This young master of the Geng family is of medium height, with a slim build, sunken cheekbones, and a feminine and shrewd appearance.
The eyes are bright and lively, not charming, but calculated and thoughtful.
A set of white sportswear looked refreshing and slightly concealed his cruel intentions.
Cheng Xi thought about the news on the radio and shuddered.
"Shiqing, this is Miss Xi'er of the Zhou family." Mr. Geng introduced at the side.
Mr. Geng is wearing a suit and leather shoes, and Mrs. Geng is elegant and elegant. They are side by side with Zhou Huaikang and his wife, and they are dressed in similar styles.
Those who are officials, those who are in business, and those who are engaged in education all have their own characteristics. If you have more experience, you can identify them at a glance.
"Xi'er didn't dress up either." Mrs. Zhou saw that she was naked, her hair was as fluffy as a lion cub, and had not been combed after washing. Her shoes were cotton slippers from the dormitory, safe, big size, she was dressed neatly, and her clothes were barely adequate. Neat, I changed into ordinary sweatshirt and trousers in the bedroom last night before leaving.
"Xi'er is naturally beautiful. Although she is not a biological child of the Zhou family, she has been raised by the Zhou family for eight years. Whoever raised her looks like the other. She is modeled after Mrs. Zhou."
Mrs. Geng was very good at telling scenes, which made Mrs. Zhou happy, "Xi'er, come closer."
Cheng Xi took a step forward.
"Closer."
She stopped moving.
Zhou Jingchen looked at her lightly, took off his coat, and told the nanny, "Turn on the lights."
The lights were bright, mixed with the sunlight outside the window, and it was so bright that it was dazzling. He laughed and asked Mrs. Zhou, "Can you see clearly now? It's best to turn on the light when she is standing on the table."
Mrs. Zhou pretended to be angry, "What do I care about?" she winked at Geng Shiqing.
Zhou Jingchen didn't answer, and sat down on the single sofa opposite Geng Shiqing. He knocked on the armrest and said, "Don't be stunned and pour some tea."
Cheng Xi came back to her senses and squatted on the carpet to set out the tea sets. The Geng family and his wife had new-style tea cups, and Zhou Huaikang and his wife had tea bowls. After she finished dividing them, she carried the teapot and filled each cup.
Everyone was watching her, the living room was extremely quiet, and she was in a hurry.
"Xi'er has never dated a male classmate?"
Mrs. Zhou categorically said, "There are absolutely no male classmates or teachers."
Mrs. Geng is becoming more and more satisfied. She has a daughter-in-law with no messy love history, there are few scandals, and the Geng family is decent.
Mrs. Zhou actually felt vague in her heart. She really didn't know whether Cheng Xi had talked about the old man or not.
I urged Zhou Jingchen to investigate, and it turned out that his classmates had misunderstood, and he was the one who picked up Xi'er.
The buyer of the Hermès bag has never been found.
Cheng Xi placed the tea cup in front of the Geng couple, and Mrs. Geng held her hand with kind eyes, "Shiqing doesn't like girls with heavy makeup. He likes dignified and healthy girls. The second-generation ladies are picky about him. In fact, he himself is more picky. He also contacted the daughters of several wealthy businessmen, but he didn’t fall in love with them.”
Cheng Xi didn't know what to say in reply, so he simply said nothing.
"As for the Geng family, there is no conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. As much as the Zhou family loves you, we will also love you. Mr. Zhou will personally supervise it." Mrs. Geng teased him.
Cheng Xi finally gave the teacup to Zhou Jingchen.
He took it with one hand and stretched the other hand to the top of her head.
She shrank in fear, fearing that he would act in public.
"Something is stuck there." He said in a stiff tone and dropped it on the ground.
It's white down.
Down jacket hat fur.
"Shedding hair..."
"Naughty and sloppy." After Zhou Jingchen scolded her, with a slight smile in his eyes, he said to Mrs. Geng, "She has just turned twenty. What I mean is to keep her for two more years. My mother is anxious and thinks it is better to get married sooner rather than later."
Mrs. Geng nodded, "I understand, my brother can't let go of my sister."
"I'm not reluctant to part with it." Zhou Jingchen held the celadon saucer and wanted to drink, but didn't.
"Shiqing! Light a cigarette for your uncle." Mr. Geng greeted Geng Shiqing, "I don't have the eyesight to see."
Geng Shiqing stood up slowly, holding a cane under his arm. He had been lame since he was a child and was used to walking on crutches. He had a steady pace, but he was just limping. At first glance, it looked really awkward.
Cheng Xi could avoid him and hide behind Zhou Jingchen.
"Brother." Geng Shiqing came over and bent down. He had a box of cigars and a box of Chinese cigarettes. "I don't know what brand of cigarettes you smoke. I have a box of imported, foreign and domestic products."
Zhou Jingchen raised his eyes and smiled, his smile was not too heartfelt, it was superficial, and he said, "You have your heart."
Geng Shiqing pressed the lighter.
At the same time, Zhou Jingchen pinched his wrist and suppressed his smile, "Let me ask first, do you address me as brother, or do you call me uncle after Xi'er?"
Geng Shiqing was respectful and courteous, like a humble brother-in-law, "Why did I come to Zhou's house? Of course I called him uncle."
"Then I can't stand your cigarette." Zhou Jingchen's face was not warm, and the warmth in his eyes also dissipated, "When we get engaged someday, you can light it again."
He let go, took out the lighter from his pocket, and lit it.
Mrs. Zhou glared at him, "You are so serious, you are trying to intimidate your future brother-in-law."
"It doesn't matter." Mrs. Geng didn't mind. "Master Zhou is my eldest brother-in-law. It's right for him to teach Shiqing."
Zhou Jingchen basically didn't smoke the cigarette, only took one or two puffs symbolically, held it between his fingers and let it burn.
"Is Xi'er's father Cheng Hengbo?"
Cheng Xi tightened his hands.
Mrs. Zhou's face was serious, "I have told you Xi'er's background."
"The Geng family doesn't dislike it!" Mrs. Geng hurriedly explained, "Is Xi'er the child of Cheng Hengbo's original wife?"
"Xi'er is a legitimate daughter, don't worry."
Cheng Xi silently refilled the teapot.
As an illegitimate daughter, Yu Wei defrauded the Ye family into marrying her, which sounded the alarm in the rich and powerful circles, and they had to get to the bottom of things when talking about marriage.
Marrying an illegitimate daughter to marry an illegitimate son is a very low-value and status-degrading act in their circle. It seems that she is not qualified to marry into the orthodox lineage of the family.
I would rather marry an adopted daughter than an adopted son, which sounds good in name.
"Is your mother's health okay?"
Cheng Xi hummed, "I went to visit her in the middle and end of the month. The doctor said she couldn't stand the stimulation, and the quieter the better."
"Shiqing, it's the end of the month soon, you go with Xi'er."
Geng Shiqing was about to agree, but she declined, "My mother doesn't want to meet strangers."
"What a stranger, we will meet sooner or later." Zhou Huaikang and Mr. Geng had a very happy conversation, and they were determined to get married.
Cheng Xi fell silent.
"Is Shiqing's rehabilitation effective?" Zhou Jingchen suddenly stopped.
He didn't like to join in the excitement. There were all elders present, and the conversation was about family affairs, so he had no interest in interjecting.
Even in social gatherings, he is always reticent.
But once he interrupts, the weight is not as heavy as usual. Each one is counted as a courtesy to him.
Mr. Geng said seriously, "It's difficult to run and jump, but it's no problem to walk normally with the help of crutches."
He leaned forward and dusted a piece of cigarette into the ashtray, "How old is Shiqing?"
Mrs. Geng also solemnly adjusted her sitting position and faced him, "Twenty-six years old."
Zhou Jingchen was casual and casual, holding a cigarette and peeling oranges in the fruit bowl. He was calm and like a big brother, "Do you have any plans for your career?"
"His eldest sister has prepared a trust fund of 100 million. When Xi'er marries into the Geng family, our couple will give her pocket money regularly. The specific amount is decided by Xi'er. Six figures a month is available. As for the house and car, whether it is With the location, model, and price, the Geng family will definitely satisfy the Zhou family and treat Xi'er well."
Zhou Jingchen bit into an orange. He couldn't bear the slightest bit of sourness. The flesh of the orange was more or less sour. He frowned and said nothing.
