Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Su Ting is possessive of herself. ...
Su Ting tried to numb himself with work. He called Zhou Xubai, who, understanding his urgency, said, "I know you must have three servants. After the reception tomorrow, just pick one from the waitresses."
"Don't be too young." Su Ting touched the ancient coin pendant and said earnestly.
"Why?"
Su Ting looked towards Ye Xiuming's room, pursed his lips, and said after a long while: "I'm afraid it will have a bad influence on Xiuming."
Zhou Xubai called him "idiot" out loud. "A child his age shouldn't be controlled too strictly, or he'll become rebellious, and you'll be in trouble."
Su Ting simply didn't want the young maid to hang around Ye Xiuming every day. This wasn't really discipline, it was even selfish. He retorted to Zhou Xubai, "I haven't really started to manage her yet."
Zhou Xubai: "Alright, why do we keep talking about kids? Have you memorized your speech for tomorrow? I'm telling you, we've invited the top names in new media this time, so there can't be any mistakes."
Su Ting had his own draft in mind, and no one had drafted it for him, and there was no list of thanks.
Because the only person he wants to thank is himself.
Su Ting stared coldly at the boundless night. From his position, his deep gaze showed the location of the western suburbs.
He said, "Zhou Xubai, take care of your business and don't overstep your bounds."
Zhou Xubai simply had no idea what to do with him. "I just sent you the menu. You have to take a look at it."
"Well, let me see if there's anything Xiuming can't eat." Su Ting seemed to remember something, "Remember to add cheese and artichokes. Xiuming said it's good for his health."
Zhou Xubai: "...You're too kind to your son...so the company will be his in the future?"
"I don't want him to be so tired. I'll give him a trust when the time comes. He can do whatever he wants without worrying about other people's opinions." Su Ting said with a smile, as if he had really anticipated that day.
"If you raise your son like this, he will become a waste!"
Su Ting's face sank stubbornly: "I'll say it again, Xiuming calling you Dad doesn't mean you are really his dad."
"Who are you going to choose then?"
"I won't choose anyone. From now on, I will be the only one to take care of Xiuming."
There was a long silence on the line.
Zhou Xubai suddenly said in a deep voice: "Su Ting, as long as you are happy."
Happy? I was quite happy before tonight, Su Tingxin said.
"What do you think a teenager is doing locking himself in a room?" Su Ting asked eagerly.
Zhou Xubai laughed: "What were you doing when you locked yourself in your room when you were a teenager?"
"I'm reading," Soutine said. "Aren't you?"
Zhou Xubai: "Most kids this age, once they close the door, are definitely... exploring their bodies."
Su Ting said "Hmm?" and suddenly his frightened look appeared again.
"What about those two teenagers?"
Zhou Xubai: "That's hard to say. Anyway, we are discussing things that are not convenient for adults to know."
"Is there something else I don't want to know?" Su Ting said anxiously, "Zhou Xubai, please explain clearly."
"It can only be understood, not expressed in words. Su Ting, ah Su Ting, humans have always been the most complex creatures. Just think of Ye Xiuming teaching you. This class is still very long."
Su Ting lowered his eyelashes heavily and glanced at the door behind him. Regardless of whether Zhou Xubai's words were a curse or not, he had to face calmly everything that Ye Xiuming brought to him.
On the day of the cocktail party, Su Ting went to the scene first to supervise. Today, all areas above the tenth floor of Threshold were cleared, and all departments were on high alert, especially the kitchen. Since the chefs from Samsung had to make a lot of molecular cuisine, they even brought out liquid nitrogen. Everyone looked very nervous, fearing that something would go wrong.
IPO receptions have always been about good luck. For example, dishes include Gillardeau oysters and green apple liquid nitrogen balls dipped in edible gold powder, which symbolizes "real gold amidst the bubble" and even echoes the IPO's valuation.
The details of the cocktail party are even reflected in the folds of the waiters' bow ties. Everything must conform to the aesthetic of the capital circle.
Seeing that the kitchen was already distributing temperature-controlled plates, Su Ting knew that the first wave of guests was about to arrive. He walked up the stairs without any nervousness and went down. The crystal chandeliers reflected countless spots of light, and the air was filled with the scent of luxurious perfume, like a dream of prosperity.
Su Ting's well-tailored suit has smooth lines, which perfectly outlines his upright posture, making him look elegant and dignified. His hair is styled with a light touch of hairspray, giving it a charming luster, and every strand of hair is full of charm.
This is the fifth year since he emerged from the ruins, and he finally did it.
Su Ting raised champagne to celebrate with those who arrived earlier, and suddenly saw Ye Xiuming's thin figure. He was also wearing a black suit, with medium-long hair combed back into a small braid, revealing his full forehead.
It really has a bit of an adult-like attitude.
After Su Ting apologized to the people around him, he came behind Ye Xiuming, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "Why did you come so late?"
"Pei An insisted on braiding my hair, little dad." Ye Xiuming's big watery eyes looked particularly charming under the crystal chandelier, reflecting the extravagance of the cocktail party.
Who would have thought that on such an important occasion, the head of Feihe Real Estate, whose market value had just exceeded 10 billion, would actually pull out a child's braid in public.
Ye Xiuming's hair fell down, and his soft hair formed its own shape. Su Ting seemed to still be concerned about things related to Pei An. Was it what he thought?
Su Ting is possessive of herself.
"Little Dad, Pei An and I are going over there to eat."
Su Ting: "Hey, why don't you say a few words to your little dad."
"Little Dad, the red envelope... you don't want me to give you one, congratulations... I also said that, so how about Pei An and I wish you a happy new year in advance? Haha."
After saying that, Ye Xiuming put his arm around Pei An and walked to the main dish area to find food.
Just as he was standing not far from the dishes, Ye Xiuming blurted out, "Why is he here?"
It turned out to be Pei Xingyao, holding a glass of champagne, standing beside Su Ting like a host, seemingly whispering something. Su Ting's gaze met Ye Xiuming's from a distance, then separated instantly, as if neither of them wanted to read anything from the other's eyes.
Happy New Year? Su Tingxin thought, why not celebrate next year's Christmas together.
Pei Xingyao was also dressed very formally. He leaned over slightly and whispered in Su Ting's ear, "Congratulations."
Su Ting said to him, "I hope you will have such a day too."
Her eyes were still on Ye Xiuming. Pei Xingyao followed his gaze and said, "Taking care of a child everywhere, isn't it a bit tiring?"
Su Ting said softly: "No, maybe I'm too involved."
He saw Ye Xiuming suddenly staring at a main dish with a strange look in his eyes.
Ye Xiuming said to Pei An, "There's something wrong with this dish."
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