My sister's live broadcast pushed me to the top of the world

"Yes, how is it?" Jiang Yue asked.

"Well... she's pretty good and very beautiful. Although she looks cold, from the conversation, I can tell that she's a very warm-hearted girl. She's well educated and knows all kinds of etiquette. Overall, she's a very good girl and Conrad has trained her well." Jingtian answered after thinking for a while.

"What do you think about him living with our Xiaochen?"

"Uh..."

Jingtian frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Because when he thought of his son slumped on the sofa, half dead, he really wanted to say something back.

"Please don't harm other families' young girls. Our son has nothing good except that he has money backed by them. He is really not worthy of them."

But when the words came to his lips, Jingtian said:

"Very good, very good, Jingchen should be managed by a girl like this."

"And if it really works, I hope they can have a baby soon. The second-generation heir is useless, and the third-generation heir must be trained well before we get old."

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought, and she's an only child." Jiang Yue nodded with a smile, but then she felt something was wrong and frowned slightly, "What do you mean by the second-generation heir is useless? Are you saying that I have ruined Xiaochen and Xiaoyao?"

Facing his wife's sharp eyes, Jingtian quickly changed his words:

"No, no, no, you heard me wrong. I mean, since Xiaochen and Xiaoyao are not interested in the family business, we should quickly train a baby while we are still young. And wife, tell me, if we have a beautiful mixed-blood grandson, it will be so much fun to play with him."

Hearing this, Jiang Yue withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

"In that case, I will accept Mrs. Conrad's invitation. We will attend their dinner together tonight."

"Mrs. Conrad's invitation? When did she send it?" Jingtian looked surprised.

"Just now, when you closed your eyes and thought about something, she called me. I saw that you were thinking about something, so I didn't disturb you. I guess she wanted us to invest and expand the market in Xia Country at the same time."

Jiang Yue shook her head helplessly, took out her cell phone from her bag and prepared to call back, while continuing to mutter to herself.

"But this is also good. He is short of money, and we are short of a suitable film company, plus a good daughter-in-law. This just meets the needs of both of us. It's perfect, a win-win situation."

"Let's observe Fiona again tonight. If she's really good and still single, then call your son over to meet her. Opportunities are rare. If you meet a good girl and don't chase her right away, you're just giving opportunities to other pigs."

When Jingtian heard these two murmurs, he immediately laughed happily.

Suddenly he wanted to say something to Conrad who was greedy for his money.

Oh! my dear friend, Conrad.

You are really a good friend, no, a good relative, who brings warmth to my family from the other side of the earth.

My original idea was to spend money to swallow up your company.

But now, your daughter has been targeted by my tigress.

Then you should be prepared for us to take away both your company and your daughter.

.....

Not a moment.

Jiang Yue finished the call.

The car just stopped at this time.

"Director Jing, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

The secretary sitting in the front spoke, then got out of the car with the driver and opened the door for the two people.

The place he brought them to was a hot pot restaurant in Sunset Country.

There were many people sitting inside at the moment, not just Xia people, but also many white people.

When Jingtian and Jiang Yue saw this, they knew that the secretary had taken them to the right place.

The couple walked in hand in hand.

The song Lanting Preface happened to be playing in the hot pot restaurant at that time.

"It has nothing to do with romance. I'll write the preface and wait for your reply."

"When the pen is suspended, the waves on the shore roll up in a thousand layers."

"What does the word love mean? No matter how you write it, it's not right."

"And the only thing I lack is your lifelong understanding."

Jingtian and Jiang Yue's eyes lit up.

"What song is this? It's so beautifully sung. Just a few sentences make me feel the strong flavor of Xia country." Jiang Yue said in surprise.

"Yes, this is the first time I've heard such a song. It seems that our Xia country's music scene is finally beginning to produce talented people."

Jingtian nodded excitedly, then closed his eyes and enjoyed it, forgetting the hunger in his stomach for a moment.

He is an avid fan of Xia culture and has collected many Xia antiques at home.

But he didn't expect that today he would be able to feel the charm of the ancient Xia Kingdom from a song.

When the song ended, Jingtian suddenly opened his eyes and said something loudly.

"Good! You sing really well!"

It attracted attention from people around.

But he didn't care, instead he excitedly grabbed the waiter passing by.

"Hello little girl, what's the name of this song?"

The waiter didn't seem surprised by Jingtian's reaction.

Because this wasn't the first time she was asked this question.

Smiling reply:

"Hello sir, this song is called Lanting Preface, and it is sung by our Xia country singer Jingchen."

"Lanting Xu? Hmm, it's a good name."

Hearing the song title, Jingtian nodded repeatedly, but then his eyes widened.

"Who did you say sang it?"

"Jingchen, we will also play his songs Cultivating Love, Stay, Lemon, and Seven-Li Fragrance, as well as the three songs he sang at the music festival not long ago, Rice Fragrance, Dispelling Sorrow, and The Wind Rises."

"Sir, let me tell you, these are all very nice songs. You will definitely want to listen to them again. He is now the most popular singer in our Xia country." The waiter said with a smile.

"What scene? What time?"

Seeing Jingtian's somewhat excited expression, the waiter hesitated and said, "Jing for scenery, Chen for stars, sir, do you have a friend with this name?"

Jingtian turned his head and looked at Jiang Yue with wide eyes.

Jiang Yue said helplessly: "Don't think too much, it should be just the same name. Do you think our son is someone who can write a song like this?"

Although she values ​​her son, as a mother she still has some idea of ​​her son's weight and character.

How could he write such a beautiful song?

That's impossible.

If there was any sign of this, I would have known it long ago.

Jiang Yue's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Jingtian's excitement and hope for his son to become successful.

"Not like."

Jingtian calmed down and shook his head decisively.

My wife’s analysis makes a lot of sense.

It's probably just the name.

He may never be able to wait for his son to become successful in his lifetime.

His son hoped that his father would become a successful person, and he has finally achieved his goal.

Sighing, Jingtian asked the waiter to take the couple to their seats.

While waiting for their meal, the two of them listened to music peacefully.

After listening to the three songs "Cultivate Love", "Stay" and "Seven-Li Fragrance", they appreciated the singer who had the same name as their son even more.

In particular, they heard several young people at the next table praising him, saying that Jingchen was not only a good singer, but also a good novel writer, and many of his novels were on the global bestseller list.

The two of them appreciated it even more.

Jingtian couldn't help but whisper:

"Comparison is the thief of anger. He has the same name and surname as me. It would be great if he was my son."

After muttering, he picked up a piece of tripe and put it in the hot pot.

Jiang Yue, who was standing by, heard it but did not refute it because she heard a few young people at the next table saying that Jing Chen could also write movie scripts.

Many film and television companies want to buy the movie scripts I wrote.

There is even a movie IP worth 200 billion.

Listening to this increasingly bizarre conversation, although she didn't quite believe it, she couldn't help but sigh:

"This is what my son wants to say."

At this time,

With his back to them, the TV hanging on the wall started to show images.

"Hey, Jingchen's performance of "Xiaochou" at the music festival is playing on TV." Someone said happily.

Jingtian, who was eating tripe, immediately looked back.

The next second, he spat out the tripe in his mouth and coughed madly.

After he recovered, he pointed at the TV and said in disbelief:

"Jingchen is my son!"