Chapter 149
The party was as noisy as ever.
Shao Qinghe was among the crowd, with his slender knuckles resting on the champagne glass, tapping it lightly from time to time.
A business veteran was chattering on, boasting about how wise and decisive he was. He listened absent-mindedly, nodding occasionally.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman in a long skirt approaching quietly.
This kind of silent approach has never stopped since the banquet began. Shao Qinghe frowned, turned his head indifferently, and looked away before the woman approached.
However, the ink-colored skirt appeared in sight again.
Shao Qinghe had a cold face and looked up impatiently, but was stunned.
The string orchestra was playing "Canon" and the cello was chasing the sound of the violin, lingering and melodious. Under the crystal chandelier was a familiar figure, with fluttering skirts and a bright smile.
Chen Lanjun stood in the light with a gentle look.
Her gaze flowed over his body like cool summer water. For a moment, the noisy banquet seemed to have become an oasis.
After staring at each other for two seconds, he put the champagne glass in his hand on the waiter's tray, said "Excuse me", and strode forward.
Two steps away from her, Shao Qinghe stopped.
The curious looks from the people around him forced him to suppress his urge to hold her in his arms.
Chen Lanjun did not make any statement or make their relationship public.
He must give her the respect she wants.
He took a deep breath and tried to walk over without distraction. In the end, he couldn't help but stop and said to her politely like a man meeting her for the first time: "Miss, your skirt is very beautiful."
Chen Lanjun gently covered her mouth with her hand, looking flattered: "Thank you."
Without saying anything more, Shao Qinghe walked out without looking around.
The crowd made way for him until his figure left the banquet hall and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
The girl who had been talking to Chen Lanjun came over and said in amazement, "Oh my God, he really talked to you! Your skirt is so beautiful? What brand is it?"
"Personalized customization." Chen Lanjun smiled.
"Can you tell me which one it is?" the girl asked, and the girl next to her also pricked up her ears to listen silently.
"This... is actually quite niche. It is said that he was born from an old tailor family in the mainland. You may not be satisfied with it."
"It's okay, just tell me."
Chen Lanjun looked a little embarrassed. After being asked several times, she finally gave an address.
It was a newly rented store that served as a showroom for her clothing factory in Hong Kong.
After a few words, Chen Lanjun managed to get away by using the excuse that she saw an acquaintance and wanted to say hello.
She walked in the direction Shao Qinghe left.
The corridor led to the inner house and was not open to guests. It was guarded by someone, but when they saw Chen Lanjun's ink-wash skirt, they silently made way for her and let her in, obviously having received instructions.
Chen Lanjun walked along the waxed herringbone wood floor into the depths of the corridor. There were many oil paintings hanging on the walls, making it look like an art gallery.
There are many doors, and I don’t know which door Shao Qinghe is behind.
As Chen Lanjun was searching forward, the oil paintings on both sides moved backwards. At a corner, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Looking up, I saw Shao Qinghe's eyes as bright as stars.
He led her into a door. There was no light in the room and it was very dark.
In the darkness, he leaned over and held her face.
All the longing and surprise are contained in one long kiss.
The human voices and string music were faintly audible; only the breathing and heartbeats were clearly audible.
Almost suffocating, he finally let her go, pressed his fingertips on her cheek, rubbed it slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I wanted to do this when I saw you for the first time just now."
Chen Lanjun adjusted her breathing and said, "Comrade Xiao Shao, you have been planning this for a long time."
"Yes." Shao Qinghe smiled and hugged her with his arms, "I'm so glad you're here."
After a few minutes of tenderness, the butler Uncle De's voice came from outside: "Master? Mr. Shao is asking you."
Shao Qinghe had no choice but to let her go: "It's really annoying."
Chen Lanjun ruffled his hair and said, "It's okay. You still have a whole week of my time. Go ahead."
Shao Qinghe snorted and quickly kissed her on the cheek: "Wait a moment."
He tugged at his tie and walked out.
In the darkness of the night, Chen Lanjun patted her burning cheeks, waited for a while, and when the fever subsided a little, she walked out as if nothing had happened.
In the banquet hall, the band stopped playing temporarily at the host's request.
Chen Lanjun leaned against the wall and watched the show.
Among the crowd were Shao's father and Shao Qinghe.
Mr. Shao had a smile on his face, while Shao Qinghe still had a cold and arrogant look on his face. Except for a slight blush on his cheeks, he looked nothing like he had just done something bad.
The waiter brought champagne. Shao's father picked up a glass himself and handed another glass to Shao Qinghe.
"Thank you all for taking the time to attend my son's birthday party," Shao's father looked at Shao Qinghe with a fatherly look, "In a blink of an eye, Ah He is already 27 years old. If his mother were still alive, she would definitely be very pleased."
Chen Lanjun, who was watching from afar, curled her lips. He really dared to bring it up. If Shao Qing and his biological mother were still alive, they would probably kick this guy out.
I don’t know what play to sing.
Shao's father reminisced about the past and praised Shao Qinghe, saying that he had made the right investment vision in the mainland after graduation, and that his new factory is now operating smoothly, which proves his strength in business.
The more they listened, the more nervous Chen Lanjun and the other bystanders became.
Is Mr. Shao going to clarify Shao Qinghe's status as the successor today?
The second wife, who was closer to Shao's father, obviously had a forced smile.
After talking for a long time, Shao's father finally got to the point: "At the beginning, my wife, Arou, supported me in starting my own business and gave me some money to help me start my own business. Although she unfortunately passed away early, I always remember her."
"On this auspicious occasion, I have decided to officially transfer Ah Rou's 5% stake in Shaw Group to Ah He!"
After saying that, he raised his glass to Shao Qinghe: "I hope you can live up to your mother's expectations and become an upright and brave person who dares to fight and struggle."
Shao Qinghe slowly raised his eyes, with no sign of joy or sadness, and the father and son looked at each other for a few seconds.
Shao Qing and Fang slowly raised the champagne glasses in their hands.
The champagne glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound and the wine in the glasses swaying slightly. The two drank a glass of wine, and everyone in the audience raised their glasses.
However, Mr. Shao II was slow to raise his glass. It was only after the Second Madam glared at him that he raised his glass.
Drink together.
After the banquet, Shao Qinghe lay on the terrace, the wind from the sea ruffling his hair, his face looking confused.
"I really don't know what the old man is thinking."
Privately, he was reluctant to call Shao's father father.
Chen Lanjun, who was accompanying him, said: "No matter how you think about it, it's a good thing after all."
She smiled and patted his arm: "Mr. Shao, this should be the biggest gift you have received on your birthday."
Shao Qinghe shook his head: "It's a relatively large gift, but not the heaviest."
"What is that?"
He just looked at her for a long time with gentle eyes.
Everything is implied.
Chen Lanjun came back to her senses, smiled, and put her face against his arm.
The rain has stopped tonight.
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