True company culture should be called caring, mutual caring.

Chen Jiaming’s heart churned like waves. Just a moment ago, when he first learned the truth, his heart indeed felt a chill, feeling deceived and uncomfortable. But now, as Sister Yao spoke, it resonated with the same feeling stirred within him when he was deceived earlier. It’s warmth—whether he was deceived or not, it’s the warmth of being surrounded by such a big family that made him no longer feel cold and lonely.

Even so, he really wants to know what Gu Nuan and Sister Yao actually talked about.

Sister Yao said, "I asked the chairman what to do. The chairman said, that person with the surname Li merely capitalized on the void of loneliness and emptiness in people’s hearts. Chairman Chen just didn’t realize that everyone was actually concerned about him. It’s about finding the entry point to connect with Chairman Chen’s heart. Regarding the passing of Chairman Chen’s mother, in fact, everyone is truly quite sad in their hearts."

No matter where Gu Nuan learned that his mother liked flower arranging from, indeed, she saw and touched that part of his heart.

Chen Jiaming sighed lightly and admitted, "This result, if my mother were in heaven, she definitely wouldn’t have expected it. No matter how she wished she could become invisible, ultimately, she didn’t."

Sister Yao said, "Chairman Chen won’t be alone in the future."

Chen Jiaming smiled at her words, his smile somewhat helpless, he should say he hadn’t expected Sister Yao to be such a simple person. He said, "I’m truly not alone."

"Eh?" Sister Yao was surprised. Wasn’t Chen Jiaming the only person left in the Chen Family?

A subtle expression flashed across Chen Jiaming’s face: "Later, I opened the diaries left by my parents, including the family tree, and discovered that there are actually many people in the Chen Family." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

In the hotel, Xiaobai was wearing a wig, laying his little head on the windowsill, looking out at the big street below because he was bored. A car drove by, and seeing it was the car driven by his father’s brother, he shouted, "Uncle’s back."

Lingxin initially wondered who his brother was calling, why not call Ou Yanan uncle. Then he thought and realized who Xiaobai was calling. It was Uncle Zang Xiaolian, who had been following their father around recently.

Speaking of which, Zang Xiaolian hadn’t been with them these past two days; if not for Xiaobai’s call, Lingxin wouldn’t have realized it.

Zang Xiaolian’s car drove to the hotel entrance, and when he got out, he had someone with him.

A guest arrived.

Xiaobai quickly climbed off the stool placed in front of the window.

Lingxin looked over toward their mother.

Gu Nuan received the call in advance and grabbed her excitedly jumping younger son, saying, "Sit beside your brother."

"Mom, who’s here?" Xiaobai couldn’t help his excitement, raising his little head high to ask.

Just then the doorbell rang, and a voice outside called, "Sister-in-law, may I come in?"

"Come on in," Gu Nuan agreed.

The door wasn’t locked, and the person outside opened it directly. Zang Xiaolian pushed someone inside. It was a teenager carrying a backpack, about the same age as Pudding, with flaxen hair, handsome features, and slightly blue eyes.

The two little ones stared at the new guest, wondering who this brother was, a foreigner? Do they have any foreign relatives or friends? Except for Sister Nala?

Then, the newly arrived foreign brother, upon seeing the two of them, lit up and rushed over to greet them: "You must be Xiaobai and little Xiaobai, right?"

This blue-eyed brother seemed to look at them with a ravenous gaze, Xiaobai was a little scared, hid behind his brother, shook his little head: "Who are you? We don’t know you."