Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

As long as the two of them have time, the wedding can be held at any time.

Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu walked in and called them Grandpa and Uncle.

Seeing that their teacups were empty, Zhu Xia sat down in front of the tea table and made tea skillfully.

Song Chengyu glanced at Qingmei, who had a calm expression, and sat down between Old Song and his uncle.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is Mid-Autumn Festival, and engagement is engagement. If you confuse the two, Xia Xia will be embarrassed to ask me for an engagement gift in the future." His tone was a little joking.

No matter how unkind a young man from Beijing may be in the business world, he still treats his closest family members the same way as he did when he was a child in private.

"Grandpa, uncle." Zhu Xia handed the brewed tea to Old Song and Uncle's arms and said softly.

"We can't just listen to your opinion, we also have to see what Xia Xia thinks." Uncle picked up the tea and said to Song Chengyu.

Song Chengyu and his uncle looked over at the same time, and Zhu Xia said calmly: "I am not coming back to add to your workload this Mid-Autumn Festival. I just want to come back and accompany Grandpa."

Mr. Song nodded slowly.

"Xia Xia is the most filial one. Others left the old house and didn't come back all year round." The uncle glanced at the old man opposite.

Zhu Xia remained silent. She stared at her grandfather's hands on the table, which were slender, white, and a little loose.

Song Chengyu chatted for a while, and then a servant came over and said Wen Qianhui was looking for him, so he left to see his mother.

Zhu Xia watched his grandfather and uncle play chess, and helped them by making and pouring tea.

The greenhouse was filled with the rich aroma of tea, and Zhu Xia's mood unconsciously relaxed.

"Will Xia Xia and Cheng Yu move to Yanlin Villa after they get married?" Uncle chatted.

Yanlin Villa, the only royal garden-style villa in Beijing, has picturesque scenery, lush mountains and is surrounded by pure oxygen.

There you can smell the flowers in spring, listen to the birds singing in summer, enjoy the red leaves in autumn, and enjoy the snow in winter. Just having money or power is not enough to get it.

This villa, which represents endless power and money, is the wedding room of Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu.

"Cheng Yu will only stay in the old house when Xia Xia comes back. It doesn't matter whether he moves out or not, but if Xia Xia moves out of the old house, I'm afraid this place will become deserted." Uncle continued.

"Young people should live in their own world when they get married. As an old man, I can accept that. Why can't you accept it?" Old Song glanced at his eldest son and said in a calm voice.

"I am too old-fashioned." Uncle laughed immediately.

Zhu Xia said nothing and listened to them talking one after another.

"What do you plan to do after you come back?" Old Song looked at the quiet little girl and asked.

Zhu Xia thought for a moment and said, "The dean of Union Hospital contacted me."

"Civilian doctor..." The uncle seemed to be thinking for a moment, and suggested, "Xia Xia, why don't you become a military doctor? Military doctors don't cause trouble, and they are safer. This way, your grandfather can rest assured."

"Xia Xia is already an adult, there is nothing for me to worry about." Old Song glared at his eldest son.

The relationship between father and son has become better and better over the years, and they get along like brothers.

Zhu Xia smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle. I know my limits. I am an adult now. I know exactly what I am doing and I can bear the consequences."

She looked at the empty coffee table, stood up and said, "Grandpa, uncle, I'm going to go get some food from Aunt Zhao."

Mr. Song and his uncle waved their hands, motioning for her to go.

Zhu Xia's figure disappeared at the door, and the uncle said with relief:

"Xia Xia has been sensible since she was young, which makes me feel at ease. She graduated from Harvard Medical School at such a young age, and she will definitely become a leader in the medical field in the future."

"I don't care whether she can become a master or not. At my age, I just want to see Xia Xia and Cheng Yu get married and have children." Mr. Song spoke very slowly, "But no matter from which aspect, Xia Xia is extremely outstanding, and I am proud of her."

After a moment of silence, the uncle said, "Dad, I have something to say again. Qianhui is not very satisfied with Xia Xia as her daughter-in-law."

"Xia Xia doesn't have to meet her standards and expectations." Elder Song's voice was calm, intimidating without anger.

Uncle sighed imperceptibly.

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Zhu Xia came out of the greenhouse, walked through the corridors and paths, passed by the bar, and was stopped unexpectedly.

The small bar was newly designed by Song Chengyu. The decoration inside is fresh and elegant, and the cliff cave-like layout exudes mystery and novelty.

The person who stopped her was wearing a luxurious grey casual suit and had short blue hair. His facial features were somewhat similar to Song Chengyu's, but his temperament was completely different.

The youngest grandson of the Song family, Song Chengyun.

She is the same age as Zhu Xia and is a high school classmate of Zhou Mo.

Zhu Xia raised her eyes and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"You..." Song Chengyun started hastily, and halfway through his words, he laughed again, "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you returned home so that I could pick you up."

Zhu Xia was too lazy to pay attention to him and was about to walk away, but was stopped again.

"Zhou Mo asked me whether your marriage with your third brother is off." Song Chengyun said nonchalantly.

"She said that she saw you being intimate with another man."

"You're really good at keeping a gigolo before you even get married, Zhu Xia. If Third Brother knew, do you think he would let you go?"

Zhu Xia's gaze slowly swept across his non-mainstream blue hair and stopped at his eyes with a playful smile.

"I don't know whether he will let me go or not. But if you don't get out of the way, I won't let you block me."

Song Chengyun laughed and said, "I won't let you do this, and you still want to..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Xia's patience had run out. She stretched out her long legs and kicked Song Chengyun's knee hard. The latter was caught off guard and leaned forward with severe pain in his knee, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Ah!" Song Chengyun pretended to grab Zhu Xia, but she slapped him instead.

The crisp sound of flesh hitting each other was heard, and Song Chengyun was stunned. He obviously didn't expect Zhu Xia to dare to take action in the old house.

Song Chengyun wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and there was a sticky red liquid, it was blood!

He widened his eyes in disbelief: "Zhu Xia! Are you crazy?!"

"In fact, I am most sober right now." Zhu Xia was calm and composed.

She looked at him, her clear and cold eyes and eyebrows exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

Song Chengyun was suddenly terrified and stammered, "You, you can't hit me..."

Zhu Xia: "You are right, so I definitely didn't hit you."

Song Chengyun: "You obviously hit me!"

"Are you sure?" Zhu Xia lowered his eyes to look at his red palms and said calmly, "I have no reason to hit you."

Song Chengyun cursed, furious: "You shameless woman, my nose is still bleeding, it wasn't you who hit me, could it be that I fell down myself?!"

"I noticed your nose was bleeding." Zhu Xia said slowly, "The reason... was indeed because you fell down."

Seeing Zhu Xia walking to the living room elegantly and calmly, Song Chengyun pointed at her and said, "I'm going to sue you!"

Zhu Xia turned around, raised his lips and smiled, "Good idea. Go ahead and sue."