After waiting for two minutes without receiving any news from Jinghen, Qin Xiang sneered coldly, raised his hand, and directly pulled Lin Ruochun’s head over to his side: "Sit properly, be careful of scoliosis from sitting crooked."
Lin Ruochun glanced at him strangely, but didn’t say anything. After an "oh," she sat upright in the chair. Two seconds later, she leaned back towards Wen Qiao and continued discussing the unfinished topic: "Actually, the Huo and Fang families originally planned for the marriage to be between Fang Qinghe’s sister, Fang Qingyu, but for so reason, it ended up being Fang Qinghe."
Just when Qin Xiang thought Lin Ruochun was being obedient: "..."
Obedient, my ass.
Wen Qiao noticed the dagger-like look from Qin Xiang, her head slightly leaned back, and when their eyes t, she provocatively raised an eyebrow at him.
As if to say: See, your Little Jiaojiao is closest to .
Qin Xiang: "..."
What kind of woman has Jinghen taken a liking to?
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The one thing never lacking in the wealthy circle is gossip. At a party, just stand there with a glass of wine, and news about which CEO cheated, which wife had a confrontation with a mistress, or which families are planning an arranged marriage, finds its way to your ears like it has legs.
And won’s nature is also about gossip, and the rumors Lin Ruochun heard were far more exciting than the straightforward narrative from Jinghen.
The Huo and Fang families had an arrangent long ago, but Huo Mutian was naturally rebellious and never listened to family plans. After the college entrance exam, his family wanted him to choose a managent major to prepare him for taking over the company, but Huo Mutian quietly chose computer science. In anger, Mr. Huo cut off his financial support, but he lived by coding and had a pretty good life, even went on a world tour after graduation.
If Mr. Huo hadn’t had a major illness two years ago, and the doctor advised against him overworking, Huo Mutian wouldn’t have returned ho to take over the family business.
After seeing Huo Mutian run the company so well, Mr. Huo was relieved about his career and began to worry about his personal life.
Actually, the Huo and Fang families’ marriage wasn’t a business alliance as the outside world thought. One is in comrce and the other in literature; what kind of business alliance is that?
It’s just that Mr. Huo and Mr. Fang had a friendship from early on, thinking a daughter raised in a literary family would complent their disobedient son, allowing their son to experience the charm of literature, thus promoting the marriage.
But Huo Mutian, being who he is, would never walk the easy path, always opting for the difficult way in the dark, so naturally, he wouldn’t follow Mr. Huo’s arrangent.
The relationship between Huo Mutian and Mr. Huo was awkward. They cared deeply for each other but every eting ended on a sour note.
Ever since the talk about the marriage with the Fang family began, Huo Mutian hadn’t even returned ho once. He didn’t even attend the first family eting, leaving his parents and the Fang family waiting.
Not even cutting off his funds could bend his will, let alone when he’s firmly in control of the company now; Mr. Huo really has no hold over him.
But sohow, Huo Mutian got involved with Fang Qinghe.
Wen Qiao recalled the way Huo Mutian called her earlier, urging her repeatedly to find Fang Qinghe, and intuitively sensed there was a big story between them.
From her extensive experience reading various romance novels, Wen Qiao felt this story must have sothing to do with romance.
She rubbed her chin, eyes slightly narrowed, the curve at the corners of her mouth gradually widening.
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