Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Anger and scolding her
The Rolls-Royce sped along at lightning speed, weaving through the dark night of Wucheng.
Close the door, take off your shoes and bag, go upstairs, take off your clothes, and go to bed.
Xin Tong buried her face in the bed sheet and sobbed loudly.
So many things happened that day. After being rejected in public, I turned around and waited for him downstairs of his house again. I finally got his WeChat account and was so happy that I thought my mission was accomplished. But suddenly, my joy was extinguished by his deep indifference. I was humiliated twice in a row.
She had never asked anyone like this before.
Never!
Why! Why!
Her fingers clenched into fists, she pounded the bed while crying.
The only thing left in her mind was the man's cold face at the end. A deep sense of grievance and exhaustion surged through her heart.
After crying for dozens of seconds, my throat became dry.
She turned over uncomfortably.
The phone next to her vibrated twice, and she grabbed it angrily and took a look.
It is a notification message from XHS.
"Congratulations on becoming this week's [Workplace Observer]! The workplace-related notes you posted this week have accumulated more views than 99.9% of similar authors! Click here to view the weekly report."
"Among the 2,589 comments you received, the most common keyword was 'waiting for a follow-up'. It seems many netizens are eagerly awaiting your reply! Share your wonderful life and keep up the good work!"
Xin Tong: “…”
Fuck you!
You come to laugh at me too!
Waves of anger rushed to my head.
Xin Tong clicked on the popular post and started typing with her long nails.
"We had a big fight."
"I never want to see him again."
"There probably won't be any follow-up to this post, so there's no need to wait any longer."
Just as I sent the text angrily, a message popped up on WeChat.
It’s Jiang Chongyan.
He accepted her friend request.
Even if they just had a fight,
Even if one of them embarrassed the delicate young lady in public, or splashed juice on the face of the picky and aloof young master,
Even though the relationship between the two is fickle and hot and cold, it is always full of conflicts, estrangements and confrontations.
But the eldest young master also keeps his word.
If you promise, you will do it.
"The other party has passed your friend verification request. Now you can start chatting."
A long silence followed.
The other side passed by without speaking.
She didn't speak either.
Each knew the other was online, yet they competed in silence. The chat interface was utterly awkward, neither bringing up the topic, neither continuing. Time stagnated, the chat screen as blank as their minds.
The Cold War is the Cold War.
Xin Tong thought.
Biting her lip, tears flowed down inexplicably again.
She cursed under her breath, turned off her phone, and buried her head in her pillow and cried again.
…
As she cried, her crying became softer.
Xin Tong is tired.
She climbed up from the bed and realized that the clean sheets where she had just lain were soaked with tears. Foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and contouring makeup were all smudged onto the sparse tear marks, and finally a human face was vaguely printed on the sheets.
“…”
Xin Tong paused.
At this time, her first reaction was.
He picked up his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Song Qingyun.
"Rubbing."
“That’s awesome.”
"I told you all to call me useless. I have painlessly mastered the intangible cultural heritage technology. Don't look down on the young and poor, and let it settle down."
After sending the message, he didn't care whether Song Qingyun replied or not. He threw away the phone, stood up and went to the bathroom.
She was taking a bath in the fully automatic jacuzzi.
Sprinkle flower petals, pour red wine, play soft music on the Bluetooth speaker, she lies relaxed in the warm water, closes her eyes quietly.
The warm and gentle water flows out like waves.
The whole person seemed to be wrapped up, and the thorny emotions were soothed.
Her mind quieted down and she began to think calmly.
In fact, Jiang Chongyan had really helped him.
One time, I took her home from the police station in the middle of the night.
Once, after discovering that she had been kidnapped and escaping, he took her back to his home, then found a doctor and accompanied her to call the police.
These were all acts of kindness in an emergency, unrelated to her career, status, or personality. If it were someone like Yu Chengjin, who was naturally gentle and refined, this kind of thing would be more natural, reasonable, and logical.
During the week that Xin Tong spent with Jiang Chongyan, she had actually slowly and tentatively outlined a character portrait of this young master.
He appears cold and sharp, rude, unruly and free, arrogant and unconventional. He does whatever he wants, never considers other people's thoughts, and walks away indifferently if it does not concern him.
——But he actually raised two big fat dogs that jumped around.
It seems that he is not as cold-hearted as he appears on the outside, but rather a tolerant person.
On the surface, he is a hip-hop trendy guy, dressed in trendy and cool clothes, tall and handsome. He must have been secretly loved by many girls since he was a child. He looks like the kind of scumbag who is indifferent to love and has a girlfriend for every strand of his hair.
——But I would blush every time she flirted with me.
He was extremely stubborn and angrily scolded her for having a mind full of dirty things and being unreasonable.
Why does she seem so innocent? And I guess she doesn't have much experience in love.
Xin Tong soaked in the bathtub with her head tilted.
She is a spoiled young lady, but she is reasonable. After thinking calmly, she actually doesn't have much emotional fluctuation towards Jiang Chongyan.
He is a gifted child and heir to a famous family. He is not familiar with you, but he did help you from a humanitarian perspective.
If he doesn't agree, then forget it.
If you don't want to, you just don't want to.
The behavior is unwillingness, and this is the most direct result. There is no other extended meaning. Don't guess the reason, don't guess whether it is because he hates himself, and then fall into a greater quagmire of internal friction.
Only he himself knows his reasons.
Maybe he just didn't want to go home; maybe he had a bad relationship with Jiang Yuanbin; maybe he was the eldest son who rebelled and ran away from his family, wanting to confront his family over freedom and restraint.
That's all.
It has nothing to do with her.
Helping her and going home for dinner weren't weights on either end of a scale. These were his own concerns, not hers to ponder.
If they don't want to do this, then forget it.
For her, the question she should think about is what to do next.
…
The makeup on her face has been removed, revealing a clean and white face.
The gentle sound of classical piano music filled her ears, like a spring. She swayed her head and followed the rhythm.
My tears dried. My body was clean. My mood brightened again.
Xin Tong is an Aries who is impulsive, optimistic and energetic.
She has a straightforward, one-track mind, excels at simplifying complex issues, and never dwells on complex problems. She possesses boundless energy, a strong vitality and resilience, and sees everything as a game.
Today's troubles didn't have any negative effects on her.
After taking a bath, she felt so comfortable that she fell on the bed and fell into a sound sleep.
*
After getting up the next day, Xin Tong felt refreshed and full of energy.
He Tianqi looked a little surprised when he saw her coming downstairs.
He saw Xin Tong, who always dressed like a socialite, was wearing a suit today.
Xin Tong has a flamboyant personality and prefers bright, vibrant colors. Light gray is often considered dull and tacky. Yet, this dress is surprisingly suitable for her, accentuating her figure and neutralizing her allure, making her movements appear effortless and graceful.
He Tianqi observed calmly from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
The fabric is excellent, the cut is perfect, and the lines are strong.
His eyes fell on the woman's cuffs.
The buttonholes are real open, hand-made buttonholes.
There is a small ticket pocket about five or six centimeters above the right pocket.
——Extremely authentic old-fashioned British suits.
The sophisticated, traditional and hand-made custom flavor is quite obvious.
There are thousands of suit tailors in the industry, and He Tianqi knows that ordinary ones probably won't catch his sister's eye.
This outfit looks like it was made by Jiang family.
He Tianqi sat on the sofa.
He knew that Kelly's former CEO had been officially outmaneuvered by his sister. After returning to China, she spent just a week clearing out all remaining issues and transferring power, completely transforming the company into her own.
She was still so vulgar, going out early and coming back late every day, driving that luxury car through the streets, running in her high heels, humming songs and laughing, without any sign of any scheming, planning or any hatred for starting a business.
It was as if she hadn't gotten rid of He Xiangrong, as if she hadn't promoted the new CEO who launched such sweeping internal reforms upon taking office. It was as if she still had a naive expression, diverting her attention from the crowd of male models, shaking her head and saying, "Huh? What do you mean by managing a company? What do you mean by being the boss? I don't understand."
He Tianqi wished she was telling the truth.
A strange emotion called a sense of crisis filled my heart.
He secretly felt that he was making a big deal out of nothing, but at the same time, he couldn't help but speculate. Living under the same roof, the superficial relationship between brother and sister was the best cover. He just sat there, openly and secretly observing and analyzing the words and actions of the foolish sister he sneered at.
He Tianqi stared at the suit on Xin Tong.
Really open collar, Milan eyes.
Even if it was made by Jiang's master, it must have been made by an experienced tailor with more than 20 years of experience.
Wearing a custom-made suit from Jiang's is no big deal.
However, Jiang's is the leading brand of high-end suits in China.
Kelly sells women's suits.
Is that such a coincidence?
Xin Tong, who had never shown interest in suits, was spotted visiting Jiang's suit store on the third day after returning to China. After clearing out Kelly's internal forces, he made a rare appearance wearing a Jiang's custom-made suit, ready to go out.
He Tianqi sat on the sofa, his white T-shirt fitting neatly on his thin body, his hair slightly covering his eyebrows.
He followed Xin Tong without blinking.
Xin Tong rolled her eyes, too lazy to look at him, and turned to walk out.
*
Xin Tong went to the Jiang family's old house wearing the custom-made suit that Jiang Yuanbin made for her when she was 18 years old.
"It's you."
When Xin Tong was led in by the nanny, she saw Jiang Yuanbin pruning branches with his back to her.
The most famous and respected senior in the industry is no different from an ordinary old man at this time.
He looked energetic, vigorous, and his hands were very steady.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window. He sat by the window and moved his hand. The flower stem fell down and landed on the table.
"Girl, what's the matter?"
His tone was familiar.
"Come to chat with me?"
Xin Tong walked up to the old man and stood still.
Jiang Yuanbin finally raised his head, and when his eyes fell on Xin Tong, he paused and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xin Tong was wearing a light gray suit.
The professional instincts accumulated over the years have been deeply ingrained in the old tailor's bones.
He could tell at a glance that it was made by his own hands.
Jiang Yuanbin stopped accepting orders six years ago.
Except for some very special guests occasionally. Special in that they are either rich or noble, with connections, and for the sake of maintaining good business relations.
"you……"
Jiang Yuanbin was mentally prepared. He knew that this clever, bold, and proactive young woman, whom he had met by chance in the park, was most likely not the ordinary, unknown boss of the small startup she had mentioned.
Sure enough, the next second, Xin Tong said very frankly and sincerely:
"This was a custom-made one my father asked you to make for me when I was eighteen."
"My father is He Chuan from the Morikawa Group."
She took a deep breath.
"Mr. Jiang, let me formally introduce myself to you. My name is Xin Tong."
Jiang Yuanbin was stunned.
The remaining memories of the past slowly emerged, and the face of the little girl in red and green in my mind slowly overlapped with the face of the girl in front of me.
“…So it’s you.”
The old man's voice was hoarse, and his eyes fell on her.
"Four years."
"You've really grown up."
Jiang Yuanbin's voice was filled with vicissitudes of life. It seems that when people get older, they often reminisce about the past, always feeling that the past days are shining. He looked at her leisurely, nodded slowly, and smiled.
"I've also heard about the Morikawa Group."
"The daughter who came back to steal the family property is you?"
"You have great courage. That's just how you always do things."
He put down the scissors, picked up a handkerchief beside him, and wiped his hands. The back of the old man's hands were old, like the bark of a towering ancient tree. The blood in his veins was no longer young, and his pulse beat heavily and slowly along with his heart.
"You came here in such a hurry today, and wore this outfit to identify yourself to me. You must have something to say."
His tone was gentle, and Xin Tong didn't know why, but even when Jiang Yuanbin was speaking directly, his words seemed much kinder. It didn't sound like he was accusing her of something, but rather like an elder guiding her.
Like his own grandfather.
Xin Tong blurted out without thinking.
"I failed the task you asked me to do before."
"Jiang Chongyan doesn't want to."
To her surprise, Jiang Yuanbin nodded without any unexpected reaction.
He leaned back in his chair bored, with an "I knew it" expression on his face.
Xin Tong has always had a simple mind and straight-line thinking.
She confessed directly:
"Can you change the terms?"
Xin Tong knew her skin was thicker than a city wall. The conditions had been set, and the only thing left to look at was the final outcome. There were only two possible outcomes: success or failure. A normal person would willingly accept defeat.
But Xintong doesn't think that way at all.
She even questioned the rule itself.
Because rules are also made by people.
Rather than desperately studying and implementing rules, she is better at reversing and breaking them, and creating new worlds.
"I'm back to fight for the family fortune, and I need to make my women's suit company profitable within a year."
"This is indeed the task set by my father, but now, everything I do is not just for the family fortune."
"Since I'm the boss, I have an obligation to run this company well. I want to create hit products. I want all employees in the company to feel a sense of accomplishment and involvement in creating hit products. I want my employees to get promotions, raises, and better lives. I want everyone to say that Kelly's clothes are beautiful, attractive, and comfortable. I want to make the best women's suits, and I want Kelly to become the best women's suit company."
The young girl is frank, sincere, ambitious, naive and arrogant.
"I really want your advice."
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