61. The daughter-in-law must come from a prestigious family

  "Don't hold me so tight..." Her face turned red.

  "Oh?" He listened and loosened his grip a bit. But just as he relaxed, she felt like she was about to fall off and shouted, "Rong Qian, don't let go!"

  "...". Rong Qian narrowed her eyes and glanced at her, as if asking whether she wanted it loose or tight.

  "Ah...ah..." His breath enveloped her, making her head spin and unable to find the right words. Just as she was at a loss, she felt a slight coolness on her forehead.

  She touched her forehead, staring at his calm face and deep black pupils. Qiao Yunxue was extremely uncertain - had he just kissed her?

  His eyes were warm, but they always made her feel like he could see through to her innermost thoughts. She didn't dare look for long and quickly averted her gaze.

  She slid down his body quickly when they reached the 42nd floor. But he was even quicker, and before she could run out, he lightly held her in his arms, which would have been a very warm hug if it weren't summer.

  "This is company..." Qiao Yunxue ran faster than a rabbit.

  "Tonight I have a social engagement, I'll be back a bit late. Cloud and Snow, go to bed early."

  "Hmm." She responded very obediently, but for some reason, she felt a slight sense of discontent in her heart. "Mr. Rong is working so hard, I wonder if he wants to take over Jinghua for himself?"

  "Yunxue, if you want Jinghua, I'll take Jinghua for myself." Rong Qian said calmly.

  Stunned. Qiao Yunxue hummed: "The boss of Jinghua should have kicked you out, this kind of employee can't be kept."

  "Boss kicked me out, Yunxue will raise me?" Rong Qian's voice had already disappeared into the elevator.

  "Pfft - you forgot we're going Dutch." Qiao Yunxue rolled her eyes. Her slender fingers gently pressed against her forehead - did he really just kiss her?

  She couldn't understand him more and more. The only thing she could be certain of was that he was very busy.

  Since that day, the inexplicable hug, saying to do husband-and-wife things, Rong Qian's breath seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. As a descendant of Oil Painting Street, she was a half-way painter who had been sketching since elementary school, born with a pursuit of beauty, always unknowingly glancing at him drawing human body art.

  "Qiao Yunxue——" A voice came from behind. It was Yanzi.

  Turning weakly around, Qiao Yunxue raised an eyebrow: "Can't we just pretend we don't know each other?"

  "No way." Swallow shook her head firmly. "If you really can't, I'll go instead. Don't occupy the toilet without doing your business."

  "It smells good." Qiao Yunxue made a gesture of covering her nose, but her back was straight and she looked even more proud and elegant than the swallow.

  The swallow's face turned black, rolled up her sleeves and slapped her own thigh, resentfully saying: "I think you're 80% likely to be invited by Mr. Rong to pretend to be a play. You're so carefree. When Mr. Rong marries the noble lady, see where you go to cry."

  "Oh?" Rong Qian wouldn't be stupid enough to commit bigamy, and Qiao Yunxue felt quite reassured.

  "You think I'm coaxing you?" Pulling open the car door, Yanzi leisurely got in, "Tonight, Mr. Rong is seeing a noble lady."

  A noble daughter worth a thousand pieces of gold?

  Qiao Yunxue was taken aback, did he like the daughter of a wealthy family?

  After some thought, Qiao Yunxue smiled lightly - Swallow was just looking for an excuse to provoke her. Rong Qian was already married, and the daughter of a wealthy family was nothing!

  Wine house.

  Slowly raising his wine cup, he lightly took a sip, and Rong Qian's dark eyes finally fell on the old man opposite him.

  The extremely beautiful woman next to him stood up politely and very humbly: "Mr. Rong, we'll be in touch later."

  He nodded modestly, his face calm and composed.

  "Miss Zhao is coming!" The old man beside him was thin and bony, very majestic. "She is the director's daughter, has been saying she wants to see you."

  "Oh." Gentle and calm.

  "All these years she hasn't come back. It's unlikely she'll ever come back. You can't wait for her anymore, now you must marry another woman." The old man instructed solemnly, "The daughter-in-law of the Rong family must be from a prestigious family and have exceptional talent. At the very least, she should be able to manage both the living room and the kitchen."

  "Now women also require men to be good in the living room and skilled in the kitchen." He didn't mention another requirement - being good in bed.

  "Nonsense!" The old man looked down on him with disdain.

  Rong Qian stood up and left.