Beijing-Hong Kong Confession
Chapter 74 The Princess of Roses
A man sat calmly on a black leather seat.
He was wearing a high-quality, high-quality, custom-made suit with crisp, fitted fabric, a finely sculpted face, clear and handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose. His eyes slowly fell on her.
The little girl stood beside the car in the sunlight, wearing a rose-gray shirt dress, her long hair tied into a loose bun, her face mostly covered by a mask, her exposed black eyes looking at him with a little surprise.
After not seeing each other for more than eight months, we feel a little strange.
The man met her gaze, his cold eyes were tinged with the warmth of the twilight, and his clear voice contained a hint of laziness.
"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Can't you call for help?"
Zhu Xia didn't expect him to be here. She came to her senses and said, "Third brother."
Old Xu put away the luggage, the trunk closed automatically, and Zhu Xia got into the car slowly.
The little girl bent down and got into the car. Her thin and delicate shoulders and neck had a beautiful curve. She was wearing a pair of small white shoes and there was a faint red mark on her tender white calf.
Song Chengyu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, a sinister look flashing across his eyes.
fleeting.
Old Xu didn't rush into the driver's seat. Instead, he stood outside the car and knocked on the window respectfully:
"Mr. Song, are we going back to the old house or Guoxin Apartment?"
Guoxin Apartment was Zhu Xia's residence in the city center, although she hardly ever lived there.
"Old house." Song Chengyu uttered two words.
"Yes." said Old Xu.
The Bentley drove away from the Capital International Airport and onto the highway. The orange afterglow poured into the car and fell on the man's wrist, which was casually placed on his crossed knees.
There is an exquisite watch on his wrist, and a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads is wrapped around his slender finger bones. His skin is cold and white, and his joints are clear and strong, like a work of art.
Combined with his majesty that looks down on everyone, he seems like a snowy night, emotionless and noble.
That string of Buddhist beads was obtained by Song Chengyu's mother from the temple when he fell ill, and she has been carrying it with her ever since.
"Xia Xia." Song Chengyu spoke.
Zhu Xia calmly withdrew her gaze, cut off her memories, raised her eyelashes to look at him, and called out in the same voice: "Third Brother."
"How are you these days?"
"The medical project is already being finalized and handed over." Zhu Xia answered in a proper manner.
A powerful person has a very keen sense of things.
He Lianzhou is, and so is Song Chengyu.
Zhu Xia was too lazy to think of lying and could only choose a response.
No one spoke again and the surroundings were silent.
Zhu Xia tilted his head, rolled down the car window, looked out at the autumn capital, and felt the cool autumn breeze brush across his skin.
The leaves rippled as the wind blew, and there were clumps of ginkgo trees, persimmon trees and pomegranate trees laden with fruits.
The Forbidden City is dressed in gorgeous attire, with rows of yellow glazed tiles arranged in a dense pattern, sparkling with golden light under the soft light.
The yellow tiles and red walls, the deep alleys, the streets lined with tall buildings...all are exactly the same as in my memory.
The car stopped halfway. Old Xu got off the car for a few minutes, brought back a bouquet of roses and handed them to Song Chengyu in the back seat.
"Mr. Song."
Song Chengyu took it and handed it to Zhu Xia. The fragrance of the flowers instantly filled his nostrils. Zhu Xia held it in his arms and looked down.
The outer petals of Rose Juliet are clean and translucent, while the inner petals are layered with light yellow petals, which are gorgeous and elegant.
"Juliet, the princess among roses." Song Chengyu smiled, his tone slightly doting, "It suits you very well."
When Old Xu heard this, he glanced at Zhu Xia, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, in the rearview mirror and then looked away as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Song was born in a high tower, possessing power and money that ordinary people could hardly imagine. He was always cold and arrogant towards others, but he was gentle as water to the young lady and indulged her without any bottom line.
The two should have gotten married three years ago, but at that time Zhu Xia had just graduated and was focused on her career and did not want to get married so early.
The Song family had two opinions: one was that they could get married first so as not to delay her further studies; the other was that they could get married first so as not to delay her further studies.
Second, being a doctor involves a tense doctor-patient relationship, which is dangerous and hard, so she was asked to change her career.
It was even suggested that she be given a private hospital and a management position.
All in all, no one agreed that Zhu Xia should continue to study and work abroad.
Song Chengyu single-handedly took on the pressure from his entire family. His hand carelessly twirled the dinner knife, listening to the endless stream of comments from the crowd. After a while, he calmly opened his mouth and said, "Are you done?"
The room suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
"I won't interfere too much in Xia Xia's affairs. But..."
Song Chengyu glanced around with contempt, "If any of you dare to force her, I won't be polite."
The knife fell, and the apple on the light green plate broke neatly into two pieces.
Cruel and resolute.
Old Xu could feel the silent and tense atmosphere in the room even from far away at the door.
Although Mr. Song is the third among his peers, he is the only heir designated by Mr. Song. His father is in business, his mother is in politics, and his family has a deep foundation... Others are afraid of him and dare not offend him.
"Very beautiful flowers." Zhu Xia said in a calm tone, "It's just that there are too many. Just give me two next time."
The little girl is always straightforward. She will refuse if she doesn't like something and put forward her ideas if she has any.
Song Chengyu raised the corner of his lip and said in a gentle voice: "Why two?"
"One is too shabby, two is just right," said Zhu Xia.
In pairs, even numbers represent beauty.
Four doesn't have a good meaning, but eight is too many.
Two is just right.
But in the final analysis, it's because she's lazy and doesn't like heavy burdens.
The Song Family Mansion was built with the design of Jiangnan gardens, and is full of Jiangnan charm. There are ancient pavilions and bridges, and winding waterside pavilions. The towers are high and the courtyards are quiet, connected by winding paths. In the center of the house is a towering rockery made of yellow stones. The water below the mountain is cool and gurgling, and there is a pleasant sound.
At dusk, the ambiguous light reduces the pixels of the scenery, and the specific details of the landscape pavilion are hidden, leaving only a few lines, showing the Chinese style.
The Bentley stopped smoothly and Aunt Zhao, one of the housekeepers, greeted us at the door.
Aunt Zhao has worked in the Song residence for more than 30 years, taking care of Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu as they grew up. She is more like a mother to them than Song Chengyu's mother.
It’s not that relatives are better than relatives.
There aren't so many restrictions between them.
Aunt Zhao smiled, "Cheng Yu, Xia Xia, you're back."
Song Chengyu watched Zhu Xia quicken her pace and walk over to hug Aunt Zhao.
"Aunt Zhao, long time no see."
"It's been a long time. About a year. Why are you getting thinner again? Are you not used to foreign food?"
"I want to eat what you cook." Zhu Xia smiled, her voice rarely sounding coquettish.
"You're back just in time. Dinner is ready." After saying that, Aunt Zhao looked at Song Chengyu.
Song Chengyu tugged at his tie with his fingers, and curled his lips helplessly, "Take Xia Xia back to the room first, I'll go talk to Grandpa for a few words."
After getting off the plane, I took a car again. I had been on the road all day and needed to take a break before facing the solemn and dignified family.
Entering the bedroom on the third floor, Aunt Zhao helped her pack clothes in the suitcase.
Zhu Xia went into the bathroom, lowered her head, and splashed water on her cheeks with both hands. Suddenly, Aunt Zhao's voice came from the door.
"Xia Xia, there's a phone call. The caller ID says He Lianzhou."
Zhu Xia looked up suddenly.
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