Wen Ning had barely enjoyed a moment of peace.
Feng Dema came back again, leaning against the side as though he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to begin.
Wen Ning was still checking the accounts. He turned a page without looking up.
"If you've got a question, ask. What are you, a walking book of questions?"
Feng Dema rubbed his hands together.
"Boss, why didn't you tell Fang Qingqin about Wang Jin?"
Wen Ning's pen paused, then continued moving.
"Why would I tell her?"
"So she'd know he was her real father."
Wen Ning put down his pen and looked up at Feng Dema.
"Do you think she could handle knowing something like that? She was abducted at six. Her father searched for her for over a decade, then got mistaken for a kidnapper and beaten to death. His soul stayed in that ruined temple, watching over her as she grew up. If you told her all that, would she ever sleep peacefully again? It would weigh on her for the rest of her life."
Feng Dema opened his mouth to say something, then swallowed it back.
Wen Ning closed the ledger.
"She's doing well now. There's nothing troubling her, and she can get on with her life. When Wang Jin left, he never asked to be acknowledged as her father. He just wanted to see her once. He saw her, he left, and that was that. Why drag her into it again?"
Feng Dema stood there thinking for a while, then nodded.
"That's true. Then we won't tell her."
"We won't."
Lu Ming poked his head out from the back, glanced at them both, and chimed in.
"Dema, keep your mouth shut. Don't get carried away one day and let it slip."
Feng Dema's neck