Shortly after the children were left in the library, Grandpa Chi had summoned Yuanfeng to his study, not for a "strategy debriefing," but for a pre-arranged, three-hour analysis of a complex, obscure economic theory that only the two of them could discuss.
It was a thinly veiled ruse designed to give the Chairman unsupervised access to Huaijin.
Grandpa Chi had been watching her for several minutes, utterly charmed despite himself.
The intimidating Chairman, a man whose nod could launch a hostile takeover, found himself unable to interrupt the tiny girl who was tackling his butler's exquisite confectionery with such intense focus.
He watched her look up at him with big, round eyes, her mouth full, looking exactly like a contented little hamster that had discovered the world's finest nut stash.
The Chairman finally set his delicate porcelain teacup, which contained camomile tea, also perfectly prepared by Luo Ming, down with a small clink.
