That guy could only be Xu Ye.

And fair enough. There were only so many people who knew her daughter's phone number, and as for who would do a thing like this — apart from that little devil, there wasn't a second candidate.

Jiang Meilin pretended nothing whatever had happened and got up to go cut fruit in the kitchen. Chen Qingqing hurriedly hid the parcel in a drawer, then took out her phone and fired off several messages to Xu Ye:

"Xu Ye! You lunatic!"

"Who told you to send me swimsuits?"

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"Don't come find me today. If you do I won't open the door."

"I'm going to block you."

"You're so annoying."

Xu Ye had pinned Chen Qingqing's chat long ago, and he hadn't put her messages on do not disturb either, so his phone went off several times in a row.

He picked it up, took one look and replied at once, smiling. "What are you losing your temper for? It's not as if it's anything serious. Didn't we agree before that you'd teach me to swim over the summer?"

Xu Ye: "Besides, what I sent was perfectly respectable swimwear. It isn't lingerie."

Chen Qingqing: "A piece of underwear that doesn't use as much fabric as two face masks — you call that respectable swimwear?"

Xu Ye: "Isn't that just what they're all like?"

Chen Qingqing: "Get lost."

Chen Qingqing: "I'm not talking to you."

Chen Qingqing: "Don't come find me this evening."

Xu Ye: "I'm coming."

Xu Ye: "I'll climb the wall to get in."

"Message sent, but the recipient has declined to receive it."

Xu Ye put the phone down helplessly, thinking that this evening he was going to have to do some serious coaxing.

...

The factory's reform could more or less be brought to a close there. The next focus of the work was how to build the Youwei brand up properly — make the brand worth more, and get more people to know the name.

The most effective method was advertising, but advertising cost a great…