The entire restaurant was booked, with only one table of guests inside.
Su Junchi had arrived early, and next to him sat Su Zhiyao, who was dressed up carefully.
"Dad, I want to go to the bathroom first." Su Zhiyao was a little nervous and wanted to check her makeup. After all, that woman's daughter should be good-looking, and she couldn't be outdone.
"Yeah. Go ahead." Su Junchi nodded, stroking the Buddhist beads on his wrist, with no expression.
Less than a minute after Su Zhiyao left, the sound of high heels clattering on the floor could be heard in the hall.
"Uncle Su, I'm sorry, I'm late and kept you waiting." Nanxi walked over generously with a polite smile on her face.
Today she was wearing a crimson shantung silk cheongsam with pure handmade embroidery and a high-end cold white pearl necklace, which made her look elegant and dignified.
Su Jun was dazed for a moment.
"Xixi, is what you are wearing Yun'er's clothes?" He remembered that he had seen this cheongsam many years ago on her birthday.
"Yes," Nanxi nodded. "I have carefully kept my mother's cheongsam. When I came to Yangon, I brought it from Yuncheng. The embroidery on this dress was hand-embroidered by my grandmother. I like it very much."
Nanxi smiled and said, "Uncle Su, you have a really good memory."
Su Junchi shook his head. "I had no choice. My family was poor when I was little, and the only way I could get out was by studying. So I studied like crazy, and my memory was forced out of me."
"That's because you're really good. So many people work so hard, but how many can make it? And those who can achieve as much as you are even rarer."
"Hahaha, you are even more talkative than your mother." Su Junchi was relieved by her words and took out the scroll beside him.
"Xixi, come and take a look. This is the painting your mother gave me. Now I'm giving it to you."
The one-foot square painting was gently unfolded, with a golden base. The Buddha had his eyes closed, looking solemn and compassionate.
Nanxi saw the signature in small regular script at a glance. It was her mother's handwriting, which captured the charm of Lingfei and had ancient meaning. Even her grandfather often praised her calligraphy.
"Thank you, Uncle Su. This is too precious to me." Nanxi took it with both hands, carefully put it away, pursed her lips,
"I thought I would never see my mother's paintings again. Thank you so much, Uncle Su."
Su Junchi sighed, "I was the one who taught your mother how to paint. Your father must be very bothered by it. He wouldn't keep it."
"Okay, Xixi, those are things of the past, let's not talk about them anymore." Su Junchi adjusted his expression and then said,
"Do you plan to develop in Yangon in the future? Will you return to China?"
"I--" Nanxi was about to speak when she saw Su Zhiyao walking behind Su Junchi. She suddenly reacted and her face changed drastically.
Su Junchi naturally noticed her expression, frowned, and looked in the direction she was looking. "What's wrong?"
Seeing that it was Su Zhiyao, she smiled and said, "She is my daughter Yaoyao. In terms of age, she is a little older than you."
"She is your daughter?" Nanxi asked again to confirm.
"Yes. She's my adopted daughter."
The woman opposite turned pale instantly when she heard this.
Balu said that Zhan Peng sacrificed his dignity and almost lost his wife and children just to lure out the man behind Su Zhiyao. However, he had been led by the nose for so long and had no clue at all.
Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, the biggest drug lord in Southeast Asia, the biggest enemy of her husband, turned out to be this hypocritical man in front of her, and also her mother's first love.
No wonder, no wonder my mother would rather leave him even if it means bearing the blame.
"It's you?" Su Zhiyao didn't expect that the world is so small and she would meet this woman here again.
"Dad, it's her. This woman is Zhan Peng's wife. She beat me. I want to kill her." Su Zhiyao couldn't control her emotions for a moment. She stretched out her hand to grab the gun in Ananda's hand, but was held down by the other party.
"Miss, please calm down."
"Yao'er." Su Junchi's voice was cold and stern, and his black eyes were dangerous and scary.
Su Zhiyao was stunned. She pursed her lips and walked to Su Junchi, saying aggrievedly, "Dad"
Nanxi's beautiful eyes moved, she took a deep breath, and then snorted coldly.
"I really didn't expect that Uncle Su, a gentleman, would actually raise a daughter who would become a mistress and steal someone else's husband."
Su Junchi's face flashed with nervousness, "Xixi..."
"What are you talking about? Zhan Peng doesn't love you at all. He said that the person he loves is me—"
Snap——
Before Su Zhiyao could finish her words, Su Junchi slapped her in the face with his backhand. The sound shook the entire hall. Even Nanxi on the opposite side did not expect that he would actually take action.
"Dad..." Su Zhiyao covered her face, her voice choked with sobs, and cried out in grievance.
"Apologize." The angry man seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
Su Zhiyao was awakened by the slap and finally realized the situation.
No matter how favored a tool is, it is just a tool. At most, it is a favored thing. How dare she be so unscrupulous?
She bit her lip, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then bowed to Nanxi, "I'm sorry."
"Get out." Su Junchi spoke again.
Su Zhiyao felt as if she had been pardoned and ran out crying.
"Xixi." Su Junchi's Adam's apple moved, and he didn't know how to start for a moment.
"Mr. Su, I have something to do and can't have dinner with you. Take your time eating." After Nan Xi said this, she stood up and was about to leave.
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