I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

With this, teacher Cheng sighed deeply and went on: “Times are not the same as before. If we don’t take advantage of the opportunity to meet and talk, it will become challenging to meet again when everyone is miles apart.”

With that said, the atmosphere inevitably became tinged with melancholy.

Tan Xiao didn’t want to listen to his nagging, so he was merely nodding while eating, “Let’s go! We’ll go together!”

Bai Youwei shrugged, saying, “I don’t mind.”

She was just afraid that the other party would feel awkward when she saw her.

Bai Youwei knew a little bit about her mother. Although she was over forty, she looked no more than thirty since she had taken great care of her appearance. Combined with her refined and elegant demeanor, it attracted many suitors.

However, her mother didn’t have any plans of remarrying, focusing her entire attention on the company instead. She kept normal friendships with all suitors, unintentionally accumulating many “backup options,” and Shen Mo’s father was one of them.

Some women may think this behavior is offensive, but in reality, this is just a typical business person’s interpersonal relationship model.

Business people will not easily quarrel with anyone, maintaining a harmonious relationship with everyone.

Thinking of this, Bai Youwei could not help but pause.

Actually…

She was not harmonious with everyone, um… except with her own daughter.

“Weiwei?” Teacher Cheng noticed her in a daze and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Bai Youwei came back to herself and chuckled lightly, “Nothing, I was just thinking about what to bring as a gift if I were to visit Shen uncle.”

“Let’s ask Shen Mo when he comes back,” Teacher Cheng suggested, “See if there’s anything his father needs or if there’s anything he particularly likes to eat or use…”

Bai Youwei absent-mindedly responded.

The conversation came to an end.

And Shen Mo never did come back.

In the afternoon, Chu Huaijin personally came to pick up Bai Youwei, Su Man, and Zhu Shu.

Although Chu Huaijin was officially the head of the organization, Bai Youwei realized that he was just a doer. The real spiritual leader of the organization was Professor Song Mingchuan.

They met Yu Yaqing outside the meeting room.

With a jest, Su Man said, “We’re not going to be barred from entering this time, are we?”

Yu Yaqing laughed when he heard that, he patted Siman on the shoulder, “Holding a grudge?”

Zhu Shu smiled at Su Man, “Women, of course, hold a grudge.”

“And love dredging up old scores,” Bai Youwei added.

The four women looked at each other, unable to hold back a chuckle.

Seeing them in this state, Chu Huaijin couldn’t help but smile too. He said, “Let’s all go in. Professor Song has a lot of questions about the game that he wants to ask you all.”

Mentioning the game, their smiles suddenly paused.

That wasn’t a beautiful memory at all.

Yu Yaqing, serious, walked ahead and was the first to push open the door to the meeting room—

Inside was a long corridor with rooms on both sides, moving in further, they saw one room with a light on.

“Professor Song,” Chu Huaijin stood at the door with a respectful attitude, “They’re here.”

Bai Youwei curiously looked at the person inside, leaning her head.

With a few days gone by, she felt Professor Song had aged even more.

He was bending over the desk to work, buried in piles of draft papers. Because computers were not to be used casually, all the calculations had to be performed manually by him or other researchers. They had to be checked repeatedly to ensure accuracy.

He already seemed quite old yet took on such a heavy task. Honestly speaking, Bai Youwei wondered if he might suddenly pass away from the stress.