My Two Dads

At the end of the day, Yang Han was a part of this family, so she did understand Ji Xun to a certain extent.

She knew that the entrepreneur leaders in real life weren’t the same as those overbearing presidents who spend money like they were throwing out dirt.

When the idea of “Inviting Han Shi Yu to give a speech” came out of her mouth, she didn’t think too much of it. Only after she had calmed down afterwards that she realized this wasn’t something very easy to achieve.

In a science and technology seminar, Han Shi Yu as an individual did not carry much weigh or value. What really mattered was his identity as the president of Ji Xun. If he attended the seminar, he would be representing the entire Ji Xun technology company.

In that case, he couldn’t just take matters into his own hands and instead needed to consider numerous factors.

This wasn’t a game of playing house to show off.

Yang Han sat across Yang Mo and Han Shi Yu. In the midst of the silence between two sides, she nervously retracted her fingers on top of knees, suddenly realizing all these issues.

In the end, it was still Yang Han who broke the silence first. There wasn’t much she could say, so she decided to act willfully for once. “I…I want you to go.”

Han Shi Yu tapped his arm with his fingers, opened his lips to speak but was intercepted by Yang Mo.

Yang Mo said, “Are you the one leading the planning work for the event proposal this time?”

Yang Han nodded, “En.”

Yang Mo proposed, “You can change up the type of event. Since it’s a science and technology art festival, art events would work too.”

“You can get him to contact a few interesting million-followers influencers.” Yang Mo pointed at Han Shi Yu and said, “For example, that Mu Liu Su, who is a lot more popular than him.”

This was also a feasible method, but Yang Han lowered her head and muttered under her breath, “Today is the deadline for the proposal submission. I’ve already submitted this proposal…”

Yang Mo frowned and sighed, “You’re preempting it. First decapitating then presenting your trophy.”

“No, it…it can still be withdrawn,” Yang Han quickly shook her head, looking pitiful as she said, “But…I thought you two would agree to it.”

If Yang Mo said no, then this matter would have been half buried in the ground.

Yang Mo’s next words made it even worse.

On one hand, Han Shi Yu had been busy with business and will be flying back to the headquarters tomorrow. It was an unknown factor when he could even draw out any free time. On the other hand, Han Shi Yu himself would need to prepare, the company has to do the arrangements, there would be the media to handle too as well as contacting the school and many other matters…In short, if he was to appear, all kinds of things would follow after it.

But all of these things were brushed over by this generous president of Ji Xun.

“It’s a small matter,” Han Shi Yu said, “When are you guys holding this science and technology art festival?”

Yang Mo glanced at Han Shi Yu.

The little match in Yang Han’s heart had gone out, with smoke appearing already, but it suddenly ignited again when she heard those words.

She said excitedly, “30th of April.”

Han Shi Yu: “But there’s one condition.”

Yang Han’s excitement took a sudden, emergency brake.

In this moment, Han Shi Yu who sat across her had the aura of an evil, impetuous boss. The corners of his lips curved up disdainfully and provocatively as he leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs and resting a hand on the sofa.

Yang Han: “……”

She averted her gaze a little, warning herself over and over again to keep smiling no matter what Han Shi Yu will say next.

Han Shi Yu said, “If there was no threshold for inviting the president of Ji Xun, then where would I put my reputation at.”

Yang Han: “En…”

In such a situation, the lack of a beauty that an overbearing president could hug on his side made the sight lose a lot of flavor. Han Shi Yu then reached out for Yang Mo’s waist.

The end result was his hand of crime being caught on the spot by Yang Mo, his fingers being forcefully folded back.

Yang Mo continued to listen to their conversation without changing his expression.

Han Shi Yu grabbed onto his injured paws, seeing that the momentum had been scattered, he could only say seriously, “…I…I’ll give you twenty minutes to prepare. Briefly run through your proposal as if you’re doing the bidding and present it in front of me.”

Yang Han: “Ah?”

Han Shi Yu: “I’ll need to know what’s in the proposal in the very least, right?”

When Han Shi Yu came out of the bathroom, Yang Mo was reading a book with the bedside lamp on.

The soft, pale light softened his silhouette, and his drooping eyelashes were tinted with the colour of night.

Han Shi Yu was in a happy mood. He climbed into bed and kissed Yang Mo’s cheek.

Yang Mo closed his book and asked, “Are you really going?”

Han Shi Yu smiled, “Didn’t you see Yang Han’s performance earlier on? It was pretty good, right?”

“She did do well,” Yang Mo said, “But I’m talking about you. Do you have the time? How will the company arrange this?”

“Coincidentally,” Han Shi Yu said, “Didn’t we previously plan to do a large-scaled public charity in collaboration with Shou Cheng University and several other high schools by walking into school grounds to promote the education column on Qu Di?”

He continued, “The plan was to decide on nine schools. Elementary schools, high schools and colleges…There were a few not chosen yet.”

Han Shi Yu leaned back, sinking into the soft pillow as he stretched out two hands to gesture, “Look at this science and technology art festival at Xiao Yang’s school. It’s very beneficial for us to promote our “internet + education” concept. When she mentioned it to me yesterday, I actually already had some ideas.”

Han Shi Yu had long passed the period of being spirited and acting on a whim. His years of experience in his career had shaped up the habit of careful calculation without taking any redundant, tedious steps.

Yang Mo thought he was acting rashly without thinking, so he felt relieved to hear that. He asked, “If, without this public charity plan, and without any prior preparations…”

Han Shi Yu said softly, “I’ll still go.”

Yang Mo turned his head to look at him.

“Stumbling along the way, it wasn’t easy raising this cabbage of ours,” Han Shi Yu said, “How can we let her go through any more upsetting things?”

Yang Mo: “……”

“And here I thought you had matured a little already.” He couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his lips, which then turned into a breath of air as he turned off the bedside lamp. “It seems that I thought too much.”

Han Shi Yu turned towards him, the last glimmer of light flickered in his eyes. He said, “Senior, let’s go together when the time comes. You can watch me from under the stage.”

Hearing the way he called him, Yang Mo’s heartstrings fluttered a little, as if a thin-winged butterfly had landed on them, its tentacles dipped in the pollen of the past.

Yang Mo said, “Alright.”

“I can find you in a glance.” Han Shi Yu said, “It’s my loss if I take two glances.”

Yang Mo didn’t enjoy arguing with children, so he brushed him off, “Oh. How amazing.”