There was a bit of traffic on the road, and when we arrived at Du's house, it was already past lunch time.

Father Du saw the couple carrying two large bags and smiled: "You are here, why do you bring gifts?"

Tian Xiao'e's face froze: "This is not——"

Song Hui interrupted: "It's just a small gift. You came all the way here. Please arrange it carefully."

The gifts given in first class cabins come in special packaging bags, which pack the items into different categories. They look as high-end as gift boxes and are more valuable than the Wahaha gift packages given out during festivals in their village.

Song Hui was just afraid that this thing was too conspicuous and the Du family would think it was a gift from them.

But when he walked into the Du family villa and saw such a large and beautifully decorated house, he immediately changed his mind.

He spoke very shrewdly, but pretended to be honest: "To be honest, my family is very poor. This is my first time here, and my family is in a period of shortage. We don't have any local specialties, so we didn't prepare any gifts. After I got on the plane, the waiter handed out a gift box. I saw that it was full of things we couldn't afford on a normal day. It must be very expensive. I brought it here specially for you. I hope you don't mind."

If any other farmer said this, Mr. Du would be deeply moved.

He has never seen the world and thought the gifts on the plane were high-end gift boxes that he had specially left for himself. He didn’t know how simple and honest they were!

But Song Hui is different.

Even though he concealed it well, Father Du could see the calculation in his eyes and the grievance that Tian Xiao'e was hiding.

He smiled, and his hearty voice echoed in the living room.

"The gift box is great. You can take it back and show it to your children. It's just a thought. There's no need to give a present."

Song Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he knew that the Du family would not accept it.

After they have done enough face-saving work, people will definitely think that they are honest and decent people, and the subsequent things will be easier to talk about.

After hearing what Du's father said, Tian Xiao'e also became visibly happy.

Father Du asked, "It's one o'clock. Have you had lunch on the plane?"

"I've eaten it!" Tian Xiao'e couldn't help but say, "The food above is delicious. I ordered two servings! I ate it very well."

The number of meals on an airplane is usually set according to the number of passengers on that day. First-class passengers will also inform the airline in advance if they have any allergies or dietary restrictions, so that the airline can prepare meals more easily.

Butler Du had already informed them and asked the crew to prepare a few more meals so that Song Hui and his wife would not go hungry.

Since they had been told in advance, they naturally ate until their bellies were full.

Father Du nodded and told Butler Du: "Since we have eaten, let the chef remove the dishes."

Housekeeper Du: "Okay." He then explained to Song Hui and his wife: "You two, my dishes are all prepared and will be cooked when the guests arrive. Since you two have already eaten, let's ask the chef to clear the dishes and prepare them later when you eat."

It's good to be full, it's good to be full! If they are full, there is no need to keep them at home for dinner.

Butler Du thought so.

"Okay, okay." Song Hui thought this was the rule of a wealthy family and nodded quickly.

Tian Xiao'e muttered quietly: "There are so many rules."

Song Hui quietly nudged Tian Xiao'e with his elbow, signaling her to stop talking nonsense.

Tian Xiao'e curled her lips and did not comment.

Father Du invited them to the living room: "You two have come from afar, please go to the living room and have a cup of tea."

The group arrived at the Chinese-style living room. In the location with the best light near the balcony, there was a lift-able tea table specially designed by Du's father.

Butler Du pressed the button and the tea table rose up.

In the middle is a small bridge and flowing water sealed in the table, with rockery and green plants everywhere, making it look like being in the waters of the south of the Yangtze River.

It was Song Huitian Xiao'e's first time here and everything she saw was new to her.

Especially when I saw a large table carved into such a beautiful scenery, I was so amazed that I couldn't close my mouth.

Tian Xiao'e exclaimed: "Look, sir, how come there is a small city inside this table? When water is poured on it, it becomes wet just like the small city has rained. It's amazing!"

Song Hui ignored her and thought to himself - the Du family seemed... richer than he thought!

How should he talk about Xiaoyu later so as to get the most benefit from her?

Father Du took in the couple's expressions in silence.

He brewed the tea himself, and the first drip of water was spilled on the table and flowed down the river and canal of the small town.

The hot water gave off steam, which enveloped the town like fog. It seemed as if the town had come alive and everything was vivid.

Tian Xiao'e was amazed.

Father Du poured tea for them both: "I don't know what you like to drink. This is the white tea produced in my hometown. The taste is light and elegant. Try it and see if you like it?"

Tian Xiao'e was thirsty after walking all the way, so she quickly picked up the cup and took a sip.

The Kung Fu tea was very hot and almost burned her tongue.

"My dear, why is it so hot?"

She used her hands to fan her tongue frantically, which was very indecent.

Song Hui's face was dark, and he felt that bringing Tian Xiao'e here was a mistake. He held his breath and said, "Don't you know how to drink slowly?"

Father Du raised his lips and said, "Sorry, I forgot to remind you two that this tea is very hot."

Tian Xiao'e muttered, "It's hot and there's only a small cup. It doesn't quench my thirst at all."

When Song Hui heard this, he wanted to slap her on the spot: "You——"

Father Du raised his hand: "Housekeeper Du, please pour Ms. Tian a glass of warm water... Forget it, pour two glasses."

Butler Du did as he was told and quickly brought over two glasses.

While handing it to Song Hui and his wife, he put away the tea set they had used.

It’s just as well that he can’t drink it, so the old man doesn’t have to feel bad about his tea.

Tian Xiao'e took a big gulp and felt alive again. She said sincerely, "Thank you, Master Du."

Father Du frowned slightly but did not correct her address.

He poured himself a cup of white tea, looked at Butler Du, and asked deliberately: "Did Manchang say when he would be back?"

"The eldest young master went to the farm to pick up Miss Xiaoyu. I heard there was a traffic jam on the road, so it will probably take more than an hour."

"Where's Man Sheng?"

"The second young lady went to the charity base in Q City. Something happened there."

These two sentences explained the whereabouts of the younger generation in the family.

Father Du said, "Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. Song first, and you tell Manchang to drive carefully."

"yes."

The conversation between the two reached Song Hui's ears, which surprised him a little.

Normally, the Du family took Xiaoyu back, and Du Mansheng loved his daughter, so he should stay with her day and night! Why was Xiaoyu not at the Du family, but at some farm instead? Did Du Mansheng go to Q City?

He was a little anxious, trying to suppress his emotions, thinking and speaking: "Mr. Du, my Xiaoyu..."

"I invited you here to talk about Xiaoyu." Father Du raised his lips slightly and spoke slowly, "A few days ago, my daughter Mansheng went to Neihai City to participate in a reality show. Because she liked Xiaoyu, she brought Xiaoyu to live with us for a few days after the staff asked her to renew her contract."

While drinking tea, Mr. Du calmly recounted the incident: "I'm sure you two have heard about my family's affairs recently. It has been a hot topic online... My son-in-law was so stupid that he challenged the bottom line of the law. Now he has been sent to prison, and my family has also been criticized..."

Tian Xiao'e rarely spoke: "Mr. Du is so kind, it must have nothing to do with that!"

Father Du smiled and said, "It's okay, but... I don't know why, but recently there has been a rumor that my Du family not only participated in this matter, but also solved the worries long ago..."

"Any worries?"

"Some people say... Song Qinglong sent his biological daughter away a long time ago to avoid implicating her later." (End of this chapter)