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Chen Sumin lowered her head and called out softly, “Brother Congxian.”
The latter smiled and nodded.
Old Mr. Chen, with the intention of bringing the two of them together, said with a laugh, “Sumin, why don’t you show your Brother Congxian around?”
She responded and then shyly walked over to him.
There wasn’t much to see in the banquet hall; they would run into an acquaintance every few steps.
Most of them greeted Jiang Congxian with flattering words.
He responded good-naturedly, gently swirling the champagne in the glass he held with his long fingers.
Occasionally, there would be young, aristocratic ladies who came to chat. Dressed in elegant and appropriate gowns with exquisite makeup, each one was prettier than the last.
When they saw Chen Sumin standing next to him, they exchanged glances.
Considering that the Chen family was the host today, they could only swallow their displeasure.
She’s quite good at getting a head start, isn’t she?
The covetous looks from the ladies around her gave Chen Sumin a sense of crisis. The relationship was still unofficial, but she was eager to declare her status as the rightful partner. She reached out with her slender arm to link it with Jiang Congxian’s.
The unfamiliar touch made him frown slightly. He subtly moved away.
Chen Sumin was stunned.
His voice was calm, “Sorry, I have a bit of a phobia of germs.”
The implication was that he didn’t like her touching him.
Chen Sumin was a little embarrassed but could also understand.
As today’s birthday boy, Chen Xun had finished catching up with his group of close friends and pushed his way through the crowd.
He saw his sister standing next to Jiang Congxian and remembered what his father had mentioned at the dinner table a few days ago—the intention to form an alliance through marriage between the Jiang and Chen families.
He also hoped this would work out.
In his mind, Jiang Congxian was almost on the same level as his father. He would never forget that night when the man calmly took off his glasses to wipe the lenses, looking down at the group of people sprawled on the ground.
He gently stepped on the back of a hand and asked softly, “Will you dare to do it again?”
His demeanor was clearly cultured and distinguished, yet it was inexplicably dangerous.
The second son of the Chen family had gotten into a conflict over a woman and was outnumbered and beaten on the ground.
If it weren’t for Jiang Congxian, who happened to be nearby inspecting a new project, his arms and legs would probably have been broken.
After that, the second son of the Chen family, out of admiration, began to imitate Jiang Congxian’s every word and action.
It was a clumsy imitation, like a child’s game.
Chen Sumin saw him and called out, “Brother.”
Chen Xun acknowledged her and created an opportunity for her, “Brother Xian, are you free at the end of the month?”
Jiang Congxian looked at Jiang Yuan behind him, as if asking about his schedule.
The latter looked down and said, “The three days at the end of the month are free.”
Chen Xun was immediately delighted, “Perfect, my sister has an audition at her school at the end of the month. It’s for the cello. She’d be ecstatic if you went to watch.”
Chen Sumin complained, pushing him, “What are you talking about?”
Yet, she looked at Jiang Congxian with anticipation.
The man was thinking about something, and after a moment of silence, he asked her, “Are you a student at Beinan University?”
Chen Sumin nodded, “Yes, I am.”
She was secretly pleased that he even knew which university she attended.
The instrument, the date, and the university name all matched up.
It seemed that this was the audition that Lin Wangshu had been preparing for day and night.
As if he had thought of something interesting, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Chen Sumin was struck by this smile, and her heart began to race.
Jiang Congxian nodded and agreed, “Okay.”
Her heart beat even faster, and her excitement turned into elation.
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He reluctantly attended the birthday banquet, but it wasn’t for nothing. Old Mr. Chen agreed to sell him the plot of land in the north.
It seemed he had calculated that Jiang Congxian would become his son-in-law and even gave him a “family price.”
Leaving the hotel, the man completely dropped his gentle smile. He took off his suit jacket, threw it to Jiang Yuan, and said impatiently, “Throw it away.”
Jiang Yuan understood and did as he was told.
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(Qiuqiu’s Meow)
In the living room, Xiao Lian, who had finished her chores, was knitting a sweater on the sofa.
Lin Wangshu came in after changing her shoes and asked curiously, “What are you doing?”
This spoiled young lady had never seen anyone knit a sweater before and found it intriguing.
Xiao Lian smiled and moved to the side, making room for her, “It’s almost autumn, so I’m thinking of knitting some sweaters for my parents.”
Lin Wangshu sat down next to her, “Knitting a sweater?”
Xiao Lian saw that she seemed interested and asked, “Do you want me to teach you?”
Lin Wangshu hesitated, “Can I?”
Xiao Lian laughed, “Of course you can.”
She handed her a ball of yarn and two knitting needles and taught her hands-on, “Like this, first loop it over, then pull it through, then loop it again.”
Lin Wangshu was smart and quickly learned.
Before long, she had knitted a small part of a sleeve.
Outside, the sound of car tires on concrete was heard, and the large iron gate creaked.
It must be the master returning. Xiao Lian put down her things and stood up to open the door.
Jiang Congxian came in, unbuttoning his cuffs, and saw Lin Wangshu in the living room.
She was looking down, focused, with a ball of yarn in her lap.
He walked over and sat down next to her, “Are you a cat, playing with yarn so seriously?”
Lin Wangshu glanced at him but didn’t say anything.
Xiao Lian walked over and said with a smile, “Sister Shushu is knitting a sweater.”
Jiang Congxian chuckled, “You know how to do that?”
“Sister Shushu is very clever. She learned it as soon as I taught her.”
Jiang Congxian asked her, “Do you know my size?”
Lin Wangshu turned to the side, “It’s not for you.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? If it’s not for me, then is it for some other man?”
He hugged her, resting his chin on her shoulder, and his voice was gentle, “Tell me which other man you’re knitting for, and I’ll find someone to break his legs.”
Xiao Lian tactfully left, and the living room was left with just the two of them.
Lin Wangshu pushed him a few times but couldn’t get him to let go.
He held her tighter, burying his face in the soft crook of her neck, greedily smelling her fresh, feminine scent, “Didn’t I tell you to wash up and wait for me? Why do you still smell so good?”
Lin Wangshu was afraid he would get out of hand and reminded him, “This is the living room.”
“Hmm.” He stayed put with his head on her shoulder, “Just let me hug you for a little while longer.”
“I’m so tired.”
He was already busy with work, and he hadn’t rested much even after going back to Qing City with her. He had been busy with social obligations as soon as he got off the plane.
Lin Wangshu disliked him, but she could still tell right from wrong.
He had helped her with her grandmother and Lin Yue’s affairs.
Hearing the tiredness in his voice, Lin Wangshu no longer pushed him away.
Not until his breathing beside her ear became steady did she realize he had fallen asleep.
Xiao Lian tiptoed out, “Did the master fall asleep?”
Lin Wangshu nodded, “He’s asleep.”
Jiang Congxian, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was leaning on Lin Wangshu. Their posture looked incredibly intimate.
Xiao Lian giggled, “Sister Shushu is amazing. The master can’t even fall asleep with medication sometimes, but he fell asleep just by leaning on your shoulder for a little while.”
She was young and didn’t know about the animosity between Lin Wangshu and Jiang Congxian.
She just thought that two people who looked so good together seemed very well-matched.
She was happy to see them being affectionate.
Lin Wangshu wasn’t sure when he would wake up. Her shoulder felt a bit sore from his weight.
She cautiously shifted her numb bottom, and her lowered eyelashes met Jiang Congxian’s deep, ink-like eyes.
Lin Wangshu was caught off guard and jumped. This man always woke up without a sound.
“Did I scare you?”
She reached out and pushed him, “If you’re awake, get up.”
He didn’t move and refused to get up, “Let me lean on you for a little longer.”
His voice was a little hoarse from just waking up.
Lin Wangshu couldn’t push him away, so she had to let him be.
She randomly tuned into a channel on the TV, a music channel, where an orchestra was performing.
As the camera zoomed in, she saw a familiar face and her eyes lit up.
It was Sheng Lin.
He could be considered Lin Wangshu’s musical inspiration. She started playing the cello after she accidentally saw a performance of his on TV.
At that time, he was only twelve or thirteen years old.
He was refined and cultured. This quality was different from Jiang Congxian’s.
The former was genuine, while the latter was just a pretense for his own benefit.
She watched intently, but the TV screen suddenly went black without warning.
Jiang Congxian had gotten up from her shoulder at some point, perhaps when she was watching the performance so seriously.
He threw the remote control he was holding back onto the coffee table, his face gloomy, “It’s too noisy.”
The volume wasn’t even loud.
She had intentionally turned it down a little, fearing it would disturb his sleep.
Lin Wangshu thought that his sleep disorder might have gotten worse.
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