The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

Knock knock knock!

After knocking on the door and hearing Nanrong Yong’s voice from inside, Ling Chen pushed the door open and strode in. At this moment, in the spacious bedroom, Nanrong Yong was wearing a traditional Chinese outfit, sitting on the sofa by the window, basking in the sun and gazing at the distant scenery.

"Old Sir." Ling Chen walked forward, greeted with a smile.

"Why aren’t you downstairs joining the fun? Instead, you come to find this old man."

"Old Sir, you are the star of the day, of course, I came to find you."

Nanrong Yong sighed lightly and said, "You’re the only one who still remembers me." He pointed out the window and continued, "Look at those people; supposedly they’re here to celebrate my birthday, but they all have their own agendas. In their eyes, this is just an occasion to make friends and talk business. Hongyu Group is thriving under Wanqing’s leadership, and they all want to hop on our big ship."

Ling Chen chuckled and said, "The world hustles and bustles, all for profit. The world jostles and clatters, all for gain. Old Sir, you’re a businessman too; you should understand this simple truth."

Nanrong Yong nodded and said, "You’re right, that’s indeed the case. It’s because the Nanrong Family has what they want, so they rush to attend my birthday banquet." He then changed the subject and asked, "Why aren’t you accompanying Wanqing?"

"She has company."

"You’re talking about that Yang He, right? He came to visit me with Wanqing the day before yesterday. I’ve heard of the Yang Family, they’re also a big family, primarily developing overseas. I had a brief encounter with his parents before. That Yang He is indeed an impressive young man, capable and talented; he has already taken over the family business at a young age, similar to Wanqing. I quite admire him."

Ling Chen smiled and said, "Even Old Sir praises him so highly; it seems he’s really something."

"You brat, from your tone, it sounds like you’re jealous." Nanrong Yong said with a gleeful smile, "Could it be that you’re feeling pressured? Afraid he might take Wanqing away from you? Don’t worry, this old man will always be your strong support." He paused, then continued, "Although I stay in my room all day and don’t go out, I’m aware of your situation with Wanqing. I know her mother is intervening, preventing you two from being together. As parents, they like to correct the younger generation’s path with their experience, hoping their children avoid detours and stay happy. While their intention isn’t wrong, every individual’s life path is different; forcing things might result in opposite outcomes. I initially wanted to find an opportunity to talk with her, asking her not to meddle in Wanqing’s affairs. But since Wanqing just reunited with her mother, I don’t want this matter to harm their mother-daughter relationship, so I’ve been delaying it."

"Old Sir, I know you mean well for me, but you don’t have to worry about such matters. You know Wanqing’s personality, right? She won’t just change her mind because of others’ opinions. Besides, if we’re really meant to be, we’ll end up together no matter what we go through, so you don’t have to worry about us. Even if Wanqing and I aren’t meant to be, the Nanrong Family will still be my friends."

Nanrong Yong nodded slightly and said, "Alright, since you say so, I’ll stop meddling. Just remember, if you need anything, feel free to ask; I’ll unconditionally support you."

"Thank you, Old Sir."

"Oh, right!" Ling Chen took out a thin booklet from his pocket and handed it to Nanrong Yong, saying, "This is my birthday gift for you; you must accept it."

Nanrong Yong glanced at the content of the booklet and saw it was filled with images. Curiously, he asked, "What’s this? A martial arts manual? I’m already so old; what’s the use of giving me something like this?"

Ling Chen explained with a smile, "Old Sir, you misunderstood, this isn’t a martial arts manual. It’s a breathing method to strengthen the body, similar to elderly Tai Chi Boxing. Of course, I’m just giving an analogy; its effects can’t be compared to Tai Chi Boxing. This breathing method was passed to my grandfather by an extraordinary person. My grandfather is the same age as you, but his body is extremely fit, comparable to the young generation. He maintains such health by practicing this breathing method daily."

Hearing this, Nanrong Yong was a bit intrigued and asked, "Does this really have such good effects?"

"Old Sir, rest assured; if it weren’t good, I wouldn’t give it to you. As long as you practice persistently, living another ten years won’t be a problem." Ling Chen paused, then continued, "If you don’t believe me, I’ll guide you through one routine now, letting you feel the effects first. Anyway, there’s still time."

Nanrong Yong stood up, half-believing, and followed Ling Chen’s guidance, practicing a round. The breathing method was actually quite simple, and coupled with Ling Chen’s guidance, Nanrong Yong soon mastered its essentials.

Seeing sweat beads forming on Nanrong Yong’s forehead, Ling Chen smiled and asked, "Old Sir, how do you feel?"

"Good." Nanrong Yong stretched his arms and said, "Even though I only practiced once, I’m already drenched in sweat and feel much more energized than before. Ling Chen, your gift is excellent; I like it." He finished and laughed heartily.

"Old Sir, don’t forget to practice daily; if you persist, you should enhance your physique in half a year." Ling Chen advised.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you down." Just as he finished speaking, a knock on the door sounded from outside. Following the knock, Liu Kun pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "Sir, it’s about time. You should go down."

Nanrong Yong nodded and said, "Alright, I know."

"Old Sir, since you’re busy, I’ll take my leave. I’ll visit you another day." After speaking, Ling Chen greeted Liu Kun and prepared to leave.

"Hold on!" Nanrong Yong hurriedly called out to Ling Chen, saying, "The birthday banquet hasn’t started yet; at least stay until the banquet is over before leaving." Without waiting for Ling Chen to refuse, Nanrong Yong moved forward, grabbed his hand, and headed straight for the door.

Seeing the situation unfold, Ling Chen sighed wryly. Nanrong Yong’s enthusiastic invitation made it hard to refuse. Soon, the two of them arrived outside the open-air tent in the backyard. By this time, most of the guests had arrived, totaling around eighty to ninety people, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Old Sir, you’re the star of the day; please go ahead and greet the guests. I’ll watch from the side." Ling Chen stopped and said.

Nanrong Yong initially wanted to bring Ling Chen along, but Ling Chen’s feet seemed rooted to the ground, refusing to budge no matter how he pulled. Left with no choice, he nodded, "I’ll come find you later."

(Happy New Year, may all things go smoothly.)