Chapter 8: Chapter Eight: Father Jiang's Calculations

He glanced in the rearview mirror and finally saw that the CEO was holding a tube of ointment. Suddenly meeting the man's cold gaze, he shivered and quickly turned his head back, muttering, "Sorry, sorry, my hand slipped just now."

Although Lena Roxanne felt a bit embarrassed, seeing the insistence from the uncle, she obediently extended her little foot, placing it on the man's expensive suit trousers.

Holding the girl's delicate, fair foot in his hand, its smoothness like silk, as if it might slip out of his grasp at any moment, the man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he concentrated on carefully applying the ointment to her wound.

The man's palm was slightly cool, and with the slight sting from the wound, Lena Roxanne couldn't help but shiver, accidentally giving a light kick somewhere.

"Uh..."

A muffled sound escaped Emmanuel Wright's lips, a mix of pain and pleasure, and his grip on Lena Roxanne's ankle tightened.

"Uncle, did I hurt you?" Lena Roxanne was startled and tried to pull her foot back.

"It's nothing." The man's voice was a bit hoarse, holding her still as he finished applying the ointment and then put a band-aid on the wound.

"Thank you, Uncle~" The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling with warmth.

Lena Roxanne felt a warm, fuzzy feeling, like being soaked in warm water, both sour and swelling. Although the orphanage director was kind to her, there were so many children, and minor bumps and bruises were inevitable. This was the first time someone had been so concerned about her injuries.

"You're welcome." Emmanuel Wright wiped his hands with a wet wipe and ruffled the girl's hair.

He detoured to buy a pair of flip-flops for Lena Roxanne, and after they ate together, he sent her home.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the Jiang couple sitting side by side on the sofa, the scene exactly the same as when they had confronted her before.

However, this time, both of them had smiles on their faces, and Song Meixin greeted her warmly, "Miao Miao, you're back."

Lena Roxanne felt a bit uncomfortable; in the year since she returned, this was the first time they had smiled at her. But she knew it was only because of the uncle.

So she just gave a noncommittal "Hmm" and turned to go to her room.

Seeing her indifferent response, Song Meixin's face twisted in anger for a moment, but she forced a smile and pulled Lena Roxanne to sit on the sofa.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Come and talk to your parents."

"Miao Miao, how did you meet President?"

After Song Meixin asked this, Grace Roxanne, who was pretending to read a book beside her, perked up her ears.

"I helped him on the day I went to a matchmaking event, and he offered me a part-time job. Who knew he was the President you've been talking about all along."

Worried that they might try to use her to gain benefits from the uncle, Lena Roxanne deliberately made their relationship sound distant.

They met on the day of the matchmaking event! Grace Roxanne regretted it bitterly. If she had known she would meet the famous President and even get a favor from him, she would have gone to the event herself.

"So, about this investment..."

Song Meixin was about to ask more, but Lena Roxanne lost patience and simply said, "How would I know what the boss is thinking?"

Finally, Orlando Roxanne stepped in to smooth things over, "In any case, we owe it to Miao Miao this time. If you want anything, tell your father."

Orlando Roxanne was an old fox. He had clearly seen the interaction between President and Lena Roxanne and thought President must have some interest in his daughter. So, he figured if he could please this child, maybe he could get President to invest tens of millions in the future.

Lena Roxanne didn't believe Orlando Roxanne would suddenly be so kind, but since he was being so proactive... She rolled her eyes and tentatively said, "The place I live in is too small. I want to combine my room with the one next door."

Orlando Roxanne was surprised. He didn't expect her wish to be so simple. If it were Shiluo, she would have asked for a car. So, he readily agreed.

"Sure, I'll find someone to do it tomorrow."

He added, "By the way, find time to attend a etiquette class and learn an instrument. You don't want to embarrass yourself in high society."

He should re-evaluate the value of this daughter and start grooming her.

"Thank you, Dad."

After Orlando Roxanne left for his study, Grace Roxanne, seeing her father being so nice to Lena Roxanne, stomped off in a huff.

Once they were gone, Lena Roxanne quickly reached out to Song Meixin.

"What do you want?" Seeing Orlando Roxanne starting to pay attention to Lena Roxanne, Song Meixin's expression became complicated.

"If Mom doesn't give me money, how can I take etiquette classes or learn an instrument? Should I ask Dad instead?" Lena Roxanne smiled slyly like a little fox.

Although reluctant, Song Meixin, remembering Orlando Roxanne's words, transferred 5,000 yuan to her. But Lena Roxanne wasn't satisfied yet.

"Classes these days are so expensive. 5,000 yuan is only enough for one subject. I think I'll go ask Dad."

As Lena Roxanne turned to go upstairs, Song Meixin, fearing Orlando Roxanne's scolding, quickly transferred another 5,000 yuan.

"Is this enough, you little extortionist!" Song Meixin said angrily.

She noticed that since the last time they tried to arrange a marriage for Lena Roxanne, she had changed. Previously quiet, she had suddenly become difficult to deal with.

Fearing she might ask for more, the woman quickly left.

"Hahaha..."

Watching the woman almost flee, Lena Roxanne laughed until tears welled up in her eyes.

Though 10,000 yuan was just a week's allowance for Grace Roxanne, getting money from the stingy Song Meixin was quite an achievement.

The next day, Lena Roxanne packed up her things and temporarily stored them in another servant's room, and the construction team arrived.

"Miss Roxanne, where should we move the original laundry room to?" the foreman asked Lena Roxanne.

The girl rested her chin in her hand, pondering for a moment, "Let's put it in the second room on the third floor."

That room, Grace Roxanne claimed, was her gym, but it only had a yoga mat, and she rarely used it.

"Got it."

The workers went to the third floor to start work.

In the afternoon, Grace Roxanne came back from outside, looking exhausted but with a flush on her cheeks and slightly swollen lips.

She walked past Lena Roxanne in the living room as if she hadn't seen her. Since the last banquet, she no longer bothered to maintain a facade of peace with Lena Roxanne, and Lena Roxanne was fine with that.

The sun was shining through the window, and Grace Roxanne wanted to take a nice nap, but just as she was about to fall asleep, a loud rumbling noise woke her up.

"What the hell?"

Grace Roxanne opened her door and saw Aunt Li coming out of the room next to hers, carrying a pile of freshly dried clothes.