229 From a partner to an enemy

229 From a partner to an enemy

Ling Qiao successfully arrived in Hokkaido, and Hokkaido was more vibrant than the snow-covered winter.

He didn't stay in a hotel, and stayed in a hotel was too silly. He didn't want anyone to discover it. He rented a house with a hot spring in the courtyard.

It was almost dusk when he lived there. He had no other clues except the temple fair. He was not in a hurry to look for the photo shooting location, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He stood on the balcony and felt a little hot, so he took off his scarf and placed it on the railing. He leaned against the railing and took out his phone to see it. He took the back and put it in his phone. If it was really Shushu, her hair would have grown a lot, and it would have looked better when tied. He liked her to sway her ponytail behind her, which was both lively and cute.

He is thirty-one years old. A man of this age is a man's golden time. He loves to play, make fun, and crazy, but he deeply desires dullness. He hates that kind of life that is full of luxury. He has no concept of time and does not understand the meaning of life. He is more willing to lean against the window and watch the sunset like he is now.

Maybe he has experienced too many things, and he has experienced everything he should have experienced and should not have experienced, so his heart naturally calmed down.

He looked at the golden afterglow all over the wall and his lonely figure, and was extremely lonely.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ling Qiao was reading the email when suddenly he heard a car outside. He walked to the window, opened the curtain and saw that the man from the next door had returned. He only saw a woman's back, bent over and took the man's briefcase, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He smiled and hoped that when he worked overtime and came home late, there was still someone waiting for him.

Shu Shu turned to look at the door and saw Xia Tianyang coming back with a tired face. The nanny was holding a briefcase and helping him get his coat behind him, which was particularly busy.

"I'm very busy today. I'm so tired. Why don't I go to work at Maple Leaf Club tomorrow."

Xia Tianyang smiled, "No, now many of your book fans come to Maple Leaf Club to find you, waiting at the door every day. If you go, it will be even more amazing, and we won't have to work."

"Haha, is it so exaggerated? Then wouldn't it be a pity if I don't go and see it myself?"

"No, don't go, you'd better create well at home."

Seeing Xia Tianyang insisting, Shushu had to give up, "Okay."

The reason why Xia Tianyang did not let her show up was because he was worried that she would expose it, and the second was that he didn't want his grandfather to be angry. He slowly walked to her side and leaned over a little. She avoided it alertly. He was helpless and patted her on the shoulder and said, "Go to bed early, don't draw too late."

"Hmm." Most of the time, Shushu felt that they were more like friends than lovers.

In the morning, Shushu was walking in the courtyard. She would walk around the hot springs a few times every day. It would not be too cold and would be healthy.

As she walked, she saw a dark gray thing beside the wall. When she walked in, she saw it was a scarf, which was not Xia Tianyang's.

She looked up and looked around and saw that the balcony lamp in the wooden house next door was still on. Because it was dawn, I really couldn't see it if I didn't look carefully. The scarf should be from next door. Yesterday afternoon, I heard a sound next door, and it was probably because a new resident had been moved in.

She entered the house and put on a coat, and walked out of the courtyard.

In front of the courtyard is a two-lane cement road with cobbles on both sides. They are uneven when stepped on it, and green leaves come out of the wall. On a whim, I raised my arms and jumped, and only a little bit of it was enough for my fingertips.

She smiled and waved away a touch of sorrow in her heart.

Standing in front of the neighbor's wall door, she hung her scarf on the mailbox. The people must have been sleeping early in the morning, so they stopped ringing the doorbell. She put it down and left.

Ling Qiao's sudden arrival still disturbed Takeichi Sakurada. He was about to go out when he received a strange call. He frowned. The call was from Takeichi Sakurada.

"Hey, who?" He pretended not to know and said it in Chinese.

"Ling Qiao, I'm Takeichi Sakurada." He first reported himself to his house and had a good attitude, "Have you come to Hokkaido?"

"Um."

"I won't inform me why I'm here, I'll be able to entertain you."

"You're welcome, I'm just here to travel."

"Oh?" Sakurada Takeichi's laughter came from his phone, "Come on a trip alone? OK, young people should go around and relax. Ling Qiao, it's better to see each other when you have time, waiting for your travels."

"Okay." Ling Qiao found that Takeichi Sakurada was always sarcastic when he spoke. What he didn't want the least was to be known to him, but he had to admit that Takeichi Sakurada's power in the Beihai was too terrible, and even a little movement could not escape his eyes.

He hung up the phone, and he was a little angry, but he didn't want to pay attention.

When he walked out the door, the wind outside was so cold that he pulled up the collar of his windbreaker. When he walked out of the wall, he suddenly found a dark gray scarf hanging on the mailbox. He smiled slightly, picked it up and wrapped it around his neck, making it much warmer.

Walking through the entire temple fair street, Ling Qiao stood at the ferry, which was the place where Osa's photo was taken. He took out the photos and compared them, and it was here.

Of course, he knew how stupid it was to be Kezhou Jue Jian. Even if the back was Shushu, she could not be here. The photo was taken the day before yesterday. There was indeed a temple fair here three days ago, and the next temple fair would be the same day next month.

Ling Qiao stood at the ferry and watched the endless stream of people coming and going, he was confused again.

Passing by a bookstore, Ling Qiao walked in with great interest. The same series of comic books were placed in the center of the bookshelf. When you look at the cover, you will know that it was a girl's comic. Several female students were discussing when the next book will be released.

Ling Qiao took a look at the cover. This was an author named uhey. She flipped it casually. She had a very fresh girlish style, which was suitable for girls who were just beginning to fall in love.

He smiled and put it down, didn't pick it up, and turned to the business magazine block.

There are many reports about Takeichi Sakurada. No one in Japan doesn’t know about the Sakurada family. Ling Qiao took a magazine with Takeichi Sakurada as the cover. He was very puzzled why this old man still likes to show off so much at this age.

After reading a few pages of the magazine, everyone was puzzled about what he was confused about. Takeichi Sakurada has not established an heir yet.

In the ancient office, Takeichi Sakurada sat on a wooden chair, his eyes slightly closed, looking old.

"Tu tuk tuk."

"Come in."

Xia Tianyang pushed the door in, "Grandpa," his expression was a little solemn, "I'm here."

"Yeah, sit down." Takeichi Sakurada picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, "It's rare that you come to me and say, what's the matter for me to do?"

Xia Tianyang was not sure that grandfather would agree, but he had to give it a try, "Grandpa, I want to marry Shushu, but she must have an identity."

"Marriage?" Takechi Sakurada frowned, "You know that's impossible. She has an identity, and her identity is in China."

"Grandpa, there is nothing you can't do, I know."

Takeshi Sakurada raised his eyebrows and looked at the stubborn grandson in front of him, "You just want to marry her so much?"

"Yes." Xia Tianyang nodded confidently. Perhaps after getting married, Shushu's attitude towards him would become closer, rather than being as polite as he is now.

He frowned and thought, "It's not impossible to have a fake identity, but you have to promise me a condition."

"What?"

Sakurada Maya put a magazine in front of him, and the title on the cover of the magazine was - Hundred Years Sakurada, who is the successor?

Now it's Xia Tianyang's turn to be in trouble. Inheriting Sakurada Enterprise is equivalent to joining Sakurada Club, so he must do something he doesn't want to do. "Is there no other way?"

"No."

Xia Tianyang stood up, bowed politely, "Okay, I agree." After that, he turned around and left.

Takeichi Sakurada was very disappointed. Although he had achieved his goal, if he had a better successor, he would not force his grandson. However, he felt more and more that he could not do anything and time would not forgive him.

Soon, the news that Sakurada Enterprise was going to hold a cocktail party made headlines in major radio station newspapers, and the news that Sakurada Enterprise's next successor spread wildly.

Ling Qiao also received an invitation to the cocktail party. Takeichi Sakurada personally called, but he had no reason to refuse.

The Sakurada Enterprise's cocktail party was very grand, and the entire hotel lobby was decorated, and guests and reporters were here.

Ling Qiao dislikes such occasions the most, and there are reporters. I am afraid that the news of his coming to Japan can no longer be concealed.

In the hotel rest room, Xia Tianyang was wearing a precious special suit, but he couldn't escape in the end. He couldn't escape from the day he was born. Xia Tianyang held a wine glass in his hand and took a sip of wine. The memories of more than ten years ago came to his mind.

At that time, he was only fourteen years old and his mother was dying. "Child, don't go back to Japan, don't become a puppet of the Sakurada family." He deeply remembered his last words when his mother was dying. He closed his eyes, and his mother's painful expression and haggard voice were vivid in his mind.

He did not tell his grandfather the real cause of his death, and Takeshi Sakurada would not know until he died. It was his own arbitrary behavior that killed his daughter.

"What? Are you nervous?"

At some point, Takeshi Sakurada came in, Xia Tianyang hurriedly put down the wine glass, but accidentally spilled the wine on his suit.

Takeichi Sakurada sighed, "Don't be nervous, you don't need to say anything..." He said to his subordinates outside, "Get another suit right now."

"I'm not nervous about the cocktail party, I'm nervous about my future."

"In the future? Haha, my grandfather has helped you pave the road. What are you going to worry about? Besides, running a company and running an animation club is the same as you. I believe you can do it well."

"That Shushu thing..."

"There is a saying among Chinese people that start a family and start a business. Don't worry, before you officially inherit Sakurada, you must let you get married first. Grandpa is waiting for your wedding wine."

Xia Tianyang nodded with relief, but was still helpless. He could never escape this fate.

Takeichi Sakurada comforted: "Don't worry about it anymore. You will inevitably work with Ling Qiao in the future. If Shushu's affairs are not handled properly, you will turn from partners to enemies."
Chapter completed!