Chapter 24 She hooked her finger around his.
When the Nuanyu Pavilion was built, an open layout was adopted, with one side of the main hall featuring a huge glazed window.
Looking out the window, the night view resembles a giant, dynamic painting.
On moonlit nights, the moonlight will freely stream into the room, casting a bright and clear shadow on the warm jade floor.
Song Yanting is a thoughtful person, but he is absolutely devoted to his friends.
As the host, he took excellent care of his guests.
Xie Chengsui's second elder brother, Xie Jiqing, is a renowned archaeology professor. He came with his wife and daughter. He doesn't like drinking alcohol but prefers tea. Song Yanting had several kinds of good tea prepared for them and also specially prepared toys for the children.
The young men gathered together, which was nothing more than drinking some wine and chatting for a while.
They hardly ever talk about work; at most, they just inquire about each other's emotional well-being.
Song Yanting's younger brother, Song Qiyu, is 27 years old this year. He has reached the age where his family is urging him to get married, but he is not content with stability and wants to play around for a few more years.
"You have no idea how much my old lady nags. She nags me every day and it gives me a headache."
He tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and complained, "My older brother isn't even married yet, and he's already pressuring me to get married."
Song Yanting, the eldest brother, simply smiled.
Song Qiyu continued jokingly, "Brother, I'm doing this to shield you from the gunfire, you have to repay this favor."
Before Song Yanting could speak, Xie Chengsui interjected, "Do you think he doesn't want to get married? Your Song family's old fogies don't agree, so this is the only way..."
Xie Chengsui did not continue speaking.
He drank a few too many drinks today, and his mind is a bit muddled.
Song Qiyu lowered his eyes and smoked, remaining silent.
Everyone present knows that the Song family values social standing, and Song Yanting's girlfriend, Wen Shuyi, comes from an ordinary family, and moreover...
Because of family interference, the two have been entangled for almost six years now.
This was a thorn in Song Yanting's side.
Even friends shouldn't be touched lightly.
Xie Jiqing poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Xie Chengsui.
Xie Chengsui picked up the teacup and gulped it down in two mouthfuls. The aroma of the top-grade Da Hong Pao tea was strong, but he only tasted a slight aftertaste.
It doesn't feel right.
Song Yanting smiled gently as always, "You all know my situation. It's fine to chat about it casually. Don't let me spoil your fun."
Zhao Zonglan, who had been silent, opened his eyes and glanced in Song Yanting's direction. "You're quite composed."
"There's nothing I can do." Song Yanting's smile faded considerably.
Although he is now the head of the Song family, the family is deeply entrenched with many collateral branches, and there is also the obstruction of his parents. If he wants them to acknowledge Wen Shuyi, he can only gradually take control of the entire Song family.
Zhao Zonglan once said that he was not ruthless or decisive enough in his actions, which is why it took so long.
Song Yanting understood what he meant, but he really couldn't bring himself to do it.
Xie Jiqing was the only married person present, and at times he had some say. “As long as two people love each other, no matter how big the difficulties are, they are small things. For people like us, it is really not easy to find someone who truly loves us.”
That's the truth.
What many people love is their money and power, or even their physical appearance.
Some people go through their entire lives without ever meeting someone they truly want to stay with.
In the end, all that's left is fame and fortune.
After hearing this, Song Qiyu thought for a moment and said to himself, "In other words, I need to hurry up and start dating now."
"What if I can't find true love and end up alone? That would be so boring."
He is already worried about his old age.
Xie Jiqing shook her head, not wanting to respond.
At that moment, the door opened, and someone called out, "Young Master Tang."
Tang Shu strode in and tossed his suit jacket to the maid beside him.
His assistant behind him was carrying two bottles of wine.
"Sorry I'm late."
"This mountain road is really hard to drive on at night."
Tang Shu was a very easygoing person with a bit of a roguish charm.
The Tang family is engaged in overseas trade, and their focus in the past two years has been on maritime logistics. They are currently developing shipping routes to Western Europe.
Tang Shu is the main person in charge; he just returned from Ireland yesterday.
He had just sat down when he saw Zhao Zonglan answer a phone call and instruct Chang An to get his coat.
They are leaving.
"Hey? Fifth Brother, what's wrong? You're leaving as soon as I arrive?"
"That's a bit hurtful."
Tang Shu dragged out a deliberately disgusting tone, then covered his chest, pretending to be very hurt.
Zhao Zonglan took the coat Chang An handed him, glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Go pick them up."
Song Qiyu paused in his act of putting a cigarette in his mouth. "Who is so important that you have to pick them up in person?"
Even some of them might not have such an honor.
Zhao Zonglan didn't say anything, turned around and left.
Xie Chengsui leaned back in his chair and casually remarked, "That's a very important guest."
Song Qiyu raised an eyebrow: "Is this the one who was carried off the bus in the legend?"
I didn't see him when I came in the afternoon; I only heard about him from others.
When Mr. Zhao got out of the car, he was carrying a girl in his arms and had covered her completely with his coat, as if he was afraid that others would see her.
Xie Chengsui didn't reply, but raised an eyebrow and lifted his wine glass.
Song Qiyu chuckled softly, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Tang Shu couldn't quite understand what they were saying, and the feeling of being inexplicably isolated made him very unhappy.
He couldn't hold back any longer and broke down: "You two are exchanging glances, ugh, disgusting."
As the only married person and the oldest person present, Xie Jiqing acted as an elder, patted him on the shoulder, and thoughtfully advised, "Come earlier next time."
Tang Shu: "..."
Song Yanting did not participate in their conversation; he was always meticulous and thoughtful in his work.
If Miss Shen were to come, the room would be full of men, which might frighten her, so Nanfeng was instructed to invite Wen Shuyi and Song Yu.
Xie Jiqing's wife, Lin Letang, was with her child, so it was late at night, and we decided not to disturb them.
-
Shen Jingni looked at the Christmas tree in the central courtyard for a while, and then noticed the plum blossoms not far away. The flowers had a hazy halo under the light of the lanterns, and the petals looked like twinkling stars, with a faint fragrance wafting in the air.
She reached out to pluck it, but couldn't reach the one that was in full bloom.
I tried to tiptoe several times but couldn't reach it. In desperation, I jumped twice, but it was still in vain.
Shen Jingni was somewhat frustrated.
Zhao Zonglan saw her from afar as she went to pick plum blossoms, skipping and hopping, probably because she had rested well in the afternoon and was now full of energy.
"Which one do you want?" He approached and, unusually patiently, asked for her opinion.
Upon hearing his voice, Shen Jingni pointed diagonally upwards: "I want the one that blooms the most beautifully."
Only the most beautiful are worthy of being called fairies.
Zhao Zonglan was tall and had long legs. He tilted his head slightly, his well-defined fingers touching the plum blossom branch, about to break it off, when he heard her say, "I suddenly don't want it anymore."
He frowned and looked down at her.
"Let it stay on the tree. It's so beautiful, it would be a shame to break it off."
Shen Jingni suddenly felt sentimental and a little reluctant to part with it.
But Zhao Zonglan still broke off that plum blossom branch.
He casually handed it to Chang An behind him, his voice as indifferent as ever, "There's nothing to regret."
If you want something, you have to be willing to do whatever it takes, regardless of the consequences.
Shen Jingni pouted. She thought to herself, "Capitalists can't possibly empathize with me."
Sharing a bed is fine.
She didn't pay much attention to the plum blossom, but she did think about what happened that afternoon.
She grabbed the corner of his coat and began to question him somewhat uneasily, "Zhao Zonglan, why didn't you wake me up back then? How embarrassing!"
"It's not shameful."
In Zhao Zonglan's view, this was not something worth mentioning, let alone something shameful.
He held Shen Jingni's hand; he had long legs and big strides, so it was a bit difficult for her to keep up.
She could only hurry along, reluctantly following, muttering, "But others will think I'm being impolite."
"Nobody dares to think that way."
Shen Jingni: "..." Okay.
Since Mr. Zhao is so arrogant, she has no reason to be pretentious.
A moment later, she started yelling again, "Hey Zhao Zonglan, slow down! I'm wearing high heels."
I can hardly keep up.
Zhao Zonglan frowned, finding the little thing too troublesome and too delicate.
Seeing his cold face, she hooked her finger around his and moved it slightly, trying to please him.
Zhao Zonglan's brows slowly relaxed.
In the end, they slowed down.
At this moment, a few people stood watching in front of the glazed window of Nuanyu Pavilion.
Tang Shu and Song Qiyu stood at the very front.
They saw Zhao Zonglan leading a girl towards Nuanyu Pavilion. Because of the dim light, they couldn't see her face clearly, but the girl had a very good figure and seemed a little unwilling.
Zhao Zonglan never had a woman in his life.
This scene was a devastating blow to both of them.
Why is it described as a heavy blow?
Even the iron tree that has stood for millennia has blossomed, while they remain single.
This is not scientific.
Where did this beauty come from to catch Zhao Zonglan's eye?
Xie Chengsui, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, patted the two men on the shoulder with a smile.
Xie Jiqing, who is married, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "Don't be discouraged, maybe something will fall from the sky."
Tang Shu: "..." Xie Er, who are you looking down on?
Song Qiyu: "..." speechless.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
