Xia Lao Er finished saving his money to the bank and went to the hospital to do the discharge procedures. Â Seeing Xia Da Boâs family shouting at Xia Qing Shu, he grabbed a broom and kicked them out.
The family threw down the words âDonât regret it, Xia Qing Shuâ and ran away in despair
Xia Lao Er took the bankbook to Xia Qing Shu, âMiao, will there be any retaliation for making people pay so much? Iâm not sure if Iâm going to be able to get a job. Letâs change to another hospital if this one doesnât work â¦â¦â
When he is nervous, he talks too much, like a machine gun, and his body shakes.
Xia Lao Er has been honest in his whole life, he has never experienced conflicts, and his psychological quality is worrying.
Xia Qingshu was afraid that he would be give back the money so he immediately treated him with speech therapy, âDad, donât be afraid, we will keep the money with confidence, this time we will be helped by a noble person.â
âWhat kind of person?â
âChen Zhiyu, the richest man in China.â Xia Qingshu immediately made up a set of stories about Chen Zhiyuâs initiative to help the representatives of the students who were being bullied during the school lecture, âMr. Chen personally came over to mediate, if you donât believe me, you can ask the doctors and nurses, even if the Zhou family is powerful, can they be more powerful than Mr. Chen?â
Xia Lao Er listened in awe.
Xia Qing Shu finished changing his clothes, âDad, letâs go get a new car and buy a big house.â
Xia Lao Er started shaking again, âThis, is it not inappropriate?â
âWhy not? If we donât spend the money, who will. If we donât spend it, will we let those distant relatives spend it for us again?â Xia Qing Shu cupped his bankbook, his voice small but firm, âWe are now multi-millionaires, buy a house in the community with better property services, so that those relatives donât come there whenever they want.â
When he came out of the hospital, Xia Qing Shu directed Xia Lao Er to drive to the car shop and directly picked up a current car.
When Xia Qing Shu was in the hospital, he was already looking up property information. After the vehicle formalities were completed, they went back to the sales department and bought a garden house with full payment.
Xia Lao Erâs feet shook at first, and then his hands shook, and finally his whole body shook, and when he was driving, Xia Qing Shu felt the body shaking.
âMiao cub, ah, is it really good for us to spend money like this?â
âWe wonât be made to pay for it, will we? If we have to pay, we canât afford to pay even if we sell your father!â
âThis is not a dream, is it?â
âDad, itâs real, itâs not a dream, itâs all said that a noble man will help you, if you donât believe in yourself, but you have to believe in Mr. Chen Zhiyu.â
Xia Qing Shu estimated that Xia Lao Er would need at least three or five more sessions of speech therapy to ease the shaking.
Along the way, to pacify Xia Lao Er, he blew Chen Zhi Yu off as a Buddha, living lightning bolt of a new era unparalleled in the sky and underground.
âSon, Mr.Chen is really a good person, you donât know, that lawyer was so arrogant that day,â Xia Lao Er recalled the scene of Zhou Chuan with his lawyer in the ward that day, thinking that Chen Zhiyu was simply a god from heaven, âSon, how do you think we can thank Mr Chen, how about treating him to a meal? One meal might not be enough, at least ten treats!â
âDad, Mr. Chen is very busy with his day-to-day work, Iâve already thanked him, itâs enough that weâve got our hearts in it.â
âThat wonât do, itâs such a big favour, Dad has to thank him personally. Pup, donât worry about this, dad knows what to do.â
Xia Qing Shu thought to himself, Xia Lao Er is such a wimp, he would not dare to go directly to Chen Zhi Yu, and Chen Zhi Yu is not that easy to approach. So, he left him alone and let him go on his own.
Xia Qing Shu did not expect that Xia Lao Er would do what he had decided to do.
Xia Lao Er is not very knowledgeable and has a single way of repaying his kindness: by inviting people to dinner. He couldnât get a date with Chen Zhiyu and made three dishes and a soup to send to Chenâs group on time every day.
He braved the hot summer heat to deliver the meal, squatting in front of the company afterwards, and had to personally watch Chen Zhiyu eat it.
However, each time he waited until the end of the day and watched the security guards throw the food away.
After delivering the food for several days in a row, and the food was poured out. Xia Lao Er was so distressed that he approached a nephew to ask about it.
The nephew, Xia Dong, was starting his own business and had opened a coffee and dessert shop called Xia.
âSecond uncle, nowadays young bosses like to drink coffee, eat western food and so on, they donât like to eat three dishes and one soup.â Xia Dong said, âHow about this, you leave it to me, Iâll take care of it for you, and you take care of your nephewâs business as well.â
Xia Lao Er didnât know why the young men liked that bitter black water, but there was nothing he could do, he had worked hard for days without success, it was okay to let Xia Dong try, âXiao Dong, we have to thank people, leave a note to indicate this when you send something.â
Xia Dong: âSecond Uncle, no problem, weâre good at this, you can rest assured, Iâll put your first name on it.â
Xia Lao Er thought for a moment, âDonât write my name, write Qing Shuâs.â
The office of the President of the Group.
Chen Zhiyu was facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, standing with his hands folded. He had just finished a board meeting and there had been some problems, and now he was very upset that his staff were doing things gingerly and checking a job over and over again for fear of pissing him off.
The head janitor came up with a box filled with a number of items, items neatly wrapped, all gifts from fans to Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu is young and handsome, and the richest man in China; not only does he have a dedicated fan club, but there are also station girls squatting at the company to take photos.
There is a giant billboard of Chen Zhiyu at the entrance of the company and a special fan reception room at the side door, where fans often come over to give gifts.
Door supervisor: âSecretary Li, Iâll put these gifts in the storage room.â
âCheck them for dangerous goods and send them into the office for the president to look over.â Secretary Li glanced at the box.
President Chen was in a bad mood today, maybe seeing the fan gifts would make him feel better, their whole logistics department didnât want to stay up late with them anymore.
âHuh, why is there food?â Secretary Li saw a beautifully wrapped red box with some water droplets on it, emitting an enticing aroma.
âBring out the food.â The head janitor said, and reached for it. They couldnât put food in storage, it would stink and get moldy if when went bad, and it would attract flies and mosquitoes and rats.
âOh, and a card, Xia Qing â¦â¦ What a gift, the ink is smudged, canât see it clearly, alas, thereâs a love poem written on it â¦â¦â
Chen Zhiyu opened the door just in time to hear the janitorial supervisor read the poem.
âI want to send a colorful note and a ruler, the mountains are long and the water is wide, know where? â(1)
âWho sent this?â When Chen Zhiyu was in school, he loved the poetry of Dayan and Xiaoyan, and although the doormanâs Mandarin was not quite standard, he knew it as soon as he heard it.
As he got closer, he saw a pink sticky note on top of a red rectangular box with a big âXiaâ written on it.
The day before, he had gone to the hospital to see Xia Qing Shu.
Xia Qing Shu confessed to him, like a stray panda, dumb and clumsy.
He could not bear to reject him to his face, and in a moment of weakness, softened and left a promise.
Silly as the little panda is, he is so quick to act? Tsk.
Chen Zhiyu opened the red box with interest, which also had the word âXiaâ written in a large font in the middle.
âBring it over.â
The doorman supervisor enclosed the love poem with both hands.
Love poem, love poem â¦â¦ The abbreviation of the love poem happened to be âQSâ, and the abbreviation of Qing Shu was also âQSâ.
The hint should not be too obvious.
Chen Zhiyu hooked his lips and asked, seemingly casually, âXia â¦â¦ were there any more of the gifts that were sent?â
âNo more, just these.â The doorman supervisor thought for a moment, âThe other day there was a daily delivery of three dishes and a soup, it seems that his surname is also Xia.â
âHow long did he deliver it?â
âThree or four days.â
âSend me the surveillance of the three dishes and one soup delivery and this box today.â Chen Zhiyu walked into the office with his hands behind his back, âBring it in and put it on my desk.â
The head doorman glanced at Secretary Li and asked in a whisper, âThe president wants to eat?â
Secretary Li spread his hands, âI donât know.â
Although Chen Zhiyu would put away gifts from his fans in separate categories, the food was generally not eaten. After all, it was something of unknown origin.
The red box contained a cup of handmade coffee and a few small homemade chocolate nut biscuits.
The gift should have just arrived not long ago, and the coffee was still warm. Chen Zhiyu picked up the coffee and hesitated a little.
He is very picky about food, for example, stir-fried vegetables should have onion, ginger and garlic, but not the entity of onion, ginger and garlic should appear; coffee should be black but needs half a spoon of sugar and half a spoon of milk to taste; dessert should not be too sweet but not unsweetened either â¦â¦
He will not easily try food that is not to his taste.
Itâs August in the capital and the climate is sweltering. The office is fully air-conditioned, but there is still a heat where the sun shines.
Outside the window, the takeaway man rides a battery-operated bicycle running against the scorching sun.
Chen Zhiyuâs mind conjured up the scene of Xia Qingshu riding a shared bike and squatting at the entrance of the company to deliver gifts â¦â¦ The delicate skin was scorched by the sun, flushed and sweaty â¦â¦
Itâs better to try a sip, canât let down the little foolâs painstaking efforts. He picked up his coffee cup and took a shallow sip.
Just one sip, and he froze.
The coffee was made exactly to his taste, the black liquid in the mouth, dense with the aromatic sweetness and sour bitterness of the coffee beans as they roast, with a little sugar and milk to give a sweetness to the original bitterness. A little more on the sweet side, a little less and bitter.
Just the right amount, just the right amount.
He picked up a small biscuit and popped it into his mouth. The chocolate is mellow, the nuts are crisp, not too sweet, not too greasy, the taste is just right.
Before he knew it, he had finished his coffee and finished his biscuit.
Chen Zhiyu shook his head and smiled lightly.
The kid wasnât too silly.
Trying to capture his stomach before capturing his heart.