Until he was taken on the plane, Xie Xihe didn't realize what he wanted to do.
Sheng Shijing didn't explain. After they got on the plane, he let her lie down on the bed in the lounge to rest. He then sat down at the desk beside her, turned on the computer and started typing.
Xie Xihe: “…”
never mind.
Anyway, there are still two days left for the competition. Let him do whatever he wants. We’ll know when the time comes.
Xie Xihe hadn't slept well for two nights. He was sleepy and tired. When he lay on the bed, he immediately felt sleepy and fell asleep in less than five minutes.
Sheng Shijing waited until the girl's breathing had completely stabilized before looking up at her. There was an extreme tenderness in his dark pupils.
At the same time.
In a special building in Kyoto.
“This…these…”
In an office that occupied an entire floor, a middle-aged man stared blankly at a stack of documents on the desk in front of him, his whole body dazed.
He vaguely guessed something, but didn't dare to believe it. He looked up at the man standing in front of the desk and asked tentatively, "Mr. Qingyang, what are you doing?"
Qingyang's face was expressionless as he explained, "The ownership of two international ports, a newly developed national defense security firewall by SG Group, and ten SG-7 fighter jets."
"These are all things Mr. Shi discussed with me before." He raised his eyes, still expressionless, and asked, "Want a deal?"
Every time he spoke, the middle-aged man opposite him couldn't help swallowing his saliva. If he hadn't remembered his identity, he would have almost blurted out what he wanted to say.
Barely maintaining sanity.
He glanced at the stack of information, then at Qingyang, and asked cautiously, "What are Mr. Qingyang's conditions?"
He said first: "If you want money, we can talk about it. If you want other things, we can also discuss it. But if it is against the national interest or national defense security, Mr. Qingyang, don't say it."
Qingyang glanced at him, and his expression finally changed. How should I put it? He felt a little frustrated and helpless. He said, "Don't worry, Mr. Shi. I don't want any of what you said."
"I just want..." Qingyang thought of his Third Master's instructions and couldn't help but sigh again, "I just want Mr. Shi to grant me a small permission."
Mr. Shi was confused for a moment, his heart filled with uncontrollable excitement, but he managed to calm down and asked, "What authority?"
Qingyang walked up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.
Mr. Shi: “???”
Mr. Shi: “!!!”
Mr. Shi was still in shock until he signed the contract and watched Qingyang leave.
Looking at the stack of information on the table, I couldn't help but rub my ears hard.
He exchanged three things that major countries had fought hard for but failed to obtain for a piece of authority, and it was still the same kind of authority. Was there something wrong with his ears or his brain?
Or is there something wrong with SG President's brain?
Mr. Shi was stunned for a full five minutes. When he finally came to his senses, he looked at the freshly-made contract in front of him with the same gaze as he looked at his lover.
Someone immediately arranged it.
*
At this time, Sheng Shijing's car had just stopped in the Shuixie Lanting community.
Xie Xihe couldn't help but ask: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Sheng Shijing tilted his head to look at her, a smile on his lips, and replied, "To propose marriage."
Xie Xihe: “…”
Sheng Shijing took her to Xie's house and rang the doorbell.
After a slight sound, Mrs. Zheng opened the door and stared blankly at the two people at the door: "Miss, Mr. Sheng, you..."
"Who's ringing the doorbell so late at night? Mrs. Zheng, who's here?"
Xie Bowen's voice came from inside the house. Xie Xihe nodded to Mrs. Zheng and pulled Sheng Shijing into the house.
Xie Bowen was watching TV, holding a cup of tea in one hand and putting an unwrapped chocolate into his mouth in the other.
Seeing the two people coming in side by side, he hid the chocolate behind him almost reflexively, staring at them and said, "Didn't you go to Country Y to participate in the competition? Why are you back at this time?!"
Xie Xihe glanced at the dozen or so pieces of wrapping paper on the table and said expressionlessly, "Haha."
Xie Bowen felt guilty and took a look at the chocolate in his hand. Finally, he reluctantly stuffed it into Xie Yi's mouth and said, "Xiao Yi ate all of them. I... I only ate one."
Xie Xihe remained expressionless: "Haha."
Xie Bowen: “…”
Unable to hold back any longer, he looked towards Mrs. Zheng and said, "Find the chocolates at home and send them to the security guards and cleaners at the complex!"
Mrs. Zheng suppressed her laughter and went down to do it immediately.
Xie Bowen blinked and looked at his daughter: "Xiao Xi..."
Xie Xihe stepped forward and kicked Xie Yi's calf, saying, "Go to the pharmacy and look for it. On the third floor, in the second compartment, there's a bottle of anti-sugar pills and a bottle of blood sugar-lowering medicine. Bring them to your grandfather."
Xie Yi muttered a few words, then stood up and walked upstairs.
Xie Xihe then sat down in the seat where he had been sitting before.
Xie Bowen chuckled, then turned around and thought of the previous question, and asked again: "Why are you back at this time?"
Glancing at Sheng Shijing, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "And she brought him back with her."
Xie Xihe: Can you say she doesn’t know either?
She tilted her head to look at Sheng Shijing, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Sheng Shijing coughed lightly. At this moment, he became a little nervous, and even his back subconsciously tensed up.
But without hesitation, he raised his eyes to look at Xie Bowen and said seriously: "Uncle Xie, I am here to propose marriage."
Xie Bowen: “???”
Suspecting that his ears were wrong, he said, "What did you say? Say it again."
Sheng Shijing pursed his lips tightly, bowed deeply to Xie Bowen, and repeated in all seriousness, "I'm here to propose marriage."
He spoke very clearly, emphasizing each word: "I am asking to marry Xie Xihe on my own behalf."
Xie Bowen's face darkened in an instant, and he almost blurted out curse words, but when he saw his daughter lowering her eyes, he forced himself to hold it back.
After a moment's silence, he stood up from the sofa and said coldly, "Follow me."
Sheng Shijing responded, touched Xie Xihe's head and followed.
Xie Xihe really didn't expect him to do this. He was angry and amused at the same time, but in the end he just called out to Mrs. Zheng, asked her for the bag of chocolates she was going to give away, peeled out a chocolate and slowly put it into his mouth.
The sweet and soft taste spreads in the mouth, slides down the throat, falls into the stomach, and finally blends into every part of the body.
Xie Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly.
Well, you know what, it’s really delicious.
No wonder her dad sneaks food whenever he gets the chance.
Xie Xihe thought about it, opened the wrapper of another chocolate, and put it into his mouth slowly.
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