Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Dressed like this late at night
He Chuan began to intentionally or unintentionally only bring He Tianqi to business events.
In the magnificent banquet hall, He Tianqi followed He Chuan. The young man was dressed in a custom-made suit, with an upright figure, a slender figure, and a handsome face.
He Chuan, nearing fifty, was full of energy and had an extraordinary demeanor, with only slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He held a champagne glass in his hand, and his every move exuded the calm aura of someone who had been in power for many years.
The two stood together. From time to time, someone would come up with a glass of wine to chat, but He Chuan's face remained calm.
Occasionally, when he met the chairmen of other groups with their daughters, He Chuan began to consciously introduce He Tianqi to them and let the two children add their contact information to get to know each other.
He Tianqi could see that his father was intentionally introducing him to some girls of the same age in the circle.
Love and marriage among the wealthy are not open to the public. Romance between teenage children isn't called puppy love, but rather "from school uniform to wedding dress." Even free love perfectly aligns with family business needs, with parents on both sides expressing their wish to "help each other, support each other, unite, and prosper the family."
"If you find any of these girls that you like, you can try to develop a relationship with them yourself."
"Of course, don't play around."
He Tianqi's entire growth trajectory from childhood to adulthood was under the macro-control of He Chuan. He Tianqi received an elite high-level education step by step. Even at the age of first falling in love, he remained calm and rational, and did not show any unconventional behavior or emotions.
An 18-year-old boy has almost no peers of the opposite sex in his life.
While boys of the same age seem to be obsessed with sex, He Tianqi is mature and steady in every aspect and has no interest in love affairs between men and women.
"You've been studying since you were little, and you haven't had any contact with the opposite sex in other outdoor activities."
As if remembering his other child, whose lifestyle was completely different, He Chuan shook his glass and said, "Come to think of it, the only woman of your age around you is your sister."
When He Tianqi heard certain two words, he visibly paused.
He Chuan talked about the complicated interest relationships among the people he had just met, pointed out the connections between industries, and emphasized the importance of paying attention to the daughter of the transportation tycoon.
The young boy came back to his senses from the brief topic of "sister".
He stood obediently, lowered his eyes and listened.
At the party, people came and went, and people from all over the city came forward to compliment and socialize. They were very respectful to He Tianqi and called him "Young Master" one by one.
He Chuan's face didn't show any surprise. He was nearly fifty years old, and after decades of navigating the world of fame and fortune, there was no room for him to rise any higher. His life was enough to be remembered by the world.
As they grew older, they began to seek a little more genuine family affection. Having chosen their heir, they yearned for the social reputation of a harmonious family. They took their son to public events, big and small, introducing him to connections and resources, their faces brimming with pride.
Everyone in the circle knows how He Chuan made his fortune.
The couple themselves came from a well-off family. After receiving a sum of start-up capital from his father-in-law, He Chuan, as a token of gratitude, agreed to let his daughter take his mother's surname. Starting with a small garment factory on the riverside outside Wucheng, he gradually expanded it into the sprawling conglomerate it is today, a leader in the domestic garment industry with production lines spanning the country.
He Chuan is a highly successful businessman. He introduced He Tianqi's name with pride, emphasizing the "He" first.
He practices the supremacy of men and the principle that his sons should inherit his father's business and his surname. He has been in the upper-class world of fame and fortune filled with men for decades, and he is used to it and feels at home in it.
He Tianqi had immense respect for He Chuan. This was an instinctive admiration for strength, a reverence and respect he had cultivated since childhood for his father, the head of the family.
His father was so successful yet he still took a liking to him at first sight in the welfare home. He Tianqi carries a sense of mission and glory. He has complete faith in his father and is also convinced that he will become his father's successor and the heir to the Morikawa Group.
…
The father and son stood in the middle of the banquet hall, surrounded by people like stars.
Everyone is speculating about who will be the next successor to Morikawa, which is an important trend in the circle.
"As expected, He Tianqi is more favored by Mr. He."
"Then could it be that loser Xin Tong?"
"But seriously, that young master is just one step away. If he were his biological son, Xin Tong would have been killed long ago. How could she possibly come back and snatch the family fortune? No one would even give her that chance."
"What if? If we really mean what if, what if Xin Tong is not useless? Who should we bet this treasure on?"
"Hey, don't you understand? It doesn't matter whether Xin Tong is disabled or not. If we have a son, of course we give it to him." The man bumped the arm of the person next to him.
"Oh." The person next to him finally understood and laughed, "I just didn't think much."
The two exchanged glances. What was already known, what society accepted, what had been a long-standing tradition, didn't need to be repeated, didn't need to be elaborated, didn't need to be made clear.
…
He Tianqi is rational, gentle, polite, and promising. He handles this situation calmly and calmly.
Walking past a corner of the banquet hall, he saw a tall figure walking towards him.
His whole body is cold and his temperament is calm.
He Tianqi recognized him.
He is the heir of the Song family, the eldest son, Song Tingfeng.
The two families belonged to completely different industries, with no mutual interests or business overlap. The only connection between them was probably that they both had a worthless sister who was not related by blood.
Moreover, those two useless idiots are good friends. They have been together since childhood and are well-known for being idiots.
Song Tingfeng looked at He Tianqi, walked over with a clear purpose, and took the initiative to speak.
He Tianqi was not surprised.
He Chuan brought him to this occasion today as an irrefutable introduction to the next generation and a transfer of resources. Everyone could see that, despite the fact that Xin Tong's family property grabbing incident three months ago was well known, everyone knew who He Chuan favored.
Any capital in Wucheng who had any news would contact us, including Song Tingfeng.
The two chatted casually for a while, discussing academic background, school, alumni circles, current affairs, and so on, all elite ice-breaking topics that outsiders couldn't interrupt.
Rich second generation, heir, young man, elite, and unspoken secret: none of them are related to their father by blood.
——Strangely similar people.
Before leaving, He Tianqi received a business card from the other party.
"Song is willing to maintain a good long-term cooperative relationship with Morikawa. Please keep in touch and wish you continued success."
*
Xin Tong already knew that there would be a banquet tonight.
I heard that there were a lot of people at the scene, and all the wealthy people in Wucheng would be there. It was an excellent opportunity to socialize and build connections.
But she didn't care about that, she just liked eating the lemon tarts in that hotel. When she was a child, He Chuan always took her to that hotel to attend banquets. He Chuan would drink and chat with others in the front while she would feast on the food at the table.
No one informed her tonight, but she changed her clothes and shoes and put on makeup as usual.
When I was about to go out with He Chuan, I heard two horns honking outside the window.
She stood at the window and looked down. She saw a car parked on the first floor.
The driver was waiting at the door and opened it for his employer.
He Chuan sat in.
He Tianqi, dressed in a black suit, followed him and sat in.
The car drove away.
...Xin Tong stood in front of the window of her room on the second floor and stood there for several seconds.
She lowered her head and looked at the dress she had already changed into.
“…”
I see.
Unspeakable loss and bewilderment washed over her. She blinked slowly and sat back on the bed.
After being in a daze for about half an hour, I lay back on the bed and checked my phone, and came across a piece of local news.
"Morikawa Group Chairman He Chuan and his youngest son He Tianqi appeared at Nicolas' charity dinner."
On the screen was a photo of the two standing together.
What a picture of a loving father and a filial son, and the handover of power.
Comment:
"I didn't bring that guy."
"It would be strange if he brought it."
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the successor has already been found."
"You know what, even though they're adopted, they look a lot like father and son."
"Both father and son have the same auspicious appearance, destined to be rich and prosperous for life."
"The youngest son looks quite good. He certainly seems more reliable and steady than that other loser."
"Fuck, isn't that already obvious? That idiot hasn't given up yet? I see it's been several months, and her little company hasn't made any progress. Isn't that embarrassing enough?"
"I guess there's some wealthy family secret here. Could it be that Xin Tong is adopted and He Tianqi is the biological child? Otherwise, how else can we explain how one is so useless and the other is so outstanding? The outstanding one even looks so much like his father."
"Rich people are so messy?"
"Don't worry about that loser. You think she's ashamed, but she might not think she's ashamed. She might be hanging out in some club drinking and having sex again."
…
Xin Tong slowly placed the phone upside down on the bed.
My heart sank with a heavy weight. It felt like a gaping hole had been ripped open, and a cold wind was blowing in.
Some things are like open wounds, surrendered body parts. Stitching doesn't mean nothing happened; the marks are wrinkled, the scars twist like centipedes.
Xin Tong felt that she was working very hard to heal her injuries.
Three months had passed. Another person had moved into my home, and my life had been completely transformed. I had been thrust into the center of a vast and uncontrollable public opinion. I watched as everything I had cherished for the first twenty years of my life was snatched away in one day, and what remained was completely altered.
But she found that she seemed to be wrong.
This is a long and endless competition. As long as that person exists, her life will be involuntarily trapped in comparison and competition with that person.
Her parents were torn in half, her family property was torn in half, and her family affection was deteriorated. No matter how carefully she tried to reconcile or how generously she tried to compensate, it would become an indelible haze in her life.
Keep it in mind.
Always follow her.
The night wind brought a biting chill. When Xin Tong came to her senses, she discovered that she had walked out of the house alone in a haute couture dress.
The long streets of Wucheng were silent and empty. A waning moon hung in the sky, and a thin mist and light clouds covered the sky. The night was deep and pitch black.
She was alone on the street and in the world.
There is not a single star to be seen in the sky.
When people are unlucky, they can't even see the stars.
She looked up at the night sky and suddenly thought sadly that even the stars had abandoned her.
Her heavy footsteps made a crisp sound as her shoes stepped on the street. She lowered her head and walked a few steps. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name.
I didn't look up, thinking I had misheard.
Even though his steps were light, he continued to move forward.
The next second, she heard someone calling her again.
I turned around and saw a tall boy riding a bicycle. He looked like a chipmunk, with round eyes. He was wearing a sweatshirt, a hat, and loose pants that hung down to his feet. He also had a long silver chain on his pants.
He looked at her sideways.
"Xin Tong."
She stood there in a daze.
There was no response for a long time.
Jiang Chongyan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, looking at her silly expression, dazed look, staring at him without blinking.
"Stupid?"
"Just like that Little S emoticon."
The young man sneered, let go of the handle, stood up, put his long legs on the ground, and looked at her with his arms folded.
"You're dressed like this late at night, walking alone on the street in the cold wind."
"Are you filming a music video?"
Xin Tong finally came to his senses.
A cold breeze blew the man's hair across his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaling white air that blurred his sharp features a little.
A cold person.
Such a sharp and tough person.
The cold moon was like a crescent, and the city's dark, heavy night permeated him behind him. Dark buildings blurred into a skyline, withered grass by the roadside, and the traffic lights on the roadside became tiny pinpricks of light. The young man's tall, thin figure was fading in the night, almost invisible, but then it suddenly stood out, conspicuous like fire, a blazing, endless, scorching fire.
Something is blurring the upper eyelid a little.
With a little moist water vapor, it blocked the tip of my nose and was about to fall.
Xin Tong gritted her teeth and endured it, turned her head, and suddenly said in a voice with a strong nasal tone:
"I'm going to get a manicure."
...The young master was obviously confused for a moment.
This answer was too nonsensical. He frowned and twitched the corners of his mouth, obviously unable to understand it at all.
But the next second, he seemed to be used to her inexplicable behavior and nodded in acceptance.
"OK."
Jiang Chongyan sat on the bicycle seat with his arms folded, and raised his chin slightly towards her.
"Come up."
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