The view before her was a dazzling cascade of golden light.
The box was packed to the brim with gold and jewelry, no wonder it was so heavy.
Apart from jewelry stores, Xia Wantang had never seen so many precious items.
Just at a glance, there were over ten large gold bracelets, each worth at least twenty thousand.
There were also jade bracelets of excellent quality, emeralds, and more.
Interspersed were gold rings, diamond rings, and necklaces.
This box, couldn't it be worth hundreds of thousands, no, millions?
Such a valuable gift for a first meeting.
She felt a little flustered.
Keeping this at home would surely attract thieves!
Her thoughts were certainly unique; an ordinary person would be overjoyed, thinking they'd struck it rich.
She quickly closed the lid, hugged the box to her chest, her breathing unsteady.
Ling Yucheng asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"No," Xia Wantang glanced out the car window and said cautiously, "If we keep so much gold at home, won't it attract thieves?"
Ling Yucheng couldn't help but chuckle at her expression.
"You don't need to worry about that. Not only can no thieves get into Linglu Mountain, but even if they did, they wouldn't reach the summit."
Xia Wantang still felt a sense of unease. She directly shoved the large box into Ling Yucheng's arms, as if it were a hot potato.
"You keep it, then. I feel flustered just looking at it."
Ling Yucheng looked at her with a helpless expression and casually placed it on the seat beside him.
Seeing how carelessly he handled it, Xia Wantang dared not let him keep it. She immediately picked it up and stuffed it into a large pocket on the side.
She tied a tight knot, finally feeling a little more at ease.
After a moment of quiet, she took out the red envelope her grandfather had given her.
The red envelope was plump. Inside was a stack of crisp, new red banknotes, estimated to be ten thousand.
She took them out, and along with them, a one-yuan bill also fell out.
A stack of ten thousand plus one, one in ten thousand?
Her eyes began to well up again.
Xia Wantang sniffled and carefully put the money back into the envelope.
The amount of money wasn't important; what mattered was the touching sentiment behind it.
She tucked the red envelope away and looked at Ling Yucheng with a heart full of joy.
The man beside her had distinct facial features. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on his sharp features.
He was looking down at his laptop on his lap, his well-defined hands resting on the keyboard, his long fingers flying across the keys.
The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard accompanied the dance of his fingertips.
Sensing her gaze, Ling Yucheng looked up at her. His long, deep-set eyes were filled with tenderness.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Xia Wantang smiled warmly, shifting her gaze and leaning back comfortably in her seat, saying, "Just happy."
Ling Yucheng's lips curved upwards with her smile. A hint of softness entered his sharp eyes, his gaze unwavering.
"Ding-dong."
The sound from the computer pulled Ling Yucheng back to reality. He glanced at it with a hint of annoyance.
"I need to handle some things first. You entertain yourself for a while."
After two days of rest, a lot of work had piled up. For the first time, he found work so tedious and boring.
Despite this, he quickly immersed himself in his tasks.
Xia Wantang couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.
Ling Yucheng was now in a video conference.
At work, his brows were furrowed with coldness. His sharp eyes bore into the computer screen. His expressions were volatile, and his words were merciless.
He exuded an aura of authority, like an emperor in charge of life and death.
Even through the screen, Xia Wantang could feel the person on the other end trembling, speaking with extreme caution, afraid of angering their temperamental superior with a wrong word.
This was completely different from the Ling Yucheng Xia Wantang usually saw.
She stared at him, unable to tear her gaze away.
Ling Yucheng had just finished listening to a subordinate's report and was clearly unsatisfied with his proposal.
His cold eyes narrowed, and his thin lips parted as if to reprimand him. However, catching sight of Xia Wantang from the corner of his eye, his voice softened considerably.
"Redo it. I want to see a completely new proposal within three days."
The person on the other end seemed surprised that Ling Yucheng was letting him off so easily.
He said gratefully, "Thank you, President Ling. I will do my best."
Ling Yucheng still maintained a stern expression. If Xia Wantang hadn't been there, he would have undoubtedly frowned.
Han Xiao, in the driver's seat, kept glancing back, seemingly perplexed as to why the CEO would let this person off so lightly.
This person was the son of a shareholder in the group. Despite his mediocre abilities, he held a very important position.
Every meeting, he was the one dragging the entire team down, forcing everyone to work overtime to complete his share of the work.
The subordinates grumbled incessantly, expressing their deep dissatisfaction.
However, at this moment, he said no more, focusing on driving.
All the way, Ling Yucheng was constantly in meetings, processing documents... There was so much to do.
Xia Wantang kept watching him, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Ling Yucheng turned his head slightly and could see Xia Wantang's peaceful sleeping face. His sharp eyes softened.
He very thoughtfully and softly instructed Han Xiao to turn up the air conditioning.
After sleeping the entire way, she woke up to find the car on the mountain road.
Xia Wantang rubbed her eyes groggily, her drowsy appearance incredibly cute.
"Awake? We're almost home."
Ling Yucheng was no longer working. He leaned back casually in his seat, looking lazy and charming.
Xia Wantang took a deep breath and checked her phone. It was already past four in the afternoon.
Upon returning home, Han Xiao and Aunt Ou were carrying large bags from the trunk to the second floor.
They were all new clothes, as well as some shoes, bags, and other items.
Xia Wantang wanted to help, but Aunt Ou absolutely refused, and Han Xiao even urged her to rest.
In the end, Ling Yucheng forcibly pulled her to the sofa.
To avoid causing any trouble, she could only sit quietly.
Thinking she hadn't called Wen Xuanyuan in a few days, she sent her a message, asking what she was up to.
The reply came back quickly, a voice message.
Xia Wantang opened it and heard Wen Xuanyuan say resentfully, "Oh, Mrs. Ling, why are you remembering your 'foolish' best friend today?"
Xia Wantang felt a little guilty, but not much.
She replied, "I've been busy with work, hehe."
"Mrs. Ling still has to work? Are you kidding me! I don't care, I'm bored to death. I must come to see you tomorrow."
But she had to work tomorrow. Xia Wantang sighed.
Coincidentally, Ling Yucheng walked over, and she called out to him.
Ling Yucheng paused, his face full of questions.
"I haven't seen Xuanyuan for a few days and I miss her a little. Can I bring her to dinner tonight?"
Ling Yucheng pursed his lips, his expression unreadable. He then walked upstairs.
Xia Wantang thought he disagreed and felt a bit disappointed.
At this moment, Ling Yucheng called back without turning his head, "Yes, you can."