Chapter 90 Go Downstairs Obediently
At 2pm that day, Taiping Mountain.

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle. Under the century-old banyan tree in the back garden of the main house, tea mist lingers around the chessboard.

This was the last game between father and son before going to Beijing.

It was still the unfinished game of chess that we had played in the study last time.

Chen Jingyuan sat quietly on a yellow pear wood chair, his business attire exquisitely ironed, his shirt buttons buttoned to the top, his dark-patterned tie fitting tightly around his throat. His aura was calm, and as he made his move, the mechanical watch dial on his wrist emitted a cool luster, gradually covered with a layer of mist in the curling tea aroma.

Black and white are confused and disorderly, but in fact every step is carefully planned.

The eldest son went to Beijing, and Chen Song's chess style today was as grand and unhurried as ever.

However, the game ended in a dead end.

Chen Jingyuan picked up the teacup and sipped it calmly, listening to the person opposite him slowly speaking: "The list of the Beijing branch you handed over to me has more than 20 people. What do you want to do?"

After drinking, place the bottom of the cup on the table.

Chen Jingyuan uttered four words through his thin lips: "Follow the rules."

"What rules?"

"mine."

The air is stagnant.

After three sentences, there will inevitably be an undercurrent and reef.

Either retreat or collapse.

With invisible pressure coming from the opposite side, Chen Jingyuan slowly raised his eyes and looked at his father.

chuckle.

This time he was patient and asked slowly, "So, what do you want?"

Across the chessboard, the father and son looked at each other.

Chen Song knew his eldest son's temper very well. Once he made up his mind, there would be no room for maneuver even if he let his eldest son use all his power.

What's more, as I said in the study last time, as long as the ecological chain is firmly established in this port, he will be in charge of all relevant arrangements in Beijing this time when he goes north, and he will not interfere.

However, he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, while he was still in the port area, the branch replacement list was already placed in front of him.

What to do? Naturally, he, the chairman, should sign.

There are more than 20 people on the list, all of whom hold important positions. With this replacement, China and Hong Kong are likely to undergo a complete change, and everyone will be named "Chen Jingyuan" from now on.

China-Hong Kong Executive Director Lei Ting's wrist, what is the difference between signing and not signing.

Even if he tries to stop me, we'll see that within half a year, I'll use all means to get rid of him.

How could Chen Song give birth to such a bastard?

Disobedient and unfilial, and disrespectful to elders.

After a stalemate, the servants brought fresh tea and fruits.

Sensing that the atmosphere was unusual, he didn't dare to stay for long and quickly retreated.

It was getting late, so Chen Song calmed down.

He raised his hand to call the butler, and told him to put the chessboard back to the study as it was, and asked his eldest son in a cold voice: "What time is the flight?"

Chen Jingyuan: “Four o’clock.”

The housekeeper heard, "Four o'clock?"

It takes half an hour to drive from Taiping Mountain to the airport.

The young master was calm and composed, and was not in a hurry at all.

Of course, the one who is anxious and angry today is the chairman.

There were more than 20 people on the list, and Chen Song crossed out 10 of them. This was his final line. After crossing them out, he put down his pen, did not sign his name, and stood up and left with a fierce aura.

On the table, a brown paper bag holding half of the list was rustling in the wind in the backyard.

Chen Jingyuan lowered his eyes quietly, sitting firmly on the yellow pear wood chair, glancing down at the names above, with a slight curve on his lips that contained a hint of coldness.

Ten minutes later, the business car meandered down the winding mountain road from Taiping Mountain.

The driving direction is exactly the airport.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when the business jet landed in Beijing.

It is March now and the capital city is still chilly.

It was getting dark outside the window. Driving from the airport all the way to the East Third Ring Road, when passing by the Manyu Apartment, Chen Jingyuan told the driver to drive in.

In the front row, Xu Zhou's eyes fell on the central rearview mirror, observing the boss's expression subtly.

How did you know that Secretary Liang was not in Xiangyue Mansion without making a single phone call during the entire process?

What girl would like to live in a small apartment instead of living in a mansion?

Xu Zhou forgot that his nest would be there for the next one to two years.

The car drove in and the apartment gate slowly closed.

The driver looked for a suitable spot to park, tilting his head slightly, waiting for the next instruction from the gentleman. In the back seat, Chen Jingyuan calmly picked up his phone and dialed.

After a few rings, the girl answered.

He opened his thin lips and said, "Go downstairs."

? ?
Two words, difficult to distinguish emotions.

Liang Weining had just washed her hair and hadn't had time to blow dry it. When she received the call, she was still a little dazed when she heard the man's deep voice.

arrive?

Wasn’t the original plan at 9:30 pm?

A quick look at my phone revealed that it was two hours earlier.

Calming down, she called out "Mr. Chen" softly, and then said, "Wait for me for a moment, it will be ready soon."

The girl's soft voice came into his ears from the receiver, and Chen Jingyuan's stern brows softened a little.

The car window was lowered, and he slowly lit a cigarette, his voice gentle: "No hurry."

Xu Zhou in the front row raised his eyebrows.

Not urgent?
A few minutes ago, when my husband dialed the phone, he was clearly depressed.

Could it be that he saw it wrong?

While he was deep in thought, a man's cold voice came from the back seat, telling him not to wait and to go back and rest early.

"Okay, Mr. Chen," Xu Zhou nodded towards the back seat, "I'll go up first then."

The passenger door closed.

The car fell into silence. Chen Jingyuan leaned against the seat with a calm breath, smoking slowly, waiting for time to pass.

Apartment 1208, the hair dryer whirred.

The hair was difficult to dry, so Liang Weining simply did a few strokes and then turned off the power.

I checked once before going out to make sure nothing was left out before pushing my suitcase downstairs.

Compared to Hong Kong, Beijing is really cold.

The temperature at night was close to zero degrees, so Liang Weining had to put on a long down jacket on the outside.

The driver waited outside the car diligently, took the luggage from her hand and put it in the trunk.

After getting on the bus, I was surrounded by warmth.

The girl slid down her zipper to greet him. Chen Jingyuan stretched out his arms, pulled her to his side, and helped her take off her coat.

The cold little hand fell into his palm, and he frowned slightly, "The apartment has no heating?"

"some."

Liang Weining tilted her head to look at him, "Have you had dinner?"

"I used it on the plane." Chen Jingyuan stroked her slightly moist hair, "Why didn't you blow dry it?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait too long."

Reply seriously.

The man chuckled, "So the reason I was willing to go downstairs just now was because I was afraid."

This time, Liang Weining remained silent.

Should I tell the truth? After seeing the room he prepared for me, I was a little touched and couldn't say no?
Living together is something you can try.

If she becomes uncomfortable living here one day, she will move back to the apartment.

what is the relationship.

After a long silence, Chen Jingyuan stared at the girl's thoughtful eyes, with a gentle look in his eyes.

I can't get the answer, but I already know the answer.

It was worth it that he moved the flight forward by two hours.

As the night deepened, a business car drove steadily along the East Third Ring Road towards Xiangyue Mansion.

Looking at the unfamiliar street scenes along the way, Liang Weining felt inexplicably at ease.

It’s like a circle, four years ago and four years later, back to the starting point.

Mr. Chen seemed to be her origin.

As for where the end point is, we can only wait and see.

At the basement parking lot of Xiangyue Mansion, Liang Weining thought of Josie who was far away in Pokfulam when he got out of the car, so he asked Mr. Chen, "I won't be able to teach in the future. Has Uncle Ming found a tutor yet?"

After the driver took out the suitcase, he was about to help carry it upstairs when Chen Jingyuan took it and told him, "Go back."

Pause for two seconds.

The driver glanced at the gentleman's hand holding the handle and nodded blankly.

　This is not living together, haha~
　　(End of this chapter)