"Dad, is your company doing alright lately?" Ming Xiaowei averted her gaze, pretending to ask casually.
"Huh? What’s with the sudden concern?" Ming Tianxing was genuinely surprised.
During her last break, he had tried to get her involved with the company’s people and work. But what did she do? She either spent her time gaming or binge-watching anime, completely indifferent to the business.
Ming Tianxing had no choice but to give up.
After all, he was still young enough to manage things for another decade or two. Sooner or later, a more capable successor would emerge.
At that thought, Ming Tianxing abruptly straightened in his seat.
"Did you suddenly take an interest in managing the company?"
"Nope." Ming Xiaowei poured cold water on his hopes.
Ming Tianxing rubbed his nose and went back to reviewing the documents his assistant had just handed him.
Ming Xiaowei checked the time—only about an hour left until lunch. She flopped onto the sofa, put on her headphones, and started scrolling through videos.
"Mr. Ming, Mr. Xiao is here," the assistant informed Ming Tianxing over the phone.
Mr. Xiao.
Lately, there was only one Mr. Xiao they had dealings with.
Xiao Moyun, the A-list actor.
Some people were actors on the surface but also managed family businesses. Though Xiao Moyun came from a prominent family, his clan was too vast—Fengshi Group alone had at least four or five factions.
"Let him in."
Hearing that someone had arrived, Ming Xiaowei finally sat up.
To her surprise, it was Xiao Moyun.
Well, well. The rival in love had arrived.
Ming Xiaowei tried to smooth down the stubborn cowlick on her head, but it stubbornly sprang back up.
Granny Li.
Couldn’t her hair just behave? At least let her look presentable in front of her rival!
Noticing her little struggle, Xiao Moyun’s eyes flickered with amusement.
The Ming family’s girl was still as mischievous as she’d been in childhood.
"Uncle Ming," Xiao Moyun greeted Ming Tianxing.
Ming Tianxing looked at him with admiration—mostly envy that the Xiao family had such a talented heir. Xiao Moyun had exceptional business acumen. If not for the internal family conflicts, he could’ve reached even greater heights.
"Ah, take a seat. Still thinking about that matter from before?" Ming Tianxing asked with a smile.
"About the collaboration—I’d like to ask for a small favor, Uncle. You know how scheming my second brother can be," Xiao Moyun replied with a faint smile.
Using external forces to dismantle the family factions within the company wasn’t a bad strategy.
"Your brother wants to use that contract to secure the land in the west. If you want to compete, the most I can offer is 50 million in support. That’s my limit."
Xiao Moyun’s lips pressed into a tight line. Fifty million was a small sum compared to the value of that land.
"Fine. Fifty million it is." A trace of frustration flashed in his eyes, but he still offered Ming Tianxing a grateful smile.
"Thank you for this, Uncle."
Fifty million?
Ming Xiaowei’s ears perked up at the number.
"Si, do you think there’s a chance DT Group’s collapse is related to the male lead?" She still hadn’t figured out what kind of person Xiao Moyun really was.
Anyone who fell for Zhao Qinghan had to be either an idiot or blind. But looking at Xiao Moyun now, he didn’t seem blind.
"Actually, no. Xiao Moyun has borrowed money from Ming Tianxing before and paid it back," Si explained. He’d looked into the male lead before—aside from his complicated family background, he only had one flaw.
Namely, his terrible taste in falling for Zhao Qinghan.
If the original host had confronted Zhao Qinghan while Xiao Moyun was around, things might’ve turned out differently.
"Oh, and one more thing—when Zhao Qinghan assaulted someone, it was the male lead who called the police."
"Huh?" Ming Xiaowei couldn’t help but laugh.
But since the mission had nothing to do with the male lead, she wasn’t about to make trouble for herself.
Seems like the female lead’s dream of having a handsome protector was about to be shattered.
Amen.
"Since it’s almost lunchtime, and I was planning to take Xiaowei out anyway, why don’t you join us? It’s been a while," Ming Tianxing suggested, not without ulterior motives.
Maybe his daughter could be "straightened out" after all.
Xiao Moyun was the most outstanding young talent around, not to mention his top-tier looks.
"Of course, Uncle. As a junior, I’d be happy to accompany you," Xiao Moyun replied with a smile.
Though the Ming family’s little girl seemed to dislike him?
Ming Xiaowei snorted softly but agreed to the meal.
After all, Ming Tianxing was paying—might as well take advantage.
Better than fast food.
Just thinking about that taste made her stomach turn. But that wasn’t the main issue—why was this damn male lead staring at her so much?
Had she gotten even prettier?
Ming Xiaowei was baffled.
"Xiaowei, what are you spacing out for? Oh, and you should call him ‘brother.’ He’s met you before—he’s six or seven years older," Ming Tianxing said, patting her slender shoulder.
Ming Xiaowei looked up at Xiao Moyun with wide, dark eyes, catching him off guard.
Then she spoke.
"Gei-gei."
Calling him "brother"? Easy. Who couldn’t do that?
Xiao Moyun: "…"
Ming Tianxing: "…"
"This kid…" Ming Tianxing didn’t know whether to laugh or scold her.
A simple "brother" would’ve sufficed. Did she have to say it so sarcastically?
Xiao Moyun chuckled. "It’s fine. But since we’re having lunch, and you’ve helped me so much, Uncle, let me treat you instead."
Ming Tianxing ruffled his daughter’s head.
"No need. There’s a place on the first floor."
DT Group (Note: DT stands for "Devotion," stop overthinking it) primarily dealt in mechanical and electronic products, but they dabbled in other industries too.
The three headed to the first-floor dining area, where the restaurant manager quickly ushered them into a private room.
Ming Tianxing ordered a few signature dishes, then let the other two pick a couple more before handing the menu back.
"That’s all for now."
Then he turned to Xiao Moyun.
"Haven’t seen you in any movies lately?"
Xiao Moyun hadn’t expected Ming Tianxing to follow the entertainment industry. With a faint smile, he replied, "There’s one in the works, but it’s not out yet. I’m surprised you’d take an interest in that, Uncle."
"Not really. It’s just that my daughter has been obsessed with that Zhao Qinghan lately. Do you know her? What’s your impression?" Ming Tianxing stroked his chin.
"I don’t know her. And… my impression isn’t great," Xiao Moyun said, frowning.
"Xiaowei likes this celebrity?" He glanced at her sideways.
Ming Xiaowei seriously considered smashing a plate over his head.
Since when was "Xiaowei" something he could call her?
This dog—daring to compete with her for a woman? That was an unforgivable grudge.
"Me? Definitely not," Ming Xiaowei replied, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes.
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