Chapter 3: Heredity (2)
Translator: NullTranslationGroup
But not being able to find anything doesn't mean there's really nothing. For wealthy families like theirs, money can solve everything.
She wasn't insisting on his child support. If he was seeing someone or already married, she definitely wouldn't disturb him. She was fully capable of providing Little Chu with a rich and worry-free environment.
But if he was really single, how should she approach him for negotiations? He wasn't easy to get along with. Could she outsmart such a cunning business tycoon? What if he wanted to fight her for custody of Little Chu? Would the law be on her side?
The more Song Tan thought about it, the more annoyed she became, so she decided to stop thinking about it.
Just then, her well-behaved little one, freshly bathed, came out wearing her cute panda pajamas. The woman softened her voice, "Baby~"
Song Chuqing tilted her head, her voice soft, "Huh?"
"Come here and give mommy a hug."
The nearly four-year-old child refused outright, "No."
Memories resurfaced, the most vivid being the man's broad shoulders as he headed to the bathroom afterwards, and the continuous, ambiguous sound of water, which lasted for nearly half an hour.
She realized belatedly, could Song Chuqing's cleanliness obsession be inherited from him?
At 7 PM, a flight from Los Angeles, USA, landed.
Coming out through the special passage, the waiting assistant Zhuang Cheng opened the rear door respectfully, "Mr. Ji."
Capital City had entered autumn, with low temperatures in the morning and evening. The tall man in a thin suit, looking serious, nodded slightly before taking his seat.
Zhuang Cheng carefully closed the car door and then hurried to the passenger seat.
The globally limited, custom-made Rolls-Royce Phantom was spotless inside, with noise reduced to a minimum, creating a completely different world inside and out.
Zhuang Cheng breathed lightly, glancing back through the rearview mirror.
The man took a constant-temperature hot towel from the central armrest to clean his hands, wiping them back and forth, then folded it neatly and put it away, his movements natural and composed.
After doing all this, he leaned back, relaxed, and closed his eyes for a short rest.
Zhuang Cheng hesitated whether to discuss tomorrow's work, but Ji Fuxi, who had noticed at some point, spoke first, "We'll talk about any matters tomorrow."
According to the accompanying manager, the project discussed abroad this time didn't go smoothly. The local government suddenly intervened in what was supposed to be a sure deal, forcing the project to be temporarily put on hold.
Yuanhe Group had intricate relations with the authorities and had no choice but to wait for instructions.
Zhuang Cheng calculated in his heart and immediately fell silent, knowing it was not the time to speak much.
"Mr. Ji, where are you heading?"
"The old residence," the man's voice was lazy, filled with exhaustion.
The West Suburbs villa was the Ji family's old residence, occupying a small hill in the West Suburbs, with the Ji family being the only one within several miles, featuring a lake in front and a mountain behind, specifically for the old man to enjoy his retirement.
In the living room on the first floor, two adults were chatting, with a four or five-year-old child playing with toys nearby.
A woman in her twenties complained: "Nowadays, kindergartens are really mixed. This semester, we switched Pei Qiu to a bilingual kindergarten, which costs hundreds of thousands a year. I heard the principal is some kind of international child expert, but I think the level is just so-so. Pei Qiu still can't speak a decent sentence in English."
Aunt Chen Mei: "Which kindergarten?"
"Little Sun. I sent him there because everyone said it was good."
"Nowadays, kindergartens are just places to play. It's better to hire a tutor for Pei Qiu."
"We've already paid the tuition, let's try it out first."
Sounds came from the entrance, Ji Jiangdie turned her head, looking pleasantly surprised, "Brother?" Then she beckoned to the child, "Pei Qiu, come here, uncle is back."
The little boy looked somewhat scared, his toy car out of control, driving to the man's feet.
Ji Fuxi looked down, stepping back.
Ji Jiangdie went to pull her son, smiling gently, but her tone contained a hint of command, "Why are you shy with uncle?"
The child then obediently greeted, "Hello, uncle."
The child was well-raised, clean and handsome, a proper little young master, but the two had never been close. Ji Fuxi nodded faintly, his eyes showing no emotional fluctuation.
The living room was messy, with children's toys and snacks mixed together. The man frowned slightly, not putting down the suit he had taken off.
He walked towards the kitchen nearby, softening his voice, "Aunt Jiang, could you prepare some food for me?"
The old man lived on the first floor and came out upon hearing the noise.
Ji Fuxi didn't often return to the old residence. Ji Gao Zheng sat down opposite the man, tapping his cane, "Accompany me to the Mu family tomorrow."
The straightforward and unhesitating rejection made Ji Gao Zheng feel a pang in his heart, "You're thirty-two this year and still a loner, aren't you ashamed that Pei Qiu is already four?"
Ji Fuxi laughed softly, raising an eyebrow, "Why should I be ashamed?"
"I don't care, you go see Miss Mu tomorrow, hurry up and settle your marriage. Next year is the Year of the Pig, a good zodiac sign, perfect for having a child. Miss Mu just returned from abroad last month, I heard she's beautiful and has great temperament. It's your great fortune to marry her."
Ji Jiangdie walked over, also advising: "Yes, brother, I've met Miss Mu, she has a gentle temperament, and her beauty is no less than that of a female star."
"With your parents gone, no one cares about you, and you don't take it seriously. I, an old man, have to play matchmaker for you." Ji Gao Zheng's tone was serious: "The eldest son of the Mu family is now in the central government, you should know what's good for you."
Ji's mother passed away early, and Ji's father died of illness a few years ago, leaving only the old man in the family. Therefore, Ji Jiangdie often brought her child back to live, and he would also come back to stay for a night or two when he had free time.
In recent years, Ji Gao Zheng has been mentioning marriage more frequently, nagging about it every time he came back.
He could understand that the old man meant well, but hearing it too often became annoying, making the food tasteless. Ji Fuxi put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I have a 300 million contract to sign tomorrow. Give me 300 million, and I'll accompany you."
"Ji Fuxi!" Ji Gao Zheng stomped his cane, extremely angry, "Do you want our Ji family to end with you!"
The man had already stepped upstairs, his back broad and straight.
The next morning, the door of the Ji family's old residence was knocked.
Aunt Jiang opened the door to see a delicate gift box with a little piglet sleeping peacefully inside, thoughtfully tied with a bow.
Zhuang Cheng stood straight: "Aunt Jiang, a gift from Mr. Ji to the old man."
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