Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 401 Xiao Hei and Old Jin (7)

Chapter 401: Chapter 401 Xiao Hei and Old Jin (7)

"Meow!~" Old Jin howled furiously, his cries piercing the air.

Stinky man! Meowing the heck! You actually won’t let me eat!

Seeing Old Jin enraged, Xiao Hei couldn’t help but reach out a paw to poke him.

Woof!~ That man is too strong, we can’t beat him. Just agree for now, and we’ll see how things go later on.

Old Jin, with a face as if smeared with excrement, resignedly nodded at the composed Gu Yelin.

Watching the interaction between the man, the cat, and the dog before her, An Yiqing could only helplessly hold her forehead. She had a premonition that her home would surely be a chaotic scene in the future.

...

The day after she emerged from the space, An Yiqing went straight to the medicinal fields.

The Slimming Pill and Beauty Serum, which were originally planned to be released in mid-January, had been temporarily shelved by Xing Bin and others due to An Yiqing’s disappearance.

The moment An Yiqing arrived on the scene today, she was immediately surrounded by Xing Bin and a group of research staff.

"Oh dear, my precious! You finally show up!" Xing Bin slapped his thigh, his face wrinkling like a chrysanthemum, "Today is already January 25th, there are only twenty days left until the New Year. Miss, the press conference that was originally scheduled for the 16th has been delayed by a whole nine days. If we keep pushing it back, I reckon the media journalists will have complaints."

Xing Bin’s concerns were not unfounded. Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals had no reputation whatsoever. No one knew that the company belonged to An Yiqing. The press conference was originally scheduled for the 16th, and journalists from the media had been fully notified, but it was abruptly postponed. This situation was not good for Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals.

"It’s okay, I have it under control," An Yiqing said with a faint smile, flipping through recent documents and speedily scanning them, "Spread the word, the press conference will be held the day after tomorrow. As for the media, it’s just a matter of money. Instruct them to double the red envelopes, and keep throwing money until they are satisfied."

Xing Bin was taken aback, stammering out, "Miss, the red envelopes we originally planned were twenty thousand for each journalist, which is already a high price!"

An Yiqing closed the file, her smile brimming with confidence, "Don’t worry, no matter how much money they take, Xuanjin Pharmaceuticals will definitely get a corresponding return."

After a busy day in the medicinal fields, An Yiqing had everything about the press conference sorted out. Then, carrying several beautifully crafted brocade boxes, she headed back to the An Family Villa.

At the An Family Villa, after dinner, everyone sat in the living room chatting and relaxing. Xiao Hei and Old Jin each occupied a sofa, watching TV along with everyone else.

"Niuniu, where have you been busy all day? Grandma didn’t see you at all," Old Lady An said to An Yiqing, discontentedly.

The girl smiled slightly, her eyes filled with sweetness as she said in a tender voice, "Grandma, I had to go make money. Once I make money, I can buy some delicious food for you and Grandpa in the future."

An Yiqing’s girlish, coy demeanor set everyone laughing heartily.

Old Lady An affectionately tapped her on the forehead, saying with tenderness, "My precious granddaughter, Grandma doesn’t need you to earn money. If you wear yourself out, Grandma would be heartbroken!"

"That’s right, little sister, leave the money-making to big brother; you don’t need to worry about it," An Zhihang said as he pushed up his glasses and looked at An Yiqing, then nodded towards Gu Yelin, with whom he was playing chess, "Little sister, your prospective husband here is a wealthy man. The money you make isn’t even enough to match the loose change in Lao San’s bank account. Hey Lao San, can you really bear to see Niuniu work so hard?"

Gu Yelin looked up, glanced at the mischievously smiling An Zhihang, and said frostily, "As long as Tutu is happy. I respect her wishes."

An Zhihang, finding no amusement there, scorned with a glance at Gu Yelin. Henpecked husband!