Yongchuan Hotel.
Shen Lu was woken up early by her assistant to do her makeup. While getting her makeup done, she browsed various news on the internet, but as she scrolled, she complained with annoyance.
"Chuxin Culture, Chuxin Culture. It's been two or three days, why is the entire internet still talking about this? Aren't they just a few minor celebrities? What's so great about them? Don't you guys have any gossip to share?"
She particularly disliked that the boss's name was also Quan Jiu, finding it an eyesore.
However, she refused to believe that the "bitch" had actually become the boss, so she didn't bother to confirm if that "bitch" was indeed the boss of Chuxin Culture. After all, she would soon bankrupt that "bitch," so why waste money investigating?
Her assistant picked up her phone and walked out. "I'm going out to buy breakfast."
After the assistant left, Shen Lu began composing messages and sent them out using a small card.
"Have you thought of a way to lure her out?"
This was sent to He Miao.
Soon, He Miao replied, "Let's pretend to apologize. I can't think of any other reason, and I can't bring you up."
Shen Lu snorted coldly. She wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal herself. "Fine, when do you plan to act?"
"Today. It's Sunday, a perfect opportunity," He Miao replied again.
"Alright, let me know when you've confirmed the time, and I'll inform the other party to cooperate in advance."
"Let me be clear, I was at a disadvantage last time. This time, I'll only be responsible for luring her out. I won't get involved in anything else."
Shen Lu cursed inwardly and impatiently tapped on her phone. "I know, I'll arrange the rest."
After ending the conversation, Shen Lu sent messages to two other numbers separately: "Be ready today, standby at any time."
Soon, she received affirmative replies from both numbers.
Shen Lu's lips curved into a sinister smile, and she sent another message to He Miao.
Meanwhile, He Miao was communicating with Quan Jiu.
"Do you know what Shen Lu has been up to lately? She's been instigating me to help her deal with you."
Quan Jiu's lips curved slightly as she took a sip of sweet walnut and peanut milk. "Oh? Have you guys made plans?"
"I won't participate. I can even tell you her entire plan. The incident last time was also orchestrated by Shen Lu. I was just used by her, and you... you didn't show me any mercy. She's the one you should settle the score with."
Quan Jiu took a bite of a fried dough stick. "Indeed."
He Miao's hands trembled slightly. She bit her lip and stared intently at the phone screen. She thought she would receive a follow-up question, but after waiting for a long time, there was no reply. She sat there for a while, finally unable to bear it, and continued to reply, "Don't you want to know her plan? Her plan this time is foolproof, and you'll definitely fall for it."
"Will you tell me?" Quan Jiu handed Tu Tu a tissue, gently chiding, "Wipe your mouth, eat slowly, don't choke."
Tu Tu haphazardly wiped his mouth and picked up another fried dough stick, proudly announcing his achievement, "Yay, this is my third one. No one can beat me."
Mi Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at him, and said faintly, "Are you looking for trouble?"
Tu Tu chuckled dryly, placed the fried dough stick in his hand into Mi Mi's bowl, "Sister, you eat first." Then he grabbed another one, jumped off the table, and said, "I'm going to visit the cats next door." He then scurried away.
Mi Mi reprimanded unhappily, "Can't you just eat properly? Why are you looking at cats while eating?"
"Bang~" The door closed, and Tu Tu was already out.
Mi Mi was so angry she wished she could grab a willow branch and chase after him. "Mom, you tell him too. He's so unreliable."
Quan Jiu held Mi Mi's little face and said softly, "Oh, my little manager, children are supposed to be active. Do you want to go see the cats at Grandpa's? If you do, go. Rules are meant to restrain adults, not little ones like you."
Mi Mi shook her head. "I don't want to go. I want to have breakfast with Mom." She didn't want her mother to eat alone.
Quan Jiu saw that Mi Mi also longed to go, so she persuaded her, "Go. You only get to play with Grandpa more on weekends. Think of it as thanking Grandpa for preparing breakfast for us so diligently."
Mi Mi thought for a moment and agreed. She then grabbed a fried dough stick and jumped off the table. "We'll be back soon."
Quan Jiu watched the children leave, then put away her smile and looked at her phone.
"I can tell you, but I have conditions. You should know what I want."
Quan Jiu leaned back in her chair, her slender fingers leisurely typing, "What can you tell me? That Wu Yuanping is a scoundrel, or that An Changxian is a male escort?"
He Miao's face suddenly turned pale. She stared blankly at the message on her phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably. That's right, how could she forget? That woman was no pushover.
"You know already?" He Miao was covered in sweat.
Quan Jiu smiled gently. "Know what?"
He Miao racked her brain, thinking it over and over. She decided it was best to be pragmatic and tentatively asked, "What do you want to do?"
"That's a question I should be asking you."
Quan Jiu put down her phone, picked up her cup and plate, and went into the kitchen. After washing the dishes, she came out and saw He Miao's new message: "I'll be waiting for you at Milai at 6 PM today. I sincerely apologize for my previous actions."
Quan Jiu wiped the water off her hands, picked up her phone, and elegantly typed a string of text: "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded."
...
Chu Rong was also having breakfast while handling work matters. Suddenly, the door lock clicked, and he looked up to see a small figure running in.
"I'm here to see the cats." Tu Tu mumbled through a mouthful of fried dough stick as he ran towards the cat room.
The three kittens were also having breakfast, happily devouring their fragrant meat pâté. Tu Tu laughed heartily, "They've all turned into purring machines."
"Because they ate something delicious." Chu Rong put down his work, walked to Tu Tu's side, squatted down, and removed the crumbs of fried dough stick from Tu Tu's mouth. "Where are Mom and Sister?"
"They're also having breakfast." Just as he finished speaking, the door lock clicked again, and Mi Mi peeked into the living room from the entryway.
Chu Rong looked at his well-behaved daughter's tentative and cautious gaze, and his heart almost melted. He walked over quickly, scooped Mi Mi into his arms, and gently asked, "Was today's breakfast delicious?"
Mi Mi exclaimed, "This fried dough stick is delicious!"
Tu Tu stood by the cat house door. "I want to eat it again tomorrow."
Chu Rong smiled and pinched Mi Mi's round little cheek. "I'll get you something else tomorrow morning. Dad knows many tricks."
Dad... Tu Tu froze for a moment, then, as if embarrassed, he chuckled foolishly and pounced onto the sofa.
Mi Mi also couldn't help but grip the fried dough stick in her hand, her grape-like eyes darting around.
However, when she saw her brother already jumping around on the sofa like a puppy, leaving oily handprints on the lake-blue leather sofa, she couldn't help but frown and scold, "Your hands are oily, you're getting it everywhere."
Tu Tu belatedly realized and became a little more settled.
Chu Rong put Mi Mi down and smiled gently. "It's okay, Dad will get you new ones if they get dirty."
Mi Mi sat uncomfortably next to her brother, holding the fried dough stick in both hands, lowering her head and swinging her feet, eating in silence.
Chu Rong sighed softly in his heart. He had missed nearly five years of his children's growth, so a bit of estrangement was inevitable.
However, there was still a long way to go.
"Tu Tu, come and see what gift Dad prepared for you." Chu Rong opened another door.
Tu Tu subconsciously glanced at his sister before running over with a hint of curiosity. "What is it... Wow... Computers, so many."
Tu Tu looked at Chu Rong in disbelief, then excitedly waved to Mi Mi, "Sis, come quickly."
Mi Mi walked over and was also stunned speechless.
The room was filled with computers... but they all looked old and broken.
Chu Rong squatted down. "My company has a lot of old computers. You can take them apart however you want, as many as you want. And..."
He pulled Tu Tu inside and led him to a pile of cardboard boxes. Smiling, he said, "Open them."
Tu Tu could no longer contain his excitement. With a grunt, he lifted the cardboard box, revealing brand-new computer equipment underneath.
"This is..." Tu Tu's eyes widened, and he let out excited yelps. "This is this year's latest gpdpocket, only eight millimeters thick and weighing only five hundred grams. It's very hard to buy." The most stable and smallest computer, he had wanted it for a long time.
"Wait, this is..." He picked up something that looked like a laptop, and Tu Tu's happy face turned red. "The latest SDR signal jammer, it can capture even the faintest signals."
... Tu Tu's occasional exclamations continued for nearly ten minutes, disturbing Mi Mi so much that she went to the cat room to happily pet the cats.
When the exclamations finally stopped, Mi Mi ran over and saw that he had already started taking apart a computer.
"So jumpy, not at all steady," Mi Mi muttered. But when she turned around, a well-preserved, though old, copy of "World Psychology" appeared before her eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, then put down the cat in her arms and exclaimed with her hand covering her mouth, "Teacher Dasheng's rare masterpiece."
"Do you like it?" Chu Rong asked with a smile.
"I love it!" Mi Mi happily hugged the book and ran to sit on the sofa, reading it voraciously.