After working as a bodyguard for six years, Song Yuanchao had approximately four million yuan in his account.
He could have enough flowers to last a lifetime, but when it comes to road construction, he could only build a few at most.
In this regard, Chen Rou did not want to interfere with his free will, but he and Nie Han were indeed from two different worlds, with different views on money and values, so if they were to fall in love, there would be many obstacles.
But if they don't take that step, how will they know if they're compatible?
If she doesn't experience friction and arguments in real life, and only lives in a hazy fantasy, how can Nie Han's love-struck mind be cured?
So Chen Rou said, "Let's give it a try. Maybe it will really only take three to five days. But you need to get Ahan's consent. She has to agree. Then do it quietly and don't tell anyone. If you have to break up, you can end it gracefully."
After going around in circles, Song Yuanchao finally understood that this should be considered a trial marriage.
Or rather, to satisfy the young lady's curiosity about the daily lives of ordinary people.
Since his wife had spoken, it was an order for Song Yuanchao, and he had to carry it out.
He said, "Then I'll go rent a place tomorrow. I promise you, I won't do anything reckless, but about the boss..."
Chen Rou threw away the can and went downstairs: "I'll talk to him."
Song Yuanchao added, "I also need to submit a report to my work unit. I'll apply for seven days first."
He usually gets off work at 9:00 PM or 11:00 PM, or he stays at home, so of course he has to let his workplace know.
The facts must be reported truthfully. Seven days is not too bad; Song Yuanchao can hold on.
Chen Rou knew he was a man of principle, so she said, "Just tell the truth."
Song Yuanchao nodded, but after entering the elevator, he said, "Madam, I've noticed you seem to enjoy drinking a lot lately. What's going on?"
Chen Rou used to like drinking cola, but now, for some reason, she occasionally likes to drink beer.
She also felt it was a bit strange: "It seems like my tastes have changed ever since I gave birth to A-Yuan."
Song Yuanchao said, "Drink less. The boss wants a daughter. If you want a child, you have to abstain from alcohol."
What do you mean Nie Zhao still wants a daughter? Has he lost his mind?
Chen Rou understood: "He told you privately that he wanted another daughter, so he asked you to keep an eye on me and not let me drink?"
Song Yuanchao truthfully replied, "No, but he had Wade invest in a bioengineering research project, and Wade's wife was also a research subject. It's said to be about human diet and pH levels, determining the sex of a baby, and infant intelligence development. And you know, he doesn't drink alcohol anymore, isn't that because he still wants a daughter?"
Chen Rou knew all this. She also knew that in an era when ordinary people could snag a factory, work their way up to nothing but screwing in screws, save up some money, and get married and have another child in a daze, the wealthy were already focused on eugenics and good parenting.
Nie Zhao, in particular, is a ruthless person. The unexpected arrival of Xiao A Yuan, judging from the current situation, has already far surpassed the development level of ordinary people.
If he wants another child, given his health, the child should be fine.
But Chen Rou reiterated that she wouldn't have any more children. Given Boss Nie's enthusiasm, she said, "He's making such a fuss, he probably wants to have a baby himself. After all, he has a lot of complaints about me. Let's wait and see, maybe one day our boss will get pregnant and give A Yuan a little sister?"
Song Yuanchao didn't understand science and technology, but he took it seriously, and after thinking about it, he realized that this was very likely.
After all, since Ah Yuan was born, he was either lying on Nie Zhao's belly or on his chest. He had never been pregnant or had a big belly. Song Yuanchao admired him: "No wonder our boss is the richest man. He's a ruthless guy."
Chen Rou got off the elevator, turned back and smiled: "Who says otherwise?"
...
Several heiresses held pre-wedding parties, and someone helped them invite a bunch of male celebrities to join them.
In Hong Kong, this is considered quite avant-garde performance art.
Since Secretary An was in charge of the party, Chen Rou made a rough guess and figured out who was behind it.
The next morning, when she woke up, she saw Nie Zhao holding a dagger and staring blankly. She said, "Bao Yuyan and Wu Jiayi are still young girls. Even if no photos are leaked, what if they fall in love with a certain celebrity? You are leading them astray."
The matter was instigated by Nie Zhao; he only smiled and remained silent.
Chen Rou then asked, "Are you trying to introduce Ahan to a guy, the pretty boy type?"
Boss Nie was unaware that his wife was already preparing to let his niece and his bodyguard move out and live together.
He said, "She can date any male celebrity, but not Song Zai."
As soon as they got up, A-Yuan also got up. The nanny knocked on the door and let him in. Chen Rou picked up A-Yuan and asked, "Why can't it be Song-zai? Boss Nie, you're not so petty as to think that Song-zai would covet your family business, are you?"
"No, not at all," Nie Zhao said. "Song can't even understand financial statements, what's there for him to be greedy for?"
But then she added, "He's a full ten years older than Ahan. He's an old man, and I don't know what Ahan likes about him."
Actually, if you put yourself in Nie Zhao's shoes, Chen Rou can understand his anger.
My niece is only 24 years old, but she has fallen in love with a 34-year-old man. As her uncle, he can't stand it.
But Chen Rou said, "But Ahan has never had a father since she was a child. She is born without a father and likes men who are older than her. It's a kind of emotional complementarity. She likes it, so why do you have to stop her?"
Nie Zhao paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What about you? You didn't have a father growing up either, so were you also..."
That's why she liked Song Yuanchao, a man who was always serious, old-fashioned, and had a face as dark as a playing card.
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