Chapter 10 A man’s heart is like a needle under the sea

After receiving her affirmative answer, Josie lowered her eyes, seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, and made a request to her.

Liang Weining was stunned after hearing this and turned his gaze to the book on the small table.

It turned out to be a collection of poems.

The page that was opened was none other than "Drinking Wine: Don't You See" - the representative work of the poet Li Bai.

Not only do they have to recite fluently, but they also have to understand the meaning of the poems, which is a bit difficult for a ten-year-old child from Hong Kong.

Liang Weining couldn't help but ask: "Did the teacher ask you to do that?"

Josie shook her head.

In fact, with a little thought, you can guess what is going on.

Without asking any more questions, Liang Weining reached out to take the collection of poems, read it from beginning to end, and had a general idea of ​​it.

Her mother is a middle school Chinese teacher. Teacher Xie's greatest wish in life is to raise her daughter to be "well-read and elegant".

The results of it.

Liang Weining has gone down the path of "all show and no substance" and will never return.

To use the common saying, it means "the books you read have gone into the dog's stomach."

At this moment, facing the young man's humble and sincere eyes, she couldn't bear to refuse, and there was no way she could refuse.

I am 22 years old and have experienced the devastating college entrance examination. How could I be stumped by a mere poem?

Liang Weining cleared his throat.

Her pronunciation was standard, her words were clear and melodious, and her emotional rhythm was rhythmic. It was the most pleasant reading voice Josie had ever heard.

In the thick night, the rear door of the stretched Pullman car had a gap and was not completely closed, so that the girl's soft and tender voice flowed out, causing the man outside the car to stop quietly and not plan to get in for the time being.

The boss listened attentively and Xu Zhou did not interrupt.

I secretly sighed that I didn't expect that Secretary Liang, who majored in finance, was also so good at academic subjects.

In order to help Josie understand the poetry, Liang Weining became interested and told her the story of the poet Li Bai.

But Li Bai's life was very long and time was limited, so she could only give a brief overview.

Josie's mind was full of questions, and from time to time some strange ideas popped up in his mind, waiting for Liang Weining to answer them for him.

For example, Li Bai was so talented, why didn’t the king value him? Was the king blind?

For example, if the family is in trouble, why should one become a son-in-law? Can being a son-in-law be enough to make a living?

Liang Weining patiently told him about Li Bai's desperate situation and his inability to serve his country, as well as the circumstances behind the choices he made.

The boy listened carefully, nodded as if he understood, and then fell silent.

Liang Weining felt relieved when he saw this.

Before they could relax for a moment, Josie unexpectedly asked one last question, "Secretary Liang, what exactly is a son-in-law?"

"He's a live-in son-in-law who pays for the woman." She explained numbly.

Oh.

Josie muttered quietly, "Daddy, will you be a live-in son-in-law in the future?"

Hearing him say this, Liang Weining spoke faster than his brain and blurted out: "If your father goes bankrupt in the future, it is not impossible."

Outside the car door.

Suddenly there was a short laugh.

The one who was frightened by this sound was Liang Weining.

Half of her breath stopped in her chest and she suddenly became mute.

The car door was slowly opened. Liang Weining tilted her head and her boss's deep and cold face slowly came into her sight.

She just said something.
Their eyes met and the air was silent.

Xu Zhou, who was standing behind Chen Jingyuan, silently gave her a thumbs up, then held back his laughter and turned to the front passenger seat in a very unkind manner.

Liang Weining quickly turned his eyes away and moved inside mechanically, as stiff as a stone sculpture.

The originally spacious back seat became cramped because of the man's arrival, and the oppressive distance seemed to be pressing above their heads.

Chen Jingyuan's gloomy gaze passed across the girl's face for just two seconds, not staying for long, but it was full of weight.

Liang Weining's heart was pounding.

For some reason I felt that I might follow in Li Bai's footsteps tonight.

The car was silent. Josie put down her book, sat down straight, and called out politely, "Daddy."

"Yeah." Chen Jingyuan responded in a low voice as he sat down. He raised his hand to unbutton a button on his collar and looked at his adopted son opposite him. His facial features softened unconsciously. "Did you have fun at the winter camp?"

After not seeing each other for two weeks, Mr. Chen's opening remarks were very "fatherly".

At least at this moment, in the eyes of an outsider like Liang Weining, it feels very warm.

As the head of a listed group, Chen Jingyuan has a busy schedule and rarely has time to sit down and talk to his children face to face about their homework and school life.

There is no child in the world who does not long for fatherly love, even if he is just an adopted child with no blood relationship.

So, Josie smiled her first smile of the night.

From Liang Weining's perspective, under the soft white light, the boy had shallow dimples on his cheeks, which looked so healing.

She suppressed her thoughts and thought that perhaps Josie's biological parents had some difficulties at the time.

Anyway, if it were her, she really couldn't bear to abandon it.

As the car drove along, Liang Weining quietly acted as the air between the father and son, listening to Josie telling about the interesting things she encountered during the winter camp in fluent Cantonese.

Chen Jingyuan was a good listener. He did not show any impatience, nor did he interrupt the call because of a business call.

Josie lowered her voice, trying not to disturb her father's work, and asked Liang Weining quietly, "What are the fun places in the mainland?"

There are a lot more.

Liang Weining gave an example: "Have you been to Chengdu?"

The boy shook his head.

"That's my hometown, with beautiful mountains, rivers, and nice people. You must go and have fun if you have the chance."

Josie asked seriously, "If it's so good, why don't you stay in your hometown and come to the harbor?"

she:
Success was asked.

Liang Weining thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I'm tired of staying at home and want to change the environment."

"What if you get tired of staying in Minato too?"

“Not in the short term.”

"why?"

"high salary."

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Chen Jingyuan hung up the phone and looked across at the two people, one big and one small, who were chatting lively.

Josie usually doesn't talk so much when meeting a stranger for the first time.

Tonight was clearly an exception.

After the call ended, the car fell silent and Liang Weining fell silent in an instant.

Until Chen Jingyuan spoke in a low voice and asked her to contact the auction organizer tomorrow and send the white jade carved inkstone directly to Pok Fu Lam.

When this matter was mentioned, Liang Weining realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Meeting the man's gaze, she said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I made you waste 30 million."

"Tell me what is wasted."

Chen Jingyuan sat with his legs crossed, leaning against the back of the chair with a calm expression, one hand casually placed on his knee, and his voice sounded a little cold in the night.

Liang Weining said softly: "I presumptuously speculated that Mr. Chen was invited to the auction to choose a birthday gift for the chairman, but it went against his wishes and the result was not satisfactory."

"Then what do you think is satisfactory?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

She looked away and remained silent.

Although he said nothing, his thoughts were clearly revealed without any concealment.

In fact, Liang Weining also thought about it. With Chen Jingyuan's rigorous personality, how could he not know in advance that Chen Shaoan was going to the auction with the same plan?

I'm afraid that when she was allowed to make decisions based on her personal preferences in the elevator, this auction tonight had already lost its meaning.

She was not blaming herself just now, but was worried that as a secretary, she often could not figure out the "sacred intention" in time.

Liang Weining didn't understand, was there really only one inkstone missing in the study in Pok Fu Lam?
Forget it.

A man's heart aches.

Don’t think about it, it’s a brain-burning thing.

(End of this chapter)