Chapter 167: Chapter 135: How to Handle (Three-in-One) (4)
The little girl hasn’t been seen for a few days, and it seems like she’s grown taller. As soon as she gets up, she clings to Qi Yun’s leg and won’t let go.
Qi Yun bends down with a smile, gently picks up the little girl, kisses her rosy cheek, and softly says, "Daddy made something delicious for you. Shall we go eat first?"
The little girl hugs Qi Yun’s neck, tilts her head, and replies, "Okay, but I don’t want to go to kindergarten today. I want to be with Daddy."
Zhao Qing finishes washing up and comes out of the bathroom, pats Nuannuan’s little head, and says, "Not going to school isn’t an option, you know. If you don’t go to kindergarten, your little buddies will worry about you."
The little girl pouts, a bit reluctant: "But I really want to spend more time with Daddy."
"Be good, Nuannuan. Daddy will come back early today to pick you up from school and take you to eat pizza, alright?" Qi Yun smiles and comforts her.
The little girl’s eyes brighten, and she perks up at the mention of pizza, but she still hesitantly asks, "Daddy, you can’t lie to me, okay? Are you really going to come early to pick me up?"
Qi Yun nods seriously, taps the little girl’s nose, "Of course, when has Daddy ever lied to you? Be good at kindergarten, and wait for Daddy to pick you up."
Only then does the little girl show a happy smile and lets Zhao Qing take her to brush her hair.
After the big one and the small one finish breakfast and go to kindergarten, Qi Yun tidies up the kitchen, comes to sit on the sofa, and picks up his phone to call Zhong Rui.
"I need you to help me register a new company today."
"Yes, the more categories the better, especially system development."
"The name? Let’s call it Yunqing Technology."
After hanging up the phone, Qi Yun checks the time—it is almost ten o’clock—so he dials Wei Xueming again, intending to ask about the progress on his side.
The phone rings for a few seconds before being answered, and Wei Xueming’s voice sounds a bit tired: "Hey, Qi Yun, I was just about to call you."
"Do you have any progress on your side?" Qi Yun asks.
Wei Xueming sighs and says, "Restoring such ancient books takes time, but it seems that yesterday’s findings can basically be confirmed."
"And there are some things that are not convenient to discuss over the phone. If you have time, come over to my place."
Qi Yun is a bit puzzled. Why must the conversation be face-to-face?
But he thinks that there are no other urgent matters at the moment, so he agrees, "Okay, Mr. Wei, I’ll be there shortly."
After hanging up, Qi Yun quickly tidies up, grabs his car keys, and heads out.
Soon, he arrives at the university and walks into Wei Xueming’s office.
Wei Xueming is sitting at his desk, looking very tired—in fact, he was working late last night.
Seeing Qi Yun enter, he gestures to the chair opposite, indicating for Qi Yun to sit down.
After sitting down, Qi Yun can’t wait to ask, "Mr. Wei, why did you call me over?"
Wei Xueming adjusts his glasses and sighs, "I originally thought I could rely on my own strength to restore the Qingnang Book, but I clearly overestimated myself. Last night, I made a mistake and nearly ruined some critical information."
"I have to admit, I’m really getting old, and to avoid damaging this precious manuscript, I shouldn’t be insisting on continuing."
Qi Yun can sense a trace of helplessness in the other’s voice. He blames himself for not considering things thoroughly. This little old man is in his sixties or seventies; making him do this kind of work is indeed asking too much.
After a moment of thinking, he lifts his head to look at Wei Xueming and asks, "I’m sorry, Mr. Wei, it was careless of me."
"Can you recommend an expert in this area to help me restore it?"
Wei Xueming waves his hand: "It’s not your fault. It’s my honor to see such a valuable manuscript in my lifetime. I should thank you."
"Introducing you to an expert in this area is no problem, but since we are both in the same circle, I’m not sure if I should say this."
Qi Yun smiles and says sincerely, "Mr. Wei, you’re a senior; feel free to speak your mind."
"The Qingnang Book—what do you plan to do with it afterward?"