Chapter 92 Buy it for my dad
The next day at 9:30, as soon as the restaurant opened, Tang Wenhua went in with his butler and asked if they could book the entire place for three days later.
The restaurant owner looked slightly embarrassed: "I haven't booked any tables, but some customers have already made reservations. Everyone who comes in is a guest, I can't just turn them away."
This restaurant is close to Xia Garden. It has been open for decades and is quite famous. The environment and food are both good, which is Tang Wenhua's favorite. Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over here so early in the morning.
“My son is getting married. Could you ask the customers who made the reservation to make way for us, or find an excuse to send them away? It’s a big event, so helping us is a good deed. I’ll definitely give you a big red envelope then.”
The boss thought to himself: Your son's wedding is a good deed, but my customers coming to eat is not a good deed?
But he knew Tang Wenhua was the Xia family's wife and didn't want to offend her, so he planned to change the subject first, say something nice to make her happy before refusing: "I remember your son just had his wedding with the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, the scene was absolutely spectacular. And who is it that needs to exchange gifts this time...?"
"He's also my son. He went missing when he was little, and we just found him this year."
"Oh, double happiness! Congratulations! Which prominent family's socialite or young master did you find?"
Tang Wenhua raised her chin and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "It's also the Zhou family."
Her eyes and brows were full of smugness. After a pause, she added, "Third Master."
"...Huh!" The shop owner was genuinely shocked. He had been running a shop in the capital for decades and didn't know much about these deeply entrenched forces, but he had heard of Third Master.
"I have to make sure this is a great occasion for you. Okay, we'll book the whole venue in three days. Don't worry about coming, I'll take care of everything else."
Customers who have already made reservations can receive discount cards, or even have their next meal free. While he didn't want to offend the Xia family, he absolutely dared not offend the head of the Zhou family.
"Thank you, boss." Tang Wenhua was overjoyed. After paying the deposit, he continued shopping at the mall.
Meanwhile, at Zhou Enlai's residence.
Zhou Pingchuan scanned his fingerprint to open the warehouse. Looking at the dazzling array of items in front of her, Aunt Cheng was at a loss for what to do.
The butler explained, "Storages 1 to 11 contain gold, jewelry, porcelain, and woodenware, respectively..."
After the butler finished speaking, he led Aunt Cheng to the innermost part, where there was a security door with both password and iris recognition authentication: "There are antique paintings and calligraphy inside, do you need to open it?"
Before she could answer, Zhou Pingchuan had already walked to the door and skillfully opened the warehouse door.
The Zhou Enlai Residence was built in the early days of the People's Republic of China. It has a long history and rich cultural heritage. The fact that it has been so carefully preserved means that it is no ordinary object.
Although the Cheng family was wealthy, when Second Aunt Cheng took a walk around and caught a glimpse of a few unknown ancient masterpieces, she realized that compared to the Zhou family, the Cheng family could only be called nouveau riche.
She strolled around like she was visiting a museum, her steps unsteady: "Pingchuan, may I choose a few items?"
Zhou Pingchuan simply said, "There's no need to be bound by formalities."
There are two kinds of not being bound by etiquette: one is not having to follow the customs as much as required, and the other is not having to follow the customs as little as required. Aunt Cheng then asked, "What kind of effect do you want to achieve?"
Zhou Pingchuan couldn't help but think of someone and chuckled softly: "A grand affair."
While everyone was busy with this grand event, Xia Mian was also busy, strolling through the business district with Xu Ning.
"Xia, what are you planning to buy?" Xu Ning asked.
"Men's."
“I know you need to buy men’s clothes, and you can’t fit into women’s clothes anyway. What I mean is, do you have any favorite brands? I’ll ask their sales associate to send me their new arrivals first.”
“You misunderstood. I’m not buying it for myself. I’m buying it for… other people,” Xia Mian stood on tiptoe and gestured. “About this tall. My waist is about the same as yours, but my bust and arm circumference are a little bigger than yours. My leg circumference… I didn’t measure my leg circumference.”
Seeing Xia Mian's distressed expression, Xu Ning realized that Xia Mian hadn't called him out for a happy shopping trip with her best friend, but because his waist was the same size as some random guy's, and she had called him over to be her fitting room!
Xu Ning angrily said, "Which wild man are you buying clothes for? Tell me!"
“…Nobody,” Xia Mian had anticipated that the ceremony would be photographed by the media, but he still didn’t want the news to leak out from him. “You’ll find out in a few days.”
"Why wait a few days? Do you like someone but haven't officially started dating yet? Tell me, tell me now!"
He didn't like Zhou Pingchuan at all. Xia Mian was annoyed by Xu Ning's antics, so she gave a perfunctory reply: "My dad, I want to buy it for my dad."
As a newly wealthy family, the Xu family's influence in the capital was still shallow, and they were unaware of many secrets. In particular, after the original owner of this body was recognized and returned to the Xia family, the Xia family only told people that Xia Mian was their lost youngest son when they asked, and did not announce it to relatives and friends.
Therefore, Xu Ning was unaware of Xia Mian's background and thought he was a child from the slums, just like what was said online.
What a proud thing it would be to be able to buy Dad a new outfit with the money I earned from my own work! Xu Ning's tone immediately became more assertive: "Okay, Xia, I'll help you pick out the perfect outfit for your dad."
Xia Mian: "...Thank you."
In truth, given Zhou Pingchuan's temperament, none of the ready-to-wear pieces from any brand could match him. But Beijing is Beijing after all, with many high-end boutiques in its commercial districts. Some of these boutiques have extensive connections and strong resources, allowing them to source quality items from niche brands that may not be much inferior to high-end haute couture.
They shopped around from one end to the other, and their efforts paid off; Xia Mian actually managed to find a nice suit.
Xu Ning put on his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. Xia Mian circled around him, silently imagining Zhou Pingchuan wearing it to propose marriage.
They should look very sophisticated and official, and it matches the outfit they wanted to wear perfectly. When relatives and friends see them, they'll definitely say they're a match made in heaven.
...Wait, why did I suddenly think of all this nonsense? Xia Mian picked up the milk tea cup and placed it on her cheek, using the cool temperature to cool herself down.
"Xia, how's this one?" Xu Ning asked when he didn't speak for a long time.
"This is the effect I wanted. I'll pick out a tie and cufflinks to match later, and it should look great. What do you think?"
The last sentence was purely out of politeness, but to everyone's surprise, Xu Ning nodded and said, "I also think it looks good. The materials, cut, and style are all top-notch. It looks very elegant. Your father will definitely like it."
Damn, summer slumber has reached its absolute limit.
You might as well not say anything!
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