Chapter 11 The First WeChat Friend

"What am I supposed to do? You think I'd use you again? I'm not interested in spending money on useless people!" Lu Yushan said angrily.

"What about our fee?" the man on the phone asked, bracing himself.

"Fee? You have the nerve to mention a fee to me?"

"We may not have merit, but we had hard work. We've been staking out in that neighborhood for several days." The man argued stubbornly, hoping to get some compensation.

Lu Yushan let out a derisive laugh, "In my book, there's no such thing as hard work, only results."

With that, she hung up the phone at once.

That despicable woman, Yin Xi, how detestable she is, eluding capture twice. Could it be that she has a powerful backer? Perhaps the man who was with her today?

If she ever sees her again, she certainly won't let her have good days ahead.

At that moment, Yin Xi was neatly arranging clothes from her suitcase into categories.

Once everything was in order, she patted her hands lightly, placed them on her hips, and scanned the room with a satisfied smile on her face.

She's going to "set up camp" here for the next three months.

After the family debts are cleared and her father's funeral is handled, she would return to "K" style to diligently complete her internship, acquire her diploma, and hopefully secure a job there to support herself.

In her spare time, she needed to learn more about finance and economics, so if an opportunity arose, she could help the Yin Family rise again and create a legacy for Yin Zhe.

Now that she thought about it, her father had been right to advice her to major in economics.

With such a family business, failing to learn how to manage it and ease her father's worries, instead choosing to start from the bottom as a junior reporter—for someone else's company—was indeed selfish and naive.

True, journalism was her hobby, but that didn't mean she couldn't like business as well.

If she had heeded her father's advice, perhaps the Yin Family wouldn't be facing this catastrophe.

That afternoon, she spent all her time on her phone, engrossed in learning financial and economic knowledge, very focused.

Occasionally, she would see Qin Siye's photo and name in the news.

Suddenly, an idea struck her; with such an influential tycoon within reach, why not learn from him?

But the thought of his stern face gave Yin Xi second thoughts.

Would he teach her?

A voice in her heart answered: How will you know if you don't try?

Alright. She decided to wait until he had settled the affairs of the Yin family, then she would take the chance to talk to him.

That night, Qin Siye was busy until late, only returning to Star Blue Bay after midnight.

He had intended to tell her that all of the Yin Family's debts had been settled by him and give her some joy.

But when his hand nearly touched the door to her room, he stopped. It was already half past eleven at night; she must have gone to sleep.

After Qin Siye returned to his own bedroom, he sat on the couch, massaging his temples.

Suddenly, he took out his phone, set up WeChat, entered Yin Xi's number, and added her as his first contact.

To his surprise, a friend request acceptance came through quickly.

With a slight frown, Qin Siye moved his slender fingers and sent his first WeChat message.

"Not asleep yet?"

Two seconds later, a reply came on the screen.

"Neither are you."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Qin Siye typed in WeChat:

"I wanted to tell you, all of the Yin Family's debts have been settled."

What? He resolved everything in just one day?

This man's efficiency is too swift, isn't it? Truly, outstanding people are extraordinary.

Calming the excitement in her heart, Yin Xi replied, "That's great. Thank you, Mr. Qin!"

Although her face couldn't be seen, the excitement in her mood could still be felt through the words she typed out.

"You can't call me Mr. Qin anymore," suddenly, Qin Siye typed out this sentence on the screen.

Yin Xi paused, then asked, "Then what should I call you? Qin Siye?"

"It would be best to leave out the Qin as well," Qin Siye raised his eyebrows slightly, responding immediately.

After a long moment, Yin Xi typed just one word: "Okay."

"Tomorrow morning, I will arrange for someone to go with you to the hospital to handle your father's affairs."

"Okay. Good."

In the following days, Yin Xi dealt with her father Yin Yuan's funeral accompanied by Zhao Ze and a few bodyguards.

During these days, Qin Siye was away on a business trip, and he didn't make it back for Yin Yuan's burial day.

Yin Xi stood in front of her parents' tombstone, looking at their photos, her tears of sorrow uncontrollably flowing down.

From now on, in this world, she would no longer have a mother or a father to call upon.

What once was a happy family of four, now only she and her younger brother depended on each other for survival.

Yet she didn't dare tell him about such a significant event as their father's passing.

Who would have thought that in K City, where the Yin Family was a well-known business family, her father's funeral would be conducted so bleakly, with her being the only one there from beginning to end?

The more Yin Xi thought about it, the sadder she became, her shoulders shaking slightly as she couldn't help but sob, taking an unsteady step backward.

Suddenly falling into the arms of a strong man, Yin Xi was startled, and at once heard Qin Siye's concerned voice, "Are you okay?"

Yin Xi's face flushed slightly, she quickly stood up straight and stepped aside, "I'm fine. When did you get here?"

"Just arrived," Qin Siye's voice was deep, "I apologize! Due to urgent matters at the company that required my attention out of town, I couldn't make it to your father's funeral."

Wiping the tear streaks off her face, Yin Xi looked up at him gratefully, "No. Don't say that; you've already done so much."

Qin Siye's gaze fixed on the tombstone, he respectfully bowed three times, his expression somber.

On the way back, Yin Xi got into Qin Siye's car. The two of them sat side by side in the backseat, with a distance of thirty to forty centimeters between them.

Yin Xi was still immersed in sorrow, not wanting to speak, while Qin Siye, not good with words, didn't know what to say to comfort her.

The air in the car became suffocating at one point, the driver in front periodically glancing at the rearview mirror, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

It was only as the car was about to reach Star Blue Bay that Qin Siye finally spoke.

"Are you alright?"

"Ah?" Yin Xi paused, hurriedly shifted her gaze from the window back to him, "Hmm."

"Tomorrow is my grandmother's birthday, can you accompany me back to the Qin family?" Qin Siye asked softly.

"Of course." Yin Xi's gaze was sincere.

He had done so much for her, and now it was finally time for her to return the favor.

"You..." Qin Siye's eyes harbored an apology.

Logically, she had just finished her father's funeral and hadn't yet emerged from her sorrow; he shouldn't be asking her to attend a festive event.

But it happened that his grandmother's birthday was on the next day, and it couldn't be delayed.

"I'm really okay," Yin Xi smiled faintly, her lips curving slightly, "Death is irreversible; we must look forward."

Seeing her positive attitude and her acceptance of the situation, Qin Siye's slightly furrowed brow finally relaxed a bit.

"Okay. Get some rest at home. I'm going out this afternoon for some errands, and tomorrow morning we'll go to the Qin family together."