Song Duanli was very quick. Someone came to the door that afternoon.
"Miss Shen, hello, is Young Master Qi here?" Assistant Wen asked gently, looking down at the girl in front of him.
Perhaps everyone who saw this soft, cute little face and large, watery eyes would involuntarily lower their voice.
"Hello, Uncle." Shen Jianxi smiled at him, "Brother went to the base, is there anything you need him for?"
The moment Assistant Wen saw her, he recognized her as the woman who had appeared next to Young Master Qi, whom the CEO had asked him to investigate that morning.
He opened his briefcase, took out an envelope, and handed it to Shen Jianxi. "Young Master Qi asked for this. It's a recommendation letter from the principal of First High School."
Shen Jianxi took it. A thin piece of paper carried the man she had just encountered as a target for her mission. "When should I report, Uncle?"
Even Assistant Wen, who had received professional training, twitched at the repeated address of "Uncle." He was only 27 years old.
But looking at her clear eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say, "Don't call me Uncle."
"Next Monday, bring the recommendation letter to the dean of students," he said with a standard smile. "Miss Shen, do you have any other questions? If not, I'll head back to the company."
Assistant Wen was truly afraid that if he stayed any longer, he didn't know how many times he would be called "Uncle" today. He really didn't want to hear it anymore.
"No more, Uncle, goodbye!"
Assistant Wen: ...
"Goodbye, Miss Shen." After speaking, he nodded and turned to leave.
Downstairs, Assistant Wen got into his car and called Song Duanli.
"The item has been delivered, President."
"Mm, did you see her?" Song Duanli held a piece of paper in his hand, which was Shen Jianxi's file.
Her file was strangely bizarre. No one knew her, and there was no information about her having lived anywhere.
Normally, this was impossible. Even if a person was skilled enough to conceal their identity, they would still leave traces in this world full of surveillance. Yet she had suddenly appeared beside Song Qi a few days ago.
All of this made Song Duanli wary.
"I saw her."
"What do you think?"
Assistant Wen recalled their conversation and his own observations. "She seems very innocent... very clean. I didn't find anything unusual."
Wen Ze had followed him for many years, and Song Duanli knew very well how sharp his judgment of people was, but...
"Have Ak keep an eye on her. Report everything to me promptly."
He wanted to see when her true colors would show.
"Yes, President."
Wen Ze cast a sympathetic glance upstairs. This girl was unfortunate to be targeted by the President. Thinking of those clean eyes, he could only shake his head regretfully before driving away.
Upstairs.
Watching the car drive away, Shen Jianxi moved away from the window and sat on a rattan chair, swaying leisurely.
Thinking about what 77 had just told her, she rested her chin on her hand, her expression calm.
Song Duanli, huh? Since you want to watch, then watch closely.
*
Song Qi had been really busy lately, leaving early and returning late every day. Shen Jianxi knew that the competition was coming soon.
Lying on the sofa, it was already eleven o'clock at night, and Song Qi had not yet returned.
She was supposed to report to school tomorrow. She felt a little excited, but this excitement was no match for her drowsiness. Her eyelids began to droop until she could no longer keep them open.
Song Qi saw this scene when he returned.
A small figure curled up on the sofa. The warm yellow floor lamp made the room even softer.
Her mouth was slightly open, and she breathed softly. Song Qi felt that he could never get tired of looking at her. This feeling of having a light shining for him made his heart soften.
He brushed away the hair that had fallen onto her cheek and gently kissed her forehead, a fleeting touch.
"Little cub, little cub."
"Be good, don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."
"Mmm... Brother, you're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time." She rubbed her teary eyes with her small hands, looking incredibly endearing.
77: "Affection +6, current Song Qi affection is 56."
Song Qi pinched Shen Jianxi's cheek. It was as white, tender, and soft as a glutinous rice ball, and felt wonderful. "I'm sorry, little cub, I'm back late."
"Let's go inside and sleep. It's late. I'll take you to school tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Shen Jianxi looked at him in surprise, hesitating, "But... will this delay Brother's training?"
The hand that had been pinching her cheek moved to her head, his fingers stroking her soft hair. "No, don't worry. Go back to sleep if you're tired."
After speaking, he stood up, preparing to wash up.
"Brother!" Shen Jianxi called out to him.
Song Qi turned back to look.
He saw the little girl kneeling on the sofa, extending her arms towards him, smiling brightly and saying, "Carry me back~"
How could anyone refuse this sight?
He smiled helplessly. His little cub was getting lazier and lazier.
Despite this, he still walked over and picked her up horizontally. She was such a small bundle, and she weighed almost nothing in his arms. She had looked so plump when she was just a panda cub.
Walking through the living room, Song Qi entered the little cub's bedroom, placed her on the bed, pulled up the covers, and then bestowed a kiss. "Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight, Brother."
A night of peaceful sleep.