Revenge To Almost Lover: This time, Your're Mine

Chapter 53

"Yes, young master," Xie Ying replied decisively. Her body stood straight and her eyes remained on the man's face. She looked respectful and serious. "Young master, it's time to go. Madam is still waiting for you in the tearoom." "well, let's go."

The man nodded gently, like changing a mask, and his face changed into another expression. A clear smile like spring water reappeared in his eyes, "this spring seems to be earlier than in previous years. Does it indicate a very special year? Xie Ying, what do you think?"

"Yes, young master." Xie Ying nodded softly, still expressionless. Ben was wearing a black suit and her solemn expression showed her ability and heroism.

"Let's go."

The sight slowly flashed over Xie Ying's face, and the man took the lead in stepping in the direction of the garden exit.

Walking through the French garden, at the end of the garden is a small two-story foreign house.

The floor area of foreign houses is not very large, about more than 100 square meters. The roof is an exaggerated cone, the light blue roof and Tian shaped windows highlight the British style of the house.

The open-air balcony on the second floor of the Western-style house is full of flowers. Large clusters of Hydrangea pods and fiery red roses are blooming in the golden sun. White butterflies from the mountains are dancing on the balcony.

The Yan Family's old house was originally set up on a mountain far from the urban area, surrounded by mountains on three sides. The scenery itself is beautiful and elegant and has a broad vision. In addition, the interior of the old house has spent a lot of money on careful construction, and the internal scenery is unique.

The whole old house, only this two-story small foreign house has bright colors and looks full of vitality. There is no depression of several other buildings.

The man walked into the small foreign house, walked through the bright living room and came to the teahouse.

The three walls in the teahouse are transparent French windows. The daylighting in the house is excellent. There is no dark corner in the whole teahouse.

The cabinets in the two corners in front of the French windows are full of charming red roses. The whole room is filled with the fragrance of roses and the smell of flowers and plants.

A round tea table was placed in front of the French window. On the French soft chair next to the tea table sat a woman wearing an imitation English pleated skirt.

Women look only in their thirties, delicate and charming. She was looking at the scenery outside the window with her head sideways. Her long hair was tied up in a fluffy bun at the back of her head. Several strands of hair fell down from the bun naughtily, looking a little messy but showing a trace of laziness.

The woman's hands were covered with a red car, and the fingers were covered with dark red nail polish.

Looking at the woman sitting on the French window wall, the man immediately bent down and bowed respectfully to the woman in front of the window: "mother."

Like the voice when talking with Xu nianyi, it is gentle and soothing, but there is no emotion between relatives.

"Yan Kuan, come here."

Hearing the sound in the teahouse and looking at the woman outside the window, he turned his head. A pair of beautiful eyes with long eyelashes slowly raised and looked at the person standing in front of him: "come and taste the freshly cooked black tea."

"Good mother." Yan Kuan obediently walked over, gently opened his chair and sat up upright.

"What's the matter with your clothes? Your back is dirty." Yan Kuan had just finished, and the woman's gentle inquiry sounded.

Yan Kuan lowered his eyes, subconsciously took a look at the pink shirt he was wearing, calmly said, "I accidentally soiled it."

"Really?" the woman's beautiful eyes narrowed and smiled. "This dress on you, but the clothes just made by the Italian designer, will you get dirty so carelessly?"

Famous designers are invited to make clothes by hand. Most of them have to make an appointment half a year in advance. The customization cycle is long and exquisite, and the cost of designing clothes is of course very expensive.

The pink shirt he was wearing was worth six figures.

Although there is no brand, it is more expensive than the brands on the market!

"It was Xu nianyi who hit it with a stone." Yan Kuan also smiled. Finally, he didn't forget to add, "she was unintentional."

"Really?" the woman smiled more gently.

As Yan Kuan's mother and the head mother of the Yan family, she is over 40 years old tomorrow. However, due to her good life and good maintenance, she looks only in her thirties. The charming amorous feelings of mature women are still flowing between the eyebrows and eyes. Even when she smiled, there were only a few faint crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

"She is a very interesting person," Yan Kuan said softly, with a clean and transparent smile on his face.

"What's interesting?" Ji Zhen picked up a glass teapot and poured a cup of Ceylon black tea for her son. Then he pushed the delicate enamel filigree tea cup to Yan Kuan with his finger.

"Character, behavior, and identity," Yan Kuan replied.

"According to the housekeeper, she seems to be the fiancee brought back by stern?"

"Yes, mother." Yan Kuan picked up the tea in front of him and held it gracefully in the palm of his hand.

The smile on Ji Zhen's face deepened a little and smiled deeply: "after leaving home for so many years, he came back quietly. When he came back, he still didn't listen to the master's arrangement and brought back a fiancee himself. Your brother is really more and more backbone."

"Big brother has been a man of backbone since childhood."

"It's good to have backbone. But it depends on where it is used. If you always fight against your family, it's only a matter of time before you break the bone." Ji Zhen raised her beautiful face proudly and looked at Yan Kuan with a smile, "The lunch is about to begin. I'm looking forward to meeting that girl. You can also contact your eldest brother to see what tricks he wants to play."

"I will." Yan Kuan nodded obediently. Junxiu's face was a good look of obedience. The brown pupils were like crystal dew in the morning light. They were extremely transparent. They didn't hide any thoughts and emotions. They could look to the end at a glance.

"Also, stern is back now. You should be more careful about the performance report of the group at the end of this month. Let the master know that you have been working hard and you take good care of the internal affairs of the group."

"I will."

"You are my mother's good son. My mother hopes you are the best one." Ji Zhen put down her tea cup, looked at Yan Kuan Junxiu's face, reached out and touched his cheek with her index finger. "You are all my mother's efforts, okay?"

"I've been trying to do what you want." Yan Kuan sat quietly in the soft chair, motionless, letting his mother's cold fingers across his cheek

*

It's time for lunch.

Xu Nian dressed up one by one, followed Shaojun's side, and followed suit to the small foreign building restaurant in the middle of the old house.

The table covered with white tablecloth is about five meters long. At the end of the table sits the head of the Yan Family - serious and clear.

Serious Qing is wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit. Over the age of 50, he is still a tiger backed and bear waist. His dignified face is serious and rigid. He looks like a middle-aged man in his early 40s.

On his left hand is his wife, Ji Zhen, the head mother of the Yan family.

Ji Zhen is still the same as she was when drinking tea in the morning. She is wearing a retro pleated skirt, a towering bun behind her head, a string of round and smooth pearl necklace around her neck and RUBY EARRINGS on her earlobes. She looks pearly. Her smooth and elastic face is filled with a kind and graceful smile.

Wen Xiangqing sat down next to Ji Zhen, wearing a long skirt as white as spring snow and a delicate Hibiscus brooch on his chest. He looked as gentle and quiet as ever.

Beside Wen Xiangqing sits Luo Yuanyuan, who is a famous brand. How young is she? Although Luo Yuanyuan looks good, sitting there is not as beautiful and elegant as Wen Xiangqing.

Xu nianyi sat on the other side of the table, facing a man she had just met - the man she had hit hard with a stone in the garden this morning.

Seeing the familiar face, Xu Nian raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out an embarrassing smile.

Yan Kuan opposite is still handsome and elegant. Yingliang's eyes are fixed on her. The brown pupils seem to be mixed with a smile.

Shao Jun is introducing Xu nianyi's identity to the people present. Xu nianyi quickly raises his head, looks around, nods and smiles in cooperation, showing a gentle girlfriend who knows books and reason.

Although she has an elegant and decent smile on her face, her heart is hairy. She knows that she and Shaojun are contractual lovers, but the Yan family don't know. They will certainly consider her with the requirements of reviewing her daughter-in-law.

Needless to say, having been in prison alone is enough to shock four people.

Think about it with your toes. This meal is basically a Hongmen banquet! But does she have room to refuse? The answer is No.

So she can only hold her breath and harden her scalp.

On her right side, Wei shaokai is looking at her obliquely. At such a solemn and serious family party, especially in front of the person who is extremely serious and dogmatic, he has to sweat for Xu Nian.

When Shao Jun's voice fell for a long time, the restaurant was still quiet.

After a moment of silence, the serious Qingcai sitting on the main seat looked at Shaojun without expression. There was no warmth and tolerance that a father should have. Instead, he said coldly, "it's severe. It's rare for you to go home this time. I shouldn't talk to you face to face. Have dinner first."

"Yes. It's rare for a Jun to come back. This time he brought his girlfriend back, so don't always care about the etiquette." the pearly Ji Zhen also opened her lips, looked kindly at Shaojun and Xu Nian, and said lovingly, "Miss Xu, don't be bound. We are all very happy that you can follow a Jun back."

Xu Nian quickly sat up straight, lowered his eyebrows and said thank you in a soft voice.

Ji Zhen was more gentle. She smiled and asked Xu nianyi to be unrestrained. She was sensible. She also took the initiative to pick up the silver chopsticks on the table and warmly greeted the people: "shaokai, Xiang Qing, you are all regular guests. A Jun is rare to come home this time. You should get together with a Jun."

Wei shaokai and Wen Xiangqing immediately responded with a smile and picked up chopsticks together.

During the dinner, no one else spoke.

As Xu nianyi expected, the Yan Family's dinner was really serious and rigid. During this period, no one spoke, and even the action of sandwiching vegetables was slow and quiet. There was no clash between the dishes.

The process of eating is like another solemn meeting. Like other furnishings in the room, it is rigid and does not allow any deviation.

At the end of the dinner party, she had been sitting in the main position. The serious Qing who was silent suddenly spoke in a gentle tone, but it was what Wen Xiangqing said: "ah Qing, how are you cultivating in a foreign country? Do you have a boyfriend now?"

"Thank you for your concern. My body is almost ready now. As for my boyfriend..." Wen Xiangqing gave a speech, took a quick look at Shaojun, and then continued, "I don't have a boyfriend yet. But I have a person I like very much."

Sitting opposite Shaojun saw Wen Xiangqing's eyes, but there was no response. The white and clean Junyan was still soft in outline and elegant in temperament.

Of course, Xu nianyi around Shaojun also saw Wen Xiangqing's affectionate sight and sighed helplessly: you know you like Shaojun, you don't have to be so obvious.

Wei shaokai also looked at Wen Xiangqing in surprise, and his eyes were very disdainful.

The serious Qing sitting in the main seat naturally nodded with satisfaction and looked kindly at Wen Xiangqing: "ah Qing, you are a kind and sensible child. You have grown up with severe since childhood. I don't know who you like. But if you can walk with severe, that's what I want to see most."

"Uncle, this kind of thing..."

"This kind of thing, even if you say it, doesn't count!"

Wen Xiangqing's cheeks were slightly red. Halfway through his shy words, he was interrupted by a cold voice.