The atmosphere in the restaurant of Qin's villa was not very harmonious.
Qin Zhongtian, who had been busy all day, had just returned. He took off his black suit and threw it to the nanny who came over. He washed his hands and sat down at the dining table.
The most distinguished old lady in the family was sitting in the main seat. Her usually kind eyes were quite serious today. Opposite him is Qin Sang, who is a freshman at a local university in Yicheng. When there are no classes, he goes home to accompany the old lady.
There is one person missing at the dinner table.
Qin Zhongtian looked at Qin Sang who was serving soup to the old lady: "Where is your brother, went out to fool around again?" He had a deep understanding of Qin Fan's character.
Qin Sang put down the bowl, glanced at grandma and said, "Brother came back at noon and heard that grandma had arranged a marriage for him. He lost his temper and locked himself in the room to play games and never came out."
"Go and ask the young master to come down." Qin Zhongtian turned around and said to the servant beside him.
The servant put a plate of food on the table, wiped his hands, and turned to go upstairs, knowing that he might not be able to invite the second-generation ancestor because he had a very bad temper.
Qin Zhongtian ate a handful of vegetables and started talking about business: "Mom, I have asked people to delete those nonsense rumors on the Internet. Nowadays, society is developing rapidly, and new things are constantly happening every day. It is difficult to understand them. As time goes by, no one will remember them. This matter. You are a bit hasty in asking Qin Fan to marry the daughter of the Yin family just because of this. It is normal for them to have some scandals at their age. "
Old Mrs. Qin snorted: "How about the upper beam being out of alignment and the lower beam being crooked, do you think this is normal? Your son slept with an innocent girl, and the photos were posted online and people watched them. Shouldn't Yin be held responsible?" We are not a small family, so if we meet on other occasions in the future, don’t you think your face will be disgraced?”
Qin Zhongtian's facial muscles twitched, and he wanted to say something in defense, but swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
The person in front of him was his mother who had raised him. Some of his words sounded like he would make her angry if he argued with her, and it would not be worth the loss if he was physically angry.
Outside Qin Fan's room upstairs, the servant knocked on the door. He turned his head and put his ear to the door panel to listen for any sound. There was no sound inside, as if no one was there. But she knew that the young master hadn't gone out since he came back, and he probably didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
After clearing his throat, the servant raised his voice and shouted: "Master, the gentleman is back and wants you to get down."
The door in front of him was suddenly opened, and the servant was so close that he almost fell in. After steadying himself, the servant smiled and said, "Sir, please come downstairs for dinner."
Qin Fan grabbed a handful of hair angrily, angrily passed the servants and went downstairs to the restaurant. The first thing he said was: "Dad, it is impossible for me to marry Yin Shuyao. Please help me persuade grandma to take this back." idea."
Qin Zhongtian: "Then what do you want?"
"I explained the same thing to grandma." Qin Fan said, "Last night was an accident. We didn't date. We just drank too much and slept together. If she wants other compensation, I can give it, but marriage is impossible."
Qin Fan didn't dare to mention that the person he really wanted to date was Shen Jianian, and something went wrong accidentally, which led to the current situation.
Mrs. Qin slapped her chopsticks on the table, and with a "pop" sound, the whole restaurant became quiet.
"Listen to what you said, is there any truth to it?" The old lady said, "I brought you up, why are you so ignorant?"
Qin Fan's handsome face was blue and white, he gritted his teeth and looked straight at his father.
Qin Zhongtian changed into serving chopsticks to pick up the food for the old lady without raising his eyes: "There is no need to talk about this anymore, just listen to your grandma."
It's not that he didn't intercede for his son, but he was silenced by the old lady's words. He is busy with work on weekdays and spends all his energy on the company, leaving the old lady in charge of all matters at home. Her old man's words were comparable to the imperial edicts of the empress dowager in ancient times, and the younger generation had no choice but to obey them.
Even he didn't dare to disobey the old lady's wishes easily.
"Dad! Are you confused?!" Qin Fan shouted in disbelief and his eyes turned red.
Qin Zhongtian didn't want to say more and pointed to the free chair: "What does it look like to sit down to eat and yell at home? Learn from your sister, be careful in the future and don't be ridiculous again, and calm down when you get married."
No one in the whole family turned to him. Qin Fan was going crazy. He was not in the mood to eat, so he threw his hands and ran out.
*
The night is deep, and after leaving the flashy place where people drink and drink, the neon lights and traffic flowing outside seem less noisy.
In the back seat of the black Maybach, Fu Jichen unbuttoned his suit that had been restrained all night, and fell asleep with his head leaning on the neck pillow. His breathing was a little deep and heavy, and there was a slight crease between his eyebrows. He thought he was not feeling well.
Zhu Yilan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, a little distressed, and wanted to help him relieve his pain, but couldn't think of a good way.
The people I met tonight were really difficult to deal with. They were all figures from Fu Jichen's father's generation, so he had to give him face. Otherwise, he would lose the chance of cooperation and be said to be ignorant of etiquette. When word spread back to the ears of those in Beicheng, Fu Jichen would inevitably be criticized.
Zhu Yilan had a heavy heart and lightly touched the arm of Qu Mo who was driving and gave him a look.
Qu Mo understood, slowed down the car, and drove the car more smoothly.
Zhu Yilan's eyes returned to the rearview mirror, and gradually, there was more infatuation in his eyes.
The scenes that happened in the private room flowed through her mind like water. She helped Fu Jichen hold back the wine. Seeing that she was drinking happily, those people played tricks with great interest, setting up a "wine tower" and asking her how many layers she could drink.
The so-called "wine tower" is made up of cups of wine. The bottom layer has the most cups, and the number of cups decreases as you go up. The shape is like a tower.
Fu Jichen was born a gentleman, nothing else, it was something he had in his heart. He is cold and ruthless, always distant when dealing with others, but he never tramples on and humiliates others wantonly based on his status.
He is completely different from them.
Unable to bear the embarrassment of a group of men as a woman at the wine table, Fu Jichen stood up, finished drinking from the lower floors, left the private room, and almost fell down when going down the steps.
"Mr. Chen, it seems there is a car following us."
Qu Mo spoke up, interrupting Zhu Yilan's thoughts that were getting deeper and deeper.
He didn't want to disturb his boss's rest, so he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and found a black Mercedes-Benz following behind them, turning as their car did. He became suspicious and looked in the rearview mirror frequently. Every time he looked, the car kept a constant speed and followed their car at a distance.
The speed of the car is not fast at the moment, and the traffic on the road near the villa is not congested. It is easy for the other party to overtake, but it just follows with no clear purpose.
This was definitely no coincidence. Qu Mo felt that he should report it to his boss.
I thought that Fu Jichen was drunk and unconscious. After hearing Qu Mo's words, he slowly raised his eyelids. His blurred eyes were like turbid pool water. After a while, they turned into clarity and then into depth.
"Don't worry about it." Fu Jichen's tone was calm, with a hint of hoarseness, "If they want to follow, let them follow."
Apart from the people in Beicheng, he couldn't think of anyone else who was so interested in his affairs.
*
It was nearly eleven o'clock, and two beams of car lights shone into the front yard of Rose Manor.
Shen Jia Nian, who was sleeping in the guest room on the third floor, woke up. Since the accident at home, she has been sleeping very lightly, and she can wake up from her sleep at the slightest movement.
There were no blackout curtains tonight, and a thin white gauze curtain covered the window glass, and the light flashed past, like a car light.
Fu Jichen is back now?
Shen Jia Nian turned over, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again, but it was not that easy.
In the living room downstairs, live-in nanny Zhou Rongzhen put on some clothes and walked out of the room slowly. Opening the door, Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan supported Fu Jichen on the left and right.
Zhou Rongzhen took a step back and got out of the way: "What's going on?"
Fu Jichen didn't show his face when he drank, and his complexion was as usual, cold and flawless, like fine jade, so Zhou Rongzhen couldn't tell anything was wrong with him.
"Aunt Zhen, please make a bowl of hangover soup. Mr. Chen drank a lot at night, and his stomach may be uncomfortable."
Zhu Yilan's exquisite makeup before departure was now looking a little embarrassed, with sweat dripping from her nose and cheeks, and her hair on her temples was slightly disheveled.
Zhou Rongzhen woke up a servant and led Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan to Fu Jichen's bedroom on the third floor, while she went to the kitchen to make soup.
The footsteps walking back and forth in the corridor were messy. Even though the soundproofing effect of the room was good, Shen Jia Nian could still hear subtle noises. He became more and more unable to sleep. He tossed and turned in bed and felt a little thirsty.
Zhou Rongzhen was carrying the freshly cooked hangover soup and was about to go upstairs when she met Shen Jianian and paused: "What does Miss Shen need?"
"No, I'll come down to drink water." Shen Jianian didn't have the habit of drinking water at night. This was the first time.
Zhou Rongzhen nodded, looked at Shen Jianian's figure, thought for a moment and said, "Can you please bring the sobering soup to sir? I won't go up."
"Okay, give it to me."
Shen Jia Nian drank half a glass of water, her lips were moist and pink, she took the hangover soup in the white porcelain cup from Aunt Zhen and walked upstairs.
