Soon the day for the agreed meeting arrived. Song Qingqing dressed herself up early in the morning and went to the embroidery room.
In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and it starts to get light around five in the morning.
Yuer is used to getting up according to the lightness of the sky. After getting up and washing up, she likes to go to the embroidery room to draw patterns and embroider.
Knowing that they would meet today, Song Qingqing attached great importance to it.
I picked out dresses for my daughter and myself to wear for the meeting the night before.
Yu'er was wearing an antique-style long pink satin dress embroidered with butterflies and flowers.
The hem of her skirt reached her ankles, and Song Qingqing skillfully knotted her long hair into a small flower bud at the back.
The other half of her hair was let down, looking quiet, elegant and extremely beautiful.
Seeing her mother coming in with an uneasy look on her face, Yuer had to put down the needlework she had been working on for a while.
"Mom, what are you worried about? Look at how beautiful my mom is, like a fairy. Uncle Xie will be mesmerized by you when he comes over later."
Song Qingqing: "What are you talking about? How can you be so shameless?"
Yuer: "Yes, yes, I inherited my thick skin from my mom, don't you think so?"
Thanks to her playful banter, Song Qingqing's inner tension finally relaxed a little.
She pulled her daughter to sit aside, and the mother and daughter began to talk heart to heart.
"Do you think your Uncle Xie's child would accept us?"
Yu'er held her mother's anxious hand tightly, thinking to herself that she didn't care whether they accepted it or not, she was not marrying them.
But she couldn't say that for the sake of face, so the little girl began to comfort her worried old mother.
"Mom, why should I think so much? As long as Uncle Xie cares about you and doesn't let you suffer any injustice in the Xie family."
"If you've really been wronged, then it's fine if you don't get married. It's just right if you don't marry this person."
Song Qingqing was a little nervous at first, but after listening to her daughter's words, she realized some truth in them.
That is, it is not time for the two of them to talk about marriage yet, so it is a good time for them to get to know each other.
If it’s okay, then we can get married later. If not, then we can just not get married.
This is not her first marriage. She has been married once. To be honest, what Song Qingqing cares about most is her daughter.
The rest is not that important.
If Xie Zhong hadn't pursued her relentlessly, Song Qingqing had never imagined entering into marriage again.
I spent the whole morning in the company anxiously arranging work, and finally made it to the deadline.
The man in the white shirt in the top-floor office set off on time.
Seeing that time was approaching, the man, who could no longer sit still, picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of his office chair and was about to walk out quickly.
Halfway through the walk, the man, who seemed to be in a hurry, suddenly stopped.
He seemed to have thought of something, and his tall figure turned and walked a few steps to the cubicle next to the office.
That was a lounge that belonged exclusively to him. Apart from the bed and bathroom, everything inside was filled with his personal belongings.
Change of clothes, shoes, watches.
The man who only now thought about being vain took a quick shower in a hurry.
I found a new suit and put on it, but didn't change my watch. I also sprayed some perfume before going out.
Xie Zhong took the dedicated elevator to the underground garage in silence.
The man always had a mature and steady look on his face. Perhaps only those who knew him well could guess a bit of excitement from his ever-quickening pace.
The black Bentley drove out of the garage and moved forward steadily.
Cars on the main road saw that the person driving in front of them was a Bentley and wanted to stay as far away from it as possible.
Xie Zhong drove along the familiar road and drove into the gate of the old community with ease.
After parking the car, the man stared blankly at the window not far away, picked up his cell phone and started calling.
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"Third brother, where are you now? I'm at the gate of your school. Come out right now. Don't force me to go in and catch you."
Xie Huaijun had been living a restless life these past two days.
After the quarrel that day, the little boy ran out of the house in anger, looking dissatisfied with everything he saw.
I'm angry with my family, but I'm a man of integrity and I won't go back home to live with them.
I'm not at home all day and stay in the school dormitory.
I never thought that even after I was forced out of the house, he still refused to let me go.
Listening to his brother's bad tone on the other end of the phone, the stubborn boy stiffened his neck, looked at his younger brother not far away, and walked towards the playground.
"Why are you calling me? I've already made my promise. Either I or them, or them or me. You've thought it through. You want me as your son, right?"
Although he was unsure, Xie Huaijun still retorted.
Standing at the school gate, Xie Huaizhen, who had attracted a lot of attention, raised his eyebrows as he listened to his brother's stubborn words.
"Come out now, don't force dad to suspend your card."
Xie Chong is not a father who spoils his children.
I'm at the critical moment of finding a wife now. You little bastards, why don't you come up and help me and say some nice words?
Instead, it is holding him back. The iron-blooded father cannot even control the teenage boy. Wouldn't it be a joke if it gets into the circle?
Besides, Chenyu attached great importance to this meal, not because he valued it, but because he felt that Qingqing attached great importance to it.
She wanted to be recognized by both families, so how could Xie Zhong not let her have her wish?
He walked out of the door in a hurry, got into the car in a hurry, and didn't say a word in the car.
After speeding all the way, the two brothers finally arrived at the super five-star hotel owned by the Xie family.
Before entering the door, Xie Huaizhen was worried, so he stopped and turned around to warn Xie Huaijun, who was pretending to be mute behind him, that he was a troublesome little brother.
"You should know how much your father values this meeting. No matter how much grievance you feel, I reiterate it here."
"No matter how many grievances you have, just swallow them down. I won't expect you to behave well later. Just pretend to be mute like you are now."
Xie Huaijun was so angry that he jumped up and down. These two were fucking traitors.
He was holding it in like a bull, and with red eyes he watched his brother say these words, turn around and walk away without looking back.
Looking up at the sky, taking a breath and exhaling, Xie Huaijun finally caught up with his brother and entered the hall.
They arrived a little early and entered the luxuriously and classically decorated suite separated by a screen.
Xie Huaiming sat alone at the big round table, probably waiting for a while.
Xie Huaizhen walked to the other side of the table, looked at the half-empty cup in his hand, and asked.
"Isn't father here yet?"
Xie Huaiming felt that his brother was asking a question even though he knew the answer. He spread his hands and didn't even bother to say anything. He just used his eyes to indicate, "What do you think?"
Xie Huaijun walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets and at first glance, he saw only his two unlucky brothers.
I guess my father, that woman, and her child didn’t come.
The young man snorted coldly with a smack in his nose and was very unreasonable.
"You're so arrogant, and you even want me to wait. I never wait for anyone before."
As soon as he finished complaining, Xie Huai, the older brother, couldn't stand the fact that the big guy was covering his head and overshadowing his younger brother.
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