Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 651: Family night

At last, Ling Qingyu showed the badge of Spirit Fox to get through and avoid worsening the situation.

It turned out the reason the police were so nervous was due to a big fight between two groups of people, likely some small gangs.

Although Spirit Fox aimed to eliminate all the gangs entirely, achieving such results was still impossible—even with cheats—without a sufficient period of time.

Some spillovers needed time and consolidation. Yang Qingyue would have to further rectify and solidify law enforcement control.

Even if the governor seemed to be on her side, who knew what he and his allies were conspiring behind the scenes to destabilize the region?

Well, Gu Yi's pressure might have quelled the governor's faction, but there were still enemies.

Like her mother-in-law had warned before—it seemed that because Yang Qingyue was a tough nut to crack, their focus had shifted toward her instead.

Anyway, Ling Qingyu could understand the police's extreme vigilance, given the ongoing tit-for-tats.

Province N had transformed, without a doubt. A few firecrackers here and there still existed.

Leaving behind the mess, Ling Qingyu finally managed to drive back to her residence. Sofia, on the other hand, never ceased teasing her.

After all, she was the sole culprit behind heightening everyone's fear—cigarettes, the convoy, and her aura.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Qingyu's manor. In the courtyard with ample space. Under the starry sky.

"Yu'er, roll it carefully. Why are you struggling with a simple spring roll?" Amorette said, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, your daughter has talents in other areas, so some skills will deteriorate over time," Denise joked.

"You two shouldn't put too much pressure on the girl. Everyone has their own weaknesses sometimes," said Zhao Xiurong's mother.

"Haha, so even you have these moments, Qingyu," laughed Gu Yi. "A pity my hands are tied, or I'd take a proper picture."

"Yeah, fortunately, we just asked her to make a spring roll, not dumplings. Otherwise, we'd be eating jelly right now," added Ling Qingyu's mother.

"Look at Yue'er, Ziyi, Xiurong, and Little Qingyue—they accomplished the task brilliantly," Denise said.

The four elders mocked Ling Qingyu mercilessly as they exchanged joyful banter.

They gathered around the bonfire, grilling delicious barbecue for everyone to eat. The courtyard had been cleaned early in the morning for the event.

Of course, Gu Yi was asked to step aside by the other three. After all, letting a country minister cook for them wasn't exactly appropriate.

But Gu Yi insisted, enjoying the chance to participate and relax away from the tiresome political arena.

Unfortunately, her assistant, surnamed Su, had her own family to tend to and couldn't join the feast. Though a career was important, at the end of the day, what mattered most were true loved ones.

Making flawless dumplings without any mistakes completely overshadowed her own success. In fact, Ling Qingyu had learned the technique and could make beautiful ones, but she was impatient.

As a boss, why should she do it herself when she could have others do it? She had maids and cooks she had hired.

Yet, nope—the elders insisted she participate so that a sense of connection would arise. Nonsense. She needed no such tradition. Everyone here at her manor was already cherished by her to the fullest.

At the end of the day, when the four elders themselves volunteered to handle the barbecue, what rights did she still have to argue?

Of course, every girl had her own responsibilities, and apart from her, they all seemed glad to immerse themselves in the activity.

Anyway, her maids and cooks had prepared everything, merely requiring the final touch to fulfill everyone's desire.

Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning formed another group alongside Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue. Both sides exchanged conversations ranging from daily life to extraordinary topics.

Ling Qingyu regularly cast grievance-filled stares at her wife, yet the latter didn't even bother to raise a brow.

Fortunately, she had the company of another beauty—Fan Xi. The legendary goddess whom Ling Qingyu had never known but had lied to in order to obtain her favor.

Fan Xi was guiding her work and also helped alleviate her boredom.

Her half-sister, Ling Yunxiang, was spending the day with her family and couldn't come.

These two had already found success in the entertainment enterprise. With excellent networks and overflowing funds, achievements were only a matter of time.

Fan Xi might not have had experience managing a business group, but Ling Qingyu filled in the gap—sharing her knowledge and skill set, pointing out directions, and introducing innovative ideas.

The new media company had begun generating small revenue after a few investments in movies, TV shows, and series. Several artists had been signed, along with many promising talents.

Meanwhile, Ling Yunxiang had improved dramatically and completely changed the public's perception of her under Fan Xi's guidance.

Now, Ling Qingyu introduced her goals for the future establishment of a news media outlet and channel. Fan Xi's eyes glimmered with ambition and hope at Ling Qingyu's vision.

Fan Xi sought to improve her status after becoming disillusioned with the treatment she had received from past employers, prompting her to become a capitalist herself.

By luck, she met Ling Qingyu, who helped her without the slightest doubt or hesitation. No matter how much the latter eased her burdens and tension, Fan Xi felt compelled to bring in profits and positive feedback.

She held immense gratitude for Ling Qingyu and didn't know how to repay her. Thankfully, Ling Yunxiang's self-improvement bolstered her confidence, allowing her to meet Ling Qingyu's initial expectations.

Time passed, and the two mingled, preparing enough food before finally stopping. Fan Xi reported everything about the future framework and potential collaborations, citing several interested parties.

One example was Fan Xi's plan to realize Ling Qingyu's goal of establishing a news media channel.

To this, Ling Qingyu simply replied, "I trust you, Sister Xi. Since I've delegated everything to you, I'm not going to interfere with your decisions. Act with confidence."

"But, you know, I won't feel good if I exploit your money and gain huge benefits while you receive very little."

"Benefits?" Ling Qingyu asked with a smile. "What do you think counts as benefits in my eyes?

Let's not talk about these things. Sister Xi, you're much more familiar with and deeply understand this circle. If not you, then who's qualified?"