This Damned Sweetness

As Xu Qiao said, no one in this world can escape the mouth of the process.

The key to persuading people is to eliminate the other’s worries and grasp the other’s pain points. Cheng Lang knows how to judge people’s hearts and situations. Xu Kangrong doesn’t miss her daughter, but the more she sees her daughter’s success, the less willing her failure will become a stain on her. May she be sneaky even though she couldn't help coming because his father was embarrassed.

Cheng Lang gave Xu Kangrong a look, suggesting that he would talk later.

Xu Kangrong agreed and told Cheng Lang that he was okay and could wait more time in the car so that Xu Qiao's work should not be delayed.

Cheng Lang nodded and returned to the art museum with Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao sighed with him quietly along the way, saying that her father was an elder in front of her and an employee in front of him.

There is actually some truth to this statement.

Xu Kangrong has not taken the old road to continue operating jewelry. After all, there are different business opportunities at each stage. After he left his hometown, he started real estate in Southeast Asia. China's real estate has developed quite maturely, but in some countries in Southeast Asia, this is exactly the emerging industry in full swing.

Xu Kangrong saw a business opportunity, while Cheng Lang cleared the way for him, exaggerating, and even providing a "golden finger." Without Cheng Lang, Xu Kangrong could not gain a foothold in Southeast Asia so quickly.

Therefore, this juncture was supposed to be the time when the future father-in-law was going to test the future son-in-law, but when they arrived, the relationship became deformed.

Xu Qiao also knew that Cheng Lang would definitely help her dad in business, so her dad would inevitably look at people's winks and behave, jokingly and caressingly, but didn't really take it to heart.

After all, Cheng Lang has been very good to her. Unlike ordinary girls, she needs to rely on her father to give her boyfriend the power.

When the two returned to the hall, the afterparty had already begun.

If the significance of the just-concluded fashion show is to establish a brand image, then the afterparty after the fashion show is an important part of consolidating the brand relationship.

Publishers, senior editors, fashionistas, brand partners of first-line fashion magazines... Countless industry elites will start social here.

Although the elites in the fashion circle are actually in that number of transitions, Xu Qiao was not unheard of when she watched the show as a buyer, but for her who emerged in the fashion show tonight, this It is a social not to be missed.

So even if Xu Kangrong waited, she still had to get things done.

In the banquet hall, the two met a lot of familiar faces. Cheng Lang still took Xu Qiao with him at first, but later saw that she was able to deal with it easily, and gradually let go, and walked to the side to have a drink with Jiang Fang, Shen Dang, and Song Mian.

The young man who had supported the relationship between the eighteenth layer and the show passed by them and saw Cheng Lang on the sofa. He did not know that he was the president of the Lanchen Group. He turned his head and whispered: "That's not the one on the big screen just now. Hadachi’s boyfriend?"

Jiang Fang patted Cheng Lang on the shoulder: "Relegated, President Lang."

Cheng Lang held his temples and smiled comfortably: "It's his girlfriend who is too good."

"If your younger siblings are better, you will be away from home in the future, there will be no Mr. Cheng Xiao, only younger siblings and boyfriends, what's it like?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "It's hard to enjoy in your life."

"..."

"Also," Cheng Lang gestured. "The statement can be more rigorous. Since it's the future, it's not just a boyfriend."

Jiang Fang had heard too much from Cheng Lang's mouth for the first time. For example, this time, it was the first time he heard an overbearing president emphasize the identity of "husband" so tactfully.

On the side, Song Mian and Shen Dang understood this and raised their heads from the chat.

"President Lang is ready to start a family?" Shen Dang asked.

Cheng Lang smiled, the obvious default meaning.

"Old President Cheng..." Because there were so many people with mixed eyes, Shen Dang only said halfway, asking Cheng Lang if his grandfather would resist this.

Cheng Lang put the phone on the glass tea table, slid it gently, and threw it to him.

Shen Dang glanced at the screen of the phone. It was a video message sent by Mrs. Cheng an hour ago. In the video, Mrs. Cheng looked at the computer strenuously while wearing a pair of reading glasses. The computer screen is exactly the live broadcast of the fashion show just now.

The old man's face is "Although I don't understand the aesthetics of your young people, but it looks pretty powerful".

Underneath Cheng's mother said, "[Shh] Son, your grandfather who was secretly photographed by your father, this time can really bring people home."

Shen Dang laughed: "Okay, Mr. Lang, it's time to put the marriage proposal on the agenda."

Jiang Fang raised his hands enthusiastically: "I will help you set up the proposal scene, pink petals, pink balloons, pink bubbles, and pink lace, which will satisfy you."

Cheng Lang and Shen Dang looked at him with expressions that are difficult to express in one word, and even in two words.

"Let go of yourself, and let Mr. Lang go, don't turn away and run away with anger." Shen Dang patted Jiang Fang on the back.

Song Mian lowered his head and smiled.

Jiang Fang sighed: "Okay, I won't intervene. I will watch the head office, right? President Lang, when will I say something about it?"

Cheng Lang leaned on the back of the sofa and shook the wine in the goblet calmly: "Wait for the time."

——

After the party, Cheng Lang and Xu Qiao reconciled with Xu Kangrong and returned to Lishan Mansion.

Although it was past the dinner point, the three of them did not eat the main meal, just when they needed to be full.

The dinner at home was arranged by Cheng Lang in advance. He knew that tonight should not be too extravagant. The more homely the atmosphere, the more relaxed the relationship between the father and daughter, so he prepared a table of ordinary Beicheng dishes, and the birthday cake was not exaggerated. ——After all, it is a bit silly for three people to face a nine-tier cake tower.

After dinner, Cheng Lang acted as a bridge between the father and daughter. He asked Xu Qiao's reluctant words to let her know her father's current situation, and also said in the words Xu Qiao's recent Let Xu Kangrong listen to his life.

When the candles were lit to eat the cake at the end, perhaps Cheng Lang’s bridge played a role, or perhaps the father and daughter were both stirred up by the wine on the table. On the alcohol, Xu Kangrong wiped his tears to Xu Qiao singing out of tune. Birthday song, Xu Qiao finally opened her arms and asked for a hug with her father.

Cheng Lang asked his aunt to cook sober soup and drank a bowl for the father and daughter who did not look sober.

But the effect of this hangover soup is not immediate, it has to go through a process.

Xu Qiaosa’s habit of being drunk is stinky, and the six relatives don’t recognize it, and regardless of Cheng Lang and Xu Kangrong, they took the model steps on the runway tonight and went upstairs to tear down the birthday presents everyone gave her.

Cheng Lang originally wanted to accompany her, but Xu Kangrong dragged him stubbornly, shouting in a vague way: "Mr. Cheng, don't go, listen to me--"

He had to let his aunt go up and take care of Xu Qiao, and put the big one on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, after the people in the living room dispersed, Xu Kangrong suddenly became mad, except that his face was red, his expression had been restored to his composure, and he sat in a tight-kept manner with a dry smile: "Mr. Cheng, I just offended."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, probably understanding the meaning of Xu Kangrong's move.

Perhaps there was something to talk to him, but he was afraid that Xu Qiao became suspicious and turned to ask, so he pretended to be drunk.

Cheng Lang nodded and said it was okay, and invited people into the study: "Mr Xu has something to say here."

Xu Kangrong sat on the solo sofa, rubbing his knees with his palms: "Mr. Cheng, then I'll just say it straight. I want to ask you, Qiao Qiao doesn't seem to know how you helped me pay off the debt?"

Cheng Lang nodded.

Xu Kangrong hesitated inexplicably for a while: "This matter..."

Cheng Lang continued: "I didn't mention it to her before, and I won't tell her in the future."

When repaying the debt for Xu Kangrong, Cheng Lang held the air and gave himself a step, defining this as a transaction left by Xu Qiao with money.

But Xu Kangrong was desperate, worried that taking her daughter away by force would make her follow her desperately and be chased by those three-in-class usury creditors, threatening her personal safety, so she agreed to Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang was too good at negotiation, and he had never imagined that Xu Kangrong might refuse.

But after thinking about it carefully, if Xu Kangrong had the courage to take his daughter away, he would have to grit his teeth and pay the debt for the Xu family.

Because his motivation is to be tempted.

However, there is no if after all.

Although the two had their own positions at the time, no matter what, it would not be a pleasant thing for Xu Qiao.

They all know that with Xu Qiao's hard-hearted temper, she will definitely understand them, but it will inevitably be sad.

"I seem to have never confessed a mistake to anyone other than her and grandpa," Cheng Lang sighed and smiled. "But in this matter, I have to admit to you. If I do it again, I will not force you. Choose, I will implore her to stay in a more appropriate way."

"Mr. Cheng, don't say that. You really helped our family. Anyway, I blamed me for being a dad." Xu Kangrong sighed, "I want to talk to you about this. You said, I have saved some money these days, and I will repay the debt you paid for me in the first place. Although it may take a lot of time, I will definitely pay for it in three, five, and ten years. Pay off."

Cheng Lang understood Xu Kangrong's mood.

After all, Xu Kangrong cannot be sure, he and Xu Qiao will always be in love with Xu Qiao. If they enter into marriage, this starting point, of course, should be absolutely equal.

"Although I don't think it is necessary, because I will treat her equally no matter what, but if you insist on doing this, I am willing to accept your repayment, but I hope you don’t worry, everything is physically important, for her Your safety and health are the most important."

"I know..." Xu Kangrong wiped the corners of his eyes, "I know."

Cheng Lang got up and patted him on the shoulder.

Xu Kangrong also stood up and whimpered with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Cheng, I will have to see a client tomorrow, so I won’t stay overnight. I and Qiaoqiao don’t like crying and crying to separate the set. You can just tell her for me. , Just say that on New Year’s Eve this year, I will definitely come back to spend time with her.

Cheng Lang nodded: "Then I will send someone to take you to the airport."

"No trouble..."

"Mr. Xu," Cheng Lang smiled while holding his arm, "just don't talk about two things in the family."

Xu Kangrong looked at him with blinking eyes, silently, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand twice.

Although he didn't say anything, Cheng Lang could see what the father meant from this solemn gesture.

He was saying that his daughter was handed over to him.

After sending Xu Kangrong away, Cheng Lang took out a letter from the study drawer and went to the second floor.

Xu Qiao was sitting on the bedroom carpet frantically opening gifts. She didn't look very drunk, but she was a little drunk and in a more passionate state.

Seeing him coming, she crouched on her hips: "Where is your gift? Why haven't you given it to me!"

Cheng Lang smiled and walked over and sat on the carpet.

He didn't have this sloppy habit of sitting on the floor before, and he was probably infected by her.

"My gift is too big to get it temporarily." Cheng Lang explained to her.

"What?" Xu Qiao looked at him with his head tilted.

"The island you wanted last time."

Xu Qiao grabbed his neck for a moment, and was full of excitement: "Really? Didn't you say not to buy it before?"

"Just say it casually, you really believe it," Cheng Lang smiled and hugged her back, "When did you want less than you?"

"Then when can I go to be the island owner?" Xu Qiao hugged him with excitement.

"The facilities on the island have not been completed in time, so I will take you there when it is completed, okay?"

Xu Qiao nodded, and kissed him: "Thank you husband."

"But today I can't give you nothing." Cheng Lang said thoughtfully.

"What else is there today?" She blinked.

"You said, you used to open a letter from your mother for your birthday every year before. I counted the number of those letters before. Forget it, it was your last birthday last year?"

Xu Qiao's expression dimmed, and she nodded with her eyes down, "Yes..."

Cheng Lang conjured a letter from behind.

Xu Qiao was taken aback, let go of her arm around him, and stared at the letter in a daze.

The envelope was written with exactly the same words as her mother, but it was Cheng Lang's handwriting—for the 24-year-old Qiao Qiao.

"Every birthday, I will write to you for your mother, okay?" Cheng Lang looked into her eyes and asked.

Xu Qiao slowly took the envelope. For some reason, it seemed that all the touches of the day could not be restrained at this moment, and tears burst into her eyes instantly.

A letter was not a big deal, he was using this promise to tell her that she would have him in the future.

"You are so annoying!" Xu Qiao sobbed while crying, "I will be happy on my birthday, so why bother to make me cry!"

Cheng Lang rubbed the top of her hair with a blundering expression: "Yes, I shouldn't make you cry at this time..."

Xu Qiao wiped her tears and looked at him sideways, as if vaguely heard the warning bell of Sao Talk.

Sure enough, the next second: "Wait to bed."

"..."

Xu Qiao's tears dried up faster than when they flowed down, and she sent him two words: "Abnormal!"