Chapter 842: Caught Red-Handed

Nan Jiaojiao expressed her understanding; she didn’t like farewells either, even if it wasn’t tearful, it was uncomfortable inside.

“Grandpa Qiu, this is for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao handed Uncle Qiu a string of beads, which she had picked out at the ancient town the day before.

She feared Uncle Qiu might not accept it, so she hurriedly added, “It’s not anything valuable, just something from a small stall, just a little trinket.”

It’s not that she was stingy; they had everything.

Uncle Qiu had spent his lifetime with Elder Nan and had seen countless treasures.

If she were to give him an antique string of beads, with her lack of appreciation for such things, it would have been making a fool of herself in front of an expert.

Uncle Qiu immediately put the beads on, “Be careful on the road, give the old man a call when you arrive to let him know you’re safe.”

“Okay, Grandpa, I leave him in your care.”

“What care, it’s just what I’m supposed to do.”

If they kept being polite, it would never end.

Nan Jiaojiao stopped the conversation, and as the boarding call was announced, she said her goodbyes and headed to the ticket check.

She didn’t look back.

The flight was about three to four hours; Nan Jiaojiao watched two pre-downloaded movies, and then she arrived.

She had no luggage, just a food box filled with pastries from the Nan Mansion.

For some reason, she always felt like there was a gaze fixed on her.

She raised her eyes and easily spotted Pei Dongshi among the crowd.

While others were heading towards the exit, he was standing in the opposite direction, his gaze squarely fixed on her, his high arched brows shading eyes full of anger ready to erupt at any moment.

With half a green bean cake in her mouth, Nan Jiaojiao felt guilty under his gaze, and shoved the rest into her mouth without chewing, almost choking.

She turned and ran.

Pei Dongshi calmly pointed to two people, his fingers directly indicating Nan Jiaojiao, “See that shifty-eyed girl?

Go bring her back to me.”

The shifty-eyed Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

To avoid looking so bad being hauled back, she decided to walk back with her chest out, righteously, as if ready for a confrontation.

“I wasn’t hiding!”

Pei Dongshi snorted coldly.

Behind him stood a group of elite professionals, looking either like they were ready to take off with him or had just landed.

Among them, Nan Jiaojiao only recognized his assistant, Qiao Shan, and they weren’t particularly familiar, having only met a few times.

Pei Dongshi’s eyes were locked onto Nan Jiaojiao, and he extended his hand back, while Qiao Shan, unsure what he meant, tentatively pulled out a folder and placed it in Pei Dongshi’s hand.

He turned around and thumped the heavy file on Nan Jiaojiao’s head.

“You’ve really got some nerve!

You disappear, don’t answer calls, leave the crew in a mess, leave without a word, come and go as you please.

Do you really think I’m your dad, here to clean up after you, huh?!”

Nan Jiaojiao shrank back.

She was yelled at so loudly it nearly caused her ears to ring.

There were so many people coming and going at the airport, but none of them could overshadow the overwhelming resentment exuding from him.

The elite professionals behind him all shared the same expression, wide-eyed and speechless, avoiding eye contact but sneaking glances with the corners of their eyes.

Could President Pei really be such a crude person?

Scolding the young girl so harshly, especially the phrase “your dad,” within a few short words of profanity, it was truly a brilliant stroke.

Could it be that his usual aloof and restrained demeanor was all an act?

“It really hurts…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s voice was very small, almost like the buzz of a mosquito.

Once she spoke, the elite professionals couldn’t hold back their gossiping glances which sneakily shifted to her.

“I didn’t leave without saying anything, didn’t I send you a letter?”