??Chapter 41: 040: Take Changling to et the parents.
Chapter 41: 040: Take Changling to et the parents.
Guan Sixing sat down at the other end of the chair, “You haven’t had a drink with
yet.”
She opened her watery, drunken eyes, “Why should I drink with you?”
“You drank with them.”
It was all Gu Yihuan’s fault for making him late.
Jhiang Youyou tilted her head, looking confused and innocent, “Who are they? Do they have mines?” She suddenly leaned forward, propping herself on the chair, and looked him up and down, “You look like a male college student.”
Too close, her gaze was as if intent on stripping him bare.
Guan Sixing did not dodge, eting her eyes directly. The heat spread from his ears down to his neck, turning it red with her breath.
She then sat back down, “I like male college students the most.” She covered her mouth, mischievous smiles escaping from her eyes, “They are so well-behaved, and they know the most.”
Guan Sixing maintained his posture for a while, waiting until his limbs were not so stiff and tense, then he moved a little closer to her, just a little, so she wouldn’t notice.
“Have you dated a lot of male college students?”
What’s so good about male college students anyway, they were all dumb. They couldn’t even do the physics problems he set, not one of them could enter his lab.
Jhiang Youyou didn’t answer, her thoughts seed to be disconnected, spacey.
Guan Sixing poked her shoulder, lightly, with a finger.
Her broken speech circuits reconnected, she turned her head, eyes wide and unblinking and suddenly asked, “Can you do it?”
Guan Sixing didn’t understand, “Do what?”
She grabbed his sleeve and pulled hard.
Guan Sixing lost his balance and before he could react, a soft girl’s body squeezed into his arms, and during his dazed mont, she pouted her lips against his.
It was a heavy bump, painful at first, then a wet and soft numbness followed.
Guan Sixing had never kept a pet, but Gu Yihuan used to have a cat. The cat wasn’t affectionate to Gu Yihuan but liked him instead, it enjoyed licking fur, and also liked to lick him.
He subconsciously raised his hand to pat the “kitty’s” head.
Then he was pushed away.
Jhiang Youyou pursed her mouth, annoyed as she licked her hurt lips, “You’re not good at it at all.”
After saying that, she slumped onto Guan Sixing’s body.
*****
The car was on the overpass when Wen Changling realized this wasn’t the familiar route.
She asked Xie Shang, “Aren’t we going back to Lotus Pond Street?”
“You said you weren’t full, didn’t you?”
She truly hadn’t eaten her fill at the Jhiang Family.
She watched Xie Shang’s reflection on the car window, amazed at his remarkable insight.
The car ran on the main road for almost twenty minutes, then turned into an alley and wound around for another ten minutes, finally stopping in front of a private restaurant with unimpressive decor.
This restaurant was special, they didn’t accept orders, only asked if the custors had any dietary restrictions.
Xie Shang looked towards Wen Changling.
She shook her head.
Xie Shang replied to the chef who ca out to greet them personally, “Don’t chop the food too finely.”
The chef replied indifferently, “You can use a spoon.”
They knew each other.
Knowing that Xie Shang wasn’t very skilled with chopsticks ant they must be quite familiar. Wen Changling couldn’t help but be curious as she looked towards the chef. The chef had the kind of face of a man who changes girlfriends frequently.
The chef was also looking at Wen Changling.
Xie Shang gently tapped on the table to remind, “Have you looked enough?”
Only then did the chef correct his gaze, “Please wait a mont,” and he went to the kitchen.
There was a tea kettle on the table.
Xie Shang touched the edge of the kettle with the back of his hand. It wasn’t hot. He poured a cup of water and set it down to the right of Wen Changling, “He’s my uncle.”
Su Beihe.
Wen Changling knew the na.
She touched her arm, feeling a bit cold, and moved her chair a little to the right. “Your uncle is a chef?”
“Sort of, cooking is his side job.”
Xie Shang stood up to adjust the air conditioner vent.
She took a sip of tea, fruit tea, sweet, “Why not make it his main job?”
“The family doesn’t agree.”
“Why?” Wen Changling thought being a chef was a pretty decent profession.
Xie Shang spoke in a very ordinary tone, “There’s a whole bunch of banks waiting for him to inherit.”
Wen Changling: “…”
The Su family started off with a pawnshop but had since beco primarily an investnt bank.
Marlon Group is one of the largest investnt banks in the country, with business spanning private banking, sales, transactions, corporate finance, rgers and acquisitions, and retail banking.
Because so of its businesses closely resemble those of comrcial banks, so financial dia include Marlon in the banking category.
Back of the house.
Su Beihe was calling his mother, Madam Zhai Wenjin, “Your precious grandson brought a girl to my place for dinner.”
Madam Zhai Wenjin reacted strongly, with even the barks of Fudao coming through the phone.
Fudao was a golden retriever raised by Madam Zhai, and according to family hierarchy, Xie Shang had to call Fudao ‘little uncle’.
Su Beihe had only one purpose for this call, “Now you can rest easy, his sexual orientation didn’t follow mine.”
Su Beihe’s sexual orientation: Male.
An old saying in the empire goes, “a nephew takes after his uncle.” Xie Shang was already twenty-six, and not only did he not have a girlfriend, but there was also a lack of females around him. Since Xie Shang was eighteen, Madam Zhai had started to worry about his sexual orientation, afraid he would follow his uncle. One of them she could accept, but two would be a bit of a stretch for her blood pressure.
By the ti they finished dinner and arrived ho, it was past nine in the evening.
Lotus Pond Street was narrow, with occasional cars passing by. Xie Shang and Wen Changling walked one after the other. Naturally, she walked closer to the wall, in front, while he took the outside, behind. Their shadows were scattered, sotis drawing close, sotis drifting away.
His jacket hung over his arm, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, revealing faint veins on his forearms, not the hands of soone who had never been graced by the gentle sun but instead, they appeared quite powerful. Besides a watch, he wore no other accessories. His black shirt was a classic basic model, and the mole on his collarbone was effectively placed; just unbuttoning one button of his shirt would reveal it.
When they reached the pawnshop, Wen Changling suddenly stopped and asked Xie Shang, “Is Little Star your childhood nickna?”
She rembered the tune of “Little Star” from the bar.
“Did you hear that?”
She explained, “I didn’t an to eavesdrop. I just overheard it when your mother called you.”
“It was my na when I was little. I don’t use it much now.”
After Xie Shang beca sensible, he didn’t really like this nickna; it was too well-behaved. He had asked Ms. Su Nanzhi why she chose such an innocent and harmless nickna. Shouldn’t it be sothing more ferocious to suppress his fate, which even fortune-tellers shook their heads at?
Madam Su said it was because there were stars in the sky on the night he was born. Madam Su also said that superstition was harmful.
The first guqin tune Xie Shang learned was “Little Star,” personally taught by his grandmother, who said, “Star, this tune is your nasake.”
Still, he did not particularly like this milky nickna, especially when Gu Yihuan seed mischievous and deliberately called him Little Star in a contrived manner.
The evening breeze was neither dry nor humid, quite comfortable, which made Wen Changling very relaxed. Thus she blurted out, “From now on, whenever I look up at the stars, I’ll think of you.”
Xie Shang suddenly stared at her.
She touched her neck, realizing that her words were inappropriate, and quickly changed the subject, “Goodnight.”
She quickly walked ho.
Xie Shang remained standing there, looking up at the stars in the sky. It was a long ti before he allowed his stiff neck to relax and a mysterious tightness in his heart loosened, and only belatedly did he avert his gaze.
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