In the afternoon, Ao Zhongming went to the general manager's office to look for Ao Rui and saw Ao Rui working attentively with a satisfied smile.
"Arui." He pushed the door open and walked in with a smile on his face.
"President?" Ao Rui looked up from his work.
Ao Zhongming walked up to him, pulled out a chair, sat down, and said gently to Ao Rui: "Arui, you have been very tired during this period for this billion-dollar case. Your aunt is very considerate of you, so she specially asked
I’ll take you home for a meal tonight.”
He didn't say anything about Wen Wanke's presence tonight because he was afraid that Ao Rui would reject him.
"President, I have an appointment with Mr. Jiang tonight, and I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you and your aunt," Ao Rui said.
Ao Zhongming was a little disappointed, but knowing that Mr. Jiang was someone who could not be offended, he could only say to Ao Rui: "Arui, Wanke has called you many times. Even if you don't like her, you should at least call her back."
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"I know." Ao Rui replied. It's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's just that he often forgets. Of course, he doesn't have the interest or mood.
"Then I'll go back first. Remember what I said." Ao Zhongming stood up from his chair and looked at his son reluctantly.
"President, walk slowly." Ao Rui stood up and sent his father off respectfully.
Ao Zhongming patted his son on the shoulder, gave him a meaningful look, and then shook his head bitterly and left.
At six o'clock in the evening, Wen Wanke dressed up beautifully in her light and elegant green gauze skirt and came to Ao's house happily.
She walked into the Ao family's living room with joy. First she looked around for Ao Rui's presence, but she did not see him. Instead, He Xueyi and Ao Zhongming came up to greet her, and she hugged them warmly.
"Wanke, you are so beautiful tonight." Ao Zhongming sincerely praised Wen Wanke.
Wen Wanke happily handed the gift to Ao Zhongming and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is the massager I gave you. It is imported from the United States and the effect is super good." She said while massaging
He took out the utensil and handed it to Ao Zhongming enthusiastically.
"I also planned to tell your aunt to help me choose a massager in two days. I didn't expect you to deliver it in such a timely manner. Haha, you really care about me." Ao Zhongming was very happy to be coaxed by Wen Wanke.
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"Because my uncle and I have a certain understanding of each other." Wen Wanke said sweetly, and looked at each other and smiled at Ao Zhongming.
"Wanke, the child, understands my feelings best." Ao Zhongming was very satisfied, and then said to Wen Wanke: "Wanke, the food is getting cold, let's eat first."
He Xueyi also said: "Wanke, I specially asked the kitchen to prepare a few of your favorite dishes. You are so thin, you should eat more."
Wen Wanke once again searched for Ao Rui in the living room, but found nothing. She asked He Xueyi doubtfully: "Where's Ao Rui? Why don't you see Ao Rui?"
He Xueyi's smile suddenly became stiff, and then she opened her smile again and comforted Wen Wanke by saying, "Arui said he had an appointment with a client tonight and couldn't come. But it doesn't matter, it's the same for the three of us."
Wen Wanke's smile instantly faded, and her face suddenly turned pale, unable to hide the hurt and loss on her face. She didn't expect that she and Li Hejing went to the beauty salon for a whole afternoon to beautify and dress themselves up carefully in the salon, but they still couldn't see her.
Ao Rui's people.
Ao Zhongming knew that she was sad, so he stepped forward to comfort her and said, "Wanke, don't be sad. Ah Rui just couldn't get away because of official business. He didn't mean not to come."
However, such comfort still cannot erase the sadness in Wen Wanke's heart. "How could Ah Rui do this? It's like this every time, always letting me go without saying a word..." As she spoke, the look in her eyes
Already full of tears of grievance.
He Xueyi also quickly stepped forward to comfort her: "Wanke, Ao's career is so big. Even if you and Ah Rui get married in the future, this situation will often happen. You must learn to be tolerant and considerate."
Even with the comfort of Ao Zhongming and He Xueyi, Wen Wanke still cried desperately.
As a result, the dinner that He Xueyi asked the housekeeper to prepare carefully was effectively invalid, and no one was in the mood to taste it anymore.
After get off work at noon the next day, Ao Zhongming asked Ao Rui to have dinner together. The father and son went to a high-end French restaurant. While waiting for the food to be served, Ao Zhongming asked his son: "Ao Rui, after you went back last night, Didn't you call Wanke?"
"I went back very late last night and drank a lot, so I forgot about it." Ao Rui said lightly, without too much expression on his face.
Even if he has time, he may not be in the mood to call Wen Wanke. He doesn't pay attention to women who don't have feelings for her.
Ao Zhongming told Ao Rui everything about how Wen Wanke happily went to Ao's house for dinner last night, and then burst into tears after learning that the person he loved could not come.
While listening, Ao Rui remained expressionless. His face was like an unfathomable abyss, making it impossible for even Ao Zhongming, a father, to guess what he was thinking.
"Arui, what exactly are you thinking?" Ao Zhongming couldn't help but ask his son.
"President, I have said many times that I only regard Wanke as my sister, and it was you who forced me to accept her." Ao Rui made his words clear with an expressionless face.
"But Wan doesn't think so..."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks. What matters is that I don't owe her anything." Ao Rui retorted.
"But you have grown up together after all." Ao Zhongming sighed.
Ao Rui stared at his father and asked coldly: "President, you must understand the price of forced marriage?"
Ao Zhongming's face suddenly turned pale. Is his son accusing him? How could his son know that his marriage to He Xueyi was the result of force?
He saw that deep in his son's pupils, there was a trace of cold hatred, which made him feel cold.
At this time, the waiter served the food, but Ao Rui reminded his father nonchalantly: "President, eat."
Ao Zhongming lowered his head with guilt, not daring to look at his son's cold eyes.