Xie Jingcheng, who was focused on feeding Chaochao, completely ignored his father's dark complexion and picked up a tissue to wipe the crumbs from the corner of Chaochao's mouth.
Meng Lan obviously noticed it too, but just smiled and then asked the waiter to bring another plate of golden thread rolls.
Halfway through the meal, when Chaochao had already let out a satisfied burp, Xie Jingcheng suddenly realized that the meal wasn't so unbearable after all.
The family dynamics he used to dislike are no longer important to him.
Perhaps something more important has come up.
Xie Jingcheng raised his hand and gently stroked the little dumpling's head.
Chaochao, who was drinking heartily, looked up from her cup and asked him suspiciously, "Brother Jingcheng, did you wipe your hands?"
"..." Xie Jingcheng's hand froze, and he lied without changing his expression: "I wiped it off."
sorry.
Satisfied with the affirmative answer, Chaochao continued drinking her milk.
When everyone had almost finished eating, Chaochao leaned back in her chair, patted her round little belly, and let out a satisfied sigh.
Without her father supervising her today, she ate more than usual.
"belch……"
I'm starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
Upon seeing this, Xie Jingcheng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of regret crept into his heart.
I should have known better than to let her eat so much.
Thinking it over, he reached out with his long arm, took out a medicine box from his backpack, and fed a digestive tablet to the little girl.
The boy lowered his eyes, a few short strands of hair falling across his forehead. His eyebrows were high and his nose was straight. His naturally cold and tough appearance was now softened.
Meng Lan, sitting opposite, raised an eyebrow. Was this still her son?
After doubt comes relief.
That way, we won't have to worry about him pulling out his oxygen tube when he gets old.
Xie Jingcheng's gentle demeanor gave someone the wrong impression. Xie Yulin had been overwhelmed with worries these days, but Dong Qin's words still lingered in his mind.
He picked up a wet wipe, rubbed it on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the boy.
What are your plans after this?
Xie Jingcheng withdrew his gaze from the girl beside him and leaned back in his chair with the same nonchalant attitude, his long legs slightly bent.
His slightly lowered eyes revealed impatience and annoyance.
Why do some dirty things always try to make their presence felt?
He casually said, "Play games, go to sleep."
How to provoke Xie Yulin with a single sentence.
"Nonsense! With your degenerate state, how can you possibly take over the Xie family business? You're utterly useless!"
Xie Yulin slammed his fist on the table and angrily rebuked.
Xie Jingcheng finally looked up at him.
Xie Yulin waited for the boy to beg for mercy in fear.
After all, who wouldn't want to inherit the enormous Xie family group?
But his son, who should have shown weakness, looked at him with a dismissive sneer:
"Is it even my turn to take over? You've ruined this company."
The eighteen-year-old boy had dark eyes, and when he looked directly at someone, Xie Yulin felt a chill run down his spine and looked away first.
When Xie Yulin finally realized what was happening, he retorted angrily, "What do you know! It's just an expected risk; that's business!"
After saying that, he took a sip of water.
His slightly trembling hands reflected his guilty conscience.
Xie Jingcheng's gaze was deep, and his chest heaved.
Xie Jingcheng didn't even spare a glance, knowing exactly what this man was thinking.
It's simply that my main account is useless now, so I need to create a new one.
Xie Jingcheng lightly twirled his fingertips.
Xie Yulin will soon find out what the future holds.
They might be so happy they cry.
His good father.
At that moment, Meng Lan put down her knife and fork, elegantly wiped her mouth, and then said, "Jing Cheng has more than just the Xie family's wealth; don't forget about the Meng family as well."
As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glanced at Xie Yulin, a warning hidden within.
This refers to the prenuptial agreement between Xie and Meng.
Thinking of this, Xie Yulin couldn't help but feel aggrieved.
Since the adults started arguing, Chaochao had been sitting quietly on the stool like a quail. As she listened, her starry eyes couldn't help but look worriedly at Xie Jingcheng, who had lowered his eyes and looked indifferent.
It seems that Brother Jingcheng and Uncle Xie have a really bad relationship...
The aloof young man sensed the little dumpling's gaze, tilted his head, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Still holding on?"
Chaochao shook her head.
She tugged at the boy's arm, and Xie Jingcheng immediately leaned towards her. Then, she heard the little dumpling ask hesitantly in his ear:
"Brother Jingcheng, do you not like your father?"
Xie Jingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly and gave a emotionless "hmm".
Chaochao was not surprised by his answer.
She had noticed it long ago: Brother Jingcheng was never close to Uncle Xie. He didn't even give him a kiss or a hug!
Moreover, Uncle Xie is always fierce towards him, but he helped Jingcheng when he was bullied so pitifully by bad guys.
Love shouldn't be like this.
Chaochao thought of Grandma Zhou and her father.
Uncle Xie has no love for my brother.
How could my brother hold back his tears?
The more the little girl tried to calm him down, the more she felt sorry for her brother.
To outsiders, his expression looked very serious.
Xie Jingcheng thought to himself that if Chaochao persuaded him to reconcile with Xie Yulin, he could pretend to be a loving father and a filial son.
If Xu Yizhou, who was far away at home at this moment, could hear his thoughts, he would definitely clutch his heart and fall to the ground, while also cursing Xie Jingcheng for his notorious double standards!
Last time, he only suggested that Cheng-ge bide his time and endure hardship for the sake of the family fortune, and briefly feigned compliance with Xie's father. However, Cheng-ge caught him in the game and beat him up for a month, causing his rank to drop directly from King to Glory! Heaven knows it took him three whole months to fight his way back up.
Xie Jingcheng was waiting for the little dumpling to speak.
Then, with a determined look in her eyes and an indignant, childish voice, Chaochao said, "Fine, then Chaochao doesn't like Uncle Xie either!"
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