Chapter 52 Chapter 52 The Young Master's Pure First Love
"I'm done eating."
Xin Tong put down her chopsticks, pushed the empty plate in front of him, and looked at him expectantly.
“…”
Jiang Chongyan stood up with a sullen face, cleaned up the plates and chopsticks she had used, and went into the kitchen.
After Xin Tong had eaten and drunk her fill, she got up and walked around. When she turned her head, she found a black bag on the dining table.
A hard paper bag of moderate size with the opening pulled tight.
It was the bag that Jiang Chongyan had been carrying last night.
He said it was his clothes last night.
It must have been changed during the performance last night.
Why is it still here after a whole night?
Xin Tong glanced at the young master who was washing dishes in the kitchen very unskillfully.
Okay, I'll stay at your house for one night, eat your food, and reluctantly help you with some housework.
Xin Tong grabbed the bag and opened it without thinking.
The next second, he blinked reflexively because of a drop of water splashing out from inside.
——What caught my eye was a bouquet of roses.
Pink roses.
A special variety that grows in alpine areas, the Snow Mountain series of roses, Pink Snow Mountain.
Layer upon layer of petals, gathered at the innermost layer, gradually unfolding outward. At first glance, they appear pure white, like mountain snow, but as they move inward, the petals become increasingly compact and pink. Layer upon layer, intricately arranged, compact and petite, the nine pale pink blossoms are mellow and lovely, delicate and elegant, with a fresh and delicate fragrance.
The bouquet was wrapped with great care and attention. Nine flowers, staggered in height, were tightly arranged in a roughly circular pattern, with a light layer of white lace embellishing the center and a layer of light green soft printed paper padding the outside.
A ribbon of deep pink lace and a chain of white pearls were wrapped around the branch and tied into a perfectly shaped bow.
...Xin Tong stood there in a daze.
She blinked slowly.
Then he breathed softly and slowly took out the bouquet of flowers.
The moment you bring it close, your nose is immediately surrounded by a refreshing fragrance, and the rich aroma hits you in the face.
The fragrance of Pink Snow Mountain is refreshing.
Like the frost and snow that have not melted for thousands of years on the mountains.
Compared with red roses, pink roses are much more elegant and soft, and pink snow mountain roses are the lightest pink variety of pink roses.
The large area of white makes the pink almost light and subtle; and it is precisely because of this pure white canvas that the subtle pink can be diffused from the inside out.
When I hold it in my hands, my breathing becomes involuntarily lighter. It is so pure and clean that I fear any heavy dirt will sully or damage it. It is clear and shallow, with a light and subtle color, vaguely pure, like a mountain in an ink painting, or a slight ripple in the center of a lake.
…
Xin Tong never imagined that the bag contained a bouquet of pink roses.
She remembered last night, when she went backstage to find Jiang Chongyan and asked him to treat her to a midnight snack. He agreed, then went to remove his makeup and change clothes. When they met again, he was already holding this bag.
But he just said that these were his clothes.
And I carried it all night and finally brought it home.
Xin Tong stared at the delicate and tempting petals in her hands.
The flower language of pink snow mountain is pure love, admiration, affection, softness, delicacy, first love and purity.
——"Give it back to me."
My thoughts were interrupted as the flowers in my hand were snatched away.
Looking up, I could only see the man's profile. His light blond hair hung down, and his expression was invisible.
"This, can't be..."
Xin Tong thought a fan had given it to him backstage last night. This would explain why he lied and said it was clothes. After all, it was someone else's private matter, and there was no need to explain it so clearly to Xin Tong.
But before she could finish her words, she heard the man's fierce voice.
"no!"
"Why are you saying no before I even finish what I'm saying? How do you know what I'm going to say?"
Jiang Chongyan seemed to be choked.
But he immediately took a deep breath and was calm when he spoke again.
"I don't know what you're going to say."
"But this bouquet of flowers is something I bought for myself."
"..." Xin Tong looked around, "But you don't even have a vase at home."
"You can buy it today."
The eldest young master stood in front of her, but didn't look at her. He turned his face to her and his voice was a little cold and hard.
"Nine pink roses, wrapped so beautifully and tied with a bow. Are you sure... you bought these for yourself?"
Xin Tong looked up at him with an indescribable look.
The man was so tall that she had to look up to see him standing in front of her. His light blond hair hung in a loose mass, his brows were stern, his jawline was strong and smooth, and he wore a small silver ring in his earlobe. His arms were muscular and lean. He looked like he could pick a fight in the street and win.
And the bouquet of light pink roses in his hand...
It had absolutely nothing to do with him in any way.
But Xin Tong soon thought again, okay, it’s just a stereotype, straight men can also buy flowers for themselves and put them in their homes to decorate.
She then said, "Sorry, anyone can buy flowers."
Xin Tong is also considered a plant expert. After all, her mother has always loved flower appreciation, and she has been influenced by her since she was a child. Her family has had a garden since she was a child, and her name was also given by her mother, which is also related to plants.
Xin Tong thought for a moment and offered Jiang Chongyan some advice, "Actually, if you want to buy flowers to decorate your home, I know a little bit about that."
"If you're not home sometimes, you can take them out and put them in a plastic bag in the refrigerator. They will keep them fresh for several days. The sunlight should not be too strong where you put them, and there should be no fruit or TV around them, otherwise they will wilt easily. If you want them to last longer, use a knife at a 45-degree angle to cut off the stale part at the bottom."
She took the bouquet of flowers, looked around, walked to a shelf by the window, chose a Feng Shui treasure land, and said with satisfaction.
"Look, this place is very nice. You can buy a vase later and put the flowers here."
"Jiang Chongyan." She called his name while carefully arranging the petals, "Why do you suddenly want to buy this pink rose?"
Footsteps slowly came from behind.
The young man walked up behind her, looming tall and like a wall.
After a while, a low voice came from above my head, with an inexplicable awkwardness.
“…I just bought it randomly.”
She nodded in understanding.
After a while, the voice came again, "Is this particular?"
"It's not that particular. If you're buying it yourself, you can buy whatever you want."
"However, if you're giving it as a gift, you'll usually look at the flower's meaning or something."
"Pink roses like these are usually given to someone you secretly love. For example, on a first date, they're a little less direct than red roses and serve as a youthful, initial expression of admiration and affection. You can give them to girls on your first date in the future."
Xin Tong said softly as she straightened out the other debris next to the flowers.
She was unusually serious at this moment.
When she spoke of flowers, she possessed an inexpressible gentleness. It was indescribable, light and unhurried, her whole being serene and gentle. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, warmly catching her dark eyelashes. Every time she blinked, the sunlight danced.
The pale pink petals are about to bloom, fresh and restrained, gentle as water. It opens quietly, and the surrounding black iron shelves are also dyed with a vivid color.
“It’s really beautiful.”
She stared at the flowers, the fine hairs on the side of her face turning golden in the sunlight.
"Isn't that right?" She turned her head and looked at him.
"……Um."
Jiang Chongyan's first reaction was to look away, but when he looked up again, he saw that she was still looking at him with the same smile, her eyes slightly raised, with a watery light, like ice jade in the sunlight, which shattered into countless gem fragments in a flash, jingling and shimmering all over the world.
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her again.
His dark eyes flickered and his voice was a little hoarse.
"That's good."
*
Jiang Chongyan was driving to the Jiang family's old house, and Xin Tong was also going there to find Jiang Yuanbin for class.
Jiang Chongyan was silent all the way in the car, and the only times he looked at her in the passenger seat were a few times.
Xin Tong noticed his gaze and looked down.
She was still wearing Jiang Chongyan's black T-shirt and trousers. Before she left, Jiang Chongyan threw her a down jacket that she rarely wore. She was still wearing her high heels from last night.
——The whole person looks very strange.
But she didn't care. After all, it was just a meeting with Jiang Chongyan and Jiang Yuanbin, so anything went.
She now considers the Jiang family, a well-known grandfather and grandson in the industry, as acquaintances.
Arriving at the Jiang residence, she sensed something was amiss the moment she entered. Aunt Wang didn't greet her in a familiar manner, but instead winked at her, motioning her to look into the living room.
She looked over from a distance and saw a person standing in the living room.
A middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old. He was tall, but looked very young. He wore glasses and had a calm demeanor.
Xin Tong had been attending business receptions with He Chuan since she was little, always being taken around to greet other investors. Over time, she had learned to judge people by their identities. This man looked wealthy, but compared to He Chuan's completely businessman-like demeanor, he had a more quiet and scholarly air.
If she guessed correctly, this should be Jiang Cheng.
Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Chongyan beside him stood there with his hands in his pockets, calling out "Dad".
"Call him, not me?"
An old voice came from the balcony. The old man walked over with his hands behind his back and glanced at Jiang Chongyan.
His eyes swept over to Xin Tong who was standing aside.
"Why are you two here together?"
“…”
silence.
Xin Tong quietly looked at Jiang Chongyan, but she didn't expect that Jiang Chongyan was also looking at her. The two of them looked at each other, and after three seconds, they silently looked away. No one spoke to explain, and they were both waiting for the other to speak.
Fortunately, Jiang Yuanbin just asked casually and then walked into the restaurant.
"Come on, come and have lunch."
…
Xin Tong simply didn't understand what was going on.
She just came to find Jiang Yuanbin to attend class as usual.
Who could understand why she was sitting at the same table with three generations of the Jiang family? From grandfather to father to grandson, three men and she was the only woman.
She wanted to find some excuse to leave today, but Jiang Yuanbin saw through her and said that she was family, so she could have lunch here as usual and there was nothing to worry about.
When four people dine at a table, self-introductions are a must. Xin Tong thought about it and decided to tell the truth directly, "Hello, my father is He Chuan from the Morikawa Group, and my name is Xin Tong."
When these words were spoken, Jiang Cheng was stunned at first.
His expression changed immediately.
He stood up, bent slightly, and handed over a business card across the table.
"Jiang's suit, Jiang Cheng."
Xin Tong widened her eyes, and quickly stood up with fear and trepidation, taking it with both hands. She rummaged through her pockets for a long time, and finally took out two crumpled napkins.
"..." The second-generation rich man who had always been living a life of idleness laughed dryly, "Sorry, I don't have a business card."
Jiang Cheng was a very polite man. The Jiang family had strict rules, and aside from the rare rebellious Jiang Chongyan, everyone else was calm and polite. Jiang Cheng, for example, was a typical descendant of a prominent family. He taught by example, was refined and humble, and never treated others with arrogance or condescension because of his family background.
But Xin Tong probably also knew that his behavior just now, in addition to his own humility and politeness, was also largely due to He Chuan.
There are many rich people in Wucheng. Where there are people, there are circles, and the circle is a small society.
If we make a very simple and rough division:
Zhang De, the son of the Zhang family who drugged Xin Tong at a party at Yu Chengjin's house in San Francisco and was finally angered to the point of fainting by Xin Tong, belongs to the Zhang Group, which can be considered as a fourth-tier company.
It was okay seven or eight years ago and was prominent for a while, but it soon declined.
The Song family of Song Qingyun and Song Tingfeng is considered to be the third level.
When Song's father was in charge, the company was considered stable in the biopharmaceutical industry, but not outstanding. After Song Tingfeng took over a few years ago, the overall style became much stronger, and in recent years it has become an emerging dark horse in the biopharmaceutical industry.
The Wu family of Wu Sifeng's family and the Yu family of Yu Chengjin's family can be considered as the second level.
Wu's clothing business is similar to Morikawa's overall business, but its industry is far less extensive than Morikawa's. Yu's is a long-established real estate company. Yu Chengjin studied the most complex business courses abroad, which gave Xin Tong a headache just by looking at them.
Finally, there are two left.
One is Morikawa and the other is Jiang.
In terms of commercial success, Morikawa is the undisputed leader in the clothing industry. With dozens of clothing brands under its umbrella, encompassing everything from women's to men's apparel, and a portfolio still expanding, He Chuan is a remarkably successful businessman.
Jiang's Suit is the industry's leading provider of high-end tailoring, boasting the finest craftsmanship, the highest standards, the most authoritative reputation, and the expertise of its masters. With a century of family heritage and a rich heritage, Jiang's clients span the political and business worlds, and unrivaled custom tailoring, Jiang's is a true leader.
Therefore, although these two companies are both first-tier, they are heading in two completely different directions.
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