GBP Chapter 17 Like Heaven and Earth
Chapter 17 Like Heaven and Earth
"This way, Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo." Butler Wen smiled kindly as he led Huo Sili and Jiang Qin to the main restaurant.
Jiang Qin looked around and saw that two people were already sitting at the table. She recognized them as Old Master Wen and Old Madam Wen.
The old lady of the Wen family and the old lady of the Huo family were good friends, and Jiang Qin had met them quite a few times.
She couldn't be too polite to her elders, so she put on a smile as she walked towards them. But then she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Wen Chen was telling Duo Duo a story.
But Duoduo's gaze was clearly not on the book, but on her. The little girl's bright, grape-like eyes were extremely clear, and she looked like she wanted to get off Wen Chen's lap, but Wen Chen held her back.
Recalling the previous business negotiations, Jiang Qin quickly tried to look away, but Huo Sili, who had been walking behind her, suddenly took a half step forward and stood right next to her.
He was already tall and strong, and he paid extra attention to weight training in his spare time, so he was physically robust and upright. Standing there, he completely blocked her view of Duoduo.
Jiang Qin glanced at Huo Sili with a slightly speechless look, then looked away and walked towards the dining table with a smile.
Upon arrival, I politely greeted the two elders seated at the table. The Wen family was a prominent family in Kyoto, a typical scholarly family.
The two elderly people had kind faces and smiled warmly when she greeted them.
Especially Grandma Wen, probably because she was on good terms with Grandma Huo, the old lady clearly took special care of her, smiling at her with extra affection, "Come, Qinqin, sit next to Grandma."
The table wasn't the large round table typical of hotels, but rather an antique-style rosewood eight-immortal table, paired with long, high-legged benches of the same material.
During the four years of her secret marriage with Huo Sili, Jiang Qin gained a lot of experience. She could tell at a glance that this set of tables and chairs was no ordinary item and its price was definitely not less than seven figures. However, her first feeling was not that it was expensive, but that it was cozy.
When I was little, there was an eight-immortal table in my grandmother's room. Of course, it wasn't made of such expensive rosewood, but ordinary solid wood. That eight-immortal table holds many precious, sweet, and warm memories of the time when she and my grandmother depended on each other for survival.
Jiang Qin obediently sat down, and Huo Sili followed suit and sat on the other side of the bench. Wen Chen brought Duoduo over.
There weren't many formalities, and no unpleasant words were said. After Grandpa Wen announced that dinner was ready, we picked up our chopsticks and began our meal.
This surprised Jiang Qin a little, but she quickly suppressed her surprise.
"Sili, Xiaochen is the same age as you and already has a daughter. When are you planning to have your grandmother promoted to a higher generation?"
It was Grandpa Wen who spoke, and Jiang Qin happened to pick up a piece of steaming hot tofu and put it into her bowl.
She habitually tried to use her chopsticks to divide the tofu into four equal-sized small cubes to cool it down, but upon hearing this, she mishandled the chopsticks and they ended up as four ugly, mismatched pieces.
Huo Sili glanced at Jiang Qin's bowl, then looked at Grandpa Wen with a polite smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Grandpa Wen, my grandmother came to you looking for help from Cui's great-grandson?"
That's what I meant.
Grandpa Wen opened his mouth, but didn't know how to reply. Grandma Wen glanced at Huo Sili, then looked at Grandpa Wen with a smile, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment.
"Alright, alright, let's eat. The food won't taste good if it gets cold."
Jiang Qin stared at the steaming tofu in the bowl and suddenly lost her appetite.
The person who was closer to Old Mrs. Huo was Old Mrs. Wen, not Old Mr. Wen. Although she hadn't met the latter many times, she had heard of him, even though she didn't like gossip. This was because Old Mr. Wen was known among his peers in Beijing's social circles as a henpecked husband.
The elderly couple were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. Now, both of them have grown white hair. They are an exceptionally sweet couple known to everyone in Beijing's social circles. Knowing full well that asking this question would be awkward, Mr. Wen still asked it anyway.
The reason is obvious: it was to ask on behalf of Grandma Wen.
As for why Old Mrs. Wen cared about this, it was naturally because Old Mrs. Huo, who was on good terms with her, wanted to know.
In other words, Mrs. Huo, Huo Sili's grandmother and her great benefactor, had always longed to hold her great-grandchild.
But regarding the question of when the old lady will be able to hold her great-grandchild...
Undoubtedly, the answer is not so appealing.
Because the truth is, it's impossible. After all, he had explicitly warned her twice about the child.
They won't have children. Don't tell him she's pregnant.
Jiang Qin finished eating the various-sized pieces of tofu in the bowl. Looking at the remaining tofu residue, she thought of those two sentences. Although she had warned herself not to love him anymore, at this moment, she felt that her heart was just like the scene in the bowl.
It was completely broken and could no longer be shaped.
However, in that instant, Jiang Qin suddenly realized that it wasn't impossible—it wasn't impossible for Old Mrs. Huo to be promoted in the next generation, but the one who would give birth couldn't be her.
If it were Li Xueqian, Huo Sili would definitely be very happy.
"Hosley."
On the way back to Yunhai Huafu, Jiang Qin thought of the same point she had made at the dinner table and called out to the man beside her.
I think it would be better to get a divorce sooner rather than later. If you and Li Xueqian work hard, the old lady can hold her great-grandchild sooner.
Huo Sili turned his head, his dark pupils devoid of emotion, gesturing for her to speak. Jiang Qin opened her mouth.
Thinking of something, she didn't dare to say it out loud. Her brain was working at high speed, and she changed her words, "No, I just wanted to ask how much longer until we arrive? I forgot to change my sanitary napkin when I came out, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
Indeed, when she brought up divorce, Horst made it clear that the old lady's condition had recently relapsed, and that the divorce would have to wait until after the old lady's birthday banquet, which she agreed to.
If she were to urge him now, she wouldn't be afraid of anything else, but she'd be afraid that if he got upset, he'd rebel and refuse to leave.
As a person, you have to be pragmatic.
"Almost there, about twenty minutes if there's no traffic," Huo Sili replied, glancing out the window.
Jiang Qin immediately replied, "Oh, then I'll endure it..."
The conversation was interrupted. "Stop at the restaurant up ahead," Horstley said to the driver, picking up the car communicator.
Jiang Qin: "..."
Ahead is a very high-end, reservation-only restaurant.
There is a hierarchy of contempt even in the rich circle. Jiang Qin had always known this, but she had never experienced it firsthand before. Today, thanks to Huo Sili, she personally experienced what it means to "silently despise everyone present".
Most of the diners were dressed in glamorous and luxurious attire, their clothes adorned with designer logos, their seats adorned with designer bags, and their large-carat colored gemstone jewelry was dazzling. The men's custom-made suits occasionally revealed diamond watches peeking out from under their sleeves, adding to the luxurious atmosphere.
She, dressed in a simple business suit, rushed in, went straight to the restroom, and came out just like that, heading straight for the door.
However, after experiencing it this way, Jiang Qin understood some things more clearly.
The difference in their social status was like heaven and earth.
The likely outcome would be an early separation; he should marry Li Xueqian, who is of equal social standing, while she should return to her original ordinary life.
Back at Yunhai Huafu, Jiang Qin immediately went upstairs to unwrap the gifts.
Xie Youan's ticket is for the exhibition next Saturday.
Jiang Qin picked out the free time slots she had marked out earlier at the Wen family manor and finally confirmed the time.
She's going to the hospital for another check-up next Tuesday afternoon.
Having booked the appointment, and thinking about the dull pain in her abdomen that she had experienced earlier, Jiang Qin naturally started searching online again.
Suddenly, the doorknob was pressed down!