Chapter 463 Fu Qiyuan: Ti Ti is still young
Chapter 463 Fu Qiyuan: Ti Ti is still young
While Wei Ruzhen was frantic with worry and Xi Sen was angrily rebuking Xi Qingzhou, records of Miss Fu's press conference were already laid out on the desks of various newspapers. Some editors-in-chief seized the time and completed the writing and printing of the news articles in just one afternoon, which were published in the evening paper that night, causing a sensation and exclamations.
White-collar workers had just finished get off work and were passing by a newsstand when they bought a newspaper and heard the owner enthusiastically sharing his experiences.
"There's more to the story of the shipping magnate's four sons catching their spouses in the act, as reported in the morning paper. Ms. Fu has even held a press conference to speak out. Would you like to buy a copy?"
"Miss Fu has spoken out?" The customer was enjoying the gossip from this morning, but he didn't expect there to be a follow-up after get off work this afternoon. His eyes widened in surprise. "Give me a copy, quick!"
"That's a lot then." The shopkeeper raised his hand, quickly picked up several newspapers, and waved his finger in front of the customer's eyes, showing the headlines about the matter. He asked with a smile, "Which one would you like to buy?"
Exclusive Report: Heiress Ms. Fu Speaks Out! Talks Charity, Not Scandal; "Catching Adulterers Turns into a PR Battle: Heiress KOs Gossip Reporter with One Move: Focusing on the Rule of Law is Better than Gossip"; "Heiress Praised for Crisis Management, Hotel Scandal Turned into Publicity: Industry Insiders Say Sewage Becomes a Moat"...
Each title was in bold, eye-catching font, leaving the customer overwhelmed. He waved his hand generously and declared, "I'll take them all!"
The more lively the event, the better the newspapers sold, and the newsstand owner was overjoyed.
When Xi Qingqing passed by the newsstand in his car, he also rolled down the window and bought a copy from the owner.
For no other reason than to be happy.
Xi Qingzhou has been very successful in transforming the company's financial sector over the past two years, mainly because he has a good wife and a good in-law family to support him. This is naturally a good thing for the Xi family, but not necessarily for Xi Qingqing. Now, before she has even done anything, Xi Qingzhou has already cut off his own arm, which is like a godsend.
Although the stock price of Xi's Group will inevitably fall for a period of time due to this incident, it is not a big problem. Xi's Group has a solid foundation in shipping and is in a thriving state overall. It is only a matter of time before it recovers.
When Fu Ziyan received Xi Qingqing's cheerful phone call, she had just finished a preparatory meeting for a charity gala, with several documents spread out on her desk.
"Yan Yan, I just..."
Fu Ziyan held the phone in one hand and a pen in the other, reviewing documents. The smile on her lips gradually widened amidst the cheerful chatter of her friends.
"Qingqing, aren't you busy?"
Xi Qingqing hugged a cushion and flopped onto the sofa, her voice cheerful: "No, the tone of my project is almost set. I was supposed to be on guard against Xi Qingzhou's traps, but after this incident, he probably won't have time to trap me."
Fu Ziyan, busy with her schedule and piles of documents, fell silent.
She had to handle both public relations and charity gala matters, and also finish her work ahead of schedule to make time to fly to London for the wedding.
Being busy for a few days is normal, after all, she wants to find time to travel and explore throughout the year, and there's always some time she has to catch up on work. But seeing the stark contrast between herself and Xi Qingqing, Fu Ziyan felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Ugh~ Why does she have to deal with work?!
Fu Ziyan quickly reviewed the documents that Zhang Xiafei had selected that needed to be processed today, put down her pen, and took a car back to Victoria Peak.
"Good evening, young lady."
"Where's Dad?"
Tan Wu was used to it: "The professor is in his study, having a multinational conference call."
"understood."
Fu Qiyuan ended the conference call and looked up to see Titibao sprawled on the sofa, looking dejected.
During the later part of the phone call, he noticed that his daughter had quietly slipped in, sometimes opening the refrigerator to get yogurt, sometimes lying down to read magazines and newspapers, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
His study or office was never guarded by Titi. Over the years, there have been occasional instances where Titi would quietly play on the sofa and wait for him while he was busy.
Seeing his daughter having enjoyed herself for half a day, only to look dejected and aggrieved when he came over, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Who bullied our Titi?"
Fu Ziyan said indignantly, "It's work! Dad, your precious daughter is being exploited by work."
"Oh—" Fu Qiyuan relaxed her brows and smiled, drawing out the words, "Then what should we do? Should Daddy burn all the documents for my precious daughter?"
Fu Ziyan gave a loud "humph" and sat up straight, grabbing a cushion from her side and tossing it at her father.
Fu Qiyuan naturally reached out and caught it, placing it on the sofa to the side. He stretched out his arm and gently patted the top of his daughter's delicate, fluffy hair, smiling and gently scolding, "When did you develop the bad habit of throwing things at your father? Has it been too long since you've been punished by facing the wall and copying lines?"
Fu Ziyan ignored him. She was already twenty-five years old; how could her father possibly punish her for such a small matter? However, as Da Titi, she still had to give her father some face.
"I was wrong," Fu Ziyan gave them some face, but not much, before changing the subject to complain, "Qingqing and Ningning are planning to go out to sea, and I have so many documents to process, I don't have time to go with them!"
She blinked and looked at Fu Qiyuan.
Dad, did you hear that? Hurry up and show some compassion for your daughter!
Fu Qiyuan smiled but didn't respond. He knew exactly what his Titi was thinking: "Yes, our Titi is amazing."
"Daddy, I want to go play too!"
"But you have work to do."
Fu Ziyan tilted her head and asked softly, her voice rising at the end, "Dad, are you busy?"
Fu Qiyuan smiled gently, "Daddy's been quite busy too. Would my darling Titi like to help Daddy? It just so happens that the recent issues at Dianmao Company overlap with those at Yuanxi Hotel. Why don't we resolve them together?"
"Baby Titi" suddenly fell back onto the sofa, picked up the cushion that her father had just put back on the sofa and covered her face, and said in a muffled voice: "No, Daddy should do his own things."
"And what about your work?" Fu Qiyuan looked gently at the muffled figure on the sofa and carefully moved the pillow away.
Fu Ziyan sighed, her dark eyes filled with regret: "Of course I did it myself."
Fu Qiyuan covered his brow and chuckled softly, his voice tinged with helplessness. This playful and mischievous nature was nothing like the image of a brilliant and capable successor praised in the newspapers. Yet, his eyes were full of indulgence: "You should focus on your work. I'll let you stay in London for an extra two weeks before you come back, okay?"
"Really?" Fu Ziyan jumped up and hugged her father's arm.
Work is work, but you can't miss out on the holidays you deserve.
"Really." Fu Qiyuan tapped his daughter's forehead. Let her play if she wants to; Titi is still young.
Guan Zaizhou: Tears well up before words can be spoken. (jpg)
He used to think that once the young lady grew up, she would be able to share the workload with her husband, and he, as her special assistant, would have a more relaxed life. Who would have thought that after the young lady graduated, he would have even more opportunities to work overtime? Not only did he have to assist his husband with his work, but he also had to work overtime from time to time for the young lady's businesses.
The coffee isn't bitter; it's his life that's bitter.