With He Chaozhi's investment, KEO quickly returned to a prosperous state under the leadership of Song Lan.
He family villa.
Jiang Yurong happily walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes and placed them in front of He Chaozhi.
"It's a rare trip to come back. Aunt Rong specially cooked your favorite dishes for you. Try it. Your father has been nagging you at home about why you haven't come back yet. Just come back now."
He Mingchuan sat in the main seat, with a solemn expression and said not a word. He Chaozhi sat in the subordinate position, with the same indifferent look as He Mingchuan.
Jiang Yurong couldn't help but feel a little worried when she saw the two of them motionless, like sculptures.
"Why don't you eat? The food will get cold if you don't move your chopsticks. Come on, eat quickly."
"Aunt Rong."
He Chaozhi interrupted Jiang Yurong's greeting in a cold voice, with a distant yet polite expression on his face: "I have something to say to my dad alone. Can you please step aside?"
Jiang Yurong was stunned and raised her head to read the biography of He Ming.
Seeing that there was no reaction from He Mingchuan, Jiang Yurong took off her apron and put it on the back of the chair: "Okay, then Aunt Rong will go upstairs first, and you two, father and son, will eat slowly."
After Jiang Yurong's back disappeared on the stairs, He Mingchuan rolled his elbows, put his hands on the corners of the table, and looked straight at He Chaozhi: "Tell me, what do you want to say to me when you come back this time."
He Chaozhi usually had to ask for help before he would go home.
This time I took the initiative to go home, and I won’t show off my courtesy for nothing.
As expected, He Chaozhi raised his thin lips, as if he had made a large order worth hundreds of millions, and looked at He Mingchuan with a smile.
"Tomorrow is the last day of the three-month agreement. Do you still remember the bet with Song Lan?"
He Mingchuan paused and said in a calm and low voice: "Remember, what happened? You are here to help Song Lan please me and want to extend the bet?"
"I want to tell you that Song Lan has become the president of KEO this morning. From now on, she will be the CEO of KEO. I hope you can fulfill your promise and stop being harsh and difficult for her. She has already done what she promised you.
Come on, as an elder, you shouldn’t break your promise.”
"Oh, I thought you were coming home to see me as the sun was setting in the west. It turns out you turned your elbow outward to help Song Lan warn me?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows: "If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."
He Mingchuan's eyes suddenly darkened. He picked up a vegetable leaf with his chopsticks, but before it could be brought to his mouth, it was smashed into the plate with the chopsticks.
The chopsticks and plates collided with each other, making an ear-piercing sound. He Chaozhi's expression did not change.
He Mingchuan grabbed the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked at his son sitting beside him with a sinister expression.
"He Chaozhi, you are really my good son. I congratulated you for your fame, but why did you raise such a blind thing like you? You are willing to disobey me and offend me for her. Have you ever thought that this woman is not worthy at all?"
Fall in love with you!?"
He Mingchuan's anger came suddenly. He Chaozhi frowned and glanced at his father displeased.
"I don't understand what you are talking about. If you want to drive a wedge between me and Song Lan, you'd better save it."
"Divorce? You bastard, I still don't need to drive a wedge between you just because of that woman's good deeds. Just open your eyes and take a good look!"
He Mingchuan indifferently pulled out a document bag and threw it in front of He Chaozhi.
Turned around and left the restaurant.
The huge restaurant became empty, and the cold light refracted by the crystal lamp was cast in He Chaozhi's dark eyes.
He raised his hand, hesitantly opened the document bag, and pulled out a copy of Song Lan's life experience.
My eyes became dark as I read them word for word.
…
When getting off work, Song Lan stretched out and ended the day's work.
The mobile phone placed on the desk dinged and received a letter from He Chaozhi.
Song Lan opened it and took a look.
【Are you free to have dinner with me later? 】
Song Lan thought for a while and decided that it would be fine tonight.
【Is there any other party that requires a female companion that I should attend to?】
【No, just the two of us, candlelight dinner.】
Song Lan curled his lips.
In the past three months, although He Chaozhi and she were only nominally boyfriend and girlfriend, he had shouldered many of his boyfriend's obligations.
Including helping her, injecting funds into KEO, dating and candlelight dinners from time to time...
For a few moments, Song Lan almost thought that they were really an ordinary pair of lovers.
At most, he is richer than ordinary people.
【Okay, see you later.】
After Song Lan replied to the message, she went home, changed her clothes, and headed to the restaurant.
The location was an expensive French restaurant in the night city. He Chaozhi seemed to have reserved the table. People were coming and going outside the door. The dark-colored lights of the restaurant made the atmosphere warm and pleasant, but there was no one there.
Song Lan walked in curiously and was immediately greeted by a waiter who took her to a seat by the window on the second floor.
He Chaozhi didn't know how long he sat there, with a lazy look on his face, and his beautiful features were like carved ivory.
Seeing Song Lan coming, He Chaozhi raised his glass to her and smiled lazily: "Coming?"
Song Lan's eyes swayed along with the warm candlelight on the dining table: "Have you booked the venue?"
"Well, I don't like other people disturbing us when we are alone."
He Chaozhi took a sip of red wine, put down his glass, and looked at Song Lan with a smile through the light.
"Song Lan, if there is anything you need help with at home, if you want to tell me, feel free to do so."
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he told Jiang Yurong that Jiang Yurong told He Chaozhi about his father's stay in the nursing home.
She pursed her lips hard, not wanting to mention her life experience.
"I don't need any help. I'm the president now and I have enough money."
He Chaozhi was silent for a moment: "Really? Don't you want to tell me about other family matters?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyes and stared at Song Lan with bottomless eyes.
Song Lan's heartbeat skipped a beat inexplicably. She looked at He Chaozhi strangely, feeling that something was not right with He Chaozhi today.
"He Chaozhi, what exactly do you want me to say?"
He Chaozhi pulled his lower lip, still looking like a careless young man.
"It's nothing. I'm just worried that you have some difficulties at home and you can't handle them yourself. I happen to have a lot of money, so I don't mind spending more for you."
When Song Lan heard these words, his restless heart returned.
She lowered her eyes calmly and used delicate silver knives and forks to cut the food on the plate.
Yanhong's lips parted, and she spoke concise and powerful words: "He Chaozhi, I've said it before, don't ask about things you shouldn't ask. I don't like it...what are you doing?"
Raising her eyes, Song Lan looked at the waiter who suddenly came with a trolley in surprise.
He Chaozhi took down the red velvet wine cake from the cart and placed it between the two of them. He also took out a handful of fresh and dewy roses and handed them to Song Lan.
