Chapter 47 Chapter 47 He is a wealthy man, but he is also willing to serve...

Song Jing leaned over and picked up the things. He didn't look reserved and bowed slightly. "The door is broken and not very safe. If you need someone to come over and repair it, I can arrange it."

The broken door was just an excuse, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was a lie. Xu Youyang looked at him, but there was no provocation in the other's eyes. Instead, he was humble and polite, as if he really cared about them.

Xu Youyang held the door and stepped aside. "No, it's just a small matter, so don't bother me. Come in, don't stand around outside."

Xu Zhixi quickly winked at Song Jing and hurriedly helped pick up the gift box. However, with just the two of them, a lot of things fell down.

Song Jing first put down the things in his hand in the living room, then went back to bring in the remaining gifts. Only then did Xu Youyang close the door.

The room was filled with gifts, occupying a corner of the living room. Each gift was carefully wrapped, and the packaging alone looked very valuable. Some of the gifts were even decorated with exquisite hand-embroidery, not to mention the items inside.

Xu Youyang glanced at him twice before turning his gaze towards Song Jing. Seeing him standing there, he said indifferently, "Sit down. Stop standing." Then he looked at Xu Zhixi and said, "Go make two cups of tea."

Xu Zhixi looked at Song Jing, then at her father, thinking that she was just going to make some tea, and that the two of them wouldn't fight in such a short time, so she left with peace of mind.

Xu Youyang sat down on the sofa first, and seeing this, Song Jing also sat down.

Xu Youyang said: "Your name is..."

Song Jing nodded: "My last name is Song, and my given name is Jing. Uncle, you can call me..."

"Oh, Xiao Song." Xu Youyang said to himself without waiting for him to finish his words.

A smile appeared in Song Jing's eyes and he responded.

Xu Youyang: "What does your family do?"

Song Jing: "Business."

"What business?"

"We have a presence in all areas, but we focus primarily on investment."

Xu Youyang glanced at his daughter who was making tea. "My daughter Zhizhi has never brought any boys home before, so it's inevitable that uncle will ask more questions. Don't mind."

Song Jing said modestly, "It's my duty."

Xu Youyang nodded. "I'm glad you understand. That's all I'm asking. I won't ask any more. By the way, how many people are there in your family?"

Xu Zhixi, who had just made tea, said: "..."

Song Jing said truthfully, "It's just me and my father, and..." As for Chu Chaoyan's identity, he was afraid that Xu's father would not be able to accept it, so he said it more tactfully, "My father's wife, Ms. Chu."

Father's wife.

Isn’t it your mother’s?

After hearing his introduction, Xu Youyang naturally realized that this was his stepmother.

This topic ends here.

Xu Zhixi put the tea for the two of them on the table and secretly gave his father a look: "Have a cup of tea and take a break first, then you can go eat."

Xu Youyang pretended not to see it and picked up the teacup to take a sip.

Song Jing smiled and responded, "Okay."

Xu Youyang: "We only have simple meals at home. If you can't get used to it, Xiao Song, don't make do. Let's go to the restaurant instead."

Xu Zhixi rolled her eyes at her father in her heart. Just now, he had said that the food was fresh and would not be difficult for the guests to swallow, but now he changed his words and said that it was just a simple meal.

How much does my father dislike Song Jing? He just wants to ask him to leave.

Song Jing: "Uncle, you're too polite. I'm actually more used to home-cooked meals than restaurants."

Xu Youyang said calmly, "That's good."

Song Jing looked at Xu Zhixi, his voice tinged with smile: "I've always heard Xixi praise your cooking skills, and today I'm finally lucky enough to taste it."

Xu Zhixi couldn't help laughing as he watched the two of them fighting back and forth.

"Then come and taste it." Xu Zhixi reached out and pulled Song Jing up, looking at his father beside him, "Drink less tea. How can you have an appetite when your stomach is full?"

Xu Youyang glanced at Xu Zhixi holding Song Jing's arm, stood up, patted the non-existent dust with an expressionless face, and walked towards the restaurant.

After the three of them sat down, Xu Youyang politely told Song Jing not to be restrained and began to eat.

Song Jing ate politely, and in order not to appear too conspicuous, he controlled himself deliberately, but excessive control would make him look out of place. So it seemed that his every move was still very elegant and beautiful, which was a bit out of place in the small family restaurant.

Xu Youyang picked up a piece of braised pork for Xu Zhixi: "It's the meat you like."

Xu Zhixi: "Thank you, Dad."

Seeing that Song Jing ate little, Xu Zhixi also picked up a piece of meat for him.

Xu Youyang couldn't help but smile when he saw this, but it didn't show any warmth: "It's rare to see our Zhizhi being considerate."

Xu Zhixi paused as he added more food: "...Have I never been considerate to you?"

Xu Youyang: "When?"

Xu Zhixi picked up another piece of meat and put it into Xu Youyang's bowl: "Now."

Xu Youyang was so angry that he almost threw the piece of meat away.

Song Jing burst out laughing.

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After the meal, Song Jing volunteered to wash the dishes. Xu Zhixi tried to stop him because it was unreasonable to let the guests wash the dishes. However, Song Jing insisted, so she had to go over and help.

"Do you wash your own dishes at home?"

"No."

Xu Zhixi thought he was just trying to pretend and said he washed it frequently, but she didn't expect him to be so frank.

He explained simply: "There are servants at home."

Xu Zhixi: "Then how come you are so skilled at housework?"

Song Jing looked at her and smiled gently: "This is not to chase you."

Xu Zhixi felt his ears warm. He wiped the dishes he had washed and put them neatly into the cupboard.

Xu Youyang passed by the kitchen door, his heart sinking as he watched the two of them being so intimate. Turning around, he saw the rows of gifts in the living room, and his expression became even uglier.

He used to be worried about his children falling in love too early, but now that they are adults and can take responsibility for their own actions, he no longer has any reason to stop them and can only sulk in secret.

Judging from the way they looked, they had obviously been dating for a while, yet he only found out about it now.

What he didn't expect was that just as he found out, the girl brought the person back home. Fortunately, there were no relatives coming.

After cleaning the house, Xu Zhixi returned to the bedroom to change clothes and planned to take Song Jing out for a walk. Xu Youyang was going to a friend's house for a small gathering, which was an appointment they had made long ago, but he insisted on waiting until Xu Zhixi and her friends left the house before leaving.

Resolutely prevent two children from being alone in a room.

A few minutes after we separated, he called again: "Where are you sleeping, Xiao Song?"

Xu Zhixi knew what her father was thinking and said helplessly, "Book a hotel." Although it was not impossible for them to stay at home, it would be too awkward for them to live together if they didn't know each other, so after thinking about it, she decided to let Song Jing stay in the hotel.

Anyway, he brought his assistant and driver with him, so it was very convenient for him to travel back and forth.

Xu Youyang: "I'll go home and call Dad later."

"I know, Dad." Xu Zhixi saw the man beside her smile slightly, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "I'll call you when I get home."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Zhixi shook off his hand in embarrassment: "What are you laughing at?"

The smile on Song Jing's lips widened. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Your father meant well. He was worried that you wouldn't come home overnight."

Xu Zhixi leaned in his arms and corrected him, "My dad is afraid that you might be up to something bad."

"Hmm? What do I want?"

"You should ask yourself that." Xu Zhixi pointed at his chest. "What do you want from me?"

Song Jing kissed her hair again, smiling faintly: "Of course I'm after your heart."

Xu Zhixi opened his mouth, his cheeks flushed, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

When love is surging, the other person is infinitely beautified in your eyes, and any casual word he or she says can touch your heartstrings.

Sometimes, even she herself is not sure whether she is still awake.

We agreed to stay away from wealthy families, but if the other party is Song Jing, it seems that this principle will become dispensable and eventually disappear.

Song Jing stroked her forehead: "What about you? What do you want from me?"

Xu Zhixi met his dark eyes, turned away, and pushed him away: "What can I want from you? Of course, I want your health to be good."

Song Jing: "Hmm?"

Xu Zhixi's face flushed, and he walked straight forward: "That's it, for your good health, for your good health."

Song Jing followed up: "Well, this is an admission that I'm great."

As the sky gradually darkened, the two walked on the nearby Wutong Old Street. There were few people around, and the wind rustled the leaves.

"When you're not in good health one day, or you're not great anymore, I won't like you anymore."

Song Jing narrowed his eyes: "What are you going to do if I don't like you?"

Xu Zhixi deliberately angered him: "Of course I'm looking for a young and handsome guy."

Song Jing suddenly reached out, wrapped his arms around her legs, and picked her up by the waist.

Xu Zhixi was caught off guard and startled. She hugged his neck reflexively, still in shock: "What are you doing?"

Although the scenery here is beautiful and quiet, it is the May Day holiday, so there are still a few more people than usual. Naturally, the two people's actions were completely seen by everyone.

Song Jing lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. His eyes were filled with possessiveness, and he strode forward: "I want to see which young man dares to covet my girlfriend."

Xu Zhixi: “…”

"You are so childish." Xu Zhixi was amused and almost forgot that they were in public.

He glanced at her and said, "Which young man can give you a courtyard, a car, and half of his wealth, huh?"

Xu Zhixi was stunned for a moment: "What courtyard house, what car?"

Song Jing stopped talking.

Xu Zhixi struggled a bit and asked him to put her down.

When they reached a bench, seeing that she insisted, Song Jing had no choice but to let her go.

Facing her eager eyes, Song Jing had no choice but to say, "Don't feel pressured. These are all my personal property and have nothing to do with the Song family."

Xu Zhixi pursed her lips: "Why are you giving me these?"

Song Jing avoided the main point and said, "You are my girlfriend, isn't it normal for me to give you a gift?"

Xu Zhixi looked at him with a stern face. Fallen leaves fell on her shoulders and were blown away by the wind.

Song Jing laughed helplessly: "This is something I prepared a long time ago. If you hadn't discovered my identity in advance, this gift should have been in your hands when I took the initiative to confess."

Xu Zhixi: "If you give it to me, will I accept it?"

Song Jing: "Then I'll send it too."

Xu Zhixi calmed down, looked at him and asked, "Why did you give me these? Do you think that by giving me a house and a car, you can make me forgive your deception?"

Apparently, his statement that "I will give the gift away when I confess" made Xu Zhixi misunderstand his intention.

Song Jing's original intention was not to ask for forgiveness with this gift.

Song Jing frowned and walked forward, holding her shoulders: "Xixi, you..."

Xu Zhixi didn't want to listen to this liar, so he turned and left.

Song Jing followed up: "Xixi."

Xu Zhixi turned a deaf ear to him. Although she believed that he had no intention of seeking forgiveness through money, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Xu Zhixi." He called from behind and quickly grabbed her wrist.

Xu Zhixi was forced to stand still, met his anxious eyes, and pursed her crimson lips.

There was a rare look of uneasyness on his handsome face. He held her wrist tightly, afraid that if he let go, the girl would disappear.

Xu Zhixi was upset and asked angrily, "What do you mean..."

"I like you very much."

The last word "Si" was stuck in her throat. Xu Zhixi looked at the man's handsome and gentle face, her heart beating faster, and she was completely stunned.

"That day you asked me if I liked you very much." Song Jing's voice was very soft, "I wanted to tell you at that time that I like you, I like you to the point of being unable to extricate myself."

So childish that he hid his identity, just wanting her to look at him a few more times.

My feelings for her came so fast and so fiercely that I couldn't think straight. As long as I was with her, all the troubles seemed to become vivid and meaningful.

Xu Zhixi's breathing stagnated slightly, and she looked at him, as if she had been speechless for a long time.

He said, "I want to give you everything I have, not to ask for your forgiveness, but just to have you around me so you can have fewer worries."

But the Song family would not allow it.

He is the future heir of the Song family. Although he now holds the majority of the shares, he cannot let his emotions take over many things.

It is even more impossible to give the shares in your hands to the girl you like for free.

Otherwise, these shares are far more real than any house or car.

After much thought, he had no choice but to count all the assets under his name, both movable and immovable. He included the assets that were easiest to manage and had no worries in the contract, and then notarized it and transferred them all to Xu Zhixi's name.

He is a wealthy man, but he is willing to offer her mountains of gold and silver as long as she feels at ease.

In this way, there will no longer be any gap in family background between them.

Everything he had was hers.

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The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, babies~

Should I eat sweet or salty rice dumplings?

Editor Two: Ahhhhhhh it’s mooncake, you said the wrong thing.

ps: The main text should be finished tomorrow!