"What about the fourth person?"
Wen Qiao lay on the sofa, crossed his legs, and read the words on it: "The fourth son of Haicheng food tycoon Xiao Liangyan."
Wen Qiao was suspicious: "I know Xiao Liangyan, he has been running a restaurant since the Republic of China. In the 1950s, his ancestors went to Hong Kong, and returned to Haicheng in the 1990s. They are considered a century-old family."
Su Ce said calmly: "You know a lot."
When it comes to collecting information, he is indeed not as good as He Xihuai. He Xihuai is like a spy and it seems that there is nothing he doesn't know.
Wen Qiao frowned: "But I remember that Xiao Liangyan only had three sons. What does it mean that he wrote the fourth son?"
Su Ce took the notebook from her hand and said, "Are you sure you remember it correctly? There are really only three sons?"
After he asked this, Wen Qiao became a little uncertain, so he sent a message to Lu Youyou. Lu Youyou was very familiar with the entertainment industry and the gossip and secrets of wealthy families. There was no secret that she didn't know.
Youyou can be considered an old tool.
Lu Youyou immediately said with relish: "Yes, Mr. Xiao has three sons and six daughters, a total of nine children, and they were born to him by his three wives. So each of them has three children, right?"
Wen Qiao hung up the phone and looked at her uncle: "Look, Xiao Liangyan really has only three sons. The eldest son is 44 years old this year, the second son is 38 years old, and the youngest son is 26 years old. I heard that he just finished his graduate studies at an Ivy League school abroad."
Su Ce frowned and said, "Call He Xihuai and ask him."
So, He Xihuai invited Wen Qiao to meet him the next day.
He Xihuai had booked a Western restaurant. When Wen Qiao arrived, he was already sitting in a seat by the window. As Wen Qiao walked towards him from a distance, she felt that this man's temperament had changed a little compared to before.
He was colder than before, and the look in his eyes clearly revealed that all beings were in silence, as if he was a creator who was high above and had no feelings or desires.
Wen Qiao approached, and his secretary Theresa pulled out a chair for her to sit down. He Xihuai, who was sitting opposite, curled his lips slightly. It would have been better if he hadn't smiled. It was like the satisfied smile of an executioner when he saw his satisfied prey. This smile was really creepy.
"I want to ask about the information you gave me about Xiao Liangyan's fourth son. As far as I know, Xiao Liangyan does not have a fourth son."
The waiter in the restaurant brought the appetizer, chanterelle mushroom and chili pepper French shortbread. He Xihuai picked up the knife and fork and slowly cut the shortbread in front of him. "I can only tell you one thing. The information I gave you is absolutely correct. Miss Wen, do you want me to feed you? Can't you go investigate by yourself?"
Wen Qiao clenched his hands holding the knife and fork slightly. This man's words were too rude.
"Isn't that what I am investigating now? Mr. He didn't say that I can't investigate you, right?"
He Xihuai picked up the napkin, wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled. Teresa, who was standing next to him, felt as if she was facing a great enemy. The current husband in her family was even less fond of smiling than before. If he smiled, his life or death would be in danger.
"You are eloquent and quick-witted." He Xihuai's smile quickly subsided and he said something that sounded like a compliment.
The waiter brought the appetizer of 'goat milk bavaro'. Wen Qiao cut a piece and chewed it slowly: "So Mr. He, can you tell me the secret behind this? What does the four sons mean?"
"I only provide information, I am not a priest who answers questions. If you have any questions, just go to the Xiao family and ask."
(End of this chapter)