Chapter 234 Shao Muwen & Yu Wanqiao

That year, the song "Legend" became a hit everywhere.

"Just one glance at you in the crowd, and I could never forget your face..."

Less than a month after Shao Muwen was transferred to the Urban Construction Bureau, more than ten leaders had already taken the initiative to introduce him to potential partners and subtly inquire about his family relationships.

There is never a shortage of outstanding people within the system, especially in Beijing, where the competition to get in is fierce.

Wherever there are people, one can distinguish between tall and short, fat and thin, rich and poor, noble and lowly. No matter how simply Shao Muwen dressed, his demeanor and his humble yet dignified manner made him impossible to underestimate.

So when the identity of "the eldest son of the Shao family" was spread, everyone had a sudden realization that "no wonder".

As a result, even more people wanted to arrange marriages for him.

Shao Muwen was introverted from a young age and didn't talk much, but that didn't mean he couldn't talk.

Knowing how to refuse someone without offending them is an art in itself.

Until his boss arranged a welcome banquet for him, Shao Muwen felt that the air conditioning temperature was not suitable as soon as he entered. While he was talking to the receptionist, a woman walked towards him.

The woman wore a dark purple long dress, her long black hair flowing smoothly down her back. Her face was unadorned, yet her skin was fair and her demeanor gentle.

Shao Muwen couldn't help but take another look, and his first feeling was: comfortable.

However, when the woman looked over, Shao Muwen looked away.

His good upbringing taught him that staring at girls was impolite and easily associated with the word "perverted."

When Yu Wanqiao first saw Shao Muwen, she had only one feeling: gentle.

Gentle and refined, as warm and smooth as jade.

It's like a beautiful piece of jade, yet it inspires a malicious desire to destroy it.

"Hello."

The moment Yu Wanqiao's voice rang in Shao Muwen's ears, he felt his spine go numb and his whole body stiffen.

I glanced at it slightly and for some reason thought of poppies.

Yu Wanqiao wasn't greeting him; instead, she was asking the receptionist, "Where is room 108?"

"This way, ma'am."

After the receptionist finished speaking with a smile, she looked at Shao Muwen and asked, "This gentleman is also from room 108. Do you two... know each other?"

Yu Wanqiao looked over at Shao Muwen.

Do we know each other, sir?

Meeting Shang Yu Wanqiao's eyes, Shao Muwen quickly found his voice, "My name is Shao Muwen, may I ask your surname, Miss?"

Yu Wanqiao: "Yu".

Shao Muwen understood.

"Miss Yu, this way please."

The moment they met, the two young people knew perfectly well that this was a "blind date" deliberately arranged by their superiors and elders.

During this meeting, Shao Muwen and Yu Wanqiao didn't say much, but exchanged contact information at the urging of their elders.

Having changed jobs, Shao Muwen had many things to handle, and he was busy every day, going back and forth between his workplace and home, living a life similar to that of an ordinary civil servant.

It's just that people with the same fate have different lives.

That evening, Shao Muwen got off work early and went back to the Shao Mansion. As soon as he entered the house, he heard a series of ghostly wails coming from the study on the second floor.

"Mom," Shao Muwen called to Madam Shao, "What's wrong with the second son again?"

Mrs. Shao was arranging flowers in the living room. She had little patience, and the flowers she had trimmed were all messy and disorderly, a kind of chaotic beauty that reflected the owner's current annoyance.

"That brat got into a fight with his boss at work and caused a huge disturbance. Your dad is currently disciplining his spoiled brat temper."

Shao Muwen let out an "Oh," silently shedding a tear of sympathy for his second brother, knowing there was nothing more he could do to help.

"Where is San'er?" He took the glass of apple juice handed to him by the butler, thanked him, and took a sip.

Looking at the bouquet on the table, I inexplicably thought of Yu Wanqiao's WeChat profile picture, which was a bouquet of flowers.

Her WeChat Moments were also full of floral arrangement pictures, and Shao Muwen seriously suspected that she had given him a fake account, as the style of the posts had a strong micro-business vibe.

She doesn't resemble a well-bred heiress with impeccable family background at all.

Shao Muwen asked casually, but Madam Shao became even more annoyed when her youngest son was mentioned.

"San'er went to the Northwest with his teacher. There's not even anything good to eat in that remote place. I prepared so many snacks for him, but he left them all with me, just grabbed a few clothes and left. He's two-faced! I'm so angry!"

The more I talked, the angrier I got.

After saying that, she slammed the scissors on the table and said angrily, "Why can't I give birth to a daughter?!"

Shao Muwen: "..."

"It's all your father's fault for being so useless." Madam Shao never argued with her husband; she always blamed the man.

Shao Muwen: "..."

He worked diligently and conscientiously, without causing any trouble or being outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant.

But there's nothing we can do.

With three boys in the family, who else can Ms. Wen vent her anger on if not them?

Looking at his mother, Shao Muwen suddenly understood why he felt that Yu Wanqiao's aura was so familiar. Like his mother, Yu Wanqiao was born into a prestigious family and had pride, but no spoiled nature.

Although their personalities seem completely different, one is violent and the other is gentle.

But Shao Muwen would also secretly wonder: Could that gentleness just be a facade?

After all, Ms. Wen is quite gentle in front of outsiders, isn't she?

Shao Muwen suddenly wanted to see another side of Yu Wanqiao, wondering what she was like in private.

People don't think things through; once they start thinking, they've already internalized them.

The wailing from upstairs finally subsided.

It should be over.

Chairman Shao is not an absolute strict father, and Ms. Wen is by no means a strict mother. They both have a strict side and a gentle side when it comes to their children, and they always follow each other's lead.

— Breathing out of one nostril.

Although Ms. Wen is a wealthy woman, she is not incapable of enduring hardship.

She and Chairman Shao fell in love on their own and started a business together. Both of them are first-generation entrepreneurs. Shao Muwen is their eldest son and has watched his parents build their empire step by step since he was a child.

However, he did not choose to follow in his parents' footsteps, but instead chose to enter the system.

Initially, Chairman Shao and Ms. Wen were not very supportive, but Shao Muwen said, "I like stability, while my second son likes excitement. He is more suited to doing business than I am."

The role of family heir fell from the eldest son to the second son.

Shao Mushi limped down the stairs, looking completely oblivious. "Brother's back?"

Shao Muwen hummed in agreement and handed him the prepared ointment.

"I've been there."

Shao Mushi grinned, then winced in pain, and groaned at Madam Shao, "Mom, give me some food. I've been crying and screaming for ages, I'm starving."

Mrs. Shao tossed a rose at him in an annoyed manner.

"How dare you beg for food?"

Shao Mushi said in a cheeky tone, "I can't exactly go out begging, can I? Even if I'm not afraid of losing face, I'm afraid of losing face for the Shao family."

Madam Shao was so angry she wanted to beat him up again, but Shao Muwen stopped her.

While the kitchen was preparing the meal, Shao Muwen told Shao Mushi to go back to her room to rest. He then walked behind Madam Shao and massaged her shoulders. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mom, let me sign you up for a flower arrangement class."

Mrs. Shao: "Hmm?"