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"One time when I was ten, and another at twelve."

Qian Xiuyuan indeed recalled such incidents.

He never expected Chu Yuening to have such precise calculations. He hurriedly nodded, "They mentioned being busy but didn't specify when they'd return. Later, I went to the restaurant to ask the boss, and he said my parents were transferred to help at another location."

Chu Yuening put down her hand, "They were indeed busy then, expanding their business and opening branches abroad. Two weeks was the fastest they could manage to come back."

Qian Xiuyuan was stunned: ???

Seeing Qian Xiuyuan still in disbelief and the faint black aura around him, Chu Yuening stood up.

"Let's do this. Take me to your company first. We'll verify certain matters and know the truth about your family situation."

"Mistress... you might have made a mistake. My parents are honest farmers. They're thrifty, not even willing to replace their worn-out clothes. They can't possibly be wealthy merchants."

Qian Xiuyuan didn't believe in his family's wealth at all. He even offered to double-check his birthdate at home for confirmation.

Chu Yuening shook her head.

"How can we know if it's the right place unless we go and see for ourselves?"

Despite Qian Xiuyuan's uncertainty about how his workplace was related to his family background, he decided to follow the Master's suggestion due to his confident demeanor.

Qian Xiuyuan's workplace was located in a commercial building in Yau Ma Tei, not far from Temple Street. A crowd of curious neighbors tagged along, eager to witness the spectacle.

Some even whispered among themselves.

"Do you think that guy is really from a wealthy family?"

"If he were, wouldn't his family have known about their wealth for the past two decades?"

"I think it's more likely that he gave the wrong birth chart details."

The neighbors were intrigued by the mystery surrounding the young man's true identity.

Upon reaching the destination.

Chu Yuening didn't let Qian Xiuyuan head to the company first but instead asked, "Which is the company that you said often ridicules you?"

Qian Xiuyuan casually pointed in a direction.

Everyone looked over and saw a huge plaque hanging on the opposite building, shimmering with gold letters that read "Fragrant Heart Catering Management Company."

It could be said that anyone who was a local in Hong Kong knew the name of Fragrant Heart Catering.

Established in 1956, it was a renowned catering business in Hong Kong that had been popular for over four decades. It offered a variety of cuisines, including Chinese, Asian, Western, and fast food. Not only did it have numerous franchises locally, its business had even expanded to countries like the UK and the US in Europe.

It was also a relatively well-known Chinese cuisine brand overseas.

Such a large corporation would have strict requirements when selecting senior executives, and the office workers would naturally have better manners.

Would there really be situations where people were ridiculed?

Recalling Qian Xiuyuan's complaints, the uncle who had previously tried to advise him asked, "My nephew also works at Fragrant Heart. They never look down on anyone. Are you perhaps being overly suspicious?"

"No," Qian Xiuyuan shook his head definitively. "Every time I pass by, they pause and look at me. Sometimes, a couple of them even whisper to each other."

"If I'm overthinking, why do they always stop when they see me?"

Chu Yuening nodded thoughtfully, a sidelong smile playing on her lips. "Do you want to know what they're discussing? Just follow my lead."

Thirty minutes later.

Qian Xiuyuan appeared at the Xinxin Company with two large bags of milk tea, his palms sweaty from holding the plastic handles, his steps unsteady with anticipation.

Thoughts of what was to come made him both anxious and nervous.

As the uncle had mentioned, Xinxin Catering was a major corporation. Would he be chased out if he barged in uninvited?

Sure enough, as soon as Qian Xiuyuan pushed open the glass doors of Xinxin Company, the bustling office fell silent. All the employees stared at him, their expressions as blank as ever.

Qian Xiuyuan, suppressing his nervousness, placed the Yin-Yang milk tea on the table and mustered a smile. "I... My father, he... he asked me to bring some milk tea for you all."

He wasn't sure why the master had instructed him to do so.

But since the master had given the order, there must have been some reasoning behind it.

Qian Xiuyuan was currently worried that someone from Xiangxin Company would grab a broom and chase him out.

In the eerie atmosphere, a manager-level figure from Xiangxin approached. Qian Xiuyuan assumed he was coming to scold him for disrupting work and closed his eyes, trembling with fear.

He clutched his pants pocket nervously, contemplating how to explain who his father was and why he was delivering milk tea.

Suddenly,

a pat landed on his arm.

Qian Xiuyuan opened his eyes.

The manager opened the plastic bag, distributing the milk tea cups to his subordinates. He also took one for himself, inserting a straw, and spoke with a smile.

"Why deliver it in person? A call would do, and I could pick it up myself."

In the next instant, the previously quiet office burst into a buzz like boiling water. The employees, each holding their Yin-Yang milk teas, thanked Qian Xiuyuan with beaming faces.

"Woah, Yin-Yang milk tea is my favorite."

"Fantastic, there's also silk stocking milk tea."

"Ahh, let's drink heartily! I want ten cups!"

Qian Xiuyuan found it a bit perplexing how Xiangxin was being so enthusiastic, quite unlike her usual cold demeanor. She didn't even seem to mind a stranger bringing in milk tea?

The manager stirred her yin yang milk tea with the straw, leaning on the table as she opened up, "That's right, there are no grudges that last between fathers and sons."

"Look at these nosy colleagues of ours."

She pointed at the eavesdropping employees and scolded, "Every time you pass by the company entrance, they place bets. They bet on when you and your father will reconcile."

Qian Xiuyuan froze, observing the Xinxiang employees, some scratching their heads in confusion, others gazing at the sky in pondering.