CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 405: ACTING CUTE (SECOND UPDATE)

"Alright, if I lose money, you’ll have to support me." Mo Siyu excitedly embraced her, feeling warmed and comforted by her wholehearted support and trust.

He was determined to create something successful, not for himself, but for Xiao Yue. He didn’t want to hear others say that Xiao Yue was not good enough for him.

Mo Siyu still had to speak with Mr. Qin about resigning from his job, so after dropping Tang Yue home, he left.

*

"Dad, do you have money?" Lian Qingyang called Lian He, and the moment they connected, he asked for money.

"What do you need money for now?" Lian He asked.

They had money at home, but it wasn’t just blown in by the wind.

Xiang Yazhi heard this and knew it was Lian Qingyang; whenever he asked for money, Lian He always spoke in this tone.

Xiang Yazhi hurriedly moved closer.

Lian Qingyang said, "Dad, I’ve been studying computers recently. I’ve found some professionals and want them to develop a software, but I don’t have enough funds."

"Lian Qingyang, just focus on your studies at Jinghua University and stop getting involved in these useless things." Lian He almost hung up instinctively, as Qingyang always used similar excuses when asking for money, either for investments or for some business ventures.

"No, no, no," Qingyang quickly said, fearing Lian He would hang up. He brought up Tang Yue: "Dad, I’m doing this for Sister Xiao Yue."

Hearing the name Tang Yue, Lian He instinctively didn’t hang up.

Xiang Yazhi muttered from the side, wondering if just mentioning Tang Yue meant Lian He would give the money.

"What’s this got to do with Xiao Yue? Don’t drag her into every matter," Lian He said, though his tone had softened a lot.

Hearing this, Qingyang felt hopeful about getting the money. He said, "Dad, Sister Xiao Yue is a designer, right? She has to make many drafts and her hands get sore. Last time I saw her hands were very painful. Dad, if this continues, what if something happens to Sister Xiao Yue’s hands?"

"Sister Xiao Yue is so beautiful. It would be such a pity if she couldn’t use her hands."

"So, I thought, why not develop a software that lets Sister Xiao Yue draw on the computer? It would be much easier, right?"

"How much money do you need?" Lian He asked.

"Sister Xiao Yue..." As Lian He was preparing to persuade him with a lot of words, thinking that no matter what, he’d have to give some money, he was interrupted by Lian He himself.

"I asked how much money do you need? I’ll send it to you right away," Lian He repeated.

"Eight hundred thousand." Lian Qingyang stated an amount.

Lian He immediately agreed.

In the moment he hung up, Qingyang couldn’t believe it.

Had Lian He ever been so agreeable before when he asked for money?

Instead of blasting him or caustically scolding him as a spendthrift or else cutting the money in half.

That’s why Qingyang intentionally reported a higher amount.

Setting up a software development office, from the location to personnel, to equipment, all needed money. Qingyang calculated that it would cost at least three hundred and forty thousand a year, so he reported eight hundred thousand, thinking that even if Lian He reduced it by half or by one-third, there would be enough money without him having to contribute himself.

He wanted to save his personal savings.

"Sister Xiao Yue really is his lucky star," Qingyang said happily and excitedly.

With this money, he could buy a bigger house, purchase better equipment.

Sea City.

When Xiang Yazhi heard Lian He nonchalantly agreeing to the eighty thousand, a raging jealousy surged within her: "Isn’t eighty thousand too rash? It’s just for drawing after all. Qingqing is also a designer, only a jewelry designer, but her hands are precious too."

Xiang Yazhi was so indignant, if Qingyang were here, she would have blasted him furiously. Did Tang Yue mean more to Qingyang than his own sister in his heart?

Over these many years, why hadn’t Qingyang thought of doing something for his own sister?

If Qingyang heard Xiang Yazhi’s internal complaints, he would surely reply: Sister Xiao Yue is even closer than a real sister.

Lian Qingqing and Lian Qingyang were twin siblings, and ever since they were young, Qingqing’s excellence completely overshadowed Qingyang, not to mention Qingqing would tease and never look after her brother.

In other families, siblings love each other.

But for Qingqing and Qingyang, they were almost like enemies, always at odds with each other.

Qingyang didn’t like Qingqing’s hypocrisy of acting one way in person and another behind his back.

And Qingqing didn’t like Qingyang’s attitude of just playing games.

Whenever they met, they were like water and fire, constantly bickering from childhood to adulthood, and now being apart, there was not a single bit of missing each other.

"Once the software is ready, if Qingqing can use it too, let her use it as well," Lian He said, completely oblivious to Xiang Yazhi’s upset.

"But, but this software is designed for Tang Yue," Xiang Yazhi felt even more stifled thinking about this.

"It’s okay, once the software is designed, who can’t use it?" Lian He stood up, warning, "Yazhi, Xiao Yue is very innocent, do not harm her."

With that warning tone and look, Xiang Yazhi shivered all over her body. After Lian He left, her jealousy, resentment, and dissatisfaction all exploded.

Why does the vixen’s daughter get treated like a precious treasure by Lian He?

The more Xiang Yazhi thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and she waited for the right time to make an international call to her daughter.

As it was day here and night over there, Xiang Yazhi seized that moment to call Lian Qingqing.

Having just attended a party, Qingqing, lying in the bathtub holding a large phone, said, "Mom, it’s just an illegitimate daughter. Is it necessary to care so much?"

"You are Dad’s legal wife, she’s just an illegitimate daughter after all."

Lately, Qingqing had heard plenty of Xiang Yazhi’s complaints.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t returned to China during Zheng Yue, otherwise, she could have seen the girl that infuriated Xiang Yazhi.

"Qingqing, you don’t know, Dad dotes on her even more than on you siblings," Xiang Yazhi uttered angrily, pounding her chest, recounting today’s events.

Qingqing furrowed her brows and asked, "Mom, are you saying Lian Qingyang also cares so much for that illegitimate girl?"

She was Qingyang’s own sister, yet she never saw him caring so much for her.

"Exactly," Xiang Yazhi took the opportunity to say, "Qingqing, there are so many universities in China, wouldn’t it be the same wherever you studied? Why not come back?"

A long-winded conversation unraveled as Xiang Yazhi and Qingqing discussed the complexities surrounding the tangled familial relationships within their elite social circle, accentuated by varied feelings of envy, partiality, and obligation toward family legacy and individual desires.