"Yes, young master." Xie Ying replied firmly. She stood upright, her eyes were fixed on the man's face, her expression was respectful and serious, "Young master, it's time to go. Madam is still waiting for you in the tea room." "Well, let's go."
The man nodded slightly, as if changing a mask, his face changed into another expression, and a smile as clear as spring water reappeared in his eyes, "This year's spring seems to be earlier than in previous years. Is it a sign Is this a very special year? Xie Ying, what do you think?"
"Yes. Master." Xie Ying nodded slightly, still expressionless. She was already wearing a black suit, and her unsmiling and solemn expression made her capable and heroic.
"Let's go together."
His eyes slowly passed over Xie Ying's face, and the man looked in the direction of the exit of the garden, and took the lead.
Walking through the French garden, at the end of the garden is a small two-story bungalow.
The floor area of the bungalow is not very large, only about one hundred square meters. The roof is an exaggerated conical shape, and 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 bungalow is full of flowers, large groups of hydrangea viburnum and fiery red roses are in full bloom under the golden sunshine. It attracted white butterflies from the mountains to dance on the balcony.
The Yan family's old house was originally built on a mountain away from the urban area, surrounded by mountains on three sides, the scenery itself is beautiful and elegant, with a wide view. In addition, the interior of the old house was carefully built with huge sums of money, and the interior scenery is even more unique.
In the whole old house, only this 2-story bungalow has bright colors and looks full of vitality. There is no depressing feeling like several other buildings.
The man walked into the small bungalow, walked through the bright living room, and came to the tea room.
The three walls of the tea room are transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, which provide excellent lighting and there is no dark corner in the whole tea room.
On the cabinets in the two corners in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are beautiful red roses, and 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 windows, and a woman wearing a pleated skirt imitating English was sitting on a French ottoman beside the tea table.
The woman looked only in her thirties, with a delicate and delicate appearance, charming and graceful. She was looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, her long hair was tied up in a fluffy bun at the back of her head, and a few strands of hair were mischievously hanging down from the bun, looking a little messy but showing a hint of laziness.
The woman held a glass of red car in her hand, and her five fingers, which were painted with dark red nail polish, were slender and shiny, and they became whiter and fairer under the bright sunlight outside the window.
Looking at the woman sitting on the floor-to-ceiling window wall, the man immediately bent down and bowed respectfully to the woman in front of the window: "Mother."
Just like the voice in the conversation with Xu Nianyi, it is gentle and soothing, but there is no emotion in it that should exist between relatives.
"Yan Kuan, come here."
Hearing the voice in the tea room, the woman looking out of the window turned her head around, her beautiful eyes with slender eyelashes slowly lifted up, and looked at the person standing in front of her: "Come here and taste the freshly cooked black tea."
"Good mother." Yan Kuan walked over very obediently, pulled out the chair gently, and sat on it very upright.
"What's the matter with your clothes? There's a piece of dirt on your back." Yan Kuan had just finished finishing, when the woman's gentle inquiry sounded.
Yan Kuan lowered his eyes, subconsciously glanced at the pink shirt he was wearing, and said calmly, "I accidentally got it dirty."
"Really?" The woman narrowed her beautiful eyes and smiled, "The clothes on your body are freshly made by an Italian designer. Would you get dirty so carelessly?"
Well-known designers are invited to make tailor-made clothes by hand, and most of them have to make appointments with designers half a year in advance. The order cycle is long and delicate, and the cost of designing clothes is of course very expensive.
Just the pink shirt he was wearing was already worth six figures.
Although there is no brand name, it is more expensive than the brands on the market!
"Xu Nianyi hit it with a stone." Yan Kuan also raised his eyebrows and smiled, and at the end, he didn't forget to add, "She didn't mean it."
"Really?" The woman smiled more gently.
As Yan Kuan's mother, the head mistress of the Yan family, she is over 40 years old, but because of her good life and good maintenance, she looks like she is only in her thirties. There is still a charming charm that only mature women have in the eyebrows and eyes. Even when she smiles, there are only a few faint crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.
"She's a very interesting person." Yan Kuan said softly, with a clean smile on his face.
"Where's the fun?" Ji Zhen picked up the glass teapot and poured a cup of Ceylon black tea for her son. Then gently pushed with fingertips, and pushed the delicate enamel and filigree flower teacup to Yan Kuan's face.
"Character, behavior, and identity." Yan Kuan replied.
"I heard from the housekeeper that she seems to be the fiancée brought back by Yan Yan?"
"Yes, mother." Yan Kuan picked up the tea in front of him and held it gracefully in his palm.
The smile on Ji Zhen's face deepened a bit, with a deep meaning: "After leaving home for so many years, she came back without saying a word. When she came back, she still didn't listen to the master's arrangement, and even brought back a fiancée herself. Your elder brother is really getting more and more backbone."
"Brother has been a man with a lot of backbone since he was a child."
"It's a good thing to have a backbone. But it depends on where it is used. If you always fight against your family blindly, it will only be a matter of time before you break your bones." While talking, Ji Zhen raised her beautiful face proudly and looked at it with a smile. Xiang Yankuan, "The dinner party at noon is about to begin. I am looking forward to meeting that girl. You should also get in touch with your elder brother and see what tricks he wants to play."
"I will." Yan Kuan nodded obediently. On Junxiu's face was a good look of obedience and obedience. The brown pupils are like crystal dewdrops in the morning light, extremely transparent, without hiding any thoughts or emotions, and can be seen to the end at a glance.
"Also, Yan Yan is back now. Regarding the group's performance report at the end of this month, you have done it more carefully. Let the master know that you have been working hard and you have taken care of the internal affairs of the group very well."
"I will."
"You are my mother's good son, and my mother hopes that you are the best one." Ji Zhen put down the teacup in her hand, looked at Yan Kuan's handsome face, reached out and touched his cheek lovingly with her index finger, "You are my mother All the hard work, understand?"
"I've been trying my best to do what you want." Yan Kuan just sat quietly on the soft chair, motionless, letting his mother's cold fingers brush across his cheeks...
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It's finally time for lunch.
Xu Nianyi dressed in full costumes, followed Shao Jun, step by step to the restaurant of the small Western-style building in the middle of the old house.
The dining table covered with a white tablecloth is about five meters long, and at the end of the dining table sits the head of the Yan family—serious and clear.
Serious Qing is wearing a dark gray Chinese tunic suit. Even though he is over 50 years old, he is still burly and imposing, with a square Chinese character face and a serious and rigid face. He looks like a middle-aged man in his early 40s.
Leaning solemnly on his left is his wife, who is the head of the Yan family, Ji Zhen.
Ji Zhen was still dressed as she was when she drank tea in the morning, wearing a retro pleated dress, with a tall bun tied behind her head, a string of round and smooth pearl necklaces around her neck, and ruby earrings on her earlobes. People look jeweled. On her smooth and elastic face, there is a kind and graceful smile.
Wen Xiangqing was seated next to Ji Zhen, wearing a long dress as white as spring snow, with a delicate and small hibiscus flower brooch pinned to her chest, she looked as gentle and demure as ever.
Beside Wen Xiangqing, Luo Yuanyuan was sitting in a famous brand. How young is she? Although Luo Yuanyuan is good-looking, she is not as beautiful and elegant as Wen Xiangqing when she sits there.
Xu Nianyi was sitting on the other side of the dining 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 smiled awkwardly.
On the other hand, Yan Kuan was still handsome and elegant, looking at her with bright eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in the brown pupils.
Shao Jun is introducing Xu Nianyi's identity to everyone present. Xu Nianyi quickly raised his head, looked around, nodded and smiled cooperatively, showing the appearance of a gentle girlfriend who is knowledgeable and reasonable.
Although there is an elegant and decent smile on her face, she is full of hairiness in her heart. She knew that she and Shao Jun were contract couples, but the Yan family didn't know. They will definitely consider her with the requirements of examining their daughter-in-law.
Needless to say other conditions, just being in prison is enough to shock everyone.
If you think about it with your toes, you know that this meal is basically a grand feast! But does she have room to refuse? the answer is negative.
So she could only hold on to her aura and bite the bullet.
And on her right side, Wei Shaokai was secretly looking at her sideways. At such a solemn and serious family gathering, especially in front of someone who was so strict and dogmatic to the extreme, he couldn't help but sweat for Xu Nian.
After Shao Jun's voice fell for a long time, the restaurant was still quiet.
After being silent for a while, Serious Qingcai, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at Shao Jun expressionlessly, without the slightest enthusiasm and tolerance that a father should have, but said coldly: "Grand, it's rare for you to go home this time. I won’t say some things in front of everyone. Let’s eat first.”
"Yeah. It's rare for Ah Jun to come back, and this time he brought his girlfriend back, so don't worry about those etiquettes." The jeweled Ji Zhen also opened her red lips, and looked at Shao Jun and Xu Nianyi kindly, with a look on her face She said lovingly, "Miss Xu, don't be restrained. We are all very happy that you can come back with Ah Jun."
Xu Nianyi quickly sat up straight, lowered his eyebrows and thanked softly.
Ji Zhen was even more gentle, she smiled and told Xu Nianyi not to restrain herself, she spoke sensiblely, and took the initiative to pick up the silver chopsticks on the table, and warmly greeted everyone: "Shaokai, Xiang Qing, you are all regular customers, Ah Jun It’s rare to come home this time, you guys have to get together with Ah Jun.”
Wei Shaokai and Wen Xiangqing responded immediately with a smile, and picked up the chopsticks together.
During the banquet, no one else spoke.
Just as Xu Nianyi had expected, the Yan family's dinner party was indeed serious and rigid, no one spoke during it, and even the action of serving food was slow and quiet. There was not a single sound of clinking between dishes.
The process of eating is like holding another solemn meeting, just like other furnishings in the room, it is rigid and does not allow the slightest deviation.
Just when the dinner party was about to end, the silent and serious Qing suddenly spoke, his voice was much gentler, but it was Wen Xiangqing who said: "Ah Qing, how is your cultivation in a foreign country? Do you have a boyfriend now?"
"Thank you uncle for your concern. My body is almost ready now. As for the boyfriend..." Wen Xiangqing paused, took a quick look at Shao Jun, and then continued, "I don't have a boyfriend yet. But I have one I like very much. people."
Shao Jun who was sitting across from him saw Wen Xiangqing's gaze, but he didn't react at all. His fair and handsome face was still soft and elegant.
Of course, Xu Nianyi beside Shao Jun also saw Wen Xiangqing's affectionate gaze, and felt helplessly in his heart: I know you like Shao Jun, so you don't have to be so obvious.
Wei Shaokai also glanced at Wen Xiangqing in surprise, with disdain in his eyes.
Yan Yanqing, who was sitting on the main seat, nodded in satisfaction when he heard such an answer, and looked at Wen Xiangqing kindly in his eyes: "Ah Qing, you are a kind and sensible child who grew up with Yan Yan since childhood. Who is that person you like. But if you can walk with Yan Yan, that's what I want to see the most."
"Uncle, this kind of thing..."
"This kind of thing doesn't count even if you say it!"
Wen Xiangqing's cheeks were slightly red, and in the middle of her shy words, she was interrupted by a cold voice.