Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The sunshine at noon was very bright, shining through the clouds and giving the flowers, plants and trees a layer of soft light.

Qingyun pulled the little Qilin and skipped into Fuyao, distributing the wreaths one by one. Brother Long's eyes were a little red. He looked at Qingyun and lowered his head again, but still obediently let Qingyun put the wreath on him.

Chang Jin's eyes were also red, probably because he was holding back tears, and his nose tip was also red. Qingyun observed Wen Geyin's attitude. He had a good attitude and seemed to be in a good mood. That should be because Chang Jin and Brother Long had empathy. He was very kind and empathetic.

Chen Musheng was so happy to receive the wreath made by his son that he praised it lavishly. The silent atmosphere in the room was swept away by the two children.

Qingyun insisted on taking Wen Geyin and Chang Jin out to see the little rabbits she hunted, feeling proud and pleased.

Wen Geyin first praised him and then secretly criticized him, saying that he could shoot a rabbit at such a young age. He wondered if the field was filled with rabbits.

"Aren't you hungry? You've forgotten everything because you were so happy to see your brother. Come in and have an meal." Fu Shengyu came out and wanted to take Qingyun to wash his hands.

There was a dish of braised pork with spring bamboo shoots for lunch which was very popular among the three children. Wen Geyin had originally planned to go and dig spring bamboo shoots, but now there was no time, so she hurriedly asked people to go and dig them now and bring them back to Xiao Qilin and the others.

After taking a short rest after dinner, Chen Musheng said goodbye. Little Qilin would go to school tomorrow, so he could go back early to have a good rest.

Wen Geyin carried the basket of bamboo shoots into the trunk, and Fu Shengyu also put the cage of rabbits shot by Xiao Qilin into the trunk. Xiao Qilin carefully selected the best-looking rabbit and gave it to Qingyun.

"Hey, this is for you. It can keep your little rabbit company."

Qingyun was stunned for a moment before taking it and holding it in his arms: "Thank you, little Qilin."

In fact, she was going to send it to the kitchen to be made into a dish for tasting, but she accepted the kindness of little Qilin.

After saying goodbye reluctantly, Qingyun watched Xiao Qilin's car drive away, feeling a little reluctant.

On the other side, little Qilin started crying again in the car. He didn't want to be separated from his good friend at all. Little Qilin cried so hard and so sadly that he even moved Brother Long to shed a tear.

Brother Long felt his face a little itchy, and when he reached out to touch it, he found it was wet. Then he turned to look at his uncle who was squeezed in the middle, and tears flowed silently.

Chen Musheng was originally feeling both amused and helpless. Little Qilin had done this countless times. He was planning to laugh at his nephew, but when he turned around, he saw that his nephew's face was also covered in tears, which scared him.

I quickly hugged Brother Long and comforted him. I felt happy and sad at the same time. It was a good thing that the child could cry now. Did it mean that he would gradually have other expressions, learn to speak, and become like a normal child?

Qingyun didn't know about Brother Long's situation. What she cared about now was her business of making money (starting version). She didn't know when Chang Jin would be able to go to school, and what the situation of the book was like.

Qingyun is still quite worried, hoping that his business will not collapse halfway through.

The result of the matter came out very quickly. In the evening, when Feng Huayang came back and had dinner together, Wen Geyin said at the dinner table that she would take Chang Jin to handle the formalities next week. Professor Chen would write a recommendation letter for him and ask the professors in the Department of Literature to bring it to him when they teach their students.

"Let me know when the formalities are completed. I'll talk to the dean of their School of Arts and ask them to take good care of you." Feng Huayang took a sip of soup and said calmly.

Qingyun opened his eyes wide with envy, she was so amazing, she could take care of someone just by saying so, it turned out that her aunt was the backbone of Fufeng Fort.

"You can find a professor to help you with your book, and we can find a big publishing house to publish it." Wen Geyin said, and then looked at Qingyun and said, "Send Qingyun a signed copy of the author. Isn't Qingyun looking forward to it?"

"Yeah!" Qingyun nodded vigorously. There was a personal signature. She had never been able to get one in all these years, but she had her own personal signature. She was not envious, jealous, proud or complacent.

Chang Jin felt embarrassed and his cheeks turned red again. He mustered up his courage and said in a pitifully small voice: "Thank you, sister, thank you, Yin, and thank you, Mr. Fu."

"And thank you Qingyun." Qingyun emphasized with a puffed face.

Chang Jin smiled, and his voice returned to normal volume. "Thank you Qingyun, Qingyun is my mentor."

Qingyun pretended to be ignorant but proud, causing several people to chuckle.

After that day, everyone became busy. Qingyun had nothing to do every day but go to the kitchen to find some food and drive the car to patrol.

One day in April, Qingyun was observing the beans he had planted in the field, and also looking at how other people's bean sprouts were growing. He felt like he didn't know the answer, but had to refer to other people's answers.

Looking at his own bean sprouts, which seemed not as strong as others and had more weeds inside, Qingyun sighed slightly. Is this what they call "grass grows more but bean sprouts are sparse"?

"The young lady is here." He Gu glanced at Qingyun's vegetable garden and suppressed the smile on his face. They were originally planning to take care of the young lady's vegetable garden as well, but Mr. Wen didn't allow them to. Now seeing the young lady looking so pitiful and helpless is really cute and funny.

"Uncle He, is there anything wrong?" Qingyun moved closer to He Gu, trying to block his view of the vegetable field.

"The boss asked me to take you to the meeting room." He Gu remembered the important matter.

"Okay." Qingyun got on his bike and followed He Gu. He couldn't figure out why they were going to the conference room. Wasn't that the place where important matters were discussed?

Maybe I was too happy and really acted like a child. I didn’t know what was going on in my brain.

As soon as he entered the front office, Qingyun shivered with cold. Looking at the people rushing around, Qingyun couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

No way, aren't they curious when they see me? Is it because I'm too short that they can't see me?

The leaders of Fufeng Fort must be too strict! Qingyun muttered to himself, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

They soon arrived at the meeting room. He knocked on the door and waited until he heard a sound from inside before opening the door and stepping aside to let Qingyun in alone.

Qingyun walked in hesitantly. The three people at the long table turned their eyes to him at the same time. Qingyun felt vaguely that this might be some dangerous place. The big boss inside was particularly dazzling. He might lose his life today.

"Father, Aunt, Brother Ayin." Qingyun called them one by one, and saw whoever's expression relaxed would be able to protect her today, although she didn't know what big thing she had done to deserve to be brought here for a trial.

Fu Shengyu smiled faintly, seeing Qingyun's uneasiness, "Qingyun, sit down."

Qingyun walked to the chair obediently. She now understood Brother Ajin very well, but she couldn't sit on the chair.

"Don't scare Qingyun." Feng Huayang stood up and carried Qingyun to the chair next to her, then raised his hand and touched her head to comfort her.

"Ahem, after a unified decision by the top management of Fufeng Fort, Qingyun, you are now officially appointed as the leader of the Fufeng Fort inspection team." Fu Shengyu paused to give Qingyun some time to react.

"The inspection team is currently directly responsible to the Fufengbao board of directors. Its specific duties are to inspect the internal facilities, land use and construction conditions of Fufengbao."

Qingyun was confused by the two sentences. Wasn't she going to work at such a young age? Although other children might like to imitate, playing house, being an emperor, being Monkey King, etc., she thought it was just for fun and there was no need to do it for real.

"Qingyun, do you understand?" Wen Geyin looked at the confused Qingyun and laughed twice, explaining, "Qingyun likes to play around in Fufeng Fort. Now I want you to observe more and then write it down and tell us."

Qingyun finally understood after hearing this explanation. Isn't this what she does every day? It's simple.

"Okay."

After getting Qingyun's affirmative answer, Fu Shengyu immediately walked to Qingyun with the documents and pen in front of him.

"Come, Qingyun, sign the contract. If you sign the contract, you will get money every month and can buy delicious food and fun things."

Qingyun hesitated for a moment. Signing a contract was such a big deal. But then she thought, she was so young, how could it have any legal effect? ​​They were probably just trying to fool her.

So, under the eager gaze of three people, Qingyun crookedly wrote down the name he had just learned two days ago.

"Good!" Fu Shengyu was the first to applaud when he saw Qingyun put down his pen. Feng Huayang and Wen Geyin also applauded with a smile, which made Qingyun feel uneasy.