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Chapter 422: This floor must be very hard to sleep on
Lin Fan mentioned the issue with Wei Zihan, and the family of three was stunned, not expecting such a thing to happen. đłđđđđđđđđ đđđ.đ°đ đŚ
Li Xueyan curled her lips, "That girl deserves it, sheâs bullied our Qingxue a lot, itâs karma! If you ask me, she shouldnât be rescued!"
Wei Dazong shook his head, "You canât say that, after all, sheâs the eldest daughter of the Wei Family. If something really happened, where would the Wei Familyâs reputation be? Father would probably get sick with anger. Little Fan did well, preserving the Wei Familyâs dignity."
For a family, reputation is of utmost importance, so even if something scandalous happens, itâs covered up immediately. The incident where Wei Tang was kicked out of the Wei Family was handled discreetly. If nothing happens, itâs naturally the best outcome.
Viewing from this perspective, Wei Dazong highly appreciated Lin Fanâs actions.
That night, back in the room.
Wei Dazong said, "Ah-Yan, what do you think of Lin Fan? I feel this kid isnât too bad!"
Li Xueyan snorted, "Not bad? Just a penniless guy!"
Wei Dazong smiled, "Stop being so stubborn. I can tell youâve changed your opinion of him too, right? Otherwise, you wouldnât have let Qingxue arrange for him to work at the Company."
Li Xueyan spat, "Letâs see if he can continue at the Company. A waste like him doesnât deserve to be my son-in-law!"
Wei Dazong admired Lin Fanâs actions from the perspective of family reputation, but Wei Qingxue hadnât thought about it like that. She was concerned that Lin Fan hadnât taken advantage!
In such a situation, he had to do that with Wei Zihan to save her. Even if Lin Fan had actually done it, he wouldnât be blamed.
But Lin Fan didnât do it!
This touched Wei Qingxue deeply, and Lin Fanâs image in her mind instantly elevated significantly.
Lin Fan is not only good in a fight, but heâs also a good person, being with him feels reassuring!
For a moment, Wei Qingxueâs heart fluttered.
That night, as usual, Wei Qingxue slept on the bed, and Lin Fan slept on the floor.
Wei Qingxue looked at Lin Fan lying on the floor with his back to her, bit her lip, and blushing, she summoned up great courage, "Lin Fan, the floor must be really hard to sleep on, how about..."
Lin Fan chuckled, "Itâs alright, Iâm used to it."
As soon as Lin Fan said this, he realized something seemed off. Why was Wei Qingxue concerned about the hardness of the floor? After all, she doesnât sleep on it. Could she be hinting at something?
"Alright then..."
Wei Qingxue was a bit speechless.
Lin Fan is such a straightforward guy!
She couldnât continue the conversation.
If it were a seasoned player, they wouldnât have answered like that, but rather complain about how hard and uncomfortable the floor is.
Then Wei Qingxue could suggest, "Why donât you come up to the bed, Iâll share half of it with you."
Sigh, a wasted hint.
But Wei Qingxue wasnât disappointed, instead, she felt a little happy. It was clear that Lin Fan wasnât a seasoned player in matters of love. It was better this way; she didnât like those skilled playboys who werenât reliable.
"Itâs nothing, letâs sleep early, we have to work tomorrow, I need to sleep too," Wei Qingxue said.
Lin Fan said, "Sure, speaking of work, my dear wife, from now on Iâll ride my bike to work, no need to take your car, to avoid others being jealous and gossiping about you."
Wei Qingxue thought for a bit, then said, "Alright."
Today, when she took Lin Fan to work for the first time, people at the Company were all talking about it, saying Lin Fan relied on nepotism and criticized her for using her position to favor relatives.
This left her quite helpless.
Lin Fan choosing to ride his bike to work was a good way to keep a low profile.
So the next day, Lin Fan rode his little electric scooter to work.
He left the house together with Wei Qingxue, but naturally, the old scooter wasnât as fast as a Porsche, and he almost arrived late. By the time he reached the Company, Wei Qingxue had already returned to the Company and gone to a meeting.
In the office, colleagues were snickering.
"What? Did you see that right?"
"Didnât see wrong, today Lin Fan came to work riding a shabby electric bike, just like those used for delivering food."
"No way, thatâs hilarious! Are he and the CEO fighting?"
"Heâs just a live-in son-in-law, must have fallen out of favor."
"Then can we bully him at will from now on."
As Lin Fan came in, everyone stopped talking and each showed knowing smiles.
Lin Fan felt a little speechless. Honestly, he really didnât like this office atmosphere, which was why he would rather deliver food than work at the Company.
"Lin Fan, youâre late!"
He Yu came over and coldly said, "Even though youâre the CEOâs husband, you canât be late!"
Lin Fan checked his phone and said, "Iâm not late, itâs just on time."
He Yuâs face darkened, "I said youâre late, so youâre late. Your phone must be broken, what cheap phone is that, canât afford a better one?"
Everyone snickered.
Lin Fan said, "Okay, youâre the supervisor, whatever you say, Iâm late, and then?"
He Yu angrily said, "What kind of attitude is that? Donât think just because youâre the CEOâs husband, I wonât dare to punish you. You probably donât know, Iâve been at this Company longer than the CEO. In terms of seniority, even the CEO has to call me senior. Who do you think you are!"
Lin Fan said, "Oh."
He Yu sneered, tossing a document in front of Lin Fan, "Organize this document into a Word file, a client will need it soon. Almost forgot to ask, can you type?"
Everyone burst out laughing.
"Heard he used to be a delivery guy, bet his education level isnât high!"
"Not knowing how to type wouldnât be surprising, knowing how would be!"
"If he canât type, how can he be an assistant?"
Lin Fan took the document and said blandly, "Yes, I can."
Then he returned to his seat and started working.
An hour later.
Lin Fan sent the completed document to He Yu.
Lin Fan felt a bit of an urgent need, so he went to the bathroom.
When he got back, he found that the document on his desk was gone. Lin Fan thought He Yu had taken it, so he didnât pay much attention.
For a moment, he had nothing to do again. Lin Fan sat idly, thinking to himself, this job is quite easy, but also pretty boring.
Lin Fan was planning to stay on for a few days and then find an excuse to quit, no need to waste time here.
As the owner of a 200 billion corporation, he was actually quite busy. Even during his free time, heâd rather deliver packages to pass the time. Sitting in the office was too boring, and he had to face a bunch of opportunistic colleagues.
Lin Fan was just sitting there.
Suddenly, He Yu came over, holding a document, barging aggressively towards Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan, whatâs wrong with you? I asked you to make a document, and itâs full of errors. If you canât do such a simple task right, I suggest you quit!" He Yu scolded.
He Yuâs demeanor was practically accusing Lin Fan of a crime.
Just then, Wei Qingxue came back from her meeting, and seeing this, she asked, "Sister He, whatâs going on?"