Chapter 690
Chapter 690: Chapter 42: A Clear Conscience (Extra update for monthly votes!) Chapter 690: Chapter 42: A Clear Conscience (Extra update for monthly votes!) “`
“See me?”
Lin Xian was feeling a bit strained.
The Zhao family from Imperial Capital is not merely wealthy, but truly influential and powerful in every sense.
Before, Brother Wang had been running around for so long trying to get the paperwork done, without success.
Yet at the New Year’s dinner, with just a casual phone call from Zhao Yingjun’s uncle, everything was immediately sorted out.
And that was just the uncle.
In the projection corridor of Zhao Yingjun’s personal exhibition at Third Dreamland, Lin Xian had already learned that Zhao Yingjun’s mother was just a schoolteacher, well-educated and with good academic credentials though from a modest background.
The truly formidable one was Zhao Yingjun’s father.
So, as one can imagine.
Zhao Yingjun’s uncle was likely promoted with the help of his brother-in-law… Just being promoted to such a position made him so incredibly powerful.
What about the brother-in-law himself, then?
Of course, Lin Xian and the director of Dragon Science Academy, Gao Yan, as well as the head of the Security Bureau, Liu An, all considered themselves “good brothers,” patting each other on the back.
They didn’t feel any pressure from Zhao Yingjun’s father, nor see any reason to be afraid of meeting him.
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Only, he was very curious…
Why would Zhao Yingjun’s parents choose this moment to express their wish to meet him?
Poke, poke.
Next to him, Yu Xi suddenly poked Lin Xian’s arm:
“There’s no meat left.”
She said while wearing big sunglasses.
Lin Xian chuckled softly and looked at the rack where their dishes were placed:
“Not eating some vegetables?”
“Vegetables are fine,” Yu Xi replied.
Lin Xian served her some tofu, kelp, and bok choy, which were quite filling.
He estimated that after finishing this hotpot, she would definitely be full.
After taking care of the junior.
It was time to respond to the elder.
Lin Xian pulled out a paper towel, wiped his hands, and looked back at Zhao Yingjun:
“Your parents… want to see me?”
“Yes,”
Zhao Yingjun continued:
“They do want to see you, mainly because my father insists on thanking you personally.”
“Thank me?”
Lin Xian got even more puzzled as he listened.
“It’s all from a year ago, the incident where you drove the Bentley and took me soaring over the overpass.”
Zhao Yingjun looked up and said:
“I told you about it, didn’t I?
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When I went home for the New Year that year, I told them about it.
They were very worried about me at the time, but since I was unharmed and nothing serious happened, their worries faded after a couple of days.”
“My father has always been a person who values loyalty greatly.
He wanted to properly thank you for risking your life to save me under such dangerous circumstances.
But you were busy at that time, and since they wanted to express their gratitude, it couldn’t possibly be appropriate to ask you to make a special trip to Imperial Capital, could it?
My parents also felt that it would be impolite, even arrogant.”
“So he was thinking of finding an opportunity to come to East Sea to thank you in person.
Unfortunately…
he was also very busy last year, and you were often on business trips, so our schedules never aligned.
Although I knew you were in Imperial Capital during the New Year, you were drafted for a secret mission, weren’t you?
So I didn’t bother you.”
“My father has always kept this in mind, even though I’ve said several times that there’s no need to be so formal with Lin Xian.
But he has always insisted, saying that if someone risked so much to save his daughter, he cannot just let it pass without a word…
he has always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you in person.”
As she spoke.
She glanced over and saw that Yu Xi had finished her drink again.
She signaled the waiter with a hand gesture and ordered two more bottles to be brought over.
Then she turned around:
“This time it just so happens that my mother has retired at 55 this year, and my father specifically took a month off to bring her to East Sea to stay for a month, to relax and also to have a family reunion.”
“My father has been eager to meet you, their flight arrives in East Sea tomorrow morning, and we’re having dinner together in the evening…
if you’re free, would you like to come?”
“This is also the reason I came to your office today.
It was my parents who asked me to invite you, thinking of having the four of us dine together.”
“Oh~ I see.”
Lin Xian understood.
Zhao Yingjun had truly told him about this incident, on the very day he handed in his resignation.
That day, Zhao Yingjun had said a lot.
Naturally, this included the change in her usually strict and unapproachable father’s attitude after seeing the video of the Bentley leaping over the overpass, East Sea 007.
Lin Xian especially remembered.
Zhao Yingjun’s father, who had always denied her and had not been supportive of her entrepreneurship, reluctantly gave her a tiny bit of recognition when she left Imperial Capital to return to East Sea:
“The cat design is not bad.
Your aunt’s daughter likes it a lot.”
Zhao Yingjun said this was the first time her father acknowledged her.
Although it was a trivial acknowledgment and moreover, she wasn’t the one who designed the cat…
she was still happy and even told him with a smile:
“I must say, Lin Xian…
you’ve not only saved my life but also changed it.
Meeting you has indeed been my fortune.”
Because he felt terribly guilty about resigning that day, Lin Xian still remembers those scenes and words very clearly even now.
…
“Actually, it’s really no big deal,”
Lin Xian said with a polite smile:
“It wasn’t much of an issue in itself.
Plus, it can’t really be considered ‘saving you,’ can it?
I was in the car too, and it was me that the thug was pointing a gun at the back of my head…
I had to think of a way to save myself.”
“On the contrary, I would say, choosing such an aggressive method as leaping over the overpass to shake off the thug and dragging you into danger…
If it had been successful, just like now, your father would be grateful to me; but if it had failed…
I wouldn’t have the face to meet him.”
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