The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"Jiang Huai Nian..." An Ran blushed and gritted her teeth to push him away.

Jiang Huainian touched An Ran's head, smiled, and took the opportunity to kiss her again, "The kids said they could see it on TV, so there's nothing to be shy about."

An Ran turned her head, squinted her eyes and saw that the mother and son had walked away, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Huainian smiled and pinched her red ears, whispering, "Go to Shencheng Yipin?"

An Ran glanced at him speechlessly, "Have you forgotten the important matter? Emma may go to see the people from 'Bolang' tonight."

At this moment, she didn't even know that the large-necked sweater she was wearing had been slightly pulled down by someone, revealing her white collarbone, which looked really vivid.

She touched her belly and acted pitiful, saying coquettishly: "Honey, I'm so hungry..."

Jiang Huainian put away his cynical smile and looked more serious.

"You were almost blinded by this beautiful scenery. Let me take you out for dinner." He straightened An Ran's slightly messy clothes, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed across her delicate skin, causing An Ran to tremble again and her cheeks to blush even more.

He buckled his seatbelt again. "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's eat noodles." An Ran was combing her hair in front of the mirror.

The two went to a nearby noodle shop.

As the waiter brought the steaming noodles, the bodyguard sent a message detailing Emma's whereabouts after leaving the company and her secret meeting with the head of Brown's Asia region.

An Ran gently stirred the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, sighed softly, and continued to eat her noodles with her head down.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Emma was standing in the office of the head of Bolon Asia, with her hands clenched, nervously waiting for the other party's reaction.

She copied An Ran's design draft into a USB flash drive, and after some inner struggle, she finally handed the USB flash drive to the other party.

The moment the USB flash drives were exchanged, the police acted quickly and controlled the two persons on the spot.

The evidence is irrefutable.

When Jiang Huaian and An Ran learned the news, they had already come out of the noodle shop.

An Ran turned her head and glanced at Jiang Huai Nian, "Husband, things have been happening one after another recently, making me feel a little breathless. I want to go to the Temple of Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek peace of mind."

"Lantau Island?" Jiang Huainian pondered. "I have an appointment this Saturday. A friend's first seven days of mourning will be held at Po Lin Monastery. I can go there on the way."

"You went to the memorial service at the Ji family in Gangcheng last week?"

"Yeah." Jiang Huainian nodded, his tone heavy, "Brother Ji and his wife unfortunately passed away in a car accident."

A trace of sadness flashed across An Ran's eyes, and she asked softly, "I heard they have two sons..."

Jiang Huai nodded heavily, "The older one has just reached adulthood, and the younger one is still a child, nine years old. When I founded Future Technology, Brother Ji helped me a lot, and I want to see him off for the last time."

"Let's go together."

"Okay, after the ritual, we'll go pray."

In the blink of an eye, the weekend is here.

The driver took the family of four to the port city.

On the way, Feng Jiajia called An Ran, "Ran Ran, I'm almost going moldy in this confinement center. Forty-two days of confinement is enough. I really can't stand 60 days. I want to go out and play!"

An Ran couldn't help laughing: "Okay! I'll accompany you."

Feng Jiajia was planning excitedly: "I've thought about it all. There's a new camping site nearby with campervans. The environment is great, and it's suitable for bringing my two kids."

An Ran thought about it, turned to look at Jiang Huainian who was teasing the child, and looked at him for his opinion.

Jiang Huaian smiled and nodded to show his agreement.

As you step into the solemn and tranquil Po Lin Monastery, you can sense a faint sense of sadness amid the smoke of incense.

The two children were gently cared for by the carefully arranged nanny and strict bodyguards, waiting quietly by the side.

Jiang Huainian held Anran's hand, and the two of them walked through the sparse guests, as if crossing the river of time, and headed straight for where Ji Sichen was.

The Ji family's low-key handling made the ceremony seem particularly private and solemn. Although there were few guests, every expression of grief seemed particularly heavy.

In the solemn atmosphere, Jiang Huainian's eyes were fixed on Ji Sichen's slightly lonely but determined back.

He walked forward lightly and placed his hand lightly on Ji Sichen's shoulder.

"Uncle Jiang." Ji Sichen turned around. Although his voice was soft, it revealed deep gratitude and fatigue.

Jiang Huainian: "Si Chen, you've worked hard. If you need any help, just let me know."

Upon hearing this, Ji Sichen's eyes reddened slightly. He nodded vigorously, and an almost inaudible sob came from his throat.

-

An Qian's clear big eyes looked around in Po Lin Monastery.

I caught a glimpse of a little boy in a black suit, sitting alone in the corner, looking particularly helpless.

She shook off the nanny's hand and ran over.

"Little brother, why are you crying?" An Qian ran to the little boy, gently touched his sleeve with her little hand, and asked in her childish voice.

The little boy slowly raised his head, and through his tearful eyes, he seemed to see the whole world concentrated in the little girl's big, lively eyes.

The look in her eyes was clear, innocent, and yet carried a hint of imperceptible firmness that made him involuntarily let down his guard.

"My brother said that Mom and Dad went to heaven..." the little boy choked.

He lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

The tears fell on the exquisite black suit and were instantly absorbed by the fabric, leaving only mottled marks.

An Qian frowned slightly, stretched out her white and tender little hand, and gently touched the little boy's cheek with her fingertips, "Don't cry, little brother. The teacher said that heaven is a very beautiful place, and your parents will be very happy there. Besides, you still have me, I can play with you."

The little boy never thought that on this sad day, there would be such a warm little girl to comfort him.

He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end just uttered a soft "hmm" in response.

Just then, "My little baby! Why are you running around?" The nanny's voice was filled with anxiety and reproach. She ran over quickly, panting, and almost instinctively grabbed An Qian's little hand with both hands, holding it tightly, fearing that this lively little guy would break free again and disappear in the crowd.

An Qian turned around, looked at the nanny, and said in a soft voice: "Auntie, I want to play with little brother for a while."

The nanny looked at the little boy, her eyes softened and showed some pity.

But she still gently advised: "Mr. and Mrs. will be out soon, they will be very anxious if they can't find you. We can go back first and play with little brother next time, okay?"

An Qian frowned slightly, somewhat reluctantly.