After setting foot in New York for the second time, Xiang Xiaochuang's mood was completely different.
The last time, it was because of Du Jiawen's official business, she was just a foil, so she was in a relaxed mood, and made it clear that she wanted to eat and drink. But this time, she is the natural protagonist, and she wants to step into that unknown mansion, and let her heart
Uneasy.
Walking out of the airport, you couldn't tell what time it was under the bright lights. Tang Xiangtian walked in front of Xiang Xiaochuang and Du Jiawen, and met a big man in black from nowhere.
"Master, the master is in the car."
Tang Xiangtian raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Sure enough, father and daughter are connected..."
Xiang Xiaochuang had already heard their conversation clearly, and unconsciously held Du Jiawen's hand tightly.
"Don't worry, I will always be with you." His voice was calm and soft, which immediately stabilized Xiang Xiaochuang's rapidly beating heart.
Xiang Xiaochuang could not tell the brand of the large RV. But just from the smooth lines and the glossy paint, you could tell that the price was definitely high.
"Xiaochang, get in the car, father must be waiting impatiently." Tang Xiangtian smiled and waved away the big man in black, and opened the car door for her himself.
"Father..." Xiang Xiaochuang felt that her throat was slightly blocked for a moment. This title was a term that was unfamiliar to her from the beginning of her memory.
After hesitating for a while outside the car door, an equally hesitant voice suddenly came from inside the car: "Is it condensation?"
Xiang Xiaochuang was slightly surprised, but Tang Xiangtian had already answered on her behalf: "Yes, dad, it's my sister who is here."
He turned his head to look at Xiang Xiaochuang, his eyes full of encouragement. Xiang Xiaochuang felt the hand holding him, warm and dry, took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly and got into the car.
Du Jiawen didn't let go of her hand and followed her into the car. The last one to get up was Tang Xiangtian.
The car door closed slowly, and Xiang Xiaochuang stared straight at the man sitting opposite. He should be over fifty years old, but he looked like he was in his early forties. He had black hair, a straight nose, and sharp eyes.
Sweeping the ground over, it almost makes people's hearts tremble.
Frankly speaking, neither she nor Tang Xiangtian inherited his appearance. Their facial contours were both softer and less sharp than his.
"Ninglu, is it really... is it you?" Boss Tang's figure was as calm as a mountain, as if Mount Tai was collapsing in front of him, and he could express neither emotion nor anger. However, he paused twice in a row when asking.
, to finish a short sentence.
Xiang Xiaochuang opened her mouth, but until now, she still felt like she was in a dream. Ninglu, Tang Ninglu, is that her name?
"My sister's name is Xiang Xiaochuang now. Dad, if you call her Ninglu, I won't be able to react for a while!" Tang Xiangtian was trying to smooth things over with a smile.
"Xiaochuang...morning window...who named it?" Mr. Tang seemed to calm down, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"It was in the orphanage, the director named me. She said...my surname is Xiang...yes, she clearly said my surname is Xiang..." Xiang Xiaochuang frowned slightly at this time, "I think it will
It can't be...a mistake..."
In her heart, there was both expectation and underlying fear.
Comparing it to Mr. Tang who is sitting across from him, there is no resemblance to him at all. If it is far-fetched, I can only say that their noses are a bit tall.
But Mr. Tang looked at Xiang Xiaochuang without blinking, and suddenly sighed softly: "It really looks very similar... Your mother never forgot your whereabouts before she died..."
Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly felt sour and astringent in his heart. He choked in his throat for a while and did not answer. But Boss Tang turned to Du Jiawen: "Hello, Mr. Du, we meet again."
Du Jiawen replied with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Tang, very nice...to meet you."
Boss Tang's smile was much brighter, and he seemed to be very happy to see Du Jiawen.
"Thank you for taking care of Ninglu... Xiaochuang." He said.
Du Jiawen, who had become thick-skinned through experience in the shopping mall, suddenly felt a little embarrassed at this time. He held the hand he extended and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously."
Xiang Xiaochuang never spoke. Her right hand was held tightly by Du Jiawen, as if she felt his body temperature, and she was filled with sadness at this time.
The car drove very steadily, not even noticing the slightest fluctuation, and always moved forward at a constant speed.
When the car door opened, Xiang Xiaochuang discovered that outside the car was a classical Chinese courtyard, which looked a bit like a Ming and Qing garden in a museum.
Tang Xiangtian stretched out his hand to Xiang Xiaochuang. She hesitated for a moment, then put her hand in his palm, and let him lead her out of the car, standing aside to welcome Mr. Tang and Du Jiawen to get out of the car.
"Xiaochuang, let me show you around our home." Tang Xiangtian winked at Mr. Tang, "This is built according to your mother's design. I forgot to tell you that your mother is a designer and once studied abroad.
from the University of Cambridge, UK.”
Really? Her mother actually has such a glorious past?
Du Jiawen felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, and took a step unconsciously, hoping to protect Xiang Xiaochuang back into his arms. But Boss Tang patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Du, let's go to the living room to have tea first! Ninglu
...Uh... Xiaochuang just came back and asked Xiangtian to take her to visit the house."
Although he was full of reluctance, he was always a guest anyway, so Du Jiawen could only agree with a smile. But a pair of eyes had already followed Xiang Xiaochuang up the stairs and drifted to the stairs.
"Let them young people communicate first..." Mr. Tang smiled heartily. The servant had already poured two cups of tea.
Du Jiawen felt depressed. What did "their young people" mean? Has he been classified as an "old man" like Mr. Tang?
"I thought I was still young!" He took a sip of tea and smiled lightly.
Boss Tang's eyes swept over him. Du Jiawen smiled and did not dodge.
"It's different. You've already become famous."
This sentence seemed like a compliment, but it separated him and Xiang Xiaochuang for a whole generation.
Du Jiawen wanted to emphasize it again, but he felt that he really wanted to be like Xiang Xiaochuang, care about age like a girl, and ended up falling behind, so he had to laugh and give up.
They took a flight at six o'clock in the evening, and it was already past eight o'clock in New York time when they arrived in the United States. They had only drank half a cup of tea, and the servant had already brought out the meal. Du Jiawen breathed a sigh of relief.
The location of the dining table was somewhat unsatisfactory. Mr. Tang took the main seat, and Du Jiawen took the guest seat. Tang Xiangtian and Xiang Xiaochuang naturally stood side by side, separated from Du Jiawen by some distance.
Boss Tang looked over from a distance at the dining table, his eyes filled with profound meaning, which made Du Jiawen always think about the purpose of his eyes while eating.