Yue Zhongqi has never resented the rich, because his happiness has never been based on money.

But today, standing in front of the hotel, he finally understood why so many people resent the rich.

Song Yuanchao was wearing the uniform of the bodyguards of the richest man's family, a spring suit. Don't underestimate it just because it's a work uniform. It's better than the style sold in most shopping malls in the capital. He was tall with a buzz cut, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. With his sunglasses on, he helped the young lady out of the car, and after seeing her into the door, he immediately came over to greet his young master.

Their service attitude and level of expertise truly stunned the drivers.

Even the well-trained doormen at the grand hotel felt inferior to him.

The key point is that we are all gay, so why is he so amazing that he can marry into a wealthy family and earn a high salary?

And that's not right. These drivers are Wang Meng's men. He's a nouveau riche who came from a thug background. He doesn't know their mission. Song Yuanchao invited his men to dinner. What is he planning? Isn't he afraid of exposing his mission?

Besides, if you only invite him and Chen Ke, it will only cost two or three hundred yuan at most. If you invite all the drivers and open another bottle of wine, he will have to pay a thousand or eight hundred yuan. Is he here to act like a big shot and a rich man?

Let's not even talk about Yue Zhongqi's confusion.

Liang Lisheng's whereabouts were still unknown, and once they arrived in the capital, Secretary An was powerless to do anything about it.

The snow had lessened a bit, but it was still falling. He was wrapped in his military overcoat and was shivering from the cold. He wanted to get back indoors as soon as possible, because his first priority was to take care of A Yuan. If the child caught a cold, his boss would punish him.

Before you knew it, Chen Ke had already taken the child and walked out.

They stayed in a high-rise building with an elevator, but there were also many multi-story buildings nearby. There was also a garden next to it, I forgot what the name of the park was, but anyway, there were many gardens in the vicinity.

Secretary An caught up with Chen Rou and said, "The snow is very slippery, and the young master is also afraid of the cold. Let's come again tomorrow."

Chen Rou said, "He has clothes. If you're afraid of getting cold, go back first."

Chen Ke patiently explained, "This is spring snow. It won't stay still. It will all melt by tomorrow. It's perfect to see it now."

At this time, the capital was just beginning to turn green again, while the surrounding fields were barren and desolate, except for the evergreen pines and cypresses.

They are right in the center of the capital, with red walls and glazed tiles just ahead. Moreover, even when it snows in spring, the sky won't be too overcast. This is the beauty of the snow that the people of Beijing can enjoy every year.

Ah Yuan nestled in Chen Ke's arms, seeing for the first time the surrounding fields were covered in white snow, and for the first time seeing the red walls and green tiles, a style of ultimate aesthetics that even Hong Kong didn't have, only found in royal gardens.

The little guy was only worried about one thing: the uncle who could blow the flute had very strong arms. He struggled to squeeze out, trying to grab the snow from the pine branches and step on the white earth, but he couldn't get out.

Just looking at it was enough to feast his eyes.

Oh right, and there are also fish, which are A Yuan's favorite. They even have them here. After walking across a stream and standing on the bridge, the water was full of red, plump carp. The white snow and green branches paired with the red carp made even a rough guy like Chen Ke say, "Beautiful."

Song Yuanchao found a down jacket for the child, the thickest one he could find.

Chen Ke opened his coat and wrapped A Yuan in it, then pulled it tighter. He found a patch of untouched snow and gently placed A Yuan on the ground. This was military-style discipline: "Go!"

Ah Yuan was finally able to walk in the snow. A group of people, including his mother, were watching him with smiles.

It was very quiet here. When he stepped on it, he could actually hear the snowflakes making a crunching sound.

He wasn't quite used to turning around and bending down to look at his footprints from behind. Wow, two rows, so clear.

Ahead lay a vast expanse of white snow. A Yuan, wanting to leave more footprints, stumbled forward.

When they arrived at the hotel, Secretary An naturally had to report to Nie Zhao.

As the sun was setting over Hong Kong, Nie Zhao changed his clothes, preparing to go out to discuss work. He was typing on a folder when he heard from Secretary An that Chen Ke had actually taken his son for a walk in the park in the heavy snow. He imagined that in the vast expanse of white snow, where nothing could be seen, Chen Ke, carrying his son, had gotten lost in the swirling snow.

He was very angry: "Ah Yuan is a Hong Kong kid, he will have trouble adjusting to the environment, not to mention that he will breathe cold air as soon as he gets off the car. Immediately tell Chen Ke to go back to the hotel, and the hotel's air conditioning must be set to 23 degrees Celsius, not too high, otherwise the hot and cold stimulation will increase the burden on the child's respiratory tract."

If he had cared for him as attentively as his son had, Nie Rong would have recovered long ago.

But Secretary An could only grumble inwardly, though she smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss, I'll go and persuade her right away, oh dear..."

Nie Zhao was extremely nervous: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Secretary An dared not lie and said, "Young Master just fell very, very lightly."

Was it a fall or a bear pounce? But of course, in a park, on a flat playground, how serious could a fall be?

In Nie Zhao's mind, Chen Ke fell down the Alps with his son.

He rolled down a cliff face in the snow-covered mountains; the scene was extremely dangerous.

Did his delicate son bump into a stone, get his face scratched by a pine branch, or get injured?

He was furious and said, "Call 999 for emergency help right now! What are you standing there for?"

But there was laughter on the phone. It was A Yuan. He had fallen, but dressed like a little silkworm, he wasn't hurt at all. In fact, he discovered that after falling, he could kick the snow with his toes.

If there were video TV, Secretary An would definitely send one to the boss.

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