Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Aiden is male hormone...
Xin Tong has never been so lonely in her life.
She was petrified for five seconds.
“Ahhhhhh!”
She jumped up from the sofa, her blood boiling.
After searching for it everywhere, I finally found it without any effort!
Thousands of words were stuck in her throat. She felt that she should express her gratitude first, then express her excitement first, and then she felt that she should clarify her previous abstract remarks first...
Excitement and impatience intertwined, he held it in for a long time, his face flushed red, and finally he struggled to shout out a clarification:
——"I didn't mean to seduce Jiang Chongyan!"
Jiang Yuanbin laughed.
"Yeah. You don't have to seduce him. It's possible that he was attracted to you first."
“…”
Xin Tong froze, his mind going blank.
Because she was too excited, the blood rushed to her head and she felt very confused.
Since the other party has already revealed his identity, I wonder if I should make a formal and truthful self-introduction now, stating that I am He Chuan's daughter and that the company I want to start is actually Kelly Women's Wear, which is under Morikawa.
"Hello, I think I should formally introduce myself. My name is..."
Before he could finish his words, he noticed Jiang Yuanbin stood up and explained something to the servant in a listless manner, with a look of disinterest on his face.
Xin Tong understood instantly.
He didn't care who she was, what her background was, or what her purpose was.
He just thought she was interesting and that he had a connection with her.
We met by chance, and he helped me make a suit for me, and then invited me home to have tea and chat.
Just come here on a whim, as simple as water.
The words of self-introduction were swallowed, and Jiang Yuanbin waved at her, wanting to take her to visit his home.
The entire villa is decorated in a classical and elegant style with a strong sense of history, mostly in warm and dark colors, and the antique furniture is low-key yet luxurious. There is a huge fireplace in the center of the living room. Xin Tong touched it and was surprised to find that it was made of real stone.
——This living style is completely different from the living environment she grew up in.
He Chuan was a founding member of the group. His parents had a small fortune, but it was nothing compared to the Jiang family, a family of centuries-old nobles. All the wealth accumulated by the Morikawa Group over the past twenty years was earned by He Chuan alone.
So he likes the modern minimalist style. Before Xin Tong became an adult, his family basically lived in a large flat in the city center. The villa they had was also decorated in a unified modern style, with black, white and gray, neat and clean, spacious and bright.
Xin Tong silently touched the dark brown antique furniture beside her, finally understanding. No wonder a small group of people in the circle, while being respectful to He Chuan on the surface, secretly ridiculed him as a nouveau riche. Even when He Chuan later moved to a historic garden house in the main city and tried to package himself as a cultured person, he couldn't break this perception.
Compared to the Jiang family, everyone looks like a nouveau riche.
"What's up?"
"That kid isn't coming back again?"
"...Hasn't he already returned home? Where is he now?"
"Did he call the Yu family kid? He didn't even give the Yu family kid face?"
Jiang Yuanbin was answering the phone by the window, getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, puffing out his beard and glaring.
"Tell him he must come back for dinner this Saturday, or he can never come back!"
"What do you mean it's not that serious? It's that serious!"
"That little ancestor is so rebellious now! He takes advantage of the fact that no one is watching over him and doesn't come home for a month or two!"
Xin Tong stood quietly aside, but her ears were stretched wide to eavesdrop on the gossip.
It is easy to guess that the "rebellious little ancestor" Jiang Yuanbin mentioned should be the only heir, Jiang Chongyan, who never appears in public and is extremely mysterious.
Coming from a prominent family, a child of destiny, and the only heir, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and his life was bright.
Most of the second generation around me were sent abroad for further studies, and then returned to China to hone their abilities according to their family’s arrangements, marrying and falling in love with the opposite sex from other families of the same class, and finally officially inheriting the family business.
But he never participated in business social activities or attended banquets. No one knew what he looked like, what school he went to, or what job he did. His grandfather scolded him for being rebellious and not coming home, and for not obeying discipline, calling him "little ancestor" helplessly.
Xin Tong slowly walked to the mahogany desk beside her. The desk was spotless, and in the middle was a photo.
A young man with a dark complexion, wearing a black sleeveless shirt.
He had broad shoulders and lean muscles, a silver eagle-shaped necklace on his collarbone, and his baseball cap was tilted 90 degrees.
Three bracelets were wrapped around her wrist, hanging loosely on her slender wrist bone.
The joints on the back of the hand are prominent and the veins are winding.
Holding a black and red skateboard, he covered his face with it while facing the camera.
Not a single facial feature was revealed, not even a single hair.
But that rebellious, sharp, cold and sharp temperament and sense of aggression almost rushed out of the photo.
It is hard to imagine that such a family with such a deep aristocratic background could give birth to such a free, rebellious and unruly only son heir.
Some strange and unfamiliar feelings gradually emerged in my heart.
Xin Tong lowered her head and stared at the photo.
She realized that she had a strong curiosity about the young master of the Jiang family.
…
Jiang Yuanbin hung up the phone, as if he was very angry with the rebellious boy. After a while, he turned around and asked Xin Tong to stay for lunch.
Xin Tong lowered his head, remembered the important matter, and mustered up the courage to speak.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you for your help. I am honored to have the opportunity to have you personally make a fully customized suit for me. I will pay you the original price of the suit. But——"
"You speak in such a sophisticated way, which is not like you at all."
Jiang Yuanbin interrupted with a wave of his hand.
"I'm not short of money. I told you I'd do it for free, so I won't charge you."
Xin Tong was stunned, and finally revealed her true intention after using up all her courage. "Then can you teach me how to make a suit?"
Xin Tong's heart was pounding, she knew that her request was too reckless and impulsive.
She had no personal relationship with Jiang Yuanbin. It was out of kindness that he helped her make the suit, but she also expected him to treat her like an apprentice and teach her all his skills that he had accumulated over the years. This was really asking for too much.
Mustering up the courage to ask is simply a positive and courageous attempt. Failure is perfectly acceptable; if it doesn't work, find another way. Living boldly and fearlessly facing failure—this is Xin Tong's approach to life.
After waiting for a few agonizing seconds, I finally heard the other party speak.
"So that's what I was talking about."
Jiang Yuanbin seemed to be still upset because of the previous phone call. He looked at the photo on the table for a few seconds with a sullen face, and suddenly sneered,
"I'll agree if you let that kid come back for dinner once a week."
Xin Tong was shocked.
She tried to calm her breathing, quietly clenched her fists, and her eyes gleamed with excitement.
Xin Tong, your chance has come, she whispered in her heart.
The world is at your feet.
*
He watched as the "Wu City's No. 1 Wasteful Daughter," dressed as glamorously as if she were walking on the Cannes red carpet, appeared at the door of his office, twisting her hips and wearing high heels.
Yu Chengjin paused while writing with the pen.
The eldest lady placed all the gifts, big and small, hanging in her hands on the table.
The packaging was intricate, the silk was soft, and the outer packaging was printed with luxury labels. There were at least seven or eight items of various sizes.
Then she sat down gracefully, holding her face and looking at him with starry eyes.
“…”
Yu Chengjin frowned and looked at the pile of gifts used to please him.
He sighed resignedly, "What can I do for you, Miss Xin?"
"There are no parties in the Yu Company building, and there are no male models."
What are you talking about? It seems like she only thinks about this kind of thing between men and women every day.
Xin Tong glared at him shyly and spoke hesitantly.
"I don't want a male model, I want Jiang Chongyan."
…
After Xin Tong left Jiang Yuanbin's house that day, she drank five bottles of Six Walnuts.
Then she used her small brain to think hard for a long time.
Jiang Chongyan was so elusive that even his grandfather Jiang Yuanbin couldn't find him. It was too strange and difficult for Xin Tong, a complete stranger who had never met him, to convince him to come home for dinner every week.
No wonder Jiang Yuanbin agreed so easily to teach her how to make suits.
But Xin Tong has always believed that nothing is impossible. Difficult tasks are made up of countless simple ones, and if you do them one by one, you'll always succeed. Even if you can't achieve 100%, you can still achieve 70%. Life is all about giving your best.
She carefully recalled the entire process of going to Jiang Yuanbin's house.
When he called, he mentioned "the boy from the Yu family", and it sounded like he was Jiang Chongyan's friend.
There is only one Yu family in Wucheng.
In this generation of the Yu family, there is only one son.
It was Yu Chengjin, who had just graduated from a prestigious North American university and returned to China in triumph to participate in the management of his own company.
The breakthrough is already obvious.
She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
Why does Yu Chengjin always like to be friends with such rebellious teenagers?
One is Aiden, and the other is Jiang Chongyan. Both are sharp, cold, and fierce characters who keep strangers away.
Xin Tong has been abroad for several years and has almost left the circle of the second generation in Wucheng. The only connection she has is Song Qingyun.
Without thinking, she called Song Qingyun and asked this socialite from the second generation of Wucheng to get the contact information of Yu Chengjin of the Yu family.
The other party said there was no need to ask, she even had her WeChat.
But after hearing Xin Tong's ultimate goal, she opened her eyes wide.
"What?"
"Are you going to find Jiang Chongyan?!"
She took out her cell phone and showed Xin Tong a WeChat group.
The group's name was "Did Jiang Chongyan show up today?" and it had about twenty members. A closer look revealed several familiar profile pictures, all of them well-known and active second-generation figures in the industry. They spent the entire day gossiping and swiping the chat room, offering bets on whether the group's name would come true.
"?"
It turns out that Jiang Chongyan has become a code name and a meme in the second-generation circle of Wucheng?
Xin Tong was speechless. "Isn't it a bit unfair that I'm rated as the most useless person in Wucheng? The rest of you, who's doing any real work?"
"Concerned about the movements of the only son and heir of the Jiang family, a well-known figure in the domestic clothing industry, how can this not be considered business?"
Song Qingyun sighed and patted Xin Tong's shoulder.
"Your method of using Yu Chengjin to find Jiang Chongyan is probably in vain."
"This group has been established for five or six years. People are always asking about Jiang Chongyan's whereabouts, but no one has ever said that Yu Chengjin and Jiang Chongyan are related."
"I advise you to just go to bed."
Of course.
No one knew that they were in a relationship because no one could walk into the Jiang family's old house and stand next to them and hear Jiang Yuanbin making a phone call.
Xin Tong's heart was pounding. Looking at the contact information she had just received, she quickly rushed to the headquarters of Yu's company.
She was dressed up, and the receptionist at Yu's was stealing glances at her while checking her in.
After the elevator closed, it caused several employees to quickly and quietly gossip.
"Could she be Mr. Yu's girlfriend?"
…
"I don't want a male model, I want Jiang Chongyan."
She hesitated to express her intention, and finally saw the stiff shock on Yu Chengjin's usually gentle and polite face.
"I don't know him well."
After a few seconds, his voice remained rational, with a gentle smile.
Xin Tong smiled wickedly and told him to stop pretending, as she had known for a long time that they were friends.
Yu Chengjin put away his smile, looked at Xin Tong seriously for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Have you seen him?"
Xin Tong was dissatisfied, "If I had seen you before, would I come to you?"
I don’t know if it was Xin Tong’s illusion, but after hearing this answer, Yu Chengjin seemed to be relieved all of a sudden, and a relaxed look appeared on his face again.
"Jiang Chongyan. The young master of the Jiang family."
He whispered the man's name and identity.
"What does Miss Xin want me to tell you about him?"
"I like him. I want to date him."
"..." Yu Chengjin's face darkened. "You know this is impossible."
"Okay, let's change it."
"I have a favor to ask. Give me his address and I'll come visit him in a few days."
Xin Tong thought about it and added,
"I don't want the address of the Jiang family's old house. He doesn't go back to the Jiang family's old house anyway, and we won't be able to find him even if we go there. I want the address of where he lives alone."
Yu Chengjin was shocked.
Xin Tong has absolutely no contact with the Jiang family on a daily basis. How could she know where the Jiang family's old house is, and how could she know whether Jiang Chongyan would return to the old house?
The story of Xin Tong and He Tianqi fighting over the family fortune and taking over Kelly was well known throughout Wucheng, and he had heard about it too. He tried to connect the dots, but then he remembered how Xin Tong had messed up Kelly on the first day she took over, and how she hadn't mentioned Kelly a single word when she came to see him today, and his thoughts faltered again.
"Sorry. The address is private. I can't give it to you without Jiang Chongyan's consent."
Xin Tong smiled.
"Then give me the phone number and I'll contact him myself."
Yu Chengjin remained silent. He had already said no twice, and it was difficult to say it a third time. Besides, asking for a phone number wasn't too much of a request. Nowadays, it was easy to get phone numbers through delivery services like couriers, so it wasn't really private anymore.
He looked up and was about to give it to him, but he saw the cunning smile of the person opposite him.
After a slight pause, he realized that he had been tricked.
The face-saving effect is to gain an inch and then go further. Xin Tong just wanted a phone number from the beginning, and the previous appointment and address were just a cover.
"..." Yu Chengjin picked up the pen helplessly, wrote a string of numbers on the paper, tore it off and handed it to her.
"You're such an interesting person."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
--success!
Xin Tong took the note excitedly and almost screamed.
This is going so smoothly!
After saying thank you, he turned around and walked out.
As the elevator went down, she hummed Balala the Fairies, feeling extremely happy.
We arrived at the first floor and the elevator door opened, but my good mood was instantly cut short the next second along with the singing.
A man was standing sideways with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall at the front desk on the first floor.
Judging from his appearance, he is over 186cm tall and slender. The oversized dark grey loose T-shirt looks thin on him, but his shoulders are broad. Even in the loose clothes, you can still see his standard inverted triangle figure.
The shoulder-length blonde hair was tied into a half-bun, revealing the full forehead and round shape of the back of the head.
There is almost no hair on the forehead, and the bones are strong and the outline is sharp. Looking at it from the side, at first glance, you can only see the high nose bridge and the sharp side profile.
He just stood there, not saying much. The receptionist was new, checking him in, occasionally glancing at him, a blush on her cheeks.
The pass was handed to him, and he lowered his eyes and said thank you. His voice was low, his Adam's apple rolled, and his masculinity was almost overflowing.
"..." Xin Tong took a deep breath, suppressed her amazement, and condemned herself for being bewitched by his beauty just like the first time she saw him.
I have to say that Xin Tong has been immersed in the world of women for many years and has met so many men, but Aiden is the most manly and the one with the strongest male hormones.
That rebellious, uninhibited aura, that wild, hard-edged edge, is enough to send shivers down your spine at the mere sight of him. His facial features aren't the impeccably refined, refined look you see on celebrities; instead, they exude a wildness and fierceness. But even a single glance from him fills my mind with a single, involuntary sigh.
So handsome.
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