Sang Chongde is here?
Sang Qiao hesitated for a moment and, instinctively, turned to leave.
However, before they could walk out the door, they heard a series of hard-soled shoe sounds coming quickly from the hall.
San Zhongde generally thought it was Fu Xingzhou who had returned, and he went to the door with a smile to greet him.
He went around the porch, only to discover that the person who had returned was not Fu Xingzhou.
It was San Qiao.
A moment of dissatisfaction flashed across San Zhongde's face, but he quickly squeezed out a smile and walked towards San Qiao.
With the compassion of a father, he reached out to put his arm around San Qiao's shoulder and said, "Isn't Qiao Qiao participating in a program? Why did you come back today? Dad hasn't seen you in the last few days. Why don't you go back home for a meal?"
San Qiao avoided San Zhongde's arm without expression on his face and quirked a smile, saying, "San Zhongde, do you have no inkling in your heart that I want to go back home for dinner?"
San Zhongde: "......"
San Zhongde, in his fifties, had a beer belly, but he could still be considered somewhat respectable.
Moreover, clothes make the man; every time he went out, he presented himself as a well-dressed pseudo-gentleman.
Unfortunately, San Qiao had an indomitable spirit, both in public and private, and never gave San Zhongde face.
Today, San Zhongde wore a dark brown Zhongshan suit, looking energetic and upright.
Even though he was rebuffed by San Qiao, his expression only changed slightly, and he promptly attempted to convey fatherly love: "Don't say that, Qiao Qiao, Dad knows you've suffered all these years... But Dad also has his reasons, you see..."
"I'm sorry, I'm not wearing contact lenses, I can't see," San Qiao interrupted San Zhongde's words, asking without expression, "What are you doing here?"
Yuan Bo and several other servants from the villa were waiting at the hall door.
San Zhongde, being rebuffed several times by San Qiao, finally looked a bit upset.
He took two steps back, sat on the large couch, and sighed deeply, "Qiao Qiao, why is there such a deep rift between you and your dad? You've been married for so long, and Dad hasn't seen you. I just happened to have some free time today, so I wanted to come and see you."
Listen.
What a deeply touching father-son relationship this is.
San Qiao was amused, and as he laid the paper bag in his hand on the display shelf, he said, "You came for the piece of land in the west of the city, the Rongcheng Bay Resort, the project you mentioned with me before."
Actually, San Qiao's memory was not very good, and this name was something he had looked up after San Zhongde mentioned it to him before.
The smile on San Zhongde's face was like a knife full of conspiracy, slowly slicing into San Qiao's flesh: "Qiao Qiao, what's with the way you speak? Now that you're officially married to Elder Fu, the San and Fu families are relatives, and we're one family, so how can you speak to two families?"
Seeing that San Qiao remained silent, San Zhongde poured himself a cup of tea: "Furthermore, I've already called Elder Fu before coming here, and he has agreed verbally. Dad came here to sign the contract."
San Qiao: "......"
San Qiao felt a sudden sinking in his heart.
He still remembered the specific location of the piece of land he had seen on the Fu Corporation's website, a prime location with a projected annual income that would reach the highest level among the resorts that had sprung up in the northern city in recent years.
Moreover, the Fu Corporation was the sole controlling stakeholder in this project, which had never been publicly tendered.
But somehow, San Zhongde, a person like this... a person like this, had taken advantage of it.
If it weren't for himself.
Fu Xingzhou wouldn't have given San Zhongde this face.
He really was superfluous.
San Qiao lowered his gaze and, thinking of something, suddenly quirked a smile, "You're right, the contract hasn't been signed yet."
San Zhongde caught the meaning of San Qiao's words and his face twisted: "What do you mean?"
San Qiao smiled at San Zhongde, "Nothing, just glad I came back tonight. I'm going to keep an eye on Fu Xingzhou and make sure he doesn't sign this document. Any problem?"
San Zhongde slammed the table, "San Qiao!"
San Qiao grinned, "What, do you want to hit me? Well, even if you hit me, I won't let Fu Xingzhou sign with you. It'll just make you mad!"
San Zhongde's good mood had finally been completely destroyed by San Qiao, and the fatherly demeanor he had been maintaining had completely collapsed.
He pointed at San Qiao and panted heavily a few times, "San Qiao, I think you've grown wings and want to fly! Inauspicious star, if it weren't for the support of the San family, could you even step into Fu Xingzhou's door? An ungrateful... "San Zhongde hadn't finished his last few words.
Fu Xingzhou entered from behind the porch with a cold look on his face.
Perhaps because of the drop in temperature in the city today.
Fu Xingzhou had changed into a handmade dark gray cashmere coat.
The two large doors of the villa had not yet closed, and the night wind carried the chill on Fu Xingzhou's face into the room.
His black leather shoes scarcely made a sound as they touched the ground.
Fu Xingzhou stood still in the brightly lit hall, and leisurely handed the coat to the butler behind him, arching his eyebrows, "General Sang came quite early."
At the moment he saw Fu Xingzhou, San Zhongde quickly restrained all of his foul language and now appeared dignified and kind, extending his hand to Fu Xingzhou, cloaked in the skin of an upper-class socialite, "Director Fu is always busy, my early arrival is only appropriate."
Fu Xingzhou glanced casually at San Zhongde's extended hand and walked right by him in an extremely indifferent manner.
Approaching San Qiao, he frowned and looked at the three paper bags in San Qiao's arms, "What's this?"
In the hall at this time, besides Fu Xingzhou and Sang Zhongde, there were also Yuan Bo and the other servants in the villa.
Sang Qiao shook the hand holding the bag of interest paper and felt a bit embarrassed to answer this question in public. He pursed his lips and said, "Wait until I get back to the room, and then I'll tell you!"
Compared to Sang Zhongde in front of him, Fu Xingzhou was clearly more interested in the paper bag in Sang Qiao's hands.
After getting an answer from Sang Qiao. Fu Xingzhou nodded and said, "Then you go upstairs and wait for me? I'll come after I finish the other things."
Go upstairs and wait?! That definitely won't work!
Sang Qiao peeked out from behind Fu Xingzhou and glanced at Sang Zhongde. He shook his head like a buoy and said, "No, no, no, I'll wait for you here!"
Fu Xingzhou helped Sang Qiao straighten out his wrinkled clothes due to holding something and said gently, "I'll be distracted if you're here while I work."
Sang Qiao: "......"
You're right, it seems like you are.
Sang Qiao pursed his lips, struggled to grab Fu Xingzhou's clothes with one hand, and said, "Then, you come with me first, I have something to tell you."
Fu Xingzhou adjusted the stray hair in front of Sang Qiao's forehead and turned to Sang Zhongde, "I'll accompany Qiao Qiao upstairs first, please wait a moment, Sang, I'll be back soon."
Naturally, Sang Zhongde remembered the reason for the dispute with Sang Qiao just now, and he was afraid that if Fu Xingzhou went upstairs with Sang Qiao, his words would change. He quickly said, "Um... Director Fu, you and Qiao Qiao just got married, I can understand. But it's getting late now, I've brought the contract, it's just a matter of signing it......"
Fu Xingzhou had already walked with Sang Qiao to the first-floor staircase and said, "Sang, I never go back on my word. You don't have to worry."
That's true.
Fu Xingzhou has an excellent reputation in the business world and has never been known to go back on his word.
Sang Zhongde was overjoyed at the promise.
He put his mind at ease and even waved his hand, "Mr. Fu, you're too kind! I'm not worried at all, you and Qiao Qiao don't need to rush, I can wait patiently!"
Sang Qiao: "......"
I feel like there's something strange about that sentence.
After thinking for a long time, Sang Qiao couldn't figure out what was wrong with the statement and was about to climb the stairs.
Fu Xingzhou reached out and took the leather paper bag from him and said, "Go to the second floor, to my bedroom."
Sang Qiao was stunned for a second, "Oh? Okay..."
It doesn't matter which bedroom it is, we're going to sleep together anyway.
Sang Qiao obediently followed behind Fu Xingzhou, like a little tail, and arrived at the entrance to his bedroom.
And then. Seeing Fu Xingzhou open the door and step aside slightly, he said calmly, "Go in."
Sang Qiao: "......"
I don't know if it's his illusion, but Sang Qiao always feels that he can sense a slight sense of satisfaction from Fu Xingzhou's words.
Like when a large beast in the animal world captures its prey, it's unhurried.
Sang Qiao was a little scared by his own imagination and tentatively stepped into Fu Xingzhou's room.
This bedroom was obviously the master bedroom on the second floor, with a large space, connecting the study and bedroom directly for the convenience of the owner.
The beige carpet and the lighting made the room look soft and warm.
Sang Qiao snatched his leather paper bag from Fu Xingzhou's hand, carefully placed it in the corner, raised his face seriously, and earnestly said, "Don't sign that contract with Sang Zhongde, okay?"
Fu Xingzhou's eyes lingered on the paper bag for a moment, then looked at Sang Qiao, "What's the matter?"
Sang Qiao felt that he shouldn't insult Sang Zhongde in front of Fu Xingzhou, so he carefully selected his words for a long time and said, "Sang Zhongde is a very bad person... and I heard that his company has some financial problems recently. Anyway, please don't sign with him."
However, Fu Xingzhou neither agreed nor disagreed. He stood in front of Sang Qiao and slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Qiao Qiao, are you worried about me?"
Sang Qiao began nodding particularly sincerely, "Yes! I looked into the project your company was originally going to do, don't give it to Sang Zhongde! He's not good!"
Sang Qiao's voice has always been soft, still with a hint of a teenage flavor. Especially now, as he spoke faster, tilted his head, and his watery eyes were full of urgency, he looked even more tempting.
Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sang Qiao's delicate Adam's apple, and with a hoarse voice said, "I know."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Fu Xingzhou reached out and touched Sang Qiao's hair, "I also know that Sang Zhongde has been unkind to you, he scolded you, hit you, and made you go hungry."
Sang Qiao: "???"
You scum, you know all this and still want to sign a contract with Sang Zhongde!?
Sang Qiao frowned, looking angry like a pufferfish.
Was just about to start getting autistic.
It felt like Fu Xingzhou's hand was gently rubbing his right earlobe
Then.
Fu Xingzhou's person leaned over as well and lightly kissed the ear bone on the right ear of Sang Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, let your husband avenge you, okay?"
The night was slightly cool.
But Fu Xingzhou's lips were warm
As they slid past his ear, there was a very cherished taste.
Before Sang Qiao could react.
Fu Xingzhou had already straightened up, "There are new towels in the bathroom, and a round, large bathtub that you like. Go take a bath, and wait for me to finish dealing with Sang Zhongde's matter and come up, hmm?"
Sang Qiao: "......"
Sang Qiao was directly taken for a ride by Fu Xingzhou's saucy operation, and obediently carried his clothes to the bathroom. Halfway there, he even turned back and reminded again, "Don't let him trick you!"
Fu Xingzhou nodded.
Sang Qiao leaned against the door frame for a moment, "Well, hurry up and come up."
Fu Xingzhou: "Okay."
He listened to the sound of water opening in the bathroom.
Fu Xingzhou then turned and walked downstairs.
Back in the hall on the first floor, Sang Zhongde was still sitting there, looking anxious and restless.
When he saw Fu Xingzhou return with an unchanged expression.
Sang Zhongde felt at ease, stood up and smiled apologetically, "Mr. Fu, Qiao Qiao has always been a little rebellious since he was young, thank you for taking so much trouble."
Fu Xingzhou calmly sat down on the other side of the sofa, looking at Sang Zhongde: "Is that so?"
Sang Zhongde, with a heart and eyes full of reluctance, finally told himself that it was Sang Qiao who had eventually entered the Fu family's door, and hurriedly said, "Qiao Qiao... hmm, this child was indeed not raised well by me when I was young, and his personality is unruly."
Sang Zhongde discreetly observed Fu Xingzhou's expression, and seeing no change, continued, "Originally, Mr. Fu, when my father approached your family with the proposal of a marriage alliance, our whole family believed that Qing Qing was actually more suitable for you, it's a pity that Qing Qing wasn't fated..."
Fu Xingzhou suddenly curled his lip.
Sang Zhongde's words instantly came to a halt: "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Xingzhou said, "Mr. Sang, if I don't remember incorrectly, when my grandfather went to your house, the marriage proposal he made was, I hope to marry your younger son."
Sang Zhongde: "......"
There was a blatant coldness in Fu Xingzhou's eyes and demeanor: "You interpreted this sentence as Sang Qing, and I didn't expose it, was already my greatest courtesy to you."
He paused, then rhythmically tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers: "I haven't even asked if you have considered Sang Qiao as your son, yet you still try to introduce Sang Qing to me?"
Fu Xingzhou looked at Sang Zhongde with a sardonic smile: "Mr. Sang, with such eloquence, you should really go into product sales, it's a waste of talent for you."
Fu Xingzhou was rarely in the mood to say so much.
But anyone who had even the slightest knowledge of Fu Xingzhou would know that
Every person who made Fu Xingzhou say so much, usually ended up very badly.
The butler, Yuan Bo, silently withdrew his gaze from Sang Zhongde.
He brought in a fresh fruit platter, breaking the ice-cold atmosphere: "Young Master, Mr. Sang, don't just discuss business and forget about your health, have some fruit."
The bright red cherries were washed and glistening, droplets of water still clinging to them.
In addition to winter strawberries and cherries, there were slices of green fruit and dragon fruit on the plate.
Fu Xingzhou then shifted his attention away from Sang Zhongde: "Has it been served to Sang Qiao yet?"
Yuan Bo adjusted the position of the fruit platter: "It's ready. Mr. Sang likes salad. The kitchen is preparing it, and I will bring it to him as soon as it's done."
Sang Zhongde's unsightly expression finally eased a bit.
He realized that it was a serious mistake to continue mentioning Sang Qing to Fu Xingzhou at this time.
So he quickly changed the subject, taking out the contract from his briefcase: "Look at my mouth, really... Mr. Fu, this is the vacation resort project enterprise cooperation development plan that I have prepared. Please take a look. If there are no other issues, we can finalize the partnership tonight."
Fu Xingzhou had no intention of changing his mind. He just looked at his wristwatch and said, "Mr. Sang, my assistant will be coming with the attorneys from the Fu family's real estate soon. Business is business, hope Mr. Sang won't mind."
Sang Zhongde: "......"
Perhaps seeing Sang Zhongde's hesitance.
Fu Xingzhou added calmly, "Of course, if Mr. Sang feels that I am lacking in courtesy, we can call off this contract."
Sang Zhongde: "......"
Call it off?!
The business of the Sang family had suffered successive blows recently, and the frequency of these setbacks made Sang Zhongde suspect if someone was undermining him behind his back.
The development project with the Fu family was a matter of life and death for the Sang family's entire company, and it naturally could not be abandoned like this.
Sang Zhongde sat back heavily on the sofa, forcing out a smile, "Naturally, naturally, blood is thicker than water. Mr. Fu is cautious in his actions, I understand, I understand."
Fu Xingzhou ignored Sang Zhongde and went straight to the kitchen to inspect the fruit platter and salad that were about to be served to Sang Qiao. He even handcrafted a chocolate latte art on Sang Qiao's hot milk, and after admiring it, specifically instructed Yuan Bo not to jostle the cup when taking it upstairs.
Yuan Bo: "......"
Fortunately, Fu Xingzhou's ostentatious behavior didn't last long. Raven and five impeccably dressed lawyers walked in from the door and promptly discussed Sang Zhongde's contract as per official business.
Half an hour later.
The lead lawyer nodded slightly to Fu Xingzhou, saying, "Director Fu, we have collectively discussed the contract with Mr. Sang Zhongde, and the general terms are in the right direction, but there are some details that need to be refined. We have made the necessary changes, please review them with Mr. Sang Zhongde and then sign."
Fu Xingzhou casually flipped through the contract before handing it to Sang Zhongde.
After carefully reading through it twice, Sang Zhongde found that the content only detailed the refinement of responsibilities and the division of work before and after the project, with no other changes. He expressed his approval with relief.
Both parties then signed the new contract, and Yuan Bo saw Sang Zhongde off at the villa gate, content.
The kitchen had already prepared supper, served steaming hot on the table. Along with the customary nourishing stew, there unexpectedly was salted egg yolk crayfish.
Raven's eyes turned green as he took off his coat and urged the other lawyers to sit down and eat together.
However, before they could settle in, Fu Xingzhou furrowed his brow and said, "I have something to do today, so I won't keep you for dinner."
Raven: "????"
No.
Boss, the food is on the table, why are you like this?
Raven's heart was broken, "Boss, we will eat quickly. In ten minutes, no, in five minutes, we will be finished!"
Fu Xingzhou remained unmoved, "I'll treat you separately another day, but today I have something to do."
Raven: "......"
What's the longest distance in the world?
It's when he's here and the crayfish is there.
We can only look at each other.
We can't stay together.
With a heavy heart, Raven swallowed the bitter saliva and left with his fellow equally puzzled, hungry lawyers.
Fu Xingzhou personally tidied up the dining table and arranged a few steaming plates of supper into a visually appealing display. Satisfied, he went upstairs to call Sang Qiao.
The ceiling lights in the room were already off. Only a warm-colored night light on Sang Qiao's side was still on. In the limited light of the night light, the completely empty Pikachu milk mug and glass fruit platter were placed on the bedside table.
Sang Qiao lay on the left side of the bed, wrapped in a large, fluffy blanket, only showing half of his head from his nose upwards.
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
What a strange sleeping position.
The soft and quiet carpet on the floor.
Fu Xingzhou walked over to Sang Qiao, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at the person sleeping under the sheets. After sleeping a while, his complexion was slightly rosier than usual, and his curled eyelashes were resting like butterflies. His lips were slightly pursed, and there were traces of milk mustache from the milk he had just drunk.
Quiet and beautiful.
Fu Xingzhou reached out, and his fingertip barely touched the milk mustache on Sang Qiao's lips.
The person on the bed was startled and opened his eyes wide, as if he was scared and leaned back.
But soon after, Sang Qiao realized that the person in front of him was Fu Xingzhou.
He is a good person who never hits him, Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Qiao wrapped himself in the blanket, scratched his eyes, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Then, he obediently smiled at Fu Xingzhou, and softly said, "Is it time to sleep? Shall we go to bed?"