This question completely confused Sang Tianen. She took several seconds to react before looking at Yan Zheng with the expression of an old man on the subway checking his phone: "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"
Yan Zheng squeezed his hands and spoke again: "Are you a rich second generation?"
"Did something happen to you?" Sang Tianen stood up slightly, raised his hand to touch Yan Zheng's head, then touched his own, and asked doubtfully, "You don't have a fever."
"Don't change the subject." Yan Zheng looked at her angrily. Sang Tianen was like this, whenever she didn't want to answer a question, she would change the subject.
Sang Tianen looked at him bewilderedly and asked, "What happened? Why are you asking?"
"You just need to answer me yes or no." Yan Zheng emphasized.
"No." Sang Tianen gave him a straightforward answer.
Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long before it was lifted up again. He raised his eyelids and stared at her suspiciously: "You really didn't lie to me?"
Sang Tianen was annoyed by the question and frowned, "I already told you it wasn't true. Why would I lie to you about this?"
Yan Zheng pursed his lips and said nothing. After a while, he fluttered his eyelids and whispered, "Sorry."
"What happened just now? Why are you asking me such a question? If I were a rich second-generation, I would just lie in bed and wait for death. How could I work overtime in Qi Tian every day?" Sang Tianen scoffed at Yan Zheng's guess.
Seeing her chin up and her chest heaving, Yan Zheng knew she was angry because of his doubts. He panicked and immediately hugged her waist, rubbing his head against her chin, and said softly, "Don't be angry, I was wrong."
Sang Tianen stared at him with his eyes downcast, unmoved by his beauty tricks: "You haven't answered my question yet."
Of course, Yan Zheng couldn't reveal Nan Tian's whereabouts, so he made up an excuse and said, "You only get 17,000 yuan a month in salary, but you are so generous to me, so I..."
"So you think I'm a rich second-generation?" Sang Tianen continued what he said.
Yan Zheng nodded. Sang Tianen pinched his face and said with a half-smile, "So do you hope that I'm a rich second-generation or not?"
"If you were a rich man, I'd be with you. If you weren't, I'd also be with you. I'm willing to be with you because it's you."
After hearing these words, Sang Tianen was confused, but she understood the meaning of the words. It turned out that he liked her as a person.
Everyone likes to be flattered, praised and needed, and Sang Tianen is no exception. Whether these words are true or false, she took them seriously.
"Yan Zheng, be honest with me, how many romances have you had? You can say sweet words so easily." Sang Tianen touched the smooth skin on his face, reluctant to let go.
"Every word I say to you is true." Yan Zheng held her hand, his expression extremely serious.
Sang Tianen stared at him with raised eyebrows, as if trying to discern the truth in his words. Just then, there was a knock on the door: "Ms. Sang, Mr. Yan, the plane is about to take off. Please follow me."
The two stood up from the sofa, picked up their bags and walked out of the lounge. There was a special car parked downstairs in the terminal building. There were already several people sitting in it, two half-grown children, an old man and a young man. It seemed that they were going to the Divine Island for vacation.
She knew the old man Sang Tianen, who was Zhou Feiyu's father. She had lived in Zhou Feiyu's apartment for a while during the summer vacation of her junior year. The two had met many times and were considered acquaintances.
The old man is in good spirits and his face is well maintained, no different from a few years ago. He looks like a man in his thirties or forties.
Sang Tianen smiled and walked up to him and greeted him: "Hello, Uncle Xia."
Xia Baichuan stood up and looked Sang Tianen up and down and said, "The last time I saw you was five years ago. I didn't expect so many years to pass by."
"Yeah, I was really surprised to see my uncle just now. He hasn't changed at all, and his demeanor is still the same."
Xia Baichuan immediately smiled, looked behind Sang Tianen and asked, "Is this your boyfriend?"
"Yes." Sang Tianen turned around and took Yan Zheng's hand and said, "This is Uncle Xia, the father of my old classmate."
Yan Zheng followed suit and called out "Uncle Xia". Xia Baichuan nodded to him, took off a bracelet from his hand and handed it to him, saying, "Uncle also decided to go out and play at the last minute, and didn't bring any gifts. You can take this bracelet."
Yan Zheng was surprised by his actions. He originally thought that just saying hello would be enough, but he didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic and even wanted to give him a gift. This made him feel very nervous. He politely refused while glancing at Sang Tianen's face out of the corner of his eye.
"Uncle Xia, my boyfriend is very timid. Don't scare him with such a valuable jade bracelet." Sang Tianen did not help Yan Zheng out of the predicament, but instead made a joke beside him.
"You kid." Xia Baichuan glared at her. "It's just a bracelet, how can it be so valuable? This boy is really good. I just like good-looking children. Take it."
Sang Tianen gave Yan Zheng a look, and Yan Zheng no longer refused. He accepted the hot gift and whispered, "Thank you, uncle!"
At this time, the driver in the front row said gently: "Sir, it's time to leave."
Xia Baichuan sat back in his original seat and at the same time pulled Sang Tianen to the seat next to him. Yan Zheng was just about to find an empty seat when Zhou Feiyu's cousin Zhou Feiyang called over: "Little brother, come and sit here."
Yan Zheng paused, gritted his teeth, and walked over with his head held high.
He himself is not a particularly sociable person, and he was able to sit in his current position because of his excellent professional qualities. Otherwise, as a man, how could he make the group of women under him obey him.
Apart from necessary social skills, technology is his only survival skill. He can barely cope with daily social engagements, but his current situation makes him at a loss.
The twists and turns of these rich people were not something that people of his class could fathom, but since Sang Tianen could leave it aside, he must have thought there was no problem with it. Thinking of this, Yan Zheng calmed down and walked over steadily.
The car started slowly. Zhou Feiyang, who was standing beside him, looked at Yan Zheng with a smile and said, "Little brother, don't be so nervous."
Yan Zheng looked at the man in front of him with exquisite makeup and felt funny. It was not certain who was calling whom as his younger brother. The man was probably only about 27 or 28 years old at most.
"Don't call me that. I'm already over 30 years old." Yan Zheng said slowly.
The other person's mouth opened slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was well-educated and quickly returned to his previous smiling face: "How rude."
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