Chapter 182 - Teach Me More, Master

Feng Xuan almost jumped in joy when Qing Chen entered the front door. Correction, it was not almost. She really did jump on him. Qing Chen backed away in surprise. "Woah."

"Here it is!" she handed him a matted golden folder. "It's our company."

"Okay," Qing Chen answered and they started walking to the kitchen. He opened the folder. "YOUNG," he read the nice thin script at the top of the page.

"It's just an idea, it's still changeable," Feng Xuan said like she was already anticipating this kind of reaction. "Wang Yimin thought it would be a nice tribute to our family. You know, the Yangs."

"I'm just thinking, it would be harder to tap into the other audiences if you're going to box yourself with the name brand."

Feng Xuan fixed him a plate. "Then we're just going to market it with something along the lines of… 'you're only as young as you feel you are'." She shrugged. "It's a work in progress but most of the details that could be needed for a presentation is already laid out there. Wang Yimin was already building her portfolio that she could include in it."

Qing Chen flipped through the pages, his brain immediately computing the risks and opportunities that came along with the numbers on the pages. As they were aiming for the same audience, the market research was almost the same with what he had seen this afternoon at the stockholder's meeting.

Feng Xuan sat down next to him and they started eating. "What do you think?" she asked before slurping soup.

"I think your report looks great. You're aiming to be an expensive brand but just a tiny bit more affordable than the known brands, right?"

"We want to make it a household name. Maybe we'll even go international."

His mind was still running, thinking about the costs and how much investment it was to start producing the items. The difference with Feng Xuan and Da Xia's report was that in YOUNG… "Your items would be limited in stock?"

Feng Xuan pouted. "I know it's going to be a pain in manufacturing and it would cost more." Her face brightened. "But if you think about it, people will be in a rush to get that design because they know they might not get that garment ever again. It will be off the shelf in a second!"

Qing Chen found himself smiling at Feng Xuan's excitement. "You proposed it like a good businesswoman."

She returned his smile. "I still have a lot to learn. Teach me more, Master."

Qing Chen laughed. "You look like you're headed in the right direction."

"Speaking of direction," she said. "What do you think Father-in-Law will say about this?"

Qing Chen almost choked. "I thought you were going to build that company?"

"We are, with the help of yours."

His throat felt tight. "Good news and bad news of the day. Bad news is that, Da Xia already beat you to it. The shareholders chose to give her a chance and a small budget. Mother Dai got to my father and he said yes."

"That's okay," Feng Xuan answered. "I'll go to grandfather instead. We'll bait him with the use of his wife. And the good news?"

Qing Chen felt his lips smiling again. "If Da Xia fails, she and her family would be good as gone at The Kingly. When they're gone, I'll buy that stock and share it with you. So you'll have a seat."

"IF she fails." Feng Xuan opened the fridge and took out small cups of ice cream. She handed Qing Chen one.

"She WILL fail," he answered, taking a small scoop. "She and Dai Fang are joining forces to run that company."

Feng Xuan's eyes sparkled. "Are you suggesting an alliance?"

"When was I never on your side?" he asked. "I'll show you the report she made."

After dinner, Qing Chen had given her the copy of the report. When he got out of the bathroom, Feng Xuan was at the bed reading it, her hair still wet from shower. He sat behind her and put her in between his legs and he toweled her hair.

"I am not even surprised she chose an Italian name," Feng Xuan commented. "Rosa Chiaro." The first word was in a loose cursive and the second was a script below.

"It's her favorite color. Light pink," Qing Chen recalled.

"It's really detailed." Feng Xuan was honestly impressed. "The fashion side, I mean. But the money side could do better."

"She had been planning that since she was twelve. She's obsessed with that company."

"It would suck that it would come crashing down soon enough," Feng Xuan said and leaned against Qing Chen's chest. "She'd still be able to build something in another place, right?"

"I'm pretty sure her family would have enough money left to wipe all the records about their destruction when the time comes. She could still start anew. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just not a fan of women tearing each other down. But then again, I need her out of this city. That's why I want to destroy her as humanely as I can." She closed the report. "We're going to have fun with this, right?"

"Why do you look unsure?" he finger-combed her hair. It was all dry.

"Because I am just looking for someone to fight with. I need The Zookeeper."

"Qing Lok's working really hard with catching them. They're innovating something new everyday in the house. Surely they would find a way."

She sucked her cheeks in for a second. "I just don't think Da Xia would be a good opponent."

"Believe me, she would have a few tricks up her sleeve. I ought to know, she sometimes got us out of some sticky situations."

Feng Xuan nodded, feeling a little thrilled in her chest. "Okay, I'll take your word for it."

Qing Chen trailed his finger on her cheek. "Let's end their legacy."`