But she hadn’t expected that Xiang Lao Ye, always so kind, would suddenly change his expression.
“It’s not your place to concern yourself with the employment of Xiang family’s staff!
If it’s because of this, then leave!”
“But Xiaojin has taken care of Yimo for five years, how can you, Dad, bear to push him to a dead end?” she persisted tenaciously.
“Zhong Lingling!
Are you going to such lengths to keep Xiaojin because you despise Xiang Yimo and don’t want to take care of him?” Xiang Lao Ye suddenly stood up and roared loudly at Zhong Lingling.
This frightened the life out of Zhong Lingling.
She had never imagined that Xiang Lao Ye would think this way.
On her way to see Xiang Lao Ye, her sole purpose had been to help Xiaojin with the little influence she had, but how could she know that as the head of a family, as a high-ranking business executive, his subordinates and his family were all about intrigue and deceit?
The older he got, the more sensitive he became to these matters, and the slightest hint could tread on Xiang Lao Ye’s minefield.
“Dad, you’ve got it wrong!
I am begging you to keep Xiaojin, and it’s truly not for my own sake!” Zhong Lingling tried to explain further.
But Xiang Lao Ye didn’t want to listen anymore.
He strode out of the pavilion, heading towards the main house.
Zhong Lingling knitted her brows, bit her lower lip hard, and after a moment’s hesitation, she still mustered her courage to follow him.
“Dad, you’ve always lived a life of luxury, how could you understand what it means for a poor family’s child to lose their job?
Whether you need Xiaojin or not doesn’t matter to you, but for Xiaojin, it’s a devastating tragedy.
Xiaojin’s mother could die because of it!” She couldn’t care less about respect for her elder and shouted these words at Xiang Lao Ye’s retreating figure.
Her voice trembled violently because thinking of Xiaojin reminded her of herself.
Xiang Zongyin finally stopped in his tracks.
“Dad, I swear, as long as you keep Xiaojin employed, no matter which department!
I will do everything in my power to take good care of Yimo, and not make a single mistake!” Zhong Lingling raised her hand, swearing to the sky.
A chilling wind blew, she shivered uncontrollably, her lips pale and frightening.
Xiang Zongyin turned his head back, his gaze falling on a girl’s strong, sincere expression.
That expression moved him.
How many years had it been since he had seen such a sincere face?
How could he harden his heart to reject her?
Xiang Zongyin’s furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and after a long while, he said, “Alright then, Xiaojin can stay, but he won’t continue to take care of Yimo.
And as for which department he goes to, that’s not for you to worry about!
He’ll have the same treatment as before!
And you, you must keep your promise to take care of Yimo properly!”
“Really?
Dad, you’ve finally decided not to fire Xiaojin?” Zhong Lingling finally burst into tears of joy.
“I’ve decided not to fire him!” Xiang Zongyin waved his hand.
“Dad, you’re a good person!
Taking care of Yimo is my duty anyway, you can rest assured!” Zhong Lingling saluted.
After Xiang Zongyin returned to the main house, she ran off like a rabbit, rushing all the way back.
Her villa-styled suite, known as Jingxiang Pavilion, was named for its tranquility and the scent of flowers drifting in the yard.
“Madam Third Young Master, I can never repay your great kindness.
I swear, in life, I will be the soul of the Third Young Mistress, and in death, I will be the ghost of the Third Young Mistress.
In the Xiang Family, no matter what position I hold in the future, I will only listen to you, Madam Third Young Mistress!” Xiaojin was so grateful he was almost on the verge of kneeling.
This made Xiaobing and Zhong Lingling burst into laughter.