After I Became Famous, the CEO Wants Remarriage-Chapter 69 - : Chengcheng’s Malice
Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Chengcheng’s Malice
“Mr. Mo, feel free to look around…”
Actually, Ning Yichu had opened a private workshop and took on external jade carving commissions, which was enough to support herself and her children, because her charges were almost 1200 yuan per gram.
Just taking on one jade carving commission would mean at least ten thousand in labor costs.
However, this meant that most of her energy would be devoted to running the workshop, leaving her unable to take care of the children.
On the other hand, running a workshop meant being responsible for profits and losses. If in the future she ended up in a lawsuit with Li Lingyang, the opposing lawyer could attack her for having an unstable income…
So after weighing her options, she decided to submit her resume to Beiji Group.
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Mo Baiyou looked at the small but tidy and warm home, the corners of his mouth slightly curling, “People often say that genius artists shine in public but toil in secret. In your case, I’ve come to realize that you’ve only been back in the country for a short while, yet you’ve prepared such a rich workspace…”
“You’re really praising me too much! How can I be as diligent as you say? Isn’t it just about taking care of the children at home while also having to make money?”
Mo Baiyou smiled, then suddenly felt that placing her solely in his company to take jade commissions was really a waste of talent; her stage could be much larger!
“Have you heard of the Jade Carving Skills Inheritance Competition?”
Ning Yichu had, of course, heard of it. It was a major event organized by the Imperial Jade Carving Skills Association. Each year, outstanding jade sculptors from all over the country were selected to compete on-site, with the champion receiving a million yuan in prize money. More importantly, this competition was not about commercial rivalry but about letting more people understand jade carving!
Nowadays, many young people like diamonds and jewelry, and this competition had already been held for six years.
Last year, when she was abroad, she had received an invitation from the organizing committee.
Unfortunately, she had to take care of her children and missed the chance to participate.
“You mean…”
“There are two ways to participate in the competition. One is through university recommendations, and the other is through recommendations from large jewelry companies or established jade sculpture studios. I think our company should have a spot to recommend you to participate and promote jade carving culture.”
Ning Yichu was slightly taken aback. She was already short on time to work here, let alone participate in a competition, she might…
“Don’t worry about the group. You’ll be promoted by Beiji, and if you win, our exposure will only increase.” For a luxury brand company, having top jade sculptors collaborate was already an event worth celebrating.
Ning Yichu did not immediately agree, “May I take some time to consider it?”
“Of course, but the recommendation deadline is next week. You’ll need to give me a response quickly.”
“OK.”
Meanwhile, after leaving the parking lot, Li Lingyang drove aimlessly around for a while.
Without realizing it, he found himself in front of Saint Peter Kindergarten.
It was already past the time when children were dismissed from school, and the nanny at home had already picked them up.
Li Lingyang irritably pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling extremely unhappy.
Just then, Mu Bailang called, inviting him out for drinks.
“Drinking in broad daylight? Drink by yourself! I’m not in the mood!”
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“Whoa, did you eat gunpowder or what? I didn’t provoke you, so why snap at me?” Mu Bailang’s typically carefree tone was filled with teasing.
Li Lingyang’s handsome face was cold, like an emotionless statue, as he asked in return, “The child psychologist you were supposed to contact for me, has he arrived?”
“Now that you mention it, he has just returned to the country! When are you free? I’ll have someone bring him over to you.”
“Good.”
Doudou’s illness can’t be delayed any longer.
But there was one point, perhaps even more urgent, that concerned Chengcheng!
If Chengcheng’s psychological health was suffering, he needed the guidance of a child psychologist even more!
Thinking that the testimonies of the three servants were beyond suspicion, Li Lingyang decided to find an opportunity to have a private chat with Chengcheng.
Private hospital.
Granny Li had some free time today and specially went to pick up the two children from school.
Although she didn’t like Shen Jiangqing, she was still the children’s mother. Now that the mother was critically ill and hospitalized, she had to bring the children to visit her, so the three of them came here.
Li Lingyang also arrived at the hospital and saw Chengcheng and Doudou.
The two little ones visited Shen Jiangqing with differing facial expressions.
“Chengcheng,” Li Lingyang called out to Chengcheng, his austere visage showing no trace of emotion.
Yet, the moment Chengcheng saw Li Lingyang, his body shook slightly, and he pretended nothing was wrong, saying, “Daddy, good evening.”
“Did I hear that you slept with Grandma last night and had a nightmare?” Li Lingyang’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he missed not a single one of Chengcheng’s expressions—he hoped more than anyone that his premonitions were wrong.
Chengcheng’s gaze flickered even more, “Doudou fell into the water, and I feel very guilty for not taking good care of her.”
“Is that so? Then tell me, what were you doing at the artificial lake before Doudou fell in?” Li Lingyang finally stopped beating around the bush, his cold voice laden with intense pressure!
Chengcheng’s eyes widened suddenly, as if surprised that Li Lingyang knew he had been to the artificial lake, then quickly gestured with his hands, saying, “I just saw Aunt Ning taking them to play, and I was curious, so I followed, Daddy, I didn’t do anything…”
Li Lingyang’s tall frame instantly tensed, his voice harsh and cold, “Did I say you did something?”
“I… I don’t know…” Chengcheng hung his head low, his cheeks flushing red, and as he spoke, he began to cry, his shoulders shaking with sobs, “I really don’t know anything, please don’t ask me…”
Li Lingyang looked down on Chengcheng with frustration, unable to tell whether he felt more anger or disappointment.
Although there was no direct evidence, from his behavior, it was highly likely that he had loosened the plank—now what needed clarity was whether it was intentional or all an accident?
“Tsck, big brother, are you scolding your little nephew behind Grandma’s back?” Suddenly, a teasing voice came from behind.
Li Lingyang was not surprised to see Li Jingtian. Li Jingtian was wearing a shirt today, black on the left and white on the right, as if performing a face-changing routine from Sichuan opera, perfectly dividing him into two.
He reined in the harsh aura around him and spoke indifferently, “Do I need your approval to talk to my own son?”
“NoNoNo, not at all, but I’m just worried that when Granny finds out her most beloved grandson has shed golden beans, she’ll be heartbroken.” Li Jingtian said with a smirk, then smoothly pulled out a clean, wet wipe from his pocket.
Chengcheng followed the man’s large, pianist-like hand with his eyes.
It was his Uncle!
His eyes were still red, the glossy black pupils suffused with moisture, making him look clear-eyed and piteously helpless, stirring a pang of sympathy.
“Dear Chengcheng, why are you crying like this? Wipe your face; do you want Uncle to take you to see Grandma?”
Chengcheng did want to leave, but he was also afraid of Li Lingyang.
Li Lingyang saw his pale little face; it was hard to associate him with the perpetrator who caused Doudou’s fall into the water. Without saying anything, with a cold face, he turned and quickly left.
“Wahh…” The moment he left, Chengcheng immediately burst into loud crying.
Li Jingtian tried to soothe him for a long time without success. Having little patience himself, he directly picked up Chengcheng and took him to Shen Jiangqing’s hospital room.
Shen Jiangqing lay quietly on the hospital bed; she appeared very frail, her cheeks pale. Hearing someone enter, she furrowed her brow in even more pain, looking pitiful and helpless.
“It’s me, stop pretending,” Li Jingtian scoffed, interrupting Shen Jiangqing’s pretense.
