Who’s The Boss? - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Mrs. Gu Wishes to See You

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Only Lu Xishan and Song Qingcheng were left in the room.

Lu Xishan did not go after Ge Wenjuan. He obviously had something to say, but he did not know where to start. After organizing his words for a long time, he sat on a stool by the dressing table and lit a cigarette. Halfway through, he said in a hoarse voice, “Qingcheng, do you really not like CEO Liu?”

Song Qingcheng smiled faintly. “I thought that South City does not lack bosses who are richer than CEO Liu.”

Lu Xishan could not refute this statement. CEO Liu was indeed nothing in the business world of South City, but CEO Liu was the only rich and willing investor that the Lu family had caught at the moment. After some thought, he opened his mouth to speak when he saw the black male suit jacket on the bed from the corner of his eye.

The quality of the fabric of the suit was very good. It could not be bought with one or two thousand yuan. The size of the suit was more like a custom-made suit, and the style was not worn by those in their early twenties.

“This suit…” Lu Xishan started.

Song Qingcheng did not answer and only said faintly, “Uncle, every girl yearns for marriage. I’m no exception.”

Lu Xishan could guess what she was about to say. He did not beat around the bush and asked directly, “You don’t want to marry CEO Liu because of the owner of this suit?”

Song Qingcheng remained silent.

However, at this moment, silence was equivalent to admitting it.

The creases between Lu Xishan’s brows disappeared, and he explained patiently, “If you have a suitable partner, you should bring him home so that we can meet him.”

Song Qingcheng said, “Haven’t you already met him tonight?”

“…” Lu Xishan was stunned.

Tonight…

He recalled details of the Gu family’s birthday banquet, but this suit definitely did not belong to CEO Zhou. As for the other prominent figures, almost all the men present wore suits, and even more than half wore black suits. At that time, he did not expect this to happen. Besides, who would attend a banquet to stare at the guests’ clothes?

Before Lu Xishan could figure it out, Song Qingcheng broke the silence. “Uncle, I have to go back to school tomorrow morning. I’d like to rest now.”

“Okay, okay.” Lu Xishan quickly got up. “Then, I won’t disturb you anymore.”

However, when he reached the door, he turned around again and told the girl, “Your aunt said those words in a fit of anger. You don’t have to take it seriously. As for your marriage, if there’s something you find hard to decide, you can tell Uncle. Uncle is someone who’s experienced, right?”

Song Qingcheng smiled. “Don’t worry, Uncle. When the time comes, I’ll definitely tell you and Aunt.”

Lu Xishan nodded in satisfaction.

The door closed, and Song Qingcheng’s smile faded.

The girl did not close her eyes for the entire night. She only slept a little when the sky turned bright.

When she was done washing up, it was almost seven o’clock.

When the nanny saw Song Qingcheng, she did not choose to ignore the niece like she usually did. She took the initiative to smile and said, “Miss, you woke up at the right time. I’m just making steamed buns. Have some breakfast before going to school.”

Song Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled as well. “If I were to eat, then someone else would have nothing to eat.”

“Of course not,” the nanny immediately said, “There’s definitely enough food for everyone.”

This was the first time in years…

There was no such thing as free lunch in this world. Wouldn’t that apply to breakfast, too?

The smile on Song Qingcheng’s lips deepened, but it slowly faded. “What a pity. I don’t like eating steamed buns.”

With that, she picked up the paper bag containing the suit jacket and walked towards the door.

…

Right after arriving at school, Song Qingcheng went to the dormitory.

At this time, the students were all reviewing on their own in the classroom. The entire dormitory building was so quiet that she could hear the echo of her own footsteps.

She hung the suit jacket on a hanger and placed it in the wardrobe. Just as she was about to retract her hand, her fingers inadvertently slid across the buttons on the sleeves of the suit. Song Qingcheng’s movements slowed down. She could not help but recall Yu Tingchuan’s tall figure as he turned around and walked away last night.

At twenty-two, she felt as if her life had been pushed to the edge of a cliff. Her struggles were futile, and a moment of carelessness would lead to a bottomless abyss.

So what if she repaid the two million yuan from the Lu family?

Grandma’s health was not good, and she would definitely have to continue spending money in the future.

Song Qingcheng took a deep breath and pushed aside her melancholic thoughts. Then, she shut the closet door.

…

Two days later…

After the fourth period of class in the morning, it was just past noon.

Song Qingcheng and An Ran had just left the classroom when they were stopped by a young man. The young man said without beating around the bush, “Miss Song, Madam wants to see you.”

An Ran turned to look at Song Qingcheng inquiringly.

Song Qingcheng recognized the young man. She had met him once, about a year and a half ago. She said to the girl next to her, “An Ran, why don’t you go to the canteen first?”

“Alright,” An Ran replied and then walked away, looking back just once as she did so.

After An Ran left, the young man gestured an invitation for Song Qingcheng to walk with him. “The car is parked downstairs.”

Song Qingcheng followed him obediently.

She could choose not to go, but that would mean bringing Madam Gu herself to school personally.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of Yuanquan Villa.

Song Qingcheng followed behind the young man and entered the gate. After walking along a cobblestone pavement, she was greeted by a field of durian flowers that were like tongues of flame. Yuanquan Villa was famous in South City. Not far from it was a water reservoir in Shunjiang. Although Yuanquan Villa was situated amidst the water and the mountains, the buildings in the villa were in the Ming and Qing styles. There were carved windows and blue and white porcelain. It exuded the aura of the capital.

“Madam is already waiting for you inside.” The young man pressed one hand against his suit jacket while pushing open the door with the other.