He knew that he had no right to stop it, and he didn't want to watch her leave with the investor.
Huang stared at Luo Xichen coldly, but stretched out his big hand to Su Wanqing.
Su Wanqing stood where he was, neither moving forward nor retreating.
"Saori, don't you want to know about Aunt Jiuzi?"
Huang's words were like poppies, and Su Wanqing couldn't help but attract the attention of the whole server.
"Will you tell me?" She looked at him.
Huang nodded.
Su Wanqing walked towards him without any hesitation. She turned a blind eye to Huang's outstretched hand and said quietly, "Where are you going?"
Huang didn't speak, but walked towards the garage.
Su Wanqing followed him and got into his car without looking back.
The car drove smoothly for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a sushi restaurant.
The two of them went in, took their seats, and ordered their food.
Su Wanqing looked at him steadily and broke the silence first: "Why did you call my mother Aunt Jiuzi?"
Huang's answer was somewhat unexpected.
"Because Aunt Jiuzi is my father's sister."
Su Wanqing was surprised: "You mean...my mother is Japanese and we are cousins?"
Huang shook his head and said: "Aunt Jiuzi is Chinese, but like my father, she was adopted by the lord."
Su Wanqing had never heard her mother say these things before, and she listened very carefully.
"The Lord has no heirs and has adopted a total of eight sons and one daughter. My father is the fourth son."
The waiter served sushi, a variety of sushi, and Japanese tea. Su Wanqing was not hungry, so she simply took two bites.
"You are the daughter of Aunt Jiuzi. You were born in Japan when you were a child. Your real name is Izawa Saori."
"Why don't I have an impression?" Su Wanqing frowned, feeling very unfamiliar with the four words Izawa Saori, "Who is my father?"
Huang took a sip of tea and said slowly: "No one knows who your father is, and the lord does not allow anyone to mention it."
Su Wanqing's frown deepened and she asked: "Who is the lord?"
"Lord Lord is Lord Lord." Huang did not explain.
"Then when did my mother come to China and what did she come to do?" This is what Su Wanqing really cares about.
Come to work as a maid for the mayor, a singer in a nightclub, or a lover for Luo Mingxuan?
No matter which one it is, it doesn't make sense. The lord seems to be very powerful. As an adopted daughter, my mother doesn't have to worry about life.
Huang took a bite of sushi and chewed it. He seemed to be hungry and ate one piece after another.
"Come for revenge."
The answer shocked her again, and Su Wanqing asked hurriedly: "Revenge? What revenge? With whom?"
Seeing her anxious look, Huang finally had an expression on his face that had been paralyzed for thousands of years. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "If I tell you everything, will I not be able to see you next time?"
"What are you talking nonsense about? Answer me quickly!" Su Wanqing wanted to know the answer urgently, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Huang put down his chopsticks, wiped the debris from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
The cunning in the dark eyes flashed, and Huang made a condition: "We will meet once every three days. Every time we meet, I will tell you something you want to know, but in exchange, you must also tell me something I want to know."
Got it."
Su Wanqing thought for a moment, and for the sake of caution, asked: "What do you want to know?"
Huang didn't answer, just looked at her quietly and asked, "Do you agree or not?"
Su Wanqing struggled for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you." He knew that he had no right to stop it, and he didn't want to watch her leave with the investor.
Huang stared at Luo Xichen coldly, but stretched out his big hand to Su Wanqing.
Su Wanqing stood where he was, neither moving forward nor retreating.
"Saori, don't you want to know about Aunt Jiuzi?"
Huang's words were like poppies, and Su Wanqing couldn't help but attract the attention of the whole server.
"Will you tell me?" She looked at him.
Huang nodded.
Su Wanqing walked towards him without any hesitation. She turned a blind eye to Huang's outstretched hand and said quietly, "Where are you going?"
Huang didn't speak, but walked towards the garage.
Su Wanqing followed him and got into his car without looking back.
The car drove smoothly for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in front of a sushi restaurant.
The two of them went in, took their seats, and ordered their food.
Su Wanqing looked at him steadily and broke the silence first: "Why did you call my mother Aunt Jiuzi?"
Huang's answer was somewhat unexpected.
"Because Aunt Jiuzi is my father's sister."
Su Wanqing was surprised: "You mean...my mother is Japanese and we are cousins?"
Huang shook his head and said: "Aunt Jiuzi is Chinese, but like my father, she was adopted by the lord."
Su Wanqing had never heard her mother say these things before, and she listened very carefully.
"The Lord has no heirs and has adopted a total of eight sons and one daughter. My father is the fourth son."
The waiter served sushi, a variety of sushi, and Japanese tea. Su Wanqing was not hungry, so she simply took two bites.
"You are the daughter of Aunt Jiuzi. You were born in Japan when you were a child. Your real name is Izawa Saori."
"Why don't I have an impression?" Su Wanqing frowned, feeling very unfamiliar with the four words Izawa Saori, "Who is my father?"
Huang took a sip of tea and said slowly: "No one knows who your father is, and the lord does not allow anyone to mention it."
Su Wanqing's frown deepened and she asked: "Who is the lord?"
"Lord Lord is Lord Lord." Huang did not explain.
"Then when did my mother come to China and what did she come to do?" This is what Su Wanqing really cares about.
Come to work as a maid for the mayor, a singer in a nightclub, or a lover for Luo Mingxuan?
No matter which one it is, it doesn't make sense. The lord seems to be very powerful. As an adopted daughter, my mother doesn't have to worry about life.
Huang took a bite of sushi and chewed it. He seemed to be hungry and ate one piece after another.
"Come for revenge."
The answer shocked her again, and Su Wanqing asked hurriedly: "Revenge? What revenge? With whom?"
Seeing her anxious look, Huang finally had an expression on his face that had been paralyzed for thousands of years. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "If I tell you everything, will I not be able to see you next time?"
"What are you talking nonsense about? Answer me quickly!" Su Wanqing wanted to know the answer urgently, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Huang put down his chopsticks, wiped the debris from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
The cunning in the dark eyes flashed, and Huang made a condition: "We will meet once every three days. Every time we meet, I will tell you something you want to know, but in exchange, you must also tell me something I want to know."
Got it."
Su Wanqing thought for a moment, and for the sake of caution, asked: "What do you want to know?"
Huang didn't answer, just looked at her quietly and asked, "Do you agree or not?"
Su Wanqing struggled for a while and finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you."