Chapter 6 After the rain, we have to get the marriage certificate next week.
Song Jili escorted Chen Cheng into the house and asked the waiter to move all the food into the house.
After settling down, I went out to deal with my nosy friends.
When the door closed, Song Jili's rare pretended gentleness disappeared completely, replaced by weariness.
Fang Xiuqi didn't dare to smile frivolously. He moved his shoulders and straightened his back quietly, as if he was a new recruit who was afraid of being scolded.
I thought, why not call Chen Cheng back.
"Quite noisy." Song Jili's tone was slightly drawn out, not salty or bland, but it made people's hearts skip a beat.
Fang Xiuqi smiled in a flattering manner: "Second Uncle, I was just joking."
He is able to bend and stretch himself, and immediately bow his head and be humble.
"Do you know how to call me uncle?" Song Jili sneered.
"Although we have a good relationship, I haven't forgotten that we are related by our ancestors." Fang Xiuqi tried to get close to him.
The next second, Fang Xiuqi felt his chest pocket was empty.
Song Jili lowered his head, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, put it in his mouth, and then threw the cigarette box back.
Fang Xiuqi took out a lighter and handed it over. Song Jili waved his hand to refuse, took out his own lighter, lit it, and took a puff.
"You don't even consider the occasion when you speak." Song Jili thought of Chen Cheng who was still there, and put the cigarette back into the ashtray.
Fang Xiuqi didn't understand why he took a sip of wine and put it out. He thought maybe he wasn't used to smoking.
But it’s not surprising. The type that Song Jili smokes is not available on the market. It is specially supplied by the Tobacco Bureau.
Song Jili's next words overturned him.
"Don't smoke in front of your aunt in the future. She can't get used to the smell," he said.
Fang Xiuqi was stunned.
Come on, bro, he didn't smoke, did he? He was the one smoking just now!
None of this matters. Fang Xiuqi's attention was focused on how Song Jili addressed Chen Cheng.
"Uncle, are you serious?"
Even my aunties were called up.
Song Jili glanced at her calmly and said, "How about I go and snatch someone's bride when I have so much free time?"
Fang Xiuqi always thought that Song Jili obeyed the arrangement and agreed to the business marriage in order to be valued by the Song family.
"I remember the blind date party that day. You went back just for the formality..." Fang Xiuqi remembered it clearly.
That week, several people were on vacation at Song Jili's manor. Someone from home came to inform him to go back to attend a blind date party, but he didn't even raise his eyelids. Later, he heard that Song Yeran and his girlfriend were in love, so he was curious about how he would react if he was arranged to go on a blind date, so he went home to join in the fun.
Song Jili raised his eyelids lazily: "Yeah."
Um?
What does um mean?
"Uncle, you must have something to hide. The old man loves to criticize you. You have been working hard to divide the family property. Your brothers understand!" Fang Xiuqi patted his chest, looking as if to say, "I understand you."
Song Jili frowned.
What's not explained clearly? Why do people think that he had no choice but to follow his family's arrangements?
"Are you done with the nonsense?"
Song Jili's eyes seemed to be saying it was time to get out.
Fang Xiuqi showed a sympathetic look: "Second uncle has something to ask me, I will return to Jiangdu next month."
Song Jili couldn't stand Fang Xiuqi's self-conceit and picked up the clean ashtray.
"Get out, right now, get out immediately!" Fang Xiuqi believed that Song Jili could really throw the ashtray at him, so he ran away quickly.
Song Jili called lazily, "Come here."
Fang Xiuqi, who was hiding behind a stone pillar, didn't want to go over, but had to go over. With a look of fearlessness in his eyes, he moved slowly like a snail.
Song Jili pointed to the door and asked, "What will you call me next time?"
Fang Xiuqi immediately said in a flattering tone: "Second Aunt, I know!"
Song Jili put down the expensive ceramic ashtray, clapped his hands, noticed the creased corner of his clothes, patted it, and made sure that his appearance was fine before turning back to the house.
Seeing this, Fang Xiuqi took the opportunity to run away, not daring to stay for another second.
The soundproofing here is good. Chen Cheng can't hear the conversation outside, and she doesn't have the habit of eavesdropping. If she could hear it, Song Jili wouldn't have specially sent her into the house.
The door opened, Chen Cheng looked over, paused for two seconds, and continued to chew slowly, quietly, without making any impolite sounds.
Song Jili didn't know why, but he pulled a stool and sat diagonally opposite Chen Cheng, watching her eat.
After a few minutes, Chen Cheng felt uncomfortable and put down his chopsticks.
"Eat more. I won't look at you." Song Jili served her soup.
Chen Cheng felt embarrassed and didn't want to be looked down upon, so he forced himself to remain calm, pointed at the soup he wanted to drink, and signaled him.
Song Jili can probably figure out Chen Cheng's taste.
I like spicy food and bean products. I don't eat carrots, chopped green onions or cilantro.
I also have a bad habit of always leaving half a bite of food.
Half a mouthful of soup, half a mouthful of water, half a mouthful of rice, but the bowl is never empty.
After Chen Cheng had finished his meal, he put down his chopsticks and sat quietly, blinking his eyes and waiting without any impatience.
"Are you full?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng nodded.
Song Jili asked curiously, "You wouldn't say anything until everyone left the table after you were full?"
Chen Cheng thought for a while, then took out his cell phone and typed in the memo.
"I won't tell you, and I don't want to suddenly interrupt everyone's meal."
"This is a rare occasion. My mother understands me and I always eat by myself and rarely sit at the same table with them."
Song Jili felt a little bit sorry when he saw this.
But Chen Cheng did not have too many emotional fluctuations about this. It was not as if he was calm and didn't care. It was more like he used to care but now he has let it go.
"If you're dining with other people in the future, just tell me if you want to leave." Song Jili paused and said, "You don't have to tell me, just leave. No one dares to say anything anyway."
It is not difficult for him to deal with anyone who talks too much.
Chen Cheng suddenly felt that although Song Jili was a bit of a ruffian, he still had good intentions.
After dinner, Song Jili drove Chen Cheng home and told her what the two families had agreed on.
"It's up to you when to move in, but we have to get the marriage certificate next week."
"If you have any other objections, you can raise them."
Chen Cheng was prepared to listen to his long speech, but when they were almost home, he only said these two sentences.
That's all?
The housekeeper said something different from what she said.
After all, it is a marriage between two families, so some agreements must be signed before the marriage, such as the division of property.
It would be normal to receive a call from Song Jili's attorney and talk to her about post-marital property.
It would be strange if we didn't talk about it.
Chen Cheng got out of the car, and Song Jili was about to start. She walked forward and knocked on the window.
Song Jili rolled down the car window, lowered his head and asked her, "Did you drop something?"
Chen Cheng handed him the phone with the typed message.
Song Jili took it and scanned it quickly.
She asked, "You don't need to do property notarization, and property division?"
"Yes." Song Jili answered quickly.
Chen Cheng raised his hands upward to indicate that he had not received it.
"I'll have the lawyer send it to you tomorrow." Song Jili lowered his eyes and looked at her mobile phone again.
Chen Cheng took the phone back and didn't ask any more questions. He said it had been arranged, so there would definitely be no problem.
It was hard for her to trust someone, but Song Jili's actions made her feel inexplicably at ease.
Only after she entered the house did Sao Baohuang's car drive away.
After leaving the Shen family’s gate, Song Jili parked the car on the roadside of the villa community.
Take out your phone and open your recent contacts.
Song Jili: [The color of your brother's car is so disgusting. ]
Seeing Chen Cheng's subtle expression today, he regretted believing what they said about this color of car that girls would love to death.
It simply ruined his image in Chen Cheng's eyes.
The other party replied quickly and didn't seem busy.
Chen Shixiu: [You came to Beijing North? ]
Song Jili: [Well, let’s get together? ]
Chen Shiyao: [I am in Jiangdu.]
Song Jili: [……]
Chen Shih-tsung added: [Don’t you and my brother have similar interests? ]
Song Jili tried his best to distance himself from the matter: [Don't talk nonsense, he and I don't see eye to eye.]
Chen Shixiu: [Have you changed your ways? ]
Song Jili cursed him for being so ruthless and argued: [Can you use gentler words? You are a diplomat, and you were sent here for the negotiation of a quarrel. ]
Chen Shi-tsui: [How do you know? ]
Song Jili: [……]
I was too lazy to argue with Chen Shixiu to find out the address of Chen Shixiu's brother. I just sent a thank you message, put down my phone, started the car and rushed to the destination.
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After taking a shower, Chen Cheng lay down, opened his phone to check his email, and refreshed it several times to see the emails he didn't expect.
Slightly disappointed.
Think for a long time.
Chen Cheng sent a message to the gallery owner.
Chen Cheng nervously sent a message: [Mr. Qiao, can I trouble you with something? ]
The gallery owner said straightforwardly: "You tell me! Don't be polite to me. Calling me "yours" or "yours" makes me feel uncomfortable. Just call me Xiaoyu or Qiaoyu. We are not much different in age."
It is impossible to feel the other person's mood when chatting across the screen, but after reading this paragraph, Chen Cheng can imagine Qiao Qiaoyu's tone and feel a lot more relaxed: [I want to ask you, do you have the contact information of Professor Zhou of the Oil Painting Department of Jiangdu University? ]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [You mean Mr. Zhou? I have his contact information. What do you want to talk to him about? I can just tell him directly. I have worked with him several times, so we are old acquaintances.]
After all the trouble, Chen Cheng's typing speed has increased: [Actually, I want to learn from him for a while. I heard that he recently opened a seminar and I want to join.]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [Simple.]
Qiao Qiaoyu added: [I can help, but Mr. Zhou is a weird person and might make some requests, so I can’t help with that.]
Chen Cheng only needs one chance to say firmly: [I can do it!]
Two minutes later, Qiao Qiaoyu said again: [I... also have a small request. ]
Chen Cheng: [You say.]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [I really like your paintings. Can you hang them in our gallery? ]
Chen Cheng was in a dilemma.
Her painting style is very distinctive, and she is worried that people who know her will find out.
Qiao Qiaoyu seemed to have sensed it and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry about being found out. Just come up with a pen name. I'm a tight-lipped person and I guarantee that no one will know."
It would be a lie if Chen Cheng said he wasn't moved.
Which painter doesn't hope that his or her paintings can be exhibited in a gallery?
Chen Cheng: [Sure.]
Qiao Qiaoyu was so happy that she sent a voice message: "It's settled then. Are you still in Jiangdu? Oh! I heard that you went back to Beijing North. I have nothing to do this weekend. How about I fly to you and talk to you in person?"
Chen Cheng: [I...may go to Jiangdu soon. See you there.]
The marriage is settled, and there is a high probability that she will leave Jingbei next month.
Qiao Qiaoyu was surprised: "Have you decided on your marriage with the Song family?"
Although Chen Cheng and Qiao Qiaoyu had only known each other for a short time, having only met briefly at the gallery, they got along very well and she did not hide the fact that she came to Jiangdu for a blind date.
[Yes, it’s settled.]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [Second Uncle Song?]
Chen Cheng: [Well, you all call him Second Uncle? ]
Qiao Qiaoyu: [Yes, the Song family is the rich family in Jiangdu, with a solid foundation, and he is also of high status. Although he is young, his status is equal to my father-in-law. You will know it later.]
Qiao Qiaoyu interrupted and replied to Professor Zhou: [I'll give you my phone number. Please find time to contact him after 10 o'clock tomorrow.]
Qiao Qiaoyu returned to the topic: [Song Jili is not bad either, but as for him, how can I describe him…]
Chen Cheng copied Professor Zhou's contact information and saved it to his notes.
Slide the background program and click to enter.
The note stays on the last used page.
Above are the words she called Song Jili tonight. When she read the last sentence, her heart tightened.
"Sweet dreams, Ms. Orange."
If it wasn't written by her, then it was written by Song Jili, who touched her phone tonight.
He was the only one who would call her by strange names.
Chen Cheng was in a daze and switched back to WeChat.
Qiao Qiaoyu sent the latest news: [Hard to figure out, always smiling and playful, hard to guess if he is serious or just joking. ]
Chen Cheng chose the latter.
Maybe Song Jili, like many people, thought her little muteness was quite funny and wanted to tease her.
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