Chapter 19 Chapter 19 My daughter is the one who inherits my bloodline, my son...
Wen Qingyang easily recognized the target of his trip.
A thin waist and long legs may be one reason.
Maybe the fact that it looks expensive is also a reason.
But more importantly, Central Park was deserted, and he was the only one standing there with his back straight and his head down. From a certain angle, he looked like a moldy mushroom in the rain, emitting a faint melancholy that only she could see.
She twirled her fingers, withdrew her hand, and slowly approached, which, as expected, startled the other person.
The man had a calm and composed expression, but she caught a glimpse of his long eyelashes trembling slightly through the gap in the lens, and even his pupils reflected a hint of dizziness.
She looks okay.
Wen Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth at him: "Risveglio?"
The woman was wearing a fluffy light brown plaid sweater, which was warm and casual. The heat she had just brought from home dried up the sticky dampness around her, and it seemed that any creature longing for dryness would find it difficult to resist the urge to get close to her.
The irredeemable allure of the protagonist in the TV commercial was personified at this moment.
"Um."
As he answered, he turned his eyes away to look at the water droplets sliding down the ribs of the umbrella.
"Didn't I message you saying I'm here? Didn't you see?" She stepped forward, looking up, her gray umbrella resting against the black satin one. "Hey, Boss, you're really not taking me seriously, are you?"
Sui Yi met her eyes again and realized that she did not recognize him.
I don’t know whether to be happy or disappointed.
“No, I forgot to check the message.”
He subconsciously looked down at his watch. There was still nearly half an hour until the agreed time of eleven o'clock.
Wen Qingyang also caught a glimpse of his movements: "Why are you here so early?"
Sui Yi didn't know how to respond and was silent for a moment: "I thought I was the one who recognized you first."
"Don't worry about it, the host has a plan." She said in a familiar tone, "Have you booked a restaurant? Is it far?"
Wen Qingyang got up late, changed his clothes and came over, but he was inevitably a little hungry since he didn't have breakfast, so he was worried about her.
She took the opportunity to fold her umbrella, leaned forward slightly and got under the black umbrella, without any intention of being awkward.
"What do you like to eat? Is Western food okay?" Sui Yi became nervous.
Coincidentally, he didn't eat breakfast either.
He woke up at 5:30 to do some morning exercises to stay in shape. At 6:30, his scheduled personal styling team arrived and worked around him for three hours. Then he hurried over, fearing that arriving late would leave a bad first impression.
This is basic meeting etiquette.
Sui Yi has been convincing himself this way.
His mind was filled with things he wanted to think about, leaving no time for his body to feel. Now that he thought about it, he felt an emptiness in his stomach.
"You haven't ordered anything yet? Then come on, I'll take you to a store I like." Wen Qingyang said, pausing for a moment, "Is that okay?"
Sui Yi didn't detect her guilty conscience and nodded hesitantly.
"Drive my car? Since it's sponsored by the boss, the boss still has to ride it."
"Don't you want to take a walk here?"
Sui Yi couldn't help but follow her, but asked.
This wasn't how he had imagined the date would go.
Even if we can't walk in the sun, we can walk in the rain, right?
Wen Qingyang was really hungry, so he made an excuse: "I checked the weather forecast, and it will probably be sunny tonight. Wouldn't it be better if we could take a walk then?"
A woman’s greatest charm lies in her ability to solve problems and make plans.
Sui Yi couldn't help but think of this sentence and responded softly.
Wen Qingyang politely opened the door for him and then went around to get in the driver's seat. She glanced over at him and saw that he was buckling up, so she didn't do any of those classic greasy idol drama moves, but just turned up the heater.
"Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that he had been keeping his eyes slightly lowered. Wen Qingyang easily found a topic to break the awkward atmosphere.
"Nothing." Sui Yi quickly replied, "...the smell is too strong."
The person who loves spicy, oily, high-sugar and high-salt food raised his eyebrows in the driver's seat but said nothing.
Boys all want to stay in shape by cutting out carbohydrates, she understands.
The car was not driving very fast. Sui Yi tentatively lowered the front fender and quietly turned his head to look in the mirror with the fill light, but did not find any major flaws.
The rain outside the window is really getting lighter.
He looked out the window and vaguely saw an unfamiliar neighborhood. Signs of various sizes were like colorful patches randomly slapped on the high-rise buildings and low roof tiles. The trash cans on both sides were not exactly the same, but they all fell off and turned gray-green. An invisible mouse dragged the colorful people back and forth on the irregular road, and the dim green that served as a landmark occasionally peeked through the gaps to take a breath.
In a word, chaos.
This is a place that Mr. Sui would never set foot in normally.
Wen Qingyang parked the car at the entrance of the alley, got out, and tapped on the window. She held up her umbrella with one hand, pulled a piece of bubble gum from her pocket, and chewed it while freely blending into the bustling crowd.
For the first time, Sui Yi felt a little self-conscious about his attire.
After all, he has always had a simple and low-key style. Standing on this street, he actually secretly suspected that his clothes were too exaggerated.
His whole body was so exquisite that people passing by couldn't help but look at him twice, and some young boys even whispered to each other, and their gazes changed from admiration for women to subtle hostility towards him.
Logically speaking, what big scenes hasn’t Mr. Sui seen?
but……
"The rain is not heavy, it's okay." Sui Yi took the umbrella and tilted it slightly towards her.
Wen Qingyang pushed it back with all his strength: "Come on, young master, your beautiful hairstyle will collapse if it gets wet."
As she spoke, her careless eyes wandered aimlessly in the insignificant wind. Her every gesture perfectly replicated the cool and handsome campus heroine that Qu Rendong had once been most fascinated by.
So Sui Yi didn't insist any more: "Where is this?"
He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses to hide the slight curiosity and surprise in his eyes.
A red, oddly shaped stool?
When you get closer, you can probably tell it's made of plastic, with some ugly dents and bumps for decoration. It's stacked next to an old wooden table, its surface covered with wet water droplets.
Bright red plastic bag, bright pink apron...
There seems to be no concept of matching here, but a balance is subtly achieved in the disharmony.
"It's a food street." Wen Qingyang led him into a cramped shop and gently shook off the water on his body. "Didn't you go out here to eat a good meal when you were in school? Logically speaking, the food outside university towns everywhere is pretty much the same."
Sui Yi pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, he heard the woman think of something: "Oh, I forgot, did the boss study abroad?"
He nodded.
"That's not surprising."
Wen Qingyang took out a tissue and wiped the tables and chairs familiarly, motioned for him to sit down first, and then pointed to the menu posted on the wall.
Sui Yi looked up, and the names on the eye-catching menu with yellow letters on a red background made him feel uncomfortable.
"The beef rice here is delicious, the steamed chicken is also good, and the soup is very fresh and fragrant. Or you can try the pea noodles with their special sauce..."
"Hey, Xiao Wen is here again?"
The boss came over with a large pot of lemonade, smiling and greeting with a deep wrinkle on his face. "Is it still a beef rice and three-fresh mushroom soup? Girls should eat more. So, uncle can give you two more slices of meat, and it will definitely not charge you!"
"Oh my, are you here with your boyfriend?"
Wen Qingyang was quite used to this enthusiasm: "Of course I have, ever since I started college I've loved your home cooking. Why isn't Sister Liu here?"
No customers had arrived yet, so the boss stood aside and muttered, "She's gone back to her hometown to deal with the inheritance left by her parents."
"I'm not saying anything bad, but my two brothers-in-law are not easy to deal with. It's really unlucky to have such relatives. My mother-in-law and father-in-law said a few rooms would be reserved for the women in my family, but they both said they usually paid more for taking care of the elderly-"
"Xiao Wen, please judge for yourself. As the saying goes, once married, a woman is like spilled water. Daughters carry on the bloodline, so what can sons do?" He became increasingly indignant as he spoke, clearly harboring a deep resentment. "And now, the old man has just passed away, and they're already making a scene like a shrew, yelling that the division is unfair. This is so disheartening to the sisters and brothers! How shameful!"
"Besides, isn't it your duty to take care of your own parents? They think this is such a great achievement. I wonder how sad the old people would be if they heard this in the underworld..."
Wen Qingyang smiled faintly and replied, "Now is a new era, you can't say that. After all, Sister Liu will hold up the sky even if it falls. You have this skill, so you can focus on your business and take care of the children, so you don't have to worry too much and get exhausted."
"I want a bowl of beef rice, medium spicy and extra spicy. Two bowls of three-fresh mushroom soup and a bowl of shrimp udon noodles, both without any spicy taste. And one serving of this tomato sour soup noodles, too." She nodded slightly again.
The boss' husband regretfully stopped talking, but still jokingly said, "Xiao Wen, have you struck it rich? In the past, you had to save up for ages just to order a meal and soup. As expected, you're a student from a prestigious university, so you'll have a promising future once you graduate. Okay, it'll be over soon!"
Sui Yi watched the figure in the apron walking back to the kitchen. His body was still straight, but his fingers were slightly curled.
He thought he had hidden his awkwardness behind the table, but he didn't realize that people standing next to him could see everything at a glance.
"I ordered it for you directly. If it's not to your taste, you can add something else, okay?" She tilted her head to explain and pushed the glass of water to the other person.
Sui Yi didn't object.
He stroked the cup wall, his soft fingertips red and painful, and slowly said: "You are 22 years old, graduated from the computer department, a full-time anchor, and share an apartment with a friend in Xianglin."
Wen Qingyang frowned barely perceptibly: "Hmm?"
"Would it be inconvenient to live together? There's a single-family house in Shinan with a nice view, perfect for filming. There's also a hot spring villa nearby. Do you need it?"
"Boss, you've done a background check on me—" She narrowed her eyes and deliberately teased, "You don't want me to move in with you, do you?"
Sui Yi shook his head again and again.
Although he totally disliked this statement, he had to admit that there was no difference between men living together before marriage and after marriage, and they could not move in together easily.
What's more, even if you want to live with her, you can't bring it up yourself, as it will make her think you are being casual, or to exaggerate, "cheap".
I'm not that stupid love-brained person.
"I'm currently living in a flat in the city center. I didn't do a background check because I know that's an invasion of privacy. I was just summarizing the information you disclosed... to see if there's any house you like."
He suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to lick his lips, but immediately remembered that he had applied fake lip gloss, so he quickly changed his posture to raise the glass and drink water.
Wen Qingyang would never refuse: "I like everything you give me. Let me pack my things and move after a while."
She added a brilliant smile: "Boss, you're so nice to me, do you like me very much?"
When the meal was served, Sui Yi avoided this question by lowering his head to pick up the bowl.
He was too embarrassed to answer.
The soup in the bowl of noodles was rich and fragrant, and it was no less spicy than the beef rice. Sui Yi had never tasted anything like it before. He held the small iron spoon and sipped gently, swallowing every mouthful of the rich and colorful feeling.
"How about it?"
“It’s delicious.”
Mr. Sui looks strangely obedient when holding the bowl.
Logically speaking, his appearance is not what mainstream men would consider handsome.
Of course not ugly.
It's just too sharp, it looks difficult to control, and it's hard to feel the urge to protect it.
Wen Qingyang is dedicated to her job. Although she is obsessed with looks, she never finds fault with her boss boyfriend. Her service attitude is comparable to five-star, and she is a master in hypocrisy.
But when she caught a glimpse of the red streaks on his earlobe as he lowered his head, she suddenly felt itchy: Tsk, actually, he's quite in line with her aesthetic taste... It's okay if he has a cold face, as long as he has a soft personality... He doesn't have a desire to protect, but he does have a desire to conquer...
The main thing is that he doesn't have prince syndrome, doesn't worship money, isn't materialistic, and he has money.
This object can handle.
She stood up and got another small bowl, and took out a few spoonfuls of beef rice: "Baby, try this later, it shouldn't be too spicy after one bite."
Thanks to Qing'er, Sui Yi had already started watching short videos frequently, so he naturally knew about last week's hot topic - "Who doesn't have a baby bowl specially prepared by their girlfriend?"
He couldn't help but ask, "Is this a baby bowl?"
Wen Qingyang didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from speaking sweetly at zero frame rate: "Yes, it's a bowl for babies."
Just like what the blogger said, every time I want to eat something delicious during my weight loss period, my girlfriend will conjure up a baby bowl and give me all hers. This is both a sense of ritual and a testimony of love. She treats you like a child and loves you like a baby. What else could a man ask for?
Sui Yi endured it again and again, but still took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket and took a photo.
When Wen Qingyang raised his head from eating, he saw him carefully scoop a little into his mouth, and then the spicy taste hit his forehead, his whole face turned red and he kept coughing.
She handed him the iced lemonade, too lazy to lend a hand to help him calm down. Before she could say anything, she heard him give a difficult assessment: "It's quite fragrant... ahem, it's just that I'm not used to it yet."
Pretty stupid, but really well-behaved.
When he felt better, Wen Qingyang handed him the bowl of soup again: "Drink two more sips."
Sui Yi liked the soup very much, but he put down the spoon after just a few sips and instead wiped the corners of his mouth carefully.
The napkin, which was not soft and smooth enough, actually rubbed the corners of his mouth slightly red, causing the anchor Wen to uncontrollably think of some obscene behavior.
She coughed lightly to dispel the image in her mind and said casually, "Why are you eating so little?"
"I've always had a small appetite."
Sui Yi did not forget the tips his good brother had repeatedly told him: even if he was only 50% full, he should not appear too rough.
In fact, he often doesn't eat on time when he is busy with work, so this little bit of patience is nothing.
But the moment he stepped out of the store and left the steamy environment behind, it was hard for him not to feel regret.
The rain stopped and the wind became cooler.
Only after Mr. Sui got into the passenger seat did he slowly feel warm again and couldn't help wanting to curl up in the table and chair.
He gently touched the collar to make sure that no discordant straps were exposed, and slightly adjusted the position of the neck binding through the fabric to avoid red marks from being tightened for too long.
"Want to go to the new amusement park at the center? I've booked tickets."
Sui Yi looked it up online and found out that this was one of the hundred things couples must do.
"Is lunch delicious?" Wen Qingyang didn't answer. After receiving the man's affirmation, he took the steering wheel and drove out. "Don't worry, let's go to the mall."
Sui Yi straightened up: "Do you want to buy anything?"
She smiled but didn't answer.
Sui Yi looked at her again and remembered that it was also mentioned in the forum that shopping together is a recognized way for couples to enhance their relationship.
But he didn't expect that he would be dragged into a luxury men's clothing store.
"I guess you usually wear custom-made clothes, but you have to bear with it a little today." Wen Qingyang reached out and pinched his waistline affectionately.
Sui Yi's head was already dazed before he even thought of resisting. He was just being pulled around and pushed around. Only his face was stiff and cold, making it impossible to tell what his mood was.
Wen Qingyang didn't worry about whether he was angry or not, and said to the shopping guide who came over, "Get a thick coat."
The sales guy glanced at the two of them lightly, then lowered his head to continue ironing the clothes.
Wen Qingyang looked at his arrogant look and repeated his previous words indifferently.
There were no other customers in the store. The salesperson reluctantly stopped the garment steamer and walked over. "Hello, customer, are you looking for something warm to wear? Our prices might not be suitable for you. After all, each piece here has a unique fashion style. Plus, we're endorsed by the celebrity Jiang Lele. Just look at our incredibly high profile, and you'll see we're in a league of our own compared to those small roadside shops."
Mr. Sui’s clothes are always delivered on time by the designer team and taken care of by the housekeeper.
"Is it very famous?" He had never heard of it.
The salesperson immediately assumed he was being sarcastic and, with a fake smile, turned the tables on her. "If you're only used to buying knockoffs from online stores, then of course you don't know much about luxury goods. I can understand the mentality of a man like you."
The guy had already sized him up; he had every bit of a man's wit. His clothes didn't reveal the price, but they did accentuate his waist. He was probably a typical sophisticated, poor man.
His eyes are not as round as mine. I don't know how he hooked up with the pretty girl. How can he get all the good things?
The young man said impatiently: "You can choose whichever one you like."
"So what's your job?"
It has to be said that accountability is the state that Mr. Sui is most accustomed to.
He said coldly, "When the opponent's undercover agent is lurking here, do you insist on driving away ten customers with just three sentences every day?"
After Sui Yi finished speaking, he was worried that Qing'er would think that he had a bad temper.
He looked back and saw Wen Qingyang lowering his head and smiling, then he said in support, "Seeing you selling it here, I thought it was very cheap. Hey, can you afford to buy one piece of this store after working here for a month? Waiter?"
"Call your manager." She nudged Sui Yi's shoulder and asked him to sit on the sofa in the lounge area. "We have plenty of time anyway. We're waiting to file a complaint against you."
The sales guy's face turned pale. He hadn't expected that the couple would make a fuss and pursue the matter to the end. Seeing the customers coming in one after another looking at him strangely, he gritted his teeth and went to the staff lounge to call for help.
Wen Qingyang has been working part-time for so many years and has rich experience in dealing with customers/shop assistants who flatter others and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.
She tilted her head, met the eyes of the person next to her, and said soothingly: "If you hold back for a moment, you will get angrier and angrier. You must defend your deserved rights! Anyway, I'm with you, and you're with me."
The sofa sank, and the perfect creation of the goddess Nuwa was only an inch away from him.
Under the shimmering light of the crystal chandelier, Sui Yi discovered a small mole on the side of her neck, which had never been noticed in the online footage.
He secretly took great effort to pull his eyes away and asked the question that had been on his mind: "Are you worried that I'm cold?"
"certainly."
Wen Qingyang picked up an orange from the fruit fragrance tray, peeled it, removed the veins, pulled off the skin, and placed a slice in his palm.
"The temperature is so low, if I didn't have a coat, I would have put one on you long ago."
It's all made up. Host Wen never does anything to sacrifice himself to warm others.
Sui Yi didn't know that she was talking nonsense.
He looked at the spot in the palm of his hand. It was crystal clear, with fine texture, and a sweet and sour smell spreading in a small area.
He had never had anyone peel an orange for him since he was a child.
When it is served on the table, the petals are always distinct or the shape is delicate, and there is no chance for it to appear with the skin.
My mother only holds a pen. Peeling is a cook's job, and the group naturally takes priority. Her mother also gives me the expectation that I should be "as good as a girl."
Sui Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with this. It was the hard work of several generations of the Sui family, and it also provided a strong foundation for the protection of scientific researchers. The heir should regard the Sui family as the most important thing in their lives, and as a leader among them, his mother had undoubtedly shouldered this responsibility.
However, no matter how strong he is, the absence of his father in the family still makes him miss every moment of his companionship.
No matter how chaotic things were, she just sat there quietly, turned around to give him a slice of orange, and her upturned eyebrows were filled with infinite tenderness.
Sui Yi was stunned for a long time before he slowly said, "Thank you."
When the manager hurried over with the shopping guide, he felt that the person in front of him was not the violent person he said.
"I'm so sorry, the boys here are young and ignorant. I should be the one to receive distinguished guests like you two personally."
She bowed respectfully and was about to briefly introduce the Huishan Stone Spring Water provided in the store when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the diamond dial on the man's wrist.
This watch is a collection of a famous artist. It was sold at an overseas auction for tens of billions of yuan, but the buyer's information is unknown.
The manager, Xun, has been in the industry for over twenty years and possesses a keen eye for luxury goods. She can estimate their approximate value at a glance. Even if it's a replica, the genuine materials used in the inlays are clearly worth at least nine figures. In other words, why would someone with such wealth buy a replica?
She was shocked and cursed the male shopping guide in her mind.
When she saw the woman again, she couldn't help but feel a little more cautious. She offered the cup with both hands and suddenly felt that she looked familiar.
"Are you the host, Mr. Qing'er?"
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