Chapter 12: Fourth Uncle, How About Adding Me on WeChat?

“Hmm, Fourth Uncle,” the young girl’s soft, sweet voice carried a hint of drowsiness, languid and gentle, like a feather brushing against Li Beitian’s heart.

In the Li Corporation headquarters, Li Beitian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor. The myriad city lights outside reflected on his slightly weary face. His voice was unexpectedly tender. “What time is it? Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Though it sounded like a mild reproach, there was genuine concern beneath it. Nan Xing turned over and pressed her ear against the phone. Her soft voice pierced the quiet air. “Waiting for you.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. Nan Xing grew restless. “Fourth Uncle, don’t you use WeChat?”

Li Beitian replied, “Not often.”

“Oh,” Nan Xing raised her eyebrows and propped herself up in bed. “I thought you didn’t have WeChat.”

“Hmm?”

After a moment’s thought, Nan Xing said, “You promised to send me some clothes. Why not add me on WeChat? It would be easier to communicate.”

“Then you add me.”

Li Beitian’s response was straightforward. A clear smile appeared on Nan Xing’s face as she tapped on the screen and entered his original phone number.

This time, his WeChat account appeared.

So, Li Beitian had set privacy restrictions.

No wonder he couldn’t be found when she first tried to add him.

“Fourth Uncle, please approve the request.”

Nan Xing’s cheerful voice came through the phone. A faint smile curved Li Beitian’s lips as he accepted.

Afterward, he went into WeChat’s settings and disabled all the options that allowed others to add him.

Once the friend request was accepted, Nan Xing glanced at the time. It was already late. Knowing Li Beitian had been busy all day, she suppressed her excitement. “Then you rest early, Fourth Uncle. Talk tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, in the Li Corporation headquarters, just after hanging up, Li Beitian turned to face Qi Zheng’s anxious expression.

“Fourth Lord, I was wrong... I truly apologize.”

Li Beitian stepped to his executive chair, picked up the jacket draped over its back, and slung it over his arm. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at Qi Zheng a short distance away. “Where exactly did you go wrong?”

With no way to hide the truth now, Qi Zheng confessed nervously, “It was my carelessness that led to the contact list being hijacked. Fourth Lord, your personal number was in my contacts. It’s possible someone with ill intent stole it.”

As the dominant figure in Beixin City, Li Beitian held immense influence. Many scrambled to get close to him, which was why he guarded his privacy so fiercely.

Because of one careless moment, Qi Zheng had thrust his master into the spotlight.

Ashamed beyond words, Qi Zheng hung his head dejectedly. “Fourth Lord, you can punish me however you want. But rest assured, I will find that bastard who stole my contacts and make him pay!”

How dare someone cause trouble on his turf without considering who stood behind him!

As the saying goes, when hitting a dog, you must consider its master.

Better not let him find out who it is. If he does, he’ll toss that person into the sea to feed the fish.

“No need to investigate further.”

Just as Qi Zheng’s righteous anger swelled, Li Beitian’s deep, calm voice rang out abruptly.

“Huh?” Qi Zheng was bewildered, looking at Li Beitian with confusion, almost frozen by his piercing gaze.

What did Fourth Lord mean just now? No investigation?

Did that mean Fourth Lord already knew who it was?

And he wasn’t even angry?

Qi Zheng’s mind was in turmoil, curiosity growing stronger.

“If it happens again, you can go mine in Africa.”

With that, Li Beitian left the office, leaving Qi Zheng alone, utterly dismayed.