"Thanks to Mr. Song, I received a lot of well-intentioned help during my years abroad, and I avoided many detours."
After saying this, Xie Qian bowed respectfully to Song Jingcheng, a standard 90-degree bow. "Mr. Song, I will always remember your kindness. I will do my best to repay you in the future."
Song Jingcheng didn't say anything.
Xie Qian kept bowing.
Song Jingcheng held Chengbao in his arms and stroked Chengbao's cat head from time to time.
Chengbao was also well-behaved. He lay on his chest without scratching or making any noise, and even closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.
After a moment, Song Jingcheng chuckled and said, "It's been a few years since we last met. Xixi has grown into a big girl. She speaks so eloquently, like an adult now."
Xie Qian wasn't sure what Song Jingcheng meant, and didn't dare to say anything.
Xie Qian has always been in awe of Song Jingcheng.
No matter how proud she was, she would not dare to show off in front of Song Jingcheng.
Song Jingcheng pointed to the solid wood sofa chair opposite and said with a smile, "Uncle Xie, Xixi, please take a seat."
Uncle Xie quickly pulled Xie Qian to sit down.
Xie Qian sat at the end of the long table, facing Chen He sideways.
After sitting down, Xie Qian finally got a clear look at the mysterious Mrs. Song.
She had a delicate forehead and eyebrows, bright almond eyes, and her face, lightly made up, was flawless and delicate. Wasn't this Miss Shen who accompanied Taotao to see her yesterday?
At this moment, Xie Qian belatedly remembered what Taotao had said yesterday -
[Sister Chen He and Uncle Song have already obtained their marriage certificate.]
Could it be that the Uncle Song that Taotao mentioned is Song Jingcheng?
Chen He is Song Jingcheng's wife?
As if to verify Xie Qian's guess, Song Jingcheng put Chengbao on the ground, looked at Chen He with a smile, and introduced her to Xie Qian: "I forgot to introduce you, this is my wife, Chen He."
Song Jingcheng held Chen He's hand, as if showing off a treasure, and said proudly: "My wife is an architectural designer and has won an international authoritative designer award."
"She is now the boss of three companies and controls the family's finances."
Song Jingcheng said that these were indeed exaggerated.
But his words put Shen He in the position of the mistress of the Song family.
This is also telling Xie Qian and Uncle Xie that Chen He is not his captive canary, a delicate little white flower, but a capable and competent woman.
When Xie Qian heard what Song Jingcheng said, she felt like something was stuck in her throat.
Yesterday she even slandered Chen He as a gold digger who relied on selling her body to get ahead.
Who knew that the clown was actually herself!
"Mrs. Song." Xie Qian tried to hide her embarrassment, her smile a little forced. She said, "When we met yesterday, why didn't Mrs. Song mention your relationship with Mr. Song?"
Tsk.
This green tea girl actually blamed herself for not revealing her identity?
Shen He smiled faintly.
She picked up the tea in front of her and blew on it, then said lightly, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard Jingcheng mention it before. I didn't know he had a child who was an artist, so I didn't have the chance to explain it to you."
Xie Qian was stunned when she heard this.
Is Shen He mocking her as a nobody who is not worth mentioning?
Mr. Song didn't even bother to mention a minor character like her. Shen He didn't know who Xie Qian was, so why bother explaining her identity to her?
After a brief exchange of words, Xie Qian realized that Mrs. Song was not easy to deal with.
Taking a deep breath, Xie Qian suppressed her anger and frustration, and suddenly took out a beautifully wrapped rectangular gift box from her bag.
"Mr. Song, this is a small gift from me."
She pushed the gift box in front of Song Jingcheng and said with sincere gratitude, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your recommendation back then."
This gift was carefully prepared by Xie Qian. After she received her first salary from her debut, she went to the mall to buy it for Song Jingcheng.
"You also prepared a gift for me?" Song Jingcheng opened the gift box in front of Chen He.
Inside was a black Seiko fountain pen, a unisex style that perfectly matched Song Jingcheng's temperament. It was a practical little gift.
"It's a good deal."
Song Jingcheng put the pen back into the box and pushed it to Chen He's fingers: "Wife, don't you want to practice signing with a fountain pen recently? How about using this?"
"Okay." Chen He accepted the pen generously.
Seeing this, a hint of resentment flashed across Xie Qian's eyes.
"Uncle Xie and Xixi rarely come here, so please have lunch before leaving." Song Jingcheng took the initiative to speak, not to keep them, but to inform them.
Uncle Xie had no choice but to agree.
With half an hour left before the meal, Xie Qian said she wanted to go play with the cat, and Song Jingcheng said, "My cat is shy, so let my wife go with you."
Chen He then took Xie Qian to play with the cat.
Three cats, three personalities.
Rouqiu is a lazy cat who eats and sleeps soundly, Miaomiao is a smart and alert kitten, and Chengbao is the cutest and most lovable.
Xie Qian subconsciously reached out to hug Chengbao.
But Chengbao quickly jumped off the table, circled around Chen He's legs, and went up to the third floor via the cat climbing frame in the corner.
Chen He stared at Cheng Bao, who was moving swiftly, and said to Xie Qian, "Sorry, Cheng Bao recognizes his master. He is a cold little thing and does not allow strangers to touch him."
After saying that, Chen He picked up the fattest ball of meat and gave it to Xie Qian, "This cat is stupid, anyone can touch it, Miss Xie, hold it."
Xie Qian sneered and reached out to take the meatball.
Xie Qian pinched Rouqiu's little ears and couldn't help but sigh, "My dad always said Mr. Song was a serious person. I never thought Mr. Song would like small animals like cats."
It sounds like their family has a very close relationship with Song Jingcheng.
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