20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3749 The fickle Xiang Yong

Zhao Chang'an secretly wanted to withdraw his hand, wanting to be a gentleman like Liu Xiahui for once, and not wanting to take advantage of Qiao Yan's misfortune.

However, his hand was firmly held down by Qiao Yan, who had been keeping a close watch on him, preventing him from pulling back. At the same time, she turned her head and glared at him fiercely with her almond-shaped eyes, warning him not to make any rash moves.

Thus, Zhao Chang'an's hand was stuck there, unable to move forward or backward.

He couldn't help but recall that evening in the second semester of his senior year of high school. When he arrived at Su Zhengfan's house with a mix of trepidation and excitement, he could hear the sounds of the television, cooking, and Liu Cui happily chatting with her aunt Duan Fengqing about all sorts of interesting anecdotes from school through the tightly closed security door.

As he stood on the increasingly dark stairwell as he descended the mountain, breathing oxygen, he felt like a lone, hungry wolf. His fingers were about to knock on the door when he lost the courage to do so.

Because he wasn't entirely confident he could persuade Su Zhengfan to help him, he simply placed his finger on the security door, feeling the cold, hard, and repulsive feeling of the tightly closed steel door.

"Honey, you're so good to me. I never expected you to think of me like this."

Qiao Yan held Zhao Chang'an's hand tightly with her small hands below, not letting him take it away. Her voice suddenly became sweet and coquettish, something he had never heard before, which made Zhao Chang'an feel uneasy.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was happy and touched, but Zhao Chang'an knew from Qiao Yan's unwillingness to let him take back his groping hands that at this moment, Qiao Yan was less touched and more about to draw her knife with a sinister smile.

If she were truly moved, how could she let Zhao Chang'an's hand remain in that warm place and not let him remove it?

Zhao Chang'an didn't want the couple's anger to extend to him, so he tried to gently pull his hand away, but he couldn't break free at all.
So he did nothing and obediently acted as a tool, letting Qiao Yan do whatever she wanted. Anyway, he had already made his stance clear; it was Qiao Yan who was aggressively unwilling, so he couldn't be blamed.

Essentially, this is a very advantageous thing to do. Since Qiao Yan doesn't care, why should he pretend to be innocent?

"Who doesn't have dreams? I shouldn't be so selfish! Yan'er, just go and fly, I'll work hard in Qiaojiashan and support you silently."

Xiang Yong couldn't help but become emotional and called out "Yan'er," a name he hadn't uttered for at least two years.

Zhao Chang'an frowned as he listened, thinking, "You idiot, stop trying to be sentimental. If you keep going like this, Qiao Yan might bring you a bowl of soup and say, 'Darling, drink your soup.'"

"Hehe, honey, you're so sweet~"

Qiao Yan giggled, her tea-like manner revealing her true nature. Zhao Chang'an then realized that she wasn't incapable of being a gentle, sweet girl; she could be both sassy and sweet.

"Mr. Zhao, from now on I'll work for you. I'll do whatever you say. If you point east, I'll go east. If you tell me to chase a dog, I'll never chase a chicken."

Qiao Yan tilted her head and looked at Zhao Chang'an with a smile, her eyes seemingly containing a different meaning, and her voice and words were full of provocative hints: "Since my husband has expressed this, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

"It's not about me working for you; we're mutually beneficial. OneNano thanks you for your contributions to the company, and you can thank OneNano for providing you with a platform to realize your dreams. Besides, I can only come to Chongqing a few times a year, and it will only get less in the future. I might not be able to come back for a year or two. When I do come back, there are all sorts of things to do, and I probably won't even have time to visit the Cultural Tourism Group for three or four days. It's highly likely that we won't see each other for several years. The people you'll be spending time with are probably the employees of the Cultural Tourism Group."

Zhao Chang'an is not used to being used as a tool. Of course, it's not that he can't be used as a tool by Qiao Yan, but not in this way.

"Mr. Zhao, you really have no sense of humor!"

Qiao Yan gently stroked Zhao Chang'an's hand, making him feel ticklish. Suddenly, she started pinching it hard. "No, although I know Boss Xiang is an honest person, we still need to avoid certain suspicions. After all, we shouldn't be in a compromising situation and risk being misunderstood and slandered."

Xiang Yong nodded in agreement with what Zhao Chang'an said. Although he disliked or even loathed Qiao Yan, and didn't care whether she liked him or not, she was still his wife.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't care if his wife cheats on him as long as no one finds out. He just thinks this man is blind, only seeing Qiao Yan's beauty but not knowing how disgusting this woman is.

But if word got out, the ridicule from others would force him to react with the anger and fury that a husband should have.

"Like this awkward situation right now?"

Qiao Yan stopped pinching Zhao Chang'an's hand and instead held his large hand with her small hand, gently tickling Zhao Chang'an's palm with her middle finger.

With her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she looked at the back of her husband's head, she said, "Mr. Zhao is such a kind person. He had already arranged a place for Teacher Lin on the way here, to be the assistant of that returned overseas Chinese Ms. Ye. Now he's also kindly finding me work to do."

Zhao Chang'an keenly sensed that the car swayed slightly, a change caused by Xiang Yong mistakenly turning the steering wheel.

Fortunately, the car was quite old, the steering wheel wasn't very responsive, and the speed wasn't fast, so the impact wasn't very noticeable, and the car didn't plunge into the paddy field by the roadside.

The car fell silent again, and Zhao Chang'an couldn't help but fall into a mysterious state, recalling the scene that day when he stood on the dimly lit stairwell, his fingers constantly and gently scratching at the tightly closed security door of Su Zhengfan's house, not having the courage to knock on the door.

Qiao Yan's face was flushed with a rosy hue. She glanced down at her sleeping daughter, her legs pressed tightly together, lost in thought.

She didn't say whether she agreed or disagreed with being poached by Zhao Chang'an to work for the cultural tourism group.

"Well, Yan'er, I've thought about it. Although I really want you to fly freely, we already have a child, and I have to take on the responsibility of being a mother. The family still needs you."

Xiang Yong said to Qiao Yan in a deeply affectionate tone, "My daughter and I can't live without you. We still need to thank President Zhao for his discerning eye. Let's wait a few more years until our daughter starts elementary school before you go. At that time, in order for our daughter to have better educational resources, we can buy a house in the city so that she can receive a good education there."

Zhao Chang'an turned his head and glanced down at the sleeping child in Qiao Yan's arms. The child was only a little over a year old and would have five more years before starting elementary school.

Qiao Yan is about 26 or 27 years old now. She has been out of the workforce for four or five years. The reason why Zhao Chang'an is willing to hire her is because although she has been out of the workforce for the past few years, she has been dealing with tea and insists on not using growth promoters, even if it means suffering losses. This is especially valuable.

However, if we wait another four or five years, even if the tea group is still willing to accept Qiao Yan, who is already in her early thirties, the company's senior management will have already been established, and at most, they can only give her a middle-level position.

She runs a tea plantation and a hotel, earning hundreds of thousands a year. Only a madwoman would come to a company and work herself to the bone as a mid-level manager, earning only 100,000 or 200,000 a year.

In other words, according to Xiang Yong's intentions, Qiao Yan no longer has the possibility of joining the tea company.

In that instant, Zhao Chang'an felt Qiao Yan's hands and legs suddenly lose all strength, and she slumped against the back of the car seat as if all her muscles had been pulled out.

His face was grim.

(End of this chapter)