The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 385 Empress Dowager 2_1
She cheered, "Tahiti? I’ve seen documentaries about it. They say the scenery there is extremely beautiful. It would be wonderful to get married there. Unfortunately, I don’t even have a passport..."
"Xixi, find some time to get your passport as soon as possible. Once you have it, we can have a destination wedding."
"No problem, I’ll get on it as soon as I can. Haha, Xiaojue, I’m so excited! It’s late now; you need to get some rest. You still have to go to work tomorrow..." Suddenly, she remembered something. "By the way, Xiaojue, where are you now?"
He looked across the river, the cold wind buffeting his face. "Don’t worry, I’m lying in bed. I couldn’t sleep, so I called you..."
The smile in her voice deepened. "Can’t sleep because you’re thinking of me?"
He couldn’t help but laugh heartily, amused, as if all his gloom had vanished in an instant.
Only long after she hung up did the smile on Yan Xixi’s face slowly fade. A destination wedding in Tahiti! How wonderful that would be! But she clearly realized: Xiaojue must have had another falling out with his mother tonight.
Xiaojue was the family’s only son, so his marriage was of the utmost importance to his parents. They would never agree to him having a destination wedding.
It was an exceptionally discreet private club. Only upon entering would one grasp the true meaning of understated luxury. The ancient, intricately carved handrails were antiques restored from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Casually placed bronze vases, a screen painted by a renowned Ming Dynasty artist, and famous foreign oil paintings adorned the walls along the way.
Zhou Ting, however, was in no mood to appreciate the magnificent decorations. Wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses, she hurried into the private room and set down her handbag.
Wan Donglin was already seated on the sofa, casually observing the handbag Zhou Ting carried. It was a limited-edition Hermès Birkin, its price rivaling that of a small apartment. Such bags were a known favorite among superstars and wealthy socialites. People in their circle knew that Zhou Ting and her mother were avid collectors of designer bags. Zhou Ting herself supposedly owned seven or eight from this particular brand.
Previously, Wan Donglin had shown no interest in women’s handbags. Even when he purchased them, he’d have someone else do the actual buying. However, since opening that designer boutique for Yan Xixi, he had occasionally taken an interest in learning about them.
Zhou Ting sat down opposite him and, dispensing with pleasantries, got straight to the point. "Donglin, I came today to ask you for a small favor."
Wan Donglin didn’t dare to readily agree to this "small favor." He smiled and said, "Don’t get your hopes too high. I might not be able to do it."
"For you, it would be as simple as lifting a finger," she added.
He raised an eyebrow. Zhou Ting took out a document, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "Donglin, please, you must help me deal with this set of data."
Wan Donglin’s heart sank the moment he saw the document. It detailed the very same mysterious accounts whose secrets he hadn’t managed to uncover, even after pursuing leads all the way to Ruo City.
Zhou Ting spoke bluntly, "You should be aware that my father has recently encountered some trouble. It wasn’t a major issue to begin with, but his political enemies are determined to blow it out of proportion. Honestly, are any of them actually clean?"
Wan Donglin paused, considering.
"Look at this data. This is from a collaboration between your mother and the Zhou Family fifteen years ago..."
Wan Donglin stiffened.
"Through this collaboration, the Zhou and Wan families secured half the market share in this field, virtually establishing a monopoly. However, your mother decided to pull out while the going was good and quickly transferred the project overseas. And as my father’s political career advanced, he entrusted the project to one of my paternal older cousins. Now, that cousin is being targeted..."
