Chapter 19: The Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family Leaks Telepathy 19 New Story Started “Mom…

Chapter 19: The Wealthy Foster Daughter Leaks Her Thoughts 19

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Ding Jie never expected that just after giving Xu Ziyan his card, she would spend several million in one go!

As a secret love child only recognized two years ago, his assets were limited, and his available funds were even scarcer. Hiring actors, bribing people for favors, keeping up appearances at various events—everything required money, and his funds were meant for important purposes. Yet Xu Ziyan had splurged it all on leisure and luxury?!

Ding Jie immediately stepped out of the meeting to make a call.

Xu Ziyan was enjoying a slice of cake at a café when the call connected. Ding Jie’s tone was gentle but dripping with sarcasm: "Did you lose the card I gave you yesterday? You’ve made quite a few purchases today."

Xu Ziyan smiled faintly. "A lot? Not really. I just did some light shopping—everything I bought is for work. My own money is tied up in my investments, and I didn’t want to ask the family for funds, so I used your card instead. You’re not reluctant to spare this little money, are you?

Oh, and by the way, it was you who suggested I work at Fu Corporation. So it’s only right that you foot the bill."

"It’s not about reluctance. It’s just that other areas also require significant funding. Things like luxury cars and massage chairs aren’t exactly work essentials." Ding Jie took a deep breath, unsure what else to say.

When had their communication broken down like this? It always felt like they were talking in circles, and he always ended up trapped in her word games.

He tried to make sense of Xu Ziyan’s actions. Everything had started when he asked her to undermine the Fu family. Maybe she felt she had done so much for him and now expected compensation—if not girlfriend status, then at least money?

That was the only explanation he could think of. Otherwise, why would she treat him this way? She clearly liked him, didn’t she?

Then he heard Xu Ziyan’s surprised voice. "My previous car cost nine million. The new one I bought today was only seven—I even did you a favor. If my old sports car wasn’t too showy for work, I wouldn’t have switched to something more low-key. You wouldn’t expect me to downgrade, would you?

At home, I have staff waiting on me. At the office, everything feels uncomfortable—of course I need a massage chair. Oh, and I also plan to bring coffee and cakes for the executive office. It’s my first day—I need to break the ice for smoother work later.

Besides, right after joining the company, I took Lin Xiaoyun under my wing to let her spend time with my Big Brother. He was so pleased he even gave her a bonus. I’m going all out for you, and you’re questioning me over a little money?"

Ding Jie was left speechless, his head buzzing. There was no reasoning with Xu Ziyan anymore. At least she was still helping him, though.

He backtracked. "Actually, I was worried you might be upset and doing some retail therapy. I just wanted to check in. If that’s not the case, then it’s fine. I’ll go back to the meeting. Feel free to buy whatever you need."

He hung up before she could rattle off more nonsense. A figure suddenly flashed in his mind—the girl who had once helped him, Bai Qingqing.

If it were her, she wouldn’t be as spoiled, willful, or incomprehensible as Xu Ziyan. She would surely be considerate and thoughtful toward him.

Exhausted, Ding Jie rubbed his neck and returned to the meeting under his father’s disapproving gaze. Soon, more spending alerts flooded in—Xu Ziyan had bought piles of food, including several bottles of wine and champagne priced at tens of thousands per bottle.

He turned off notifications. Out of sight, out of mind. He’d just treat this as commission for Xu Ziyan.

Meanwhile, Xu Ziyan heard System 001 announce: "Congratulations, Host! Mission accomplished: Demand commission from Ding Jie. Reward: 1 skill point added to Luck!"

Listening to 001’s cheerful voice, she smirked. Another workaround found.

In the original plot, the protagonist had angrily confronted Ding Jie after their fallout, blurting out that even hired help deserved payment—Lin Xiaoyun and Li Dong got theirs, so why was she being used for free? Ding Jie had then tossed her some money as "commission," further devastating her.

Now, though the circumstances were different, Xu Ziyan had passed off her spending as reimbursement, and Ding Jie interpreted it as demanding commission—thus completing the mission early.

Excited, she mused, "At this rate, my storyline with Ding Jie will wrap up soon. But there’s still slapping Bai Qingqing, ruining her job, and getting killed by Ding Jie’s men... Ugh, no no no."

With a shudder, she dismissed the thought and packed some house specialties from a restaurant to bring back for lunch with her CEO brother.

Fu Qixuan pointed at her newly arranged massage chair and snack cabinet. "You bought all this? I had someone set it up for you. Does it meet your standards?"

Xu Ziyan tried out the massage chair, closing her eyes in contentment. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

*Why is Stingy Brother so agreeable today? No lecture about my impulse buys, even helped set them up? Has the sun risen from the west? Did love fry his brain?*

Fu Qixuan’s face darkened. Whose brain was fried? Who was in love? Kindness seemed lost on her.

*But whatever. A brother who transfers money is a good brother!*

She eagerly unpacked the food. "Big Brother, this place is famous for its dishes. Dig in while it’s hot. Work matters, but so does your stomach."

That reminded him. "Why did you buy medicine too? Are you unwell?"

Xu Ziyan shook her head. "Basic office must-haves—stomach pills, painkillers, stress relievers, energy boosters, heatstroke prevention, etc. You never know when you’ll need them. If the clinic is closed, having them on hand saves trouble."

She paused mid-bite. *Wait, 001, I don’t actually need these. If I’m sick, I can just go to the hospital or rest at home. I’m not a wage slave anymore. Look, Big Brother doesn’t stock these—he just calls his assistant.

And I don’t have to rush meals now. I can eat slowly or dine out anytime. No need to hurry back to work. Force of habit.*

Fu Qixuan was also hit by a realization. His family had told him Xu Ziyan died from overwork in her past life—grinding away alone, saving for a home, nearly promoted before her death. She’d been the hardworking, smart employee every boss loved.

Yet her ending had been tragic, with no enjoyment, only pushed into the role of villainess.

Truth be told, since her arrival, she’d consistently helped the Fu family.

Without realizing it, Fu Qixuan had come to accept the concepts of "transmigration" and "private thoughts." He placed a chicken thigh in her bowl. "You’re very thorough. We’ll hire more staff for the company clinic—shift rotations so employees can access care anytime."

Xu Ziyan smiled genuinely. "Thanks, Big Brother."

Grateful for his improved attitude and empathy toward workers, she had an idea. "How about letting me handle employee benefits? I’ll gather feedback to make work more comfortable and efficient."

Fu Qixuan nodded. "Fine. I’ll assign two assistants this afternoon. Any preferences?"

"Tall, handsome, great physique—over 185cm," she blurted.

His expression cracked. "What?"

Xu Ziyan grinned. "Since you’re picking elites anyway, might as well choose eye-pleasers. Happy mood, better work."

*Two great pleasures in life: wealth and beauty. Even his assistant Lin is pretty.*

Though exasperated, Fu Qixuan agreed, warning, "Keep it professional. No office romance or rumors about the Fu family’s second daughter abusing power. Understood?"

"Got it." She nodded repeatedly. *So chatty today—lecturing during lunch? Didn’t peg him for a motherly type.*

The newly dubbed "Mother-hen CEO" finally fell silent.

After lunch, Xu Ziyan received a call from Ding Yao. Now business partners of sorts in their entertainment venture, he contacted her directly—no more intermediaries like Yang Anni.

His tone was a mix of frustration and excitement. "Where are you?"

"Fu Corp., working. Come here if you need me."

"Working?!" Ding Yao was gobsmacked. "You couldn’t even be bothered with our company’s decor plans, but you’re punching in elsewhere?"

"What’s strange about that? I’m still in college—internship required. Big Brother’s personally training me in the CEO’s office. Just give my name at reception." She efficiently handled it, already working on benefit ideas and unwilling to waste time.

After she hung up, Fu Qixuan asked, "You’re close with Ding Yao?"

"Yep. His girlfriend’s my bestie now. We’re co-investing in Anni’s films and shows, plus launched an entertainment firm." She added, "Of course, they do the work—I’m just the silent partner."

"Don’t think I’m coasting at home while hustling elsewhere."

Fu Qixuan didn't think that way. He just felt he had missed a lot during this business trip. The original Xu Ziyan was entangled in a murky relationship with Ding Jie and helped him harm the Fu family, but now the new Xu Ziyan was actually on good terms with Ding Yao.

From what he knew, Ding Jie had orchestrated Ding Yao's removal from the company, clearly competing for the heir position. Yet Ding Yao was now collaborating with Xu Ziyan. Given this, Fu Qixuan could leverage this connection to adjust his plans against the Ding family.

Both were major corporations, and an all-out battle would bleed both companies dry. But facilitating a power transfer within the Ding family would be far more feasible. If the Ding family could fall into Ding Yao's hands, the long-standing feud between the Fu and Ding families could finally be resolved. If they could even form a powerful alliance in the future, it could take their companies to new heights.

A rough plan gradually took shape in Fu Qixuan's mind—he only needed to wait for Ding Yao's arrival to discuss it in detail.

When Ding Yao stood at the entrance of the Fu Corporation building, a sense of surrealism gripped him. Had he really just walked into his archrival's company?