"I always said, Lian Qingqing doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to him." Tang Yue was not surprised at all; after learning about the blood type issue, she had her suspicions, and now they were simply confirmed.
Meng Siyu kept Lian Qingyang’s matter a secret, even more so the fact that Lian Qingqing is actually the biological daughter of Xiang Yazhi, along with the reality that Lian Qingqing’s biological father was someone else. All these things, Meng Siyu kept from Tang Yue to spare her from feeling upset.
Tang Yue valued Lian Qingyang, always treating him like a real younger brother, but knowing that this ’younger brother’ had no blood relation to her would certainly cause some heartache.
"You’re aware of these things now, and that’s enough. Don’t overwork yourself; go to bed early at night and no staying up late," Meng Siyu ordered sternly. He often used to see Tang Yue falling asleep while drawing, or not going to bed until 11 or 12 o’clock.
Whenever the two of them were together, Meng Siyu made sure they went to bed early, but when they were apart, with distance between them, even if Meng Siyu had the inclination, he was powerless to enforce it; he could only hope his stern reminders would have some effect, though clearly, they were of little consequence.
"Got it," answered Tang Yue, sounding a bit guilty.
It was getting late, and though Meng Siyu wanted to say more, the time didn’t permit it. Unknowingly, their international call had already lasted over ten minutes.
"Wife, remember to miss me," Meng Siyu reminded her.
"You should be saying, ’I miss you a lot,’" Tang Yue said with a giggle. Glancing at the time, she added, "It’s getting late. I should go to my class now. You should go to bed early."
"Alright."
Meng Siyu waited until Tang Yue on the other end had hung up the phone. Only when he heard the beeping sound did he reluctantly end the call.
He turned off the lights in his office and closed the door.
In the pitch-dark corridor, only the moonlight guided the way. In this office building, only Meng Siyu stood in the long hallway, his long shadow strewn by the moonlight below.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound was that of leather shoes tapping on the floor, his solitary figure looking somewhat lonely.
...
"Sister Xiao Yue, my computer sales are doing really well, you have no idea. In just three months, I’ve sold three hundred computers," Lian Qingyang excitedly reported the good news to Tang Yue. From forty computers in the first month, to one hundred in the second, and up to one hundred and sixty in the third month, the speed of sales was incredibly fast, growing almost exponentially.
These computers were sold not by relying on the Lian Family, but on his own, through salespeople he hired, one by one.
Three hundred computers, sold at ten thousand yuan each, that’s a turnover of three million. When it comes to profit margin, it was a little thin. Plus, considering the one hundred million or so Lian Qingyang initially invested in the game, after carefully calculating, these three months hadn’t even recouped the capital cost.
Especially with the game, not a single penny had been earned yet, only from the profit of selling computers.
But this was very encouraging for Lian Qingyang.
Because the number of computers sold each month was increasing, it was an affirmation for Lian Qingyang.
"Qingyang, in the future, you could be selling three thousand, even thirty thousand computers a month," Tang Yue said with a smile, thinking of how large the Huaxia market was.
Now it was the early 1990s, those who buy computers are wealthy people.
But in Jing City, the former residence of the Son of Heaven, the capital of Huaxia, what is never lacking is wealthy people.

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