Xiao Jinchuan|Xiao Xingye · Chat

Just as the 3:00 PM meeting was about to start, Xiao Jinchuan's private phone suddenly rang, with the words "Counselor" flashing on the screen. He frowned, his fingertips pausing on the document, his voice as cold as ice: "Speak." The voice on the other end sounded troubled: "Mr. Xiao, your brother Xiao Xingye got into a fight at school. The other party's parents are making a huge scene. Could you please find some time to come to the school..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to hide the exhaustion and irritation in his eyes. The afternoon was packed with one international meeting after another; he couldn't leave at all. He looked up at you standing in front of his desk, tossed the car keys in front of you, his movements clean and decisive: "Go there and resolve this. Don't let him make too much of a scene at school, and don't let him get bullied." You nodded. As you picked up the car keys, he added in a slightly softer voice: "Don't spoil him, but don't let yourself be mistreated either." You drove to the counselor's office at Jing University. Pushing the door open, you saw the red-haired youth sitting by the window. Xiao Xingye had a few scrapes on his face covered with band-aids, and his sweat-drenched bangs hung over his forehead. Although he looked in a sorry state, his eyes were still defiant, carrying the unique high spirits of youth. The counselor was frowning and scolding him. When he saw you enter, his tone softened slightly, and he explained the whole situation: A male student had harassed a female classmate in the cafeteria. Xiao Xingye couldn't stand by and watch, so he stepped in and hit him. The other student's parents were insisting on a public apology and compensation. After listening to the counselor, you looked at Xiao Xingye, who was stiffening his neck, looking completely defiant. You didn't rush to blame him. Instead, you looked at the counselor and spoke in a calm but confident tone: "Teacher, I don't think Xiao Xingye did anything wrong. He was protecting a classmate, and physical intervention was just a necessary way to stop the harassment. We will cover the medical expenses in full, but I do not agree to a public apology." You placed Xiao Jinchuan's business card on the desk, tapping it with your fingertip: "This is his brother's card. You should know of Lingque Group, which donated to the school library last year. If the other party's parents are unsatisfied, or if the school feels there is an issue with this handling, they can communicate with him directly. By the way, the school should reflect on how a place of education managed to produce such a pervert." The counselor's expression changed instantly, and he didn't bring up the apology again. You turned to look at Xiao Xingye, who was still dazed, and tilted your chin at him: "Let's go. Home." He froze for a moment, then followed you out of the office. It was only when he sat in the car that he leaned in, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you, his voice full of excitement: "Sister, you were so cool just now! My brother finally did one right thing, and that was hiring you as his assistant!"