At first, Xie Zhong never realized that the problem was with his phone.

Later, he reacted and his menacing gaze fell on the name on the lit screen, and the soft light in the man's eyes instantly became richer.

The confidants who were close to both sides of the long table could see it clearly.

They pretended to be deaf and dumb, and saw the man pick up the phone and gesture without hesitation to suspend the meeting.

The bold steps he took showed his anxiety, and everyone only caught a glimpse of his gentle words before the door closed.

"What's the matter? Why did you suddenly have time to call me?"

Just with this one sentence, all the corporate executives in the office looked at the top right side of the long table tacitly, where was the group's prince Xie Huaizhen.

Xie Huaizhen's facial features are almost the same as his father's, and he looks 60% like his father, except that his eyes are slightly softer than his father's sharp eyes.

The young man could naturally feel the fiery gazes of the crowd.

He was even aware of the gloating people watching the fun inside, and the more they were like this, the more calm he acted, as if he didn't care at all.

He really didn't care.

Xie's father and Xie's mother's marriage was a family alliance. The Xie family was in business, and Xie Huaizhen's mother's family was in politics. Combining politics and business has been a common practice since ancient times.

Who doesn't like a strong alliance?

After Xie Zhong married his wife in his early years, apart from his career, he devoted all his thoughts and attention to his family.

Otherwise, Xie's mother would not have given birth to three sons in just a few years. Although the couple had no emotional foundation before marriage, it did not hinder their harmonious marriage after marriage.

It was extremely unfortunate that Xie's frail mother passed away, leaving behind her husband and young son.

Xie Huaizhen was quite old at that time, old enough to remember things.

For the healthy growth of his three brothers, my father declined the courtship of countless beautiful young women.

Xie Huaizhen saw and remembered all of his father's efforts.

He is not an ungrateful person. Compared with his two younger brothers who showed resolute resistance when they learned that their father had found a stepmother.

Xie Huaizhen is different. He sincerely hopes that his father can find a woman of his dreams to spend his life with.

Xie Chong, who went out to answer the phone, had no idea that his son was so conscientious.

Xie Chong, who had lived an uneventful life for half his life, was in his 40s when his old house caught fire and the situation got out of control. He hurriedly answered the phone before he even left the office.

I was originally in high spirits, but then I heard the hesitation in the soft Wu dialect over there.

Her gentle tone revealed her uncertainty about their relationship and her distrust of him.

The smile on the man's face had just appeared for a few seconds, and now he was staring at the tall buildings outside.

The window reflected a man with one hand in his pocket. The corners of his mouth were straight, tense and restrained, and the lines on his lip were smoothed out.

"Qingqing, I really like you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew without hesitation that you are the one who will accompany me for the rest of my life."

"We're not young anymore, and we still have a few years to waste. I'm 45 now, and I've lived half my life. We've already missed so many years without realizing it. Do we have to keep missing out?"

The men reflected in the large windows are tall, long-legged, strong and muscular.

The thin material of the shirt reveals a vague sexiness on the bulging chest muscles.

Now his legs were straight, his suit pants hung down naturally, and the fabric of the pants fit his thigh muscles with smooth lines.

He used sweet words to persuade the other person to change his hesitant attitude.

Song Qingqing, who was completely dominated by him on the other end of the phone, did not have clairvoyance, so naturally she could not see the determination that flashed across the strong man's black eyes.

Just like a hunter who has been hungry for more than ten years, once he encounters his desired prey, he is drooling but also cherishes it very much.

How could Xie Zhong, who has a strong personality, give up Song Qingqing so easily?

After the call was hung up, Xie Zhong listened to the continuous beeping sound in his ears and looked out the window.

The building with more than 30 floors is enough to make people see the vast mountains and the boundless sky.

He saw something, but it seemed like he saw nothing. Even he himself didn't expect it.

The feelings for her came so quickly, so passionately, and so out of nowhere.

Xie Zhong couldn't help but recall their first meeting. As the head of the company, Xie Zhong rarely stayed at home and often flew all over the country.

The airplane's rest cabin was actually the place where he spent the most time.

That day seemed no different from today, except that the sun was not as strong and the sky was not as blue.

After getting off the plane, Xie Chong received a call from his mother. His mother knew that he was back and thought of stopping by.

She asked him to go to a nearby embroidery shop when he passed by the city and bring back the cheongsam she had customized for her birthday.

The Xie family had no shortage of servants to run errands, but for some reason that day, Xie's mother didn't ask the servants to make a special trip.

Instead, he asked her son, who had just returned to China and whom he only saw a few times a year, to help make the trip.

Xie Zhong, who had just returned from a business trip, sat on the leather sofa in the back seat of the car, a rare look of fatigue on his face.

Even an iron man cannot stand the continuous rotation, let alone the weight of a mortal body.

But the mother said lightly that as a son, she was especially grateful for a son who had to run around all year round and could not be at home with her.

Not to mention such a small matter as picking up a piece of clothing, even if it was a big matter, Mr. Xie would make it look beautiful for his mother.

So Mr. Xie, who was supposed to drive to the villa to rest, came to a shop on the third floor of the shopping mall in the city center that customized clothes and sold embroidery.

The shop is not big but it is very exquisite.

Classical decoration, eight ebony screens with hollow designs on the top and bottom, and exquisite carvings of auspicious clouds, lotus and other classical patterns.

In the middle are embroidered eight pictures of beauties, including mountains, water and beauties, which are facing inwards past the screen.

Xie Zhong's dark eyes swept around. At this time, Song Qingqing, who was walking out of the fitting room with clothes hanging on her elbows, looked up.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the two of us stopped and looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you.

Sparks and lightning flashed in the void where their eyes met.

Song Qingqing felt very scared when facing the tall, imposing stranger with a strong presence and who remained silent.

She took two steps back in fear, widening the already considerable distance between them.

The main thing is that the man who is almost blocking the door is tall and strong, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and does not look like someone who is easy to get along with.

Song Qingqing was born in the south of the Yangtze River, a place shrouded in mist and rain, and filled with tenderness.

Most of the men are neither tall nor short, with slender bodies, fair skin and gentle temperaments.

Her ex-husband was a typical Jiangnan man, and the couple lived in harmony and love.

Even after her husband died, she raised her daughter alone and opened this shop with her outstanding craftsmanship.

She had never entertained such an aggressive man before, and his eyes looked so aggressive when he looked at her.

How could Song Qingqing, who has a gentle nature, not be afraid?