His Wife Calls The Shots

Cang Ting didn't respond, and only gave Qian Miao a chicken leg: "Eat more."

Later, he also gave Lu Wanyu a chicken leg: "If you have time, bring warmth back."

Xiaoyu nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

Cang Ting's unangered and prestigious aura can always make people willing to surrender, but this is not reflected in Qian Mian's body.

Perhaps it was because he deliberately reduced his sharp edge, or perhaps because her light overwhelmed him inadvertently.

The meal was very comfortable.

After it was over, Cang Ting showed her a booklet.

"This is a gift list. If I want to, I hope I can appear as a...father at our wedding."

Qian Miao took the booklet, and when he looked at it, he saw a dense set of words, followed by a specific amount of money, which reached nine figures in total.

"I'm sorry about the mother's affairs, although I am very guilty, but to be honest, after seeing it, I don't regret it." He showed an easy-going smile.

Qianmiao looked down and thought for a while, but didn't know how to respond for a while.

The decisive ability that she had always had lost its effect at this moment.

"Can I think about it?"

Cang Ting smiled and nodded: "Of course it can, this is the right."

She closed the booklet, was silent for a while, and said, "Thank you about Taoyuan."

"Do you still like it?" He looked lovingly.

"Troubled, I like it very much."

"That's good, it was originally a birthday gift, I'm still worried whether I like it."

Qian Mian said warmly: "The gift is with your heart, no matter what, Cang...I can feel your heart."

She pressed her lips lightly, still getting stuck on the address.

Cang Ting didn't care, and understood her feelings well, so naturally he had to cover this topic.

The two chatted for a while, then Cang Ting let her go to the yard with Lu Wanyu.

For him, being able to eat and talk so happily today is already very satisfying.

They sat on the terrace drinking coffee, watching them playing downstairs, they were also very satisfied.

Mr. Butler said: "Sir, Miss seems to like your gift very much."

"She's satisfied." The corner of his eyes raised.

"Who can't be satisfied with such a great gift. If the lady knew that you also bought her a small island resort for her birthday this year, she would be happier."

Cang Ting slightly put aside his smile: "Don't tell me about this in advance, I'm worried that she will have a burden in her heart."

"Understand, but the young lady can definitely understand your painstaking effort, and she will accept it."

Cang Ting looked regretful: "Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to participate in her growth. After all, I am not worthy to be her father."

"Sir, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself too much. Blame it on the good fortune. Fortunately, now it's all over. Miss's life will definitely get better and better in the future."

Cang Ting's eyes gradually deepened, faintly revealing worry.

Qian Miao's physical condition had already been investigated two years ago, and Feng Xian also said something.

He has many rights in his hand, but he can't control this matter, he can only...resign it to fate.

It was also two years ago that he, who had never believed in the Buddha, began to go to temples and worship Buddha frequently, which was also a helpless expression of helplessness.

"Sir, Miss is taking over the Das Hotel, shall we help secretly?"

Cang Ting frowned: "This is an insult to her."

"Yes, I was wrong."

Cang Ting looked at the thin figure and said with certainty: "Without my help, she would definitely win."