"The WJC is my legacy to all of you," Jun continued. "The economic crisis is worldwide, affecting even stable and large companies. The way your father handles the business is admirable. I understand you want to prove something, just like Haikuan. You inherited most of your mother's looks, but my grandsons were like me in so many ways. And I hope you and Quiren can work together in the company. You're young, full of new ideas. Visit the WJC Plant once in a while, Yibo..."
It is a tactful order. Yibo knew it, he should have seen it coming. Somehow, Yibo wanted to rebel. But he doesn't remember his grandfather talking to him about the company in the past years. And Wang Jun wouldn't ask any of his children and grandchildren to work on something he didn't trust them with.
Wang Jun founded the Wang Jun Canning International from scratch. The investment is from blood and sweat. And business excellence. When Wang June retired from the company fifteen years ago, many companies wanted to hire him as a financial consultant and adviser.
When he saw the exhaustion on his grandfather's face. Yibo stood up, squatted beside him and reached for his grandfather's hands.
"I promise to take care of our legacy, Zufu," Yibo said with emotion. Wang Jun's eyes flashed. Nod. He ruffled Yibo's hair as if his grandson were a young boy "I know you would."
That conversation he had with his grandparents was a few months ago. His grandparents have returned to America. And Yibo kept his promise to his grandfather. He had been active on WJC for the past few months to Quiren's amazement.
And now that Haikuan and Yifei are leaving he has to manage the distillery. Yibo sighed, picked up a cookie and took a bite. "Hmm. You're right, this is delicious. It's different from the first ones you made," Yibo said appreciatively and took a cookie from the crystal bowl again and took a bite. "You can make a business out of your cookies, Mom."
Carmen smiled with pleasure when she saw the time on the wall clock. "It's past six, son! Zhao Liying's news program is starting." She walked over to the center table and picked up the TV remote control and turned it on, switching to the station where Yibo's girlfriend was working as a newscaster.
Yibo laughed. "Mom, I'm not his fan, I'm his boyfriend. I don't have to watch her on TV." He adjusted his seat and returned his attention to his work again. Hoping that his mother would turn off the television again so, he could concentrate on his work.
But Carmen sat on the sofa to watch the news program. The beautiful face of Zhao Liying appeared on the big screen. She was a beauty titlist three years ago. Now a famous newscaster. Apart from that, she has his own talk show about helping street children and the poor in support of the program of his father who is a one of the government current State Councilor.
"Will you marry her?" Carmen asked from the sofa, looking at her son. Yibo sighed patiently. He put aside what he was doing and faced his mother. He leaned his body on the long backed chair, and lazily stretched his sinewy legs. He had a suspicion that this what his mother would like to discuss with him.
"Why did you ask that? Do you want me to marry her?" Carmen shrugged her shoulders. "You're at the marrying age, Yibo. And I'm asking you more out of curiosity than anything else. Zhao Liying is your longest girlfriend."
Yibo smiled drily. Almost a year. In fact, Zhao Liying is planning to celebrate their first year anniversary as lovers.
"Do you approve of her?" Yibo stared at his mother and waited for her reaction.
"You know the law of this family when you choose a wife. It doesn't matter if the girl is poor, the important thing is that she has a clean personality." Carmen answered.
"Is Zhao Liying qualified, do you think?" Yibo asked. It took a long time before Carmen answered. Eyes returned to the TV screen.
"Personally, you are the one know's that best. But there is a rumor that his father will run in the next election as a Vice President." Carmen said. (Sorry, I am not familiar with China politics and government, I've tried to search about it but honestly, but the further I read about their government the more I don't understand anything, hehehe... Since this is a fiction, let's just assume again 😅😆)
Yibo raised his eyebrows. His mother does not like politics. She doesn't even read anything about politics. And he was surprised that news reached her.
"If Mr. Zhao wins, you will have a higher ranking official as in-laws." Yibo laughed.
"Oh, don't tease me, son!" said Carmen. "I have nothing against Zhao Liying. I like what she does to help others. The only thing I can criticize is why does it have to be taken by a camera and publicized her good work?"
"Politics, Mom. That will help his father's candidacy. But the important thing is, her heart is there to help."
"And I hate politics, son," Carmen said. "And one more thing, Mr. Zhao talked to your dad."
Yibo frowned at that.
"He's hinting that he wants your dad to support his candidacy next year. And why not, if you and her daughter will get married later on."
Yibo sighed. "I'm not thinking about marriage yet, Mom. I'm enjoying my life as it is now. But you're not answering my question. Personally, do you want Zhao Liying to be your daughter-in-law?" But his mother's attention is on the TV screen. The Beijing Capital International Airport is shown, and in the background is Zhao Liying's voice.
Chinese supermodel, Xiao Zhan, arrived this morning from New York. His mother, Xiao Ziyuan who died of cancer four days ago...
Yibo sit straight when he saw the news. On the screen is Xiao Zhan's arrival at the Beijing Capital International Airport and the media's frenzied welcome him.
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