usatvline Chapter 170 The Intentions Are Obvious 12
Chapter 170 The Intentions Are Obvious 12
Before resting that night, Ziyue instructed Huandong that she would have a guest named Xiang coming tomorrow. She told Huandong not to stop him, but to welcome him in and treat him well.
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The next morning at ten o'clock sharp, Ziyue came downstairs and saw Xiang Nan and her father sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting happily.
"When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me?" Ziyue looked at Nan, who was sitting upright on the sofa, dressed in a suit and tie, with every single hair on his head neatly combed.
"It hasn't been long since you woke up, so I didn't want to disturb you." Before Xiang Nan could finish speaking, Qing's father interrupted him: "I arrived around eight o'clock and have been waiting for you here for almost two hours, my dear."
Qing Wanjun looked at his daughter with a teasing expression. He knew Xiang Siye and had dealt with him before. Xiang Siye was a junior whom he admired.
However, I didn't know when my precious baby had become acquainted with this Master Xiang.
He had just finished his breakfast this morning when Fourth Master Xiang suddenly arrived with a pile of valuable gifts, leaving him momentarily stunned.
He originally wanted to have the maid wake his daughter up, but he stopped her, saying that Ziyue should continue sleeping and not be disturbed.
He was certain he hadn't misread the hint of tenderness in his eyes when he spoke of his precious child; he wasn't getting old and his eyesight was failing him yet.
Upon seeing this, he realized that, unbeknownst to him, his precious son had quite a connection with the famous Master Xiang.
However, he wouldn't stop them; many people wanted to marry into his family, but he didn't approve of any of them.
If his daughter doesn't want to get married, he will support her; he can support her for the rest of her life.
But there will come a day when he is gone, leaving his daughter all alone in this world. How could he bear to do that?
Therefore, he also wanted to find a kindred spirit for his precious daughter.
He was not some old-fashioned father. Xiang Nan was not interested in women and had always kept himself pure. There were never any women around him. Moreover, he was decisive and righteous, had outstanding abilities, and the power behind him was not to be underestimated.
Being on good terms with him wouldn't be bad for my daughter.
As for relationship issues, he believes his daughter can handle them well.
Having made up his mind, and with his daughter still asleep, Qing Wanjun first entertained Xiang Nan. The two chatted and drank tea downstairs while waiting for their precious daughter to wake up.
"Uncle, you can just call me by my name." Xiang Nan adopted a very humble and respectful attitude towards Zi Yue's father this time, after all, he wanted to marry the man's daughter, and the father's approval was still very important.
At least he knew that Qing Wanjun only had one daughter, Ziyue, and that he had never remarried for her sake. Everyone knew that Qing Wanjun was a doting father and loved his daughter very much.
Qing's father treats Ziyue very well, and Xiang Nan is naturally happy for Ziyue, and also respects Qing's father from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, Qing Wanjun's ability to become the richest man is inseparable from his methods, vision, knowledge, skills, and character. They had dealt with each other before, and Xiang Nan had always admired Qing Wanjun as a senior.
Not to mention, he is Ziyue's father, so his importance in his heart naturally increased even further.
Hearing Master Xiang refer to himself as a junior and tell him to just call him by his name, Qing Wanjun's eyes twitched.
How come it's so obvious, without any attempt to hide it? This guy's intentions towards his daughter are so blatant, so completely undisguised!
Aren't you afraid that your old father will disagree and interfere?
Xiang Nan was unaware of his father's thoughts at this moment. If he had known, he would have calmly stated why there was any need to conceal them.
He wasn't ashamed of himself; he considered himself presentable enough. He just took a liking to the girl at first sight, and he wanted to be with her openly and honestly.
Moreover, the girl was also interested in him, so he naturally wouldn't hesitate or be timid.
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Ziyue ignored her father's teasing, said "Oh" and walked towards the restaurant next door.
As soon as Ziyue sat down at the table, Huandong brought her a bowl of lean meat porridge, a plate of steamed dumplings, a steamer of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), a plate of egg pancakes, fried eggs, steamed rice cakes, and fruit. Ziyue slowly began to enjoy her breakfast.
Seeing that his daughter had gotten up, Old Man Qing stood up and said, "My dear, I've made plans to have lunch with your Uncle Zhou and your godfather, so I won't be back. Xiang Nan, I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now. You two chat."
Xiang Nan also stood up and waited respectfully for Qing's father to leave before looking at Zi Yue, who was having a meal in the restaurant.
Ziyue looked at Nanban standing upright in the living room, his gaze fixed on her, and then invited him to sit down at the dining table.
Xiang Nan sat down, and before Zi Yue could speak, a hoarse voice rang out, "My darling?"
Ziyue frowned, "That's the nickname my dad usually calls me. You can't call me that!!"
A smile flickered in Xiang Nan's eyes. "Then I'll call you Qingqing."
Ziyue nodded. "Have you had breakfast? Would you like to eat something together?"
Xiang Nan nodded and replied, "I've already eaten."
"Well, then you can eat something with me too. We can have lunch together later. I usually don't eat lunch until one or two o'clock, so you must be hungry."
As she spoke, Ziyue picked up a steamed dumpling and brought it to his mouth.
Xiang Nan's heart stirred slightly. He opened his mouth and ate the steamed dumpling. He didn't seem to taste the original flavor of the dumpling. He only knew that it was very sweet, really sweet.
So, Ziyue ate by herself while occasionally feeding Xiang Nan.
After finishing a sticky and greasy breakfast, Huan Dong next to me stared blankly, completely bewildered.
What's going on? She had no idea when her young mistress had met such a dangerous-looking, imposing man, and they seemed to have a rather intimate relationship.
However, judging from her young mistress's expression, this should be her future son-in-law. Since the master didn't object and the young mistress liked him, she was naturally happy for her young mistress.
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After breakfast, Ziyue went upstairs to change her clothes. To match the black suit Xiang Nan was wearing today, Ziyue changed into a black lace dress.
The long sleeves are openwork, the upper body is fitted, and the lower body is ankle-length. Two crossed pearl chains encircle the waist, making the waist look slender and delicate.
She wore a pair of black suede stilettos, revealing her slender and delicate ankles. With each step, her fair and slender ankles were partially exposed, making one want to hold them and play with them.
It really makes one exclaim: This beauty is exquisite in every way.
Ziyue carried a black shawl and gracefully descended the stairs.
Xiang Nan watched Zi Yue descend the stairs step by step, his eyes darkening slightly, and he felt an urge to hide her away.
Ziyue walked to Xiangnan's side, and Xiangnan took the shawl from her hand and draped it over her shoulders. "It's windy outside today, you should wear this."
"Ok."
The two went out without a driver, and drove south.
Once inside the car, Ziyue asked, "Do you know what we're going out to do?"
Xiang Nan honestly replied, "I don't know. I'm fine with anywhere when I'm with Qingqing."
"You're such a chatterbox, of course we're going on a date! Shopping, movies, dinner, tea. But there don't seem to be any good movies. Oh well, let's go to the theater instead. I've really missed it these past few years abroad."
Xiang Nan had no objections whatsoever. When he heard that Zi Yue wanted to go to the opera, he drove directly to the most famous opera house in Qingcheng, Liyuan Opera Society.