Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

"Have a seat." Shen Yifan paused on the document with his fingertips, his tone indifferent and detached. "The company has three days' worth of backlogged work, and we need someone to oversee it."

"Mom knows you're working hard, but health is the most important thing. Please take good care of yourself."

"I know what I'm doing." Shen Yifan looked up at her directly and got straight to the point. "Did you come all this way today specifically for something else?"

Lin Wanqing paused slightly: "Well... there's nothing else."

"Since everything is alright, how much liquid cash do you have on hand right now?" Shen Yifan asked directly and abruptly, without any beating around the bush.

Lin Wanqing's expression froze, her face full of astonishment: "Why are you suddenly asking this? I don't have much personal property to begin with. The money I gave you last time was something I specifically borrowed from your Uncle Li."

Hearing this, Shen Yifan scoffed inwardly. Everyone said that the Li family was wealthy and powerful, but Lin Wanqing, as Mrs. Li, was short of money and couldn't even come up with tens of millions. She had to humbly borrow large sums of money from her husband. It was clear that although she seemed respectable in the Li family, she didn't actually have any real financial power.

In the end, Li Wenqian never truly opened his heart to her. Deep down, he was still a shrewd businessman who was unwilling to suffer any loss.

"Since there isn't one, then forget it." Shen Yifan remained expressionless, concealing the mockery in his eyes.

Lin Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely sensed that something was wrong: "Is the company in trouble? Is it having cash flow problems?" She had never been involved in business operations and had no idea that Amy had absconded with core information three days ago, resulting in a disastrous bid and the Shen family's financial crisis.

"It's a small problem, I can handle it." Shen Yifan didn't want to explain further, his intention to send him away was obvious. "I still have a bunch of documents to process, you can go back if there's nothing else."

Seeing her son's aloof and distant demeanor, Lin Wanqing could only swallow back any further words of advice she could give, and could only nod sadly: "Then Mom will go first, remember to get some rest."

She left with some reluctance, but seeing that Shen Yifan was busy with his work and didn't seem to want to stop her, she picked up her bag and left.

After lunch, Shen Jingshu played two games of chess with Old Master Lu. Her chess moves were relaxed yet skillful, and her words were witty and appropriate. With just a few words, she made the old man's face light up and his mood improve. When the old man felt sleepy and wanted to go back to his room for a nap, the two quietly said goodbye and drove away from the Lu family's old residence.

The car smoothly drove onto the road, and the cabin was quiet and comfortable. Shen Jingshu suddenly casually mentioned a rumor circulating in the streets: "Everyone is saying that Lu Ze will be the next heir of the Lu family."

Lu Jingxing's fingers paused slightly on the steering wheel. He glanced at her sideways, his tone tinged with confusion: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"That's what everyone's saying outside. They all say he's the de facto successor."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jingxing gave a low, cold sneer, his tone indifferent with a hint of detached mockery: "I'm still alive and well, and a bunch of people are already eager to divide up the assets I own."

Shen Jingshu turned her head and looked at him seriously: "Seriously, do you really plan to let Lu Ze take over the Lu family in the future?"

These words seemed to strike at his deepest concerns. Lu Jingxing slowly applied the brakes, bringing the car to a steady stop by the side of the road. His previously relaxed demeanor vanished considerably as he turned and looked directly at the girl beside him, his gaze deep and intense: "Everyone else is hoping something bad will happen to me soon, that I'll relinquish power. What about you? What are you thinking?"

For Shen Jingshu, Lu Jingxing's unique and pure purple energy was entirely beneficial to her cultivation. As long as he was alive, she could continuously use the purple energy to improve her cultivation and spiritual power. As long as Lu Jingxing firmly held onto the power of the Lu family, Shen Xinyi's plan to climb up the social ladder by relying on Lu Ze and the Lu family's influence, and to target her and the Li family, would forever remain just a pipe dream. Putting aside these utilitarian calculations, the two of them were now officially dating, and she had never considered having a boyfriend who would die young.

Her tone was frank and straightforward, without a trace of pretense: "Of course I hope you live a good life. You are my boyfriend now, and for both emotional and rational reasons, I hope you are safe and well."

A simple sentence caused Lu Jingxing's tense heartstrings to suddenly loosen, and the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up, a faint smile spreading across his eyes: "I'll remember those words. From now on, I'll entrust my life entirely to Master Shen for protection."

"Don't worry, there's no problem." Shen Jingshu's expression was calm, but she also frankly spoke of her own limitations, "With my current cultivation level, at most I can stabilize your destiny and ensure that you are free from major disasters and avoid fatal calamities for three years. As for your fate after three years, there are too many opportunities and variables, and I cannot see through them at the moment, so I cannot guarantee it for you."

Her cultivation level is still shallow, and she can only glimpse a corner of his destiny. She cannot accurately predict the changing fate of the world three years from now. Being able to confidently protect him for three years is already the limit of her current ability.

Lu Jingxing showed no dissatisfaction, but instead felt a sense of comfort: "These three years of stability are enough." After saying that, he restarted the car. The road ahead was long, but with her words in his heart, he felt much more confident.

The car resumed its smooth journey, and Lu Jingxing's personal cell phone, which was resting on the center console, suddenly rang. With one hand on the steering wheel, it was inconvenient for him to answer, so he turned to the girl in the passenger seat and said casually, "Answer it for me."

Shen Jingshu picked up her phone and glanced at the contact name on the screen: Lingxu Zhenren, then paused slightly: "Are you sure you want me to answer for you?"

"Okay, can you put it on speakerphone for me?"

Lu Jingxing looked ahead, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You're my girlfriend. It's perfectly natural for you to answer my calls. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, there's nothing about me that you can't know."

As a simple, comforting word reached her ears, a faint sweetness inexplicably welled up in Shen Jingshu's heart, and even her ears softened slightly. She no longer refused, swiped her finger to answer the call, and casually turned on speakerphone.

A powerful, resonant middle-aged male voice quickly came from the other end of the receiver. His voice was loud and clear, clearly that of a Xuanmen cultivator who had practiced breathing exercises for many years, possessing a physique and cultivation far exceeding that of ordinary people: "President Lu, a few days ago you promised to introduce you to the master who carved the protective jade pendant for you. So much time has passed, when exactly will we be able to meet him?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingshu realized that the relationship was related to her.

Lu Jingxing glanced at Shen Jingshu and said, "She's with me right now, but I need to ask the master's opinion first."

Row!

You must help me speak to the master and tell him that I sincerely want to ask him about metaphysics.

Ok

I'm hanging up now!