The real daughter is reborn, and the whole family is buried in the crematorium. It's reasonable

Jiang Shifei glanced at his watch and invited him warmly, "It's almost time for dinner. I wonder if Mr. Quan would be willing to do us the honor of having dinner together?"

Jiang Shifei said this, confident that Quan Ye would not refuse, but he did not expect Quan Ye to stand up and say, "No, I have something else to do."

"No way, Mr. Quan, are you so disrespectful?"

Jiang Shifei leaned lazily on the back of his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, his handsome face concealing a strong sense of aggression.

He was smiling and looking friendly just now, but in the blink of an eye, his expression changed. Even Ah Cheng, who had been traveling with Quan Ye all year round, was shocked by Jiang Shifei's ruthless attitude.

Quan Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Shifei for a moment, then raised his hand to call the manager who was hiding in the corner and dared not show his head, "All of Mr. Jiang's expenses today will be charged to my account."

The manager nodded and agreed.

Quan Ye looked at Jiang Shifei again, his face solemn, "I do have something important to do today, I will host a banquet for Young Master Jiang another day to express my apology."

Jiang Shifei stared at Quan Ye for a long while, then suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, I was just joking with Mr. Quan just now, Mr. Quan, please don't take it seriously. If you have something to do, go and deal with it first, and we'll get together another day."

Quan Ye nodded and turned to leave.

The group quickly disappeared from the lobby on the third floor.

"call."

A heavy sigh came from somewhere, carrying a hint of relief.

Jiang Shifei glanced at him and scolded him with a smile, "Look at how little you have done. Is Quan Ye really that scary?"

The bodyguard behind him was secretly complaining in his heart, if President Quan wasn't scary, why didn't you dare to call him by his full name in person, and why did you keep calling him "President Quan"?

As if he had guessed the bodyguard's thoughts, Jiang Shifei touched his chin and said to himself, "Well, he is indeed quite scary. I don't know which woman will be able to stand him in the future."

bodyguard:……

You're jumping around too quickly.

……

Quan Ye returned to the box on the eighth floor, opened the door and saw the scene inside, his eyes flashed.

The little girl in a white dress was sitting comfortably on the sofa, eating fruit, with her white and tender legs lifted up.

The three famous teachers he specially invited, one was writing furiously on the blackboard, and the other was sitting in front of the computer playing the courseware.

The oldest and most experienced female teacher was sitting on a lower stool next to the sofa, peeling pomegranates for the little girl.

Quan Ye, who had rushed back specially, frowned slightly and laughed out of anger.

Because the previous bargaining had exhausted his voice, his laughter was low and hoarse, with an indescribable magnetism.

The four women in the private room looked over at the same time.

"Mr. Quan."

The older female teacher's eyes lit up. She put the unpeeled pomegranate in the fruit basket, stood up and walked quickly to Quan Ye.

Without waiting for Quan Ye to ask, she blushed and said excitedly, "Boss Quan, let me be blunt. It's a waste of educational resources for you to ask us to tutor Miss Yu. Miss Yu is a genius, she doesn't need anyone to teach her."

Quan Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat doubting his ears.

"Mr. Quan, you really underestimated Miss Yu. With her ability, she can choose any university in China, and even some top universities abroad will not be a problem.

She is born to learn!"

The female teacher's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

She has been working in the education industry for many years, and this is the first time she has met a student with such strong learning talent.

After a joint assessment by her and two other teachers, they felt that they had nothing to teach and strongly demanded a refund of the tutoring fees.

They don't deserve this money.

Quan Ye carefully observed their expressions and confirmed that what they said came from the heart, so he asked A Cheng to send the three teachers out for him.

Before leaving, the female teacher couldn't help but remind Quan Ye again not to interfere with Yu Sheng's studies and to let things take their natural course.

Moreover, they had to see Quan Ye agree with their own eyes before they were willing to follow Acheng away.

After everyone left, Quan Ye looked at Yu Sheng, who had stood up and stood beside the sofa with an innocent smile, with an inexplicable look on her face, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"hey-hey."

Yu Sheng chuckled and played dumb.

Quan Ye strode up to her.

The invisible feeling of oppression was too strong, Yu Sheng couldn't help but take a step back and lowered her head slightly.

She deceived Quan Ye.

It also let down Quan Ye's good intentions.

He has reason to be angry.

"Not too stupid."

Quan Ye's slightly hoarse voice sounded above Yu Sheng's head.

Yu Sheng's ears twitched slightly, and after a while she realized the meaning of Quan Ye's words. She looked up and smiled brightly.

"Of course I'm not stupid."

A sly smile like a little fox flashed in her eyes, and she raised her chin somewhat proudly.

Quan Ye chuckled, his eyes quite complicated.

It seemed that the little girl had a harder life than he had discovered.

As soon as she returned to Yuncheng from Nancheng, she knew to conceal her edge and appear weak. This must be because she encountered a situation that she could not contend with, and she could only lie dormant and wait for the opportunity.

Moreover, Yu Deyan, the chairman of Yu Jewelry and the head of the Yu family, is her biological father, but she is still cautious, which shows that her relationship with her father is very bad.

Yu's Jewelry...

Quan Ye's eyes dimmed and he had an idea in mind.

He walked past Yu Sheng, pulled out a card from under the office desk, and handed it to Yu Sheng, "This is the elevator card for the eighth floor. You can come here anytime and do whatever you want. The eighth floor is my private area. No one else will appear here except my people."

Yu Sheng looked at the black card in Quan Ye's hand for a long time without moving.

"Ok?"

There was a hint of impatience in Quan Ye's voice.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, stretched out her hands and solemnly took the card, "Thank you, Mr. Quan."

Quan Ye found it inexplicably irritating.

"Still calling me President Quan?"

Yu Sheng hesitated for a moment, glanced at him quickly, and whispered, "Brother Quan? Brother Ye?"

Quan Ye's expression became even stranger.

Neither of these two names sounds very pleasant.

Yu Sheng tilted her head, "Then...brother?"

Quan Ye's heart was beating like a drum. He covered his nose with his hands, coughed uncomfortably, and then squeezed out a low and melodious syllable from his throat.

"Ah."

"Brother? Brother! Brother! Brother..."

Yu Sheng seemed to be enjoying the moment. She tilted her little face upwards and called out sweetly, each time louder than the last.

The heat in Quan Ye's ears gradually calmed down, and his eyes returned to their usual calmness. He reached out and gently patted Yu Sheng's little head.

"Okay, stop shouting. Cluck, cluck, cluck, like a little hen."

Yu Sheng:!

A straight man who ruins the mood!!!

She was so angry that she couldn't help but stretch out her little fist and hit Quan Ye's arm. The hard muscle made her palm numb.

She puffed her face and muttered, "It's so hard."

"Well, don't say that either."

Quan Ye couldn't help but pat her little head again.

What does the little girl think about every day?

"what?"

Yu Sheng covered her head, looking puzzled.