Wen Ying not only declined for herself but also rejected the offer on Xie Qian’s behalf, believing he wouldn’t want Tianjiao’s shares.
Wang Jun had anticipated this outcome.
He’d long seen that neither Wen Ying nor Xie Qian could be easily swayed by money. The best approach was to appeal to their emotions. To convince them to accept the shares, Wang Jun had prepared a heartfelt speech and was about to deliver it when Xie Qian suddenly asked:
“Uncle Wang, have you consulted Tianjiao’s other shareholders about transferring these shares to us?”
Wang Jun nodded, “Of course, I informed them, and they all agreed.”
Oh,
So this wasn’t just Wang Jun’s personal decision but the consensus of the shareholders.
Xie Qian’s eyes lit with a hint of a smile, “Helping Wang Shuang improve his grades was my personal choice. I’ve always believed friendship shouldn’t be tangled with too many interests. If Uncle Wang insists on calculating it this way, I’d have to see myself as Wang Shuang’s tutor, not his friend. Is that what you want? I won’t accept the 2% share gift, but I support Wen Ying taking it.”
What?
They’d agreed to stand firm against monetary temptations, so why was Xie Qian staying upright while bending her resolve?
No way!
Wen Ying wasn’t as poor as last year. The “Prawn King” business, scriptwriting fees, returns from investing in dramas, and uncollected royalties had lifted her from poverty into the ranks of the wealthy.
Not filthy rich, but definitely well-off among students.
This gave Wen Ying enough confidence to resist the temptation of Wang Jun’s share offer.
She wasn’t pretending to decline, she genuinely wasn’t greedy.
But Xie Qian must have his reasons for saying this, so Wen Ying didn’t immediately object.
Wang Jun was a bit surprised, “You mean…”
“I mean, Wen Ying can accept the shares you’re offering, including the 2% meant for me, making it 4% in total. I believe Wen Ying deserves these shares. No matter how much they’re worth in the future, I’m confident Wen Ying will create enough value for Tianjiao to justify this gift.”
For Tianjiao, Wen Ying was a screenwriter.
But she was more than that.
A screenwriter like Zhang Guangzhen would only write scripts, not get deeply involved in Tianjiao’s operations. Many matters wouldn’t need Yuan Fenghui to consult Wen Ying.
Wen Ying wanted to help Li Mengjiao without expecting extra rewards, but Yuan Fenghui surely wanted to tie Wen Ying to Tianjiao more securely.
Wang Jun’s share offer was personal, and Li Zhentao and Qin Xianming’s approval stemmed from personal sentiment, but Yuan Fenghui’s agreement wasn’t.
Accepting the shares would benefit both sides.
Friendship shouldn’t be measured by profit, but as Tianjiao grew, Wen Ying’s efforts went beyond just benefiting Li Mengjiao.
All to Wen Ying?
Wang Jun was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered.
“That’s fine by me,” he said.
Deep down, Wang Jun felt a slight pity for only securing Wen Ying, not Xie Qian.
But then he thought, Xie Qian was willing to forgo Tianjiao’s 2% shares and give them to Wen Ying… so securing Wen Ying might indirectly secure Xie Qian.
Wang Jun didn’t need books like *Shh, Little Secret* to understand “young love.” Tolerating his playboy son showed how open-minded he was.
Teenagers mature early these days.
While many high schoolers muddle through, Wang Jun knew a small group had clear plans for their future.
Xie Qian was definitely one of them, and Wen Ying likely was too.
Despite Xie Qian’s excellence and unfathomable background, Wang Jun didn’t think Wen Ying was unworthy of him.
What’s wrong with young love?
Some young loves do blossom into lasting relationships.
If two people who like each other part, it’s not due to external interference but because their feelings weren’t strong enough.
Even if these two didn’t end up together, securing Wen Ying wasn’t a loss for Wang Jun.
Feeling Wang Jun’s deep fatherly love for Wang Shuang, and with Xie Qian’s reasoning, Wen Ying didn’t refuse outright. Instead, she said she needed to think it over.
“No matter what, this gift is too significant to accept lightly.”
“Alright, alright, no rush. Take your time,” Wang Jun said with a smile, escorting them out of the study. He urged them not to feel pressured, whether they accepted the gift or not, and to enjoy themselves at the house tonight.
Li Mengjiao whispered to Wen Ying, “What did Uncle Wang talk to you guys about?”
Calling only Wen Ying and Xie Qian.
Could it be… Uncle Wang had seen through their secret relationship?
Before Wen Ying could answer, Li Mengjiao shook her arm, “Never mind, I get it.”
You get nothing!
Wen Ying couldn’t help but laugh and sigh at Li Mengjiao’s assumption. The world had too many self-proclaimed know-it-alls, and Li Mengjiao was one of them.
After Wang Shuang’s birthday party, Wen Ying finally found a chance to ask Xie Qian, “Why did you want me to take the shares?”
Xie Qian glanced at her, “Didn’t you say it yourself? You can’t just ignore a friend’s troubles. Tianjiao’s 4% shares are worth something, but it’s not much for the Wang family. This is Wang Shuang’s dad paying a ‘nanny fee.’ If you really don’t want it, that’s fine, but I think it’s a good opportunity.”
What opportunity?
The chance for Wen Ying to gain influence.
Why would Cao Bo, a carefree rich kid, bother with the hassle of a TV drama project? Because he’d lingered on the fringes too long, realising family connections only got him small fry, never the big catch.
To catch big fish, you need your own boat and net.
Xie Qian had thought Wen Ying could start her own company, built around her, ensuring her novels and scripts got the best development.
But plans change fast, and now Wang Jun was offering Tianjiao shares to Wen Ying.
So take them.
Use the shares as an entry ticket, get some practice, and deal with the future later.
Hearing this, Wen Ying wavered.
“I need to think it over carefully.”
Xie Qian didn’t press her.
As he’d said, it was fine either way.
Taking the shares would accelerate Wen Ying’s growth, but not taking them wouldn’t hurt. She could still start from scratch. It just depended on whether Wen Ying wanted closer ties with the Wang family—at least Wang Jun seemed decent to Xie Qian, not some two-faced schemer.
Unlike Wen Ying’s hesitation, Wang Shuang was thrilled all night after receiving his father’s share gift.
The next day, back at school after the holiday, Wang Shuang finally understood why he’d gotten such a gift. He’d done remarkably well in the first high school senior monthly exam.
So why bother negotiating with his dad? Study hard, and everything comes naturally!
The ancients were right, there really is a house of gold in books.
