Hui was Tianye’s personal secretary since Tianye went to Hong Kong. Hui’s appearance helped him readjust to life without Meiyou. He was also called Tian Ziyong’s “second son” because Tian Ziyong adopted Hui, providing a companion for Tianye. Hui had appeared in various Tian Clan venues as Tianye’s personal secretary, and everyone knew he was not just a childhood friend but also the chairman’s favorite protégé.
Hui walked into Tianye’s villa.
Tianye, with his heart racing, turned around and waved to Hui, “Come, come over, Hui, I have something to tell you…”
Chapter 9 (1)
Hui put down the documents in his hand and stood in front of Tianye, gently leaning forward, using his left hand to straighten his tie, his every gesture particularly gentlemanly. “Young master, what are your orders?”
Tianye was not so gentle, reaching out to pull Hui down to sit beside him. “I hear you’ve done well with this business for the company. Thanks. What arrangements does my father have this time?”
Hui was somewhat surprised, as he remembered that Young Master Tianye never usually asked about his father’s affairs. “Oh, the chairman came this time solely for the Nanlun contract. There are no special arrangements.”
Tianye’s face showed a slight smile. “Hmm, he always urges me to join the company quickly. Seems I should inquire more often. So, when is my father returning to Hong Kong?” Tianye’s seemingly relaxed face was subtly probing his father’s plans, afraid that his father might not return to Hong Kong and learn about his finding Meiyou.
Hui didn’t notice any of this. Hearing that the young master was considering entering the business world, he felt somewhat relieved.
You should familiarize yourself with the business world early. The chairman has an important meeting in Hong Kong tomorrow, so he’ll be taking a private jet back this afternoon.
Tianye leaned back on the soft sofa, letting out a long sigh and slapping Hui’s back, “Haha, that’s good. I was in a car accident!” He said this with an oddly happy tone.
Hui turned in shock, frantically examining the young master’s body. “What… are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital for a check-up?”
