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Chapter 271 IF Line (3)



Chapter 271 IF Line (3)

Caught peeking, Lin Xi's face flushed slightly, but she pretended to remain calm.

Duan Yiheng then spoke up, "Miss Lin, are you feeling unwell?"

Cen Yu and Lin Qinghuai subconsciously looked at their daughter and frowned when they saw that her face was unusually red.

"What's wrong?" Cen Yu asked with some concern.

Lin Xi wanted to roll her eyes at Duan Yiheng, but couldn't say anything. She raised her hand, touched her face with the back of her hand, and casually made up an excuse: "It's hot."

Duan Yiheng stepped aside slightly and said, "President Lin, please come in."

Lin Qinghuai: "Please, Mr. Duan as well."

The group entered the office building, and Lin Xi seemed to finally come back to life.

Her mind was filled with Liang Yutong's talk about the banquet, and she was momentarily distracted, bumping into Duan Yiheng who was about to enter the elevator.

Lin Qinghuai cleared his throat in the elevator to remind her, and Lin Xi belatedly realized what he meant and quickly made room for Duan Yiheng.

Duan Yiheng smiled slightly and said politely, "Miss Lin, please go first."

Lin Xi, facing her father's gaze, dared not go in.

She glanced at Duan Yiheng, who was also looking at her.

After some polite deference, Lin Xi stepped into the elevator first.

Lin Qinghuai smiled awkwardly at Duan Yiheng: "Sorry, we've spoiled this child."

Duan Yiheng smiled and smoothed things over, casually praising Lin Xi's straightforwardness.

Lin Xi watched them flattering each other from behind.

After going upstairs, Duan Yiheng asked his assistant to entertain Lin Xi, while he went to the conference room with Lin Qinghuai.

Feeling bored, Lin Xi turned to her assistant and said, "Mr. Qin, may I go out for a walk?"

Qin Yang said, "Where would you like to go? I'll take you there."

Lin Xi thought for a moment and said, "I have a map of the park, I'll explore it myself."

Qin Yang said, "Then you must promise not to go to the park gate, otherwise President Lin won't be able to find you, and I don't know how to explain it."

Lin Xi nodded: "Don't worry, I'll probably just take a look at your company's cultural corridor. It won't make things difficult for you."

Qin Yang nodded slightly: "I'll escort you to the elevator."

The park brochure has a map and a mini-program. Lin Xi simply scanned the code and used her phone for navigation.

It's estimated that her father will be visiting the factory and R&D center with Duan Yiheng later, so she still has plenty of time.

Following the navigation to the cultural corridor, we discovered that Yinfan Technology has only been around for six years.

The founder of Yinfan Technology is Duan Yiheng.

Of course, it cannot be denied that he founded the company with the help of the group, but even so, it is already quite remarkable that he has achieved such a large market share.

The six-year timeframe concisely outlines the company's trajectory and describes Duan Yiheng's achievements.

On the wall of honor, he stands alone at the top, not in name only, but in recognition of his solid project achievements.

Lin Xi felt a slight stirring in her heart, gaining a deeper understanding of Duan Yiheng.

When Lin Xi saw the calligraphy by "Duan Yiheng" displayed in the employee showcase, he couldn't tear himself away.

Her father also liked calligraphy and sent her to learn it when she was a child, but she couldn't sit still, so he eventually gave up.

Lin Xi, as if possessed, took a picture of Duan Yiheng's calligraphy with her phone, intending to have her father evaluate it.

After strolling through the cultural corridor, Lin Xi went to a coffee shop in the park and bought a cup of coffee.

She waited leisurely until noon, and finally received a call from her father.

Lin Xi gave the address and waited for someone to pick her up for dinner, but she didn't expect that the person who came would be Duan Yiheng.

She jumped up from her seat and asked, "Where's my dad?"

Duan Yiheng said, "I had my assistant take them to the restaurant first, and I'm here to pick you up."

"Thank you," Lin Xi said. "Actually, you could have just had your assistant pick me up."

Duan Yiheng hadn't spent much time with girls and wasn't a talkative person. In response to Lin Xi's words, he only replied with three words: "No trouble at all."

There was still some distance to the restaurant, and it would be awkward not to speak. Taking advantage of everything she saw in the cultural corridor, Lin Xi asked Duan Yiheng:

"Your calligraphy is very good. How old were you when you started learning? My dad made me learn it, but I couldn't sit still."

“I was five years old,” Duan Yiheng said. “I only learned it to keep my mother company.”

Lin Xi exclaimed, "Wow! You've written very well. Your mother's writing must be even more beautiful."

Duan Yiheng thought that Southerners spoke in a really soft and sweet way, and their amazed tone made it seem as if their calligraphy skills were something extraordinary.

In that instant, Duan Yiheng sensed a hint of amusement.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Lin Xi sat down next to Cen Yu. Having already discussed what needed to be discussed, they chatted about some light topics at the table.

Lin Xi felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.

Her father practically dug up Duan Yiheng's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Lin Xi tried desperately to signal to him, but Lin Qinghuai pretended not to see it.

Duan Yiheng noticed this out of the corner of his eye and subtly curled his lips. The way this father and daughter interacted was quite interesting.

Over the course of the meal, Lin Xi learned about Duan Yiheng's alma mater, his height and weight, his hobbies and special skills... and even how many relationships he had had.

Lin Xi's eyes changed, especially after she learned that he had never been in a relationship.

Is he 30? Has he never had a girlfriend?

Duan Yiheng understood her gaze and took the initiative to explain: "I was abroad from the age of 15 to 24, and my studies were quite demanding. After returning to China, I worked while also founding Yinfan Technology. My time was so tightly scheduled that I neglected my love life."

Lin Qinghuai seized the opportunity: "People say that one should be established by thirty. President Duan has achieved great success in his career. I wonder what his views are on marriage?"

Duan Yiheng said, "If there is such a connection, I will naturally cherish and love it."

Lin Qinghuai looked very satisfied, but when he glanced at his daughter drinking soup beside him, he was almost laughing in exasperation.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xi and his family were about to leave Yinfan Technology.

Duan Yiheng personally escorted her downstairs. Before leaving, he gently stopped Lin Xi and asked, "Miss Lin, may I have your contact information?"

Lin Xi took out her phone: "Of course, thank you for buying me lunch yesterday."

Cen Yu listened silently from the side. She looked up at Duan Yiheng again. It turned out that the person her daughter had talked to last night was Duan Yiheng.

What a coincidence!

After getting into the car, Lin Xi was playing on her phone at the back of the van when Cen Yu took the opportunity to tell her husband about it.

Lin Qinghuai said, "I'm usually good at judging people. This Duan Yiheng isn't a scheming person. Lin Xi doesn't know anything. These days, you have to fight for a good son-in-law."

Cen Yu said, "I received a call today from Ms. Meng, who is Duan Yiheng's mother, inviting Lin Xi and me to her home."

Lin Qinghuai said, "You handle it. Tomorrow I have to bring people to Yinfan Technology for a formal cooperation meeting."

Cen Yu: "Then I'll take Xiao Xi to pick out a gift for them tomorrow."

Lin Qinghuai: "Of course."

Cen Yu returned to the hotel and called Ms. Meng back.

Although the two had never met, they got along quite well on the phone.

Afterwards, Cen Yu told Lin Xi about it. Since her mother had already agreed, Lin Xi couldn't refuse anymore, so she nodded.


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