GBP Chapter 200 You've got a kind heart.
Chapter 200 You've got a kind heart.
Chang Xingyu found Qiao Sanli's workplace.
This was an abandoned office building belonging to a former bureau. Due to administrative downsizing, its staffing had been eliminated, leaving it derelict. Zhang Jianjun had Qiao Sanli rent it, signing a ten-year lease. A considerable sum was spent on renovations, essentially a lavish gold-plated design. The entire office area was opulent, giving the impression of a truly wealthy company the moment one entered!
The company has a reception desk, but because they don't have the money to install a telephone, they only have an intercom for the general manager's office, which looks like a telephone but is much simpler.
The receptionist asked for Chang Xingyu's name and then heard a slightly surprised voice from Qiao Sanli on the other end of the walkie-talkie. She was then instructed to take Chang Xingyu inside. After hanging up, the pretty receptionist led Chang Xingyu there.
Qiao Sanli's office is called the General Manager's Office, and the sign at the door reads "General Manager" in large characters.
The receptionist knocked on the door, then opened it, stood outside the door, and gestured for Chang Xingyu to enter.
After Chang Xingyu went inside and closed the door, the sound of high heels clicking away could be heard.
"Sister Xingyu! What brings you here today?" Qiao Sanli got up from her office chair and came over to greet Chang Xingyu. She led Chang Xingyu to sit down at the coffee table, picked up an exquisite cup, put in some tea leaves, and pressed the lid of the thermos a few times. A little hot water sprayed out of the thermos spout, making the tea leaves sizzle.
Chang Xingyu took the teacup that Qiao Sanli handed him. "I've come today to have a talk with you!"
Qiao Sanli sat down on the other sofa, placed her hands on her knees, and smiled at Chang Xingyu, saying, "Sister Xingyu, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Let's talk about Zhang Jianjun's matter."
"Soldier brother?"
Chang Xingyu uttered the most courageous words in the calmest tone, "I like Zhang Jianjun!"
The pretty receptionist hadn't gone far; she could still see the two figures from the corner, though she couldn't hear their conversation. But after they talked for a while, Qiao Sanli sat down next to Chang Xingyu, put her arm around him, and Chang Xingyu returned the embrace. They seemed to be crying together!
The receptionist was extremely anxious, her gossip-loving soul burning brightly. She wished she could grow super hearing; she would do anything to hear the conversation in the room!
After a long while, both of them were exhausted from crying. Chang Xingyu finally pulled himself out of it. The two looked at each other's tear-streaked faces, wiped each other's tears, and then laughed at the same time.
Outside the window, crape myrtle and morning glory flowers bloomed simultaneously. The morning glory vines entwined tightly around the crape myrtle tree.
Outside the window, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, falling gently onto the earth. At this moment, the crape myrtle and morning glory, like two beautiful women vying for attention, bloomed in full glory during this wonderful season.
The crape myrtle flowers, clustered together, resembled magnificent clouds on the horizon or the blushing face of a young girl, their pink and white petals layered upon each other, exuding a delicate fragrance. Beside them, the morning glories, like tiny, exquisite trumpets, came in pale purple, blue, and pink hues… They meandered upwards along the supple vines, like a vibrant ribbon, tightly entwined around the crape myrtle tree's thick branches.
A gentle breeze stirs the crape myrtle blossoms, causing their petals to fall like snowflakes; the morning glories, not to be outdone, dance joyfully, creating beautiful melodies. These two flowers nestle together, complementing each other, forming a breathtaking natural scene.
Qiao Simei discovered that, without knowing when it started, her two older sisters' relationship had become closer again, as if it had returned to the time when they went to the capital to see a concert, or even seemed to be closer than before!
How strange!
Just like today, Chang Xingyu came to Wei Shuying's house again. "Sanli! Come, come. My brother-in-law went on a business trip a while ago, and I asked him to bring me some clothes. I also picked out a dress for you. Why don't you try it on and see if it looks good?"
Qiao Sanli agreed, "Sister Xingyu, come in! The door isn't locked!"
When Qiao Simei saw that Qiao Sanli had new clothes again, she cried out in jealousy, "Sister Xingyu! Why is it only Sanli who has them! I want some too!"
Qiao Simei has plenty of pocket money and can buy things herself, but she is slightly jealous of how much attention Qiao Sanli receives.
Chang Xingyu ruffled Qiao Simei's hair, turning it into a messy bird's nest. "Simei's has one too. I'll take it in for Sanli later, and then I'll get yours!"
Qiao Simei then smiled, "Sister Xingyu is the best! Unlike some other sisters!"
Qiao Sanli snorted coldly from inside the room.
Qiao Simei wasn't afraid of her and snorted from outside.
Chang Xingyu found it amusing; even their arguments were entertaining.
Just as Chang Xingyu and Qiao Sanli were trying to accept each other, Qiao Yicheng and Xiang Nanfang were also making their own efforts!
Qiao Yicheng is trying hard to overcome his fear!
He knew his father-in-law was a high-ranking official, but when it came time to meet the parents, he still couldn't help but feel weak in the knees.
Forcing himself to stay alert and calm down, Qiao Yicheng put on a blank expression. "Let's go! South! We're advancing... oh no, let's set off!"
Xiang Nanfang found it somewhat amusing. "My parents are very easy to get along with, so you don't need to be afraid! As for my brother... just ignore him when the time comes!"
Qiao Yicheng nodded, "I know, you've said it many times, I'll pay attention!"
The two arrived at the Xiang family's courtyard. "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"
Xiang Nanfang had already informed his parents in advance, so neither of them was surprised and both looked at Qiao Yicheng with great interest.
Mr. Xiang pointed to the sofa, "Xiao Qiao, hehe, come and sit down!"
Qiao Yicheng obediently sat in the seat indicated by Xiang's father, but his posture was very restrained, like a primary school student who had made a mistake.
Too petty, Xiang's father deducted ten points from his score.
Qiao Yicheng suddenly remembered something and quickly picked up the box he had brought. "Dad... no, Uncle! This is a gift for you!"
He opened the box and found it contained a painting. He then opened it and looked at it. "Hmm, not bad! Xiao Qiao, you've put a lot of thought into this!"
At this moment, Xiang Beifang came downstairs. "You're that...that...oh right, Qiao Yicheng, right?"
Qiao Yicheng stood up. "Yes, I am Qiao Yicheng."
"Hehe, sit down." Xiang Beifang didn't come over to shake hands, nor did he say anything more. Seeing that Old Xiang's expression was unpleasant, Xiang Beifang didn't want to push his luck further. He casually sat down to the side and had the housekeeper make him a cup of tea.
Although Xiang Beifang did not directly mock Qiao Yicheng, his tone and expression made Qiao Yicheng feel contempt, even contempt.
Xiang's father merely glanced at Xiang Beifang without uttering a word of reprimand.
Xiang Nanfang merely snorted and remained silent.
In the midst of the tension, Qiao Yicheng finished his meal and then took his leave from the Xiang family.
Xiang Nanfang felt sorry for Qiao Yicheng and put his arm around Qiao Yicheng's arm. Qiao Yicheng looked at Xiang Nanfang and forced a smile.