Mr. Wen chatted warmly with his old friends and shareholders of Wen Group.
"Xinya, this is Mr. Qian, the major shareholder of Wen's Group. Mr. Qian holds 13% of Wen's shares, making him the largest shareholder after the Wen family."
"Hello, Uncle Qian!" Wen Xinya greeted him with a smile, her eyes falling on Director Qian. He was slightly plump, about sixty years old, and was very well maintained, still looking very young, with a slightly protruding belly. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, making him look a little cunning.
Qian Jianhui's slightly chubby face was dimple-like when he smiled, like a Maitreya Buddha: "Niece, your grandfather and I have been friends for many years. I am only a few years younger than your grandfather. You are lowering my generation by calling me uncle."
Wen Xinya couldn't help but look at her grandfather in surprise.
Her expression amused Qian Jianhui, and his face seemed to be filled with smiles for an instant, but he was thinking in his heart that all the efforts he made in health preservation over the years were not in vain.
Old Master Wen laughed and said, "No wonder you got the generations wrong. Your Grandpa Qian is very focused on keeping in good health. He is sixty years old but has the body of a man in his forties or fifties. He is a well-known old bastard in the circle."
In his heart, however, he admired Xinya very much. He had told her about the shareholders of Wen's Group long ago. Qian Jianhui seemed to be gentle and kind, but in fact he was narrow-minded, cunning and very difficult to deal with. She deliberately got the seniority wrong. Maybe others would mind, but Qian Jianhui, an old man, would only enjoy himself. It was a pity that she could think of using this method to get closer to Qian Jianhui.
Qian Jianhui pretended to be angry and said, "Old Wen, you shouldn't curse me like that. Look at yourself. It's only been two years, and you seem to have taken a rejuvenation pill. If I am an old bastard, you are an old monster."
Old Master Wen couldn't help but glance at his granddaughter and smiled, "This is all thanks to my granddaughter Xinya. More than two years ago, I suddenly fell into a coma and was hospitalized. This child suddenly became interested in pharmacology. With the introduction of her grandfather Mo Gong, she has been studying medicine with Du Shengshou and has also learned some maintenance techniques from Du Qianjin."
Old Turtle attaches great importance to the art of health preservation. His words will definitely arouse Old Turtle's interest.
As expected, Qian Jianhui looked at Wen Xinya with a warmer gaze: "Du Shengshou is a master in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and Miss Du has also become famous in health care and beauty recently. Old Wen, you are so lucky!" Then he looked at Wen Xinya: "I will ask my niece for advice on health preservation someday."
Du Shinan and Du Ruo's reputation in the field of traditional Chinese medicine is enough to attract everyone. Those who are sick want to see a doctor, and those who are not sick also want to see if there are any health risks in their bodies. So when he heard that Wen Xinya and Du Shinan and Du Ruo were studying medicine, his mind became active. Maybe he could even get to know Du Shinan through Wen Xinya.
Wen Xinya looked at Qian Jianhui's face carefully and asked, "Grandpa Qian, have you often felt weakness in your limbs, occasional diarrhea, and insomnia recently?"
Qian Jianhui's eyes widened and he asked, "How did you know?"
Wen Xinya smiled and said, “Grandpa Qian, you have a spleen and stomach disorder. Instead of taking care of your spleen and stomach, you use a lot of drugs to replenish qi and blood, which is putting the cart before the horse. That’s why you have this physical condition.”
Qian Jianhui was convinced by Wen Xinya and asked quickly, "Then how should we treat it?"
Wen Xinya said, "I only learned some pharmacology from Grandpa Du and Miss Du, but I don't know how to prescribe medicine to treat diseases. But Grandpa Qian, your condition is not very serious. I have a recipe for regulating the spleen and stomach. You can try it for a few days to see if it works!"
Qian Jianhui was naturally very happy. The Du family's recipes were naturally all good. "What a great coincidence! Thank you, niece."
A few people were chatting, and Xia Ruya slowly came over with a glass of wine: "Grandpa Wen, Grandpa Qian, Xinya, what are you talking about? Why are you so happy?"
Qian Jianhui was originally chatting happily with Wen Xinya, but when he saw Xia Ruya's slightly plump body, he subconsciously turned to face Xia Ruya: "Ruya, you have changed a lot in two years. Why don't you come to see an old guy like me after returning to the capital?"
Xia Ruya smiled and chatted with him: "Grandpa Qian, you are still the same as you were two years ago, there is no change! No... you look more energetic and younger than before. I will definitely come to your house someday to ask you for advice on health preservation."
Xia Ruya's words were so appropriate and generous that Qian Jianhui smiled continuously and his face was flushed.
Compared with his friendliness towards Wen Xinya, Qian Jianhui's attitude towards Xia Ruya was obviously more warm and attentive. The different treatment made Mr. Wen's face turn ugly.
The directors of Wen's Group are not as enthusiastic towards the future heir of Wen's Group as they are towards an adopted daughter. This is clearly a slap in the face of the Wen family.
But Wen Xinya didn't care. After all, Xia Ruya was now a member of Zhishan Yahui. In this upper-class society, who wouldn't want to curry favor with her
Xia Ruya looked at Wen Xinya and said, "Grandpa Qian is a very kind person. Before..." She looked at Grandpa Wen, paused and continued, "So Grandpa Qian and I are quite familiar with each other."
This was because she was afraid that Mr. Wen would misunderstand that she was using Qian Jianhui to deliberately embarrass Wen Wenya and slap Wen Wenya in the face, so she used the explanation that she was familiar with Qian Jianhui and had a good relationship with him.
Old Master Wen nodded indifferently. When it comes to socializing, compared to Xinya who is generous and decent, neither humble nor overbearing, Ruya seems to be more comprehensive and good at networking. The shareholders of Wen Group have always had a good relationship with her, so they accepted what Xia Ruya said.
At this time, the light and gorgeous waltz music sounded.
Xia Ruya extended her hand gracefully and said with a smile, "Grandpa Wen, I wonder if Ruya would have the honor to invite you to dance with me?"
Old Master Wen looked at the pair of hands stretched out to him with a dazed look. When Ruya was still surnamed Wen, he had danced with her several times at banquets.
It should have been a natural thing to do, but his arms seemed stiff and paralyzed, and he couldn't stretch them out at all.
Ruya attended the Wen family's annual meeting today in a high-profile manner and invited him to dance in public. In fact, it was a suggestive move. She wanted to use her status as a member of the Zhishan Ya Society as a bargaining chip to let the Wen family recognize her as their adopted daughter and make her a legitimate adopted daughter of the Wen family.
This is a huge temptation for the Wen family. Ruya has been raised by the Wen family for twelve years. In the eyes of outsiders, Ruya is the adopted daughter of the Wen family. With just one dance, Ruya's status as a member of the Zhishan Ya Club will make her a help to the Wen family.
Wen Xinya's pupils suddenly shrank. What happened in her previous life happened again in this life. The same scene, the same picture, made her feel suffocated.
Even though it was just a dance, everyone knew the importance of the first dance at a banquet, as it was meant to be danced with someone you considered important or a heavyweight.
If Grandpa agreed to Xia Ruya's request, I'm afraid outsiders would think that Grandpa values Xia Ruya more.
It was also because of this that in the previous life... a dance established Xia Ruya's position in the Wen family, and also doomed her to an irreversible tragedy.