Chapter 102: Is He Your Boyfriend
He thought for a moment, then transferred another sum of money to He Huanhuan.
He knew her well—when his sister saw a transfer come in, she'd accept it right away. Not accepting would drive her crazy.
But he waited, and waited, and the money never got picked up.
He drummed his fingers on the office desk, tapping until his knuckles were faintly flushed. His phone remained still.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood and headed out.
Downstairs, Wang Qiang had already received his beloved security uniform and was standing proudly at the company entrance.
Seeing Han Mo come out, the kid snapped a crisp salute: "President Han!"
Han Mo: ... This kid... did he drink from the same cup as Liang Ye in the underworld?
He grabbed Wang Qiang and started pulling him away, but Wang Qiang dug his heels in and resisted: "President Han, what are you doing? My onboarding is done—you can't back out now!"
Han Mo shoved him into the car: "I'm not backing out. You're coming with me on an outside job."
He needed to check on what He Huanhuan was doing, and Wang Qiang made the perfect excuse.
The car pulled up to the hotel. He called Gu Jinghan and asked, "Which room are Huanhuan and the girls staying in?"
Gu Jinghan: "Why are you asking? That's a young lady's privacy, you know?"
Han Mo: "I need to talk to her, but I can't reach her. Her phone's been busy."
The excuse was solid, so Gu Jinghan relented: "Thirteenth floor, the corner suite at the end. I haven't seen her leave all day, so she might just not be checking her phone."
He was He Huanhuan's second brother—nobody could take that away from him.
He didn't understand the urgency of being threatened in status.
Han Mo didn't hesitate. He took Wang Qiang straight into the hotel, rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor, and headed for the corner suite.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
The sound of knocking rang out. He Huanhuan said to the person on the video call, "Wait for me a second, I'm going to answer the door. Don't hang up, okay!"
Qi Meili, meanwhile, had her entire mind lost in the video—oh my god, there were so many handsome guys doing snorkeling!
She'd been mixing with the wrong crowd all along. Why had she been wasting her time as some edgy young punk?
She should've been a lifeguard at the beach!
The door opened, and He Huanhuan was stunned: "Han Mo! What are you doing here?"
Didn't he have a meeting this afternoon?
Han Mo's gaze silently swept across the room before landing on the phone Qi Meili was holding.
The screen was facing the doorway. Across a few meters, Han Mo spotted the man on the other side of the screen.
A handsome young man with gold-rimmed glasses, looking about twenty-six or twenty-seven, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Though he was speaking to Qi Meili, his eyes from behind the glasses were fixed directly on the doorway.
They locked eyes from a distance.
Han Mo quickly looked away and stepped closer to He Huanhuan: "I tried calling you, but your line was busy the whole time. I transferred you some money, but you didn't accept it. I got a little worried, so I came to check on you."
"Money?!"
He Huanhuan's eyes lit up instantly: "You transferred me money again!"
Oh! He was just too good!
She immediately turned around and threw herself onto the bed, opening her phone and exiting the video call. The message notifications popped up one after another—one, two, three, four, five zeros. Han Mo had sent her another hundred thousand!
Hehe, that's five more square meters toward her three-bedroom apartment.
In an instant, she was smiling so hard her eyes squinted shut.
On the other end of the video, Qi Yuan looked at the person on his screen, her face brimming with joy she couldn't contain.
His heart gave an involuntary lurch, and before he knew it, he asked the question he shouldn't have: "Is that... your boyfriend?"
He had only just met her, just an online conversation so far. Asking that was crossing a line.
But the way He Huanhuan looked at Han Mo was so familiar, and the two of them were so at ease with each other. He couldn't help but ask.
He didn't even know what answer he wanted to hear.
Yes, he's my boyfriend.
Or, no, I'm currently single.
As these thoughts churned, he realized with shock that he was hoping for the denial.
Hoping she was single.
Had he really... fallen for this girl he'd never met in person?
But how was that possible?
He had been clever since childhood, and his model for love had always been his parents—
A quiet devotion, love growing over time.
He'd always believed love was an illusory thing, something pure fiction dreamed up by literature.
It was through grinding together, getting along, talking and sharing every little detail—feelings nurtured by years and time—that made real love.
So how could he like a girl he'd only video-called twice?
He didn't even know a thing about her.
All he knew was that she showed up bright and sunny, a person whose eyes held endless laughter.
Beyond that, nothing.
In mere moments, these thoughts swirled wildly in his head.
But on the other end of the video, He Huanhuan had no idea. She just figured Qi Yuan was being nosy.
She smiled cheerfully and replied, "He's far from being my boyfriend! For now, he's just a rather thick-skinned suitor~"
Her tone was filled with affection she couldn't hide, and Han Mo's lips couldn't help but curl up.
If that wasn't a public announcement of sorts, what was?
He knocked on the door and asked He Huanhuan, "Do you have a minute now? I need to talk to you about something."
He Huanhuan instantly shoved the phone into Qi Meili's hands: "Of course I do!"
Her face vanished from the screen, and Qi Meili eagerly urged Dr. Qi: "Turn the camera around again! I just spotted a golden-haired hottie—his nose is so sharp, and his abs are fabulous..."
He Huanhuan bounced over to the door, grinning, and asked Han Mo, "What's up?"
Han Mo pulled Wang Qiang over beside him: "He doesn't want to be a driver, insists on being a security guard at the company."
"...... And then?"
He Huanhuan stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for the rest.
Han Mo shook his head: "There is no 'then'... I tried to convince him, but he wouldn't listen. Thought I'd bring him here so you could talk some sense into him."
He Huanhuan and Wang Qiang exchanged glances, both utterly confused.
He Huanhuan asked, "Why should I convince him?"
Wang Qiang nodded frantically—yeah! Why?
A security guard job making eight thousand a month, off on weekends? That's an amazing job, right?
Han Mo: ......
His original plan was to make Wang Qiang his driver first. Once he adjusted, Han Mo would arrange a suitable school to send him to for further studies. Then he could bring him back into the company for a proper position.
Wang Qiang didn't get it: "But I'm already working at the company right now?"
Why go around in circles? It was still just working a job.
Wasn't being a security guard working, too?
......
Han Mo sighed in frustration: "Security doesn't have much room to grow. You've got to think about your future."
Wang Qiang was even more confused: "The company has a dorm and a cafeteria—room and board included. I can save seven thousand five hundred a month, which is ninety thousand a year. After a few years, I can buy a place. What else do I need to think about?"
A man's whole life, isn't it all about getting a place and a car?
Once he saved up for a few years, bought himself an apartment and a car, he'd be a certified winner in life. Why chase anything more?
He Huanhuan gave him a thumbs up: "Well said! I'll send you a neighborhood name later—buy your place in the same community as me, and we'll be neighbors, alright."
Han Mo: ...... How was it that everything he said actually sounded kind of convincing?