Zheng Family Mansion
"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng?"
Zheng Cheng narrowed his eyes and finally saw Xiao Ming lying on the edge of the sofa.
"Didn't I tell you not to come today?" Zheng Cheng rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up, his temples swollen.
I'm so annoyed. I was already annoyed because I had to meet Mr. Zheng today, and I had a lot of messy dreams all night.
"I'm just worried. Look at you, you're sweating all over. Are you having a nightmare again?" Xiao Ming handed over a tissue. "You really don't need me to take you there?"
"No, go back and rest. You won't be paid for coming today."
Zheng Cheng didn't take the tissue. He turned his joints which were stiff from the nightmare, slowly put on his slippers, and walked straight to the elevator.
"If you haven't had breakfast, ask the servants to eat before you leave. Tell them I don't want to eat anymore and I have no appetite." The voice floated over from near the simple elevator.
"Okay, I'm going to do some things in the morning. Call me if you need anything!" Xiao Ming chased to the stairs, smiled and waved to his boss who was standing in the elevator.
The elevator rose slowly. Zheng Cheng rubbed his temples and almost laughed out loud when he saw Xiao Ming, who was as enthusiastic as if he was seeing him off at the airport. He managed to hold back his laughter and waved at him impatiently.
Summer is the least annoying season for the sycamore tree.
Zheng Cheng hated the sycamore tree the most. The reason why the French Concession loved to plant this kind of tree was simply because they were attracted by its ability to grow and provide continuous shade in a few months.
The branches of the plane trees on both sides of the road can be connected into one in two seasons, and the entire Xinhui Road has become a plane tree tunnel. This section is full of passers-by who come to check in in fancy clothes.
The envy of others is what Zheng Cheng hates most in his daily life.
Everyone in Shanghai knows that a one-bedroom apartment on the side of Xinhui Road can easily cost tens of millions, and anyone who can own a house in the Wutong Tunnel must be worth over 100 million.
The Zheng Family Mansion is located in the center of Xinhui Road, right in the middle of the century-old plane trees. It is a historical protected building that even the municipal planning dare not touch, and it is truly a quiet place in the bustling city.
It's unknown how many connections Zheng Yuan had to pull to buy this old house. Zheng Cheng only knew that Zheng Yuan was extremely proud of this house, feeling that he had finally done justice to his ancestors who had worked so hard in Shanghai.
Pretend to be rich.
Walking along the towering wall to the main gate, Zheng Cheng quietly walked into the slowly opening metal gate.
"Mr. Cheng is back. Did you get wet in the rain?" Old Chen was wiping the car and bowed to him when he saw him.
"Uncle Chen, no, the rain stopped as soon as I got off the car," Zheng Cheng replied, then casually asked, "Are we all there yet?"
"Mr. Lu stayed here last night, and Miss Miao came this morning. Now, only Miss Si is missing." Old Chen answered concisely.
There are four children in the Zheng family, and now three of them are here.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. You're still wiping the car on a rainy day. It'll be wet again soon." Zheng Cheng smiled at him and walked into the house.
"It's the master's rule, it's my duty." Old Chen also smiled and continued to wipe the Phantom, which had no water stains left.
Zheng Yuan loved to set these useless rules: no water droplets on the car when it was out, and after reaching adulthood, they were not allowed to be called "young master" but rather "Mr." or "Miss" with their given name, demanding they be independent. In this family, he was the only one who would always be "Master."
"Mr. Cheng is here." Aunt Zhang heard the noise outside the door, opened the door on her own initiative, and greeted him warmly.
"Auntie Zhang, are you feeling better?" Zheng Cheng was always enthusiastic when he saw Auntie Zhang, and he curled his lips to reveal his first smile of the day.
"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Aunt Zhang patted her lower back, smiled and quietly added, "I've watched all of Mr. Cheng's videos and liked every one of them."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang. You're probably the only one in this house who liked this." Zheng Cheng smiled at her. "Please make me a cup of coffee later. I want it iced."
"Yes." Aunt Zhang didn't say anything else, but tears welled up in her eyes. Zheng Cheng lowered his head and pretended not to see.
When he was 12, he was sent back to the mansion by Interpol and was taken care of by Zhang Ma for a long time. He was suffering from traumatic stress at the time and could not speak or move. Every day, Zhang Ma fed him one mouthful at a time.
It's not that he has no feelings for Zhang Ma, but seeing her wiping her tears, Zheng Cheng just felt annoyed.
The requirements for a useless person like me are so low.
Walking on the mosaic marble floor, Zheng Cheng walked silently with his head down.
After passing the stairs and the kitchen, Zheng Cheng admired Zheng Yuanxin's calligraphy and paintings in the front hall for a while, then turned right into the reception room.
The reception room used to be a foreign dance hall. The two-story dome and crystal chandeliers all exude a sense of age, and there is also an antique grand piano in the corner.
Standing in front of the piano and looking up, you can see the vaulted corridor on the second floor - when he was a child, Zheng Cheng often peeked through the railings to watch his parents receiving guests.
"Chengcheng is here?" The eldest sister Zheng Miao did not sit on the sofa. She sat alone on the piano bench, watching the birds in the backyard.
"Sister." Zheng Cheng called lazily, then lay down on the sofa, covered himself with the cushions, and closed his eyes.
"Oh, it's like I'm jet-lagged." Zheng Miao complained, but gestured to the servant at the door. The servant understood and went to get a blanket for Zheng Cheng.
"I didn't sleep well." Zheng Cheng lazily took the blanket and covered his stomach without even opening his eyes.
"Insomnia again?" Zheng Miao asked with concern, "Why can't you get rid of this problem?"
"It's okay, I can just make do with it." Zheng Cheng said stubbornly.
Zheng Cheng hasn't had a full night's sleep since he was 12. Any sleep aid is torture for him.
His symptoms have been so severe lately that he can only take a nap on the sofa while his assistant Xiao Ming is editing a video.
Xiao Ming is considerate and will take the initiative to care about him, but he is an employee after all, not a caregiver, and he still has to have his own life.
Not wanting to draw his elder sister's attention to himself, Zheng Cheng turned over and asked, "What's going on in Nanjiang Road recently? The quality of breakfast has declined significantly."
"What are you doing there? Your tongue is your weapon." Zheng Miao sat down on the sofa next to him, glanced at the second floor, and whispered to him, "Your eldest brother has changed suppliers."
"I knew it. He learned from the Americans how to reduce costs and increase efficiency. Don't ruin our reputation." Zheng Cheng noticed Zheng Miao's actions and deliberately raised his voice.
The iced coffee was served in a carved glass cup with a long stainless steel plate underneath. Aunt Zhang placed it on the coffee table very carefully, and it still made a crisp sound when it hit the marble table top.
"Hey, Aunt Zhang, you can make iced coffee? Make me a cup too." A male voice came from the corridor upstairs.
As expected, I was eavesdropping upstairs, my villain Zheng Lu. Zheng Cheng closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Zheng You came downstairs and saw two cookies and soft candies on Zhang Ma's stainless steel plate. He laughed and scolded her, "Zhang Ma, Cheng Cheng is already 20 years old. He wants to eat soft candies with his coffee? Just spoil him."
"Who said they wanted it just now? You're the one who never grows up." Zheng Cheng glared at Zheng You angrily as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Mr. Cheng and Mr. Lu, no matter how old they are, they are still children in my heart." Aunt Zhang said happily, "I'll make it for you too."
"Okay, the master will be here soon, so let's get ready according to the old rules." Zheng Liu said.
Zheng Cheng didn't want Zheng Yuan to see him like this, so he rubbed his eyes, sat up reluctantly, and combed his hair back.
"Oh, sleep well. Dad won't say anything to you." Zheng Miao found it funny to see him busying around for a long time.
"No, I'm busy." Zheng Cheng took out his mobile phone, opened D station and logged in, and received 99+ likes.
Xiao Ming's filming and editing are getting smoother and smoother, and the like-read ratio is higher. A glance at the comments is also full of praise:
【Ahhhhh, this profile is amazing】
【I want to eat it too】
If Master Guan Er were to accompany me, I would even eat Gou Shi.
[Hahahahaha, Gou Shi, eat by yourself, and Master, come with me to the banquet.]
[Baby Guan Guan, lie in my arms! I'll feed you! !]
That's enough. Zheng Cheng secretly laughed at the mess of comments.
It’s still fun to be a blogger. What’s so proud about inheriting the family business?
"Chengcheng, you just said you wanted to have breakfast at Nanjiang Road? Why not go to West Nanjiang Road? There are only tourists from other places on East Nanjiang Road." Zheng Lu's unyielding attitude once again disrupted Zheng Cheng's good mood.
"That's right. Forsythe on West Nanjiang Road is our normal level. Don't try to stick with the poor." Zheng Miao chimed in.
"Don't tell him. He doesn't deal with these things and can't tell the difference." Zheng Lu waved his hand and pretended to be magnanimous.
How could I not tell the difference? Zheng Cheng raised his eyelids.
Forsyth is a luxury hotel owned by the Zheng family - Yuanlv Group.
In the Shanghai headquarters, there is one restaurant at each end of Nanjiang Road. Nanjiang East Road is close to the Bund scenic area and has a large flow of people for breakfast, so Zheng Liu thought that the customers didn’t understand and deliberately found a cheaper supplier.
Zheng Cheng tasted it himself and immediately threw the plate and left.
When had the Zheng family ever talked about being stingy and saving profits in business? Zheng Lu, this stepson, didn't understand the essence of the Zheng family at all and would only ruin Forsyte's reputation.
"I went to the river beach to shoot a video. I arrived early and wanted to finish it quickly, but who knew that I would step on a landmine even in my own territory." Zheng Cheng took a sip of iced American coffee and suppressed his anger a little.
Homemade beans are still the best. The limited edition ice drip on Wujiang Road can’t compare to Zhang Ma’s hand-brewed brew with ice cubes.
"Are you still filming the video?" Zheng Liu also got the coffee, but after taking a sip, he frowned and went to get the candy.
"Well, 90,000 followers now." Zheng Cheng stirred his coffee with a straw and pretended to be nonchalant. "If I don't update, the fans will ask for more, so I'll just keep filming."
"Yeah, people nowadays love to watch these things." His dear elder sister also echoed.
Yes, you have never seen it. Zheng Cheng glanced at the two people and exchanged glances. They tacitly stopped talking for fear of being exposed.
"Oh~ 90,000 fans, then our Chengcheng is really amazing." Zheng Liu praised with a curled mouth.
What are we, who are we and who are you?
As usual, Zheng Cheng pretended not to notice their hypocrisy and ignored the insincere compliment.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zheng Lu sighed and stopped accommodating him. He discussed the overseas Forsythe business with Zheng Miao.
No one talked about the family business openly, but no one let Zheng Cheng interfere. Even though everyone knew that he chose hotel management as his major in college and praised his GPA of 4.0, they still treated him like a child.
On the contrary, everyone was relieved when they heard that he had dropped out of school.
Humph, why?
Zheng Cheng tilted his head, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and dozed off, listening to them discuss the new hotel plan. He felt like there was a cat entangled in toilet paper in his heart, with paper scraps and cat hair flying everywhere.
The slam of a door and the frantic clatter of footsteps filled the old house with activity. A cheerful female voice, full of energy, was like a summer firework, unafraid of the scorching heat, burning brightly on its own: "I'm back! It's so stuffy outside! Aunt Zhang, I want an iced Coke!"
"Oh, Sisi is here!" Zheng Miao, who was at a loss, immediately changed her expression, stood up, and opened her arms to welcome her lovely little sister.
"Sister!" Zheng Sisi saw her sister coming over and rushed over enthusiastically, "The new dress fits me so well. If you wear it, I should wear it too."
You liar, Zheng Cheng curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Zheng Sisi's long legs with well-proportioned muscles under her cycling pants: She obviously hates wearing skirts the most.
"Sisi, can I hug you too?" Seeing them being intimate, Zheng Lu also stretched out his arms and pretended to tease her.
"Hey, brother, what are you doing? Go away, you stinky man!" Sisi pulled Zheng Miao, and the two of them started laughing and dodging each other.
Sisi is 18 years old this year. In the past 18 years, she has met and spent time with the two of them for a maximum of 5 years, 3 of which were when she lived with Zheng Miao in Australia to attend university.
His acting skills have improved a lot. He will be a good actor in the future. Zheng Cheng straightened his crooked body.
"Brother Chengcheng!"
Before Zheng Cheng could react, the girl rushed towards him, leaned on his shoulders and hugged his waist.
Not used to her half-hearted enthusiasm, Zheng Cheng could only reluctantly pat her on the back.
"Because you are biased, Sisi, Chengcheng is not a bad man?" Zheng Lu put down his empty hands and joked in a seemingly generous manner.
"Of course not, Brother Chengcheng smells great." Zheng Sisi took a deep breath on Zheng Cheng's shoulder and smiled sweetly, "In the entire wealthy circle of Shanghai, all men smell like cedar cologne, but my brother's citrus scent is the best."
"That's because your brother doesn't like woody tones." Zheng Cheng tapped Zheng Sisi's nose and smiled.
Sisi's preference for him was obvious. The summers they spent together, the empty house, the lonely child, and the simple laughter that gave birth to the purest friendship. No matter how much her older brothers and sisters spoiled her, Zheng Cheng always came first.
So Zheng Cheng couldn't hate Sisi. In that summer when he needed care the most, she was the only relative who appeared in his memory.
"Zheng Sisi, you're a grown-up girl now, stop hugging your brother."
A majestic male voice sounded, startling Zheng Sisi and causing her to stand up hurriedly.
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