He had prepared the house long ago. Knowing he was going to bring her over, Gu Tingzhi naturally prepared all the necessary household items well in advance.
Not to mention clothes, she has a ton of shoes, bags and skincare products at home. She hasn't been here long and hasn't worn many clothes. There are still a bunch of unworn clothes in her walk-in closet.
Gu Tingzhi looked at the clothes she was wearing. He had personally picked them out, and they looked really good on her. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. Gu Tingzhi was very happy.
"Shopping is for your enjoyment. Besides, you don't necessarily have to be in need of clothes to buy anything. If you like something, just buy it."
The car started and we went to a nearby shopping mall. Of course, the first thing we did was have lunch.
Previously, they always ate Chinese food at home, but this time it was a Western restaurant. When the steak was served, Meng Fuyan cut off a piece and put it in her mouth.
"How are you? Are you settling in?"
Meng Fuyan nodded. "The taste is not bad. It's okay to eat it occasionally."
"dislike?"
Meng Fuyan laughed and said, "I'm not used to eating these undercooked dishes. I prefer braised beef and big bones!"
Gu Tingzhi chuckled, genuinely feeling that this young girl's way of thinking was quite different from most people's. In her previous life, she didn't really like Western things, and even seemed to look down on them somewhat.
In the 1980s and 90s, as China opened up, many people learned about the development of foreign countries, and the status of returnees rose steadily. Admiring the West almost became a trend. For a long time, if you went to a Western restaurant and didn't know how to use a knife and fork, you would be considered a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
She, despite being very wealthy, rarely goes to Western restaurants and prefers Chinese food. She thinks Western food is too primitive, undercooked, and unhealthy. She believes that this kind of food has been eaten since the Han Dynasty in China, and it was only eaten when resources were scarce and cooking skills were limited.
Some Western restaurants like to create a lot of so-called rituals, with plates getting bigger and bigger, but the portions of food getting smaller and smaller. Two pieces of meat and a few leafy greens are too empty, so they just spread some sauce on the side.
Every time this girl sees it, she rolls her eyes and complains that she's not getting enough to eat.
Perhaps it's because she received so much love from a young age that she has such a strong core and abundant self-confidence that she can't be easily brainwashed by ordinary things.
"It's fine to try something new occasionally. The steaks in upscale restaurants are pretty good, but at home, you can have whatever you want to eat."
That's true!
Meng Fuyan was in a good mood, but not very hungry. She ate a piece of steak and drank some juice, then stopped eating. Gu Tingzhi had a much larger appetite than her, so Meng Fuyan said, "You keep eating, I'm going to the restroom."
The restaurant was crowded at the time, and a black-haired, black-eyed Asian girl suddenly appeared among a group of blondes and blue-eyed people, which attracted a lot of attention.
When beauty reaches its peak, there is no difference in aesthetic standards; truly beautiful people, whether from the East or the West, will be considered beautiful.
As Meng Fuyan walked along, everyone's eyes followed her, and naturally, she also caught the attention of some people.
When she came out of the bathroom, there were already people waiting for her in the hallway around the corner.
He was dressed in a flashy outfit: high-waisted pants, platform shoes, a floral shirt, a black leather jacket, and a very eye-catching belt.
This outfit...
Meng Fuyan racked her brains. It seemed that these elements were indeed popular in America in the 1970s, but she didn't know exactly when they became popular. Could it be that they were already so fashionable in the early 1970s?
He looks a bit like a young, energetic guy from China. I wonder if the non-mainstream generation of the 90s has been influenced by this kind of aesthetic.
The man was accompanied by several bodyguards, who were quite large, but he himself was not very tall. He had black hair, white skin, and his face suggested he was of mixed race.
The young man in his early twenties looked at Meng Fuyan with disdain, sizing her up and down. He was amazed by her beauty, but then his gaze was overwhelmed, followed by condescending disdain.
He swaggered up to Meng Fuyan, blocking her path with his bodyguards, and spoke arrogantly to her, "Oh! A beautiful little girl, but unfortunately a lowly Chinese. Little beauty, I'm a rich man here. Follow me, and you won't have to go back to that poor and backward place, okay?"
This tone is neither Chinese nor Western, it's quite incongruous.
Meng Fuyan looked at his face carefully, and as she got closer, she could see it more clearly. She seemed to remember who this guy was.
She had seen it in the newspaper in her previous life, many years later. The reason this guy died was quite bizarre; he was killed by the authorities because he had assassinated the president.
He was born into a large American conglomerate, but he had little status. His mother was Chinese and was not his father's legal wife. Because of this, his family eventually went bankrupt.
When she saw the news, she discussed it with Gu Tingzhi, saying that this guy was like an unfavored illegitimate son in ancient times, who was severely persecuted by his family. He wanted to take revenge but had no ability to do so, so he went to assassinate the emperor, directly exterminating his entire family, leaving no one alive.
Gu Tingzhi laughed at the time, saying that she had a rich imagination.
So this is the guy!
Meng Fuyan curled her lips into a smile, "Are you very rich?"
Someone patted his chest and said, "Of course, I'm extremely rich. Here, I'm a tycoon, from a powerful family, a noble white person, you understand?"
Meng Fuyan glanced at his not-so-fair skin, smiled, and said nothing.
The kid was a little annoyed, frowning. "Why aren't you saying anything? I've already given you a chance, why aren't you coming over to curry favor with me?"
Meng Fuyan: "..."
"Get out of the way!" Meng Fuyan's tone was not pleasant.
The fact that a young Chinese girl dared to throw a tantrum at him infuriated this spoiled brat, but before he could explode, he was interrupted by another voice.
Still a young man, his voice tinged with obvious shock, "Oh my god, Meng, it really is you!"
With blond hair and blue eyes, and dressed in a suit, he was much more pleasing to the eye than the immature teenager in front of him.
However, he has a very noticeable scar on his right cheek, which runs from the corner of his eye all the way down to his chin, greatly detracting from his appearance.
If it weren't for this scar, he would have been a very handsome young man. What a pity.
When Meng Fuyan saw him, her eyes lit up – a fat sheep!
Fat sheep!
A bright smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she went straight to meet him.
"Wilson, my God, I'm so lucky to have met you here."
Wilson came up and hugged Meng Fuyan, looking at the girl in front of him with great surprise. "When I saw you four years ago, you were still a little girl. You've grown up so fast. I haven't been to China for years. What brings you here? Did you come with your mother to discuss business?"
Four years ago, before Meng Suqin got into trouble in China, she met this man with her mother. At that time, he was doing business in China, and her mother often received orders from him.
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