latelenovela Chapter 160 Zongzheng Qihe and Song Beiyou have a leg
Chapter 160 Zongzheng Qihe and Song Beiyou have a leg
"He's been single for so many years, but it's not like he's ever been devoted to any lady."
Right? "
As Mu Niannian spoke, she kept glancing at Zong Lanfang's expression, "Besides, Song Beiyou is incredibly beautiful; which man wouldn't be attracted to her?"
Even our uncle, a wealthy and abstinent bachelor, couldn't resist the temptation.
Does that make sense, Mom?
Zong Lanfang initially thought it was impossible, but the moment Mu Niannian finished speaking, she felt it seemed to make sense.
"Hiss." She gasped. "But...isn't this age difference too big?"
Mu Niannian raised her hand and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. "Mom, you don't understand. What era are we living in? Why are you still so particular about these things?"
"Look at those celebrities, their wives are all at least a generation younger than them."
After hearing this, Zong Lanfang's face clearly showed her displeasure, and she felt extremely disgusted, but she said, "I don't care."
Your uncle's current status and position are beyond my control; let him be.
"No, Mom," Mu Niannian advised. "Your uncle and I are already estranged. Do you really want him to find a woman you don't like to be your sister-in-law?"
Will the clan and our maternal grandfather drift further and further away from you?
In the end, your clan will have absolutely nothing to do with you anymore.
That's your maternal home!
“I…” Zong Lanfang stammered.
Thinking back to the conflict with Song Beiyou at the Imperial Hospital that day, it was indeed very tense from the very beginning, and it would be impossible for them to get along well in the future.
If this continues for a long time, she will indeed gradually drift away from her maternal family and the entire Zong clan.
Thinking about it, I really feel quite resentful.
But what can be done? Marriage and love are matters of personal freedom. She can't just stand up and say she disagrees, can she?
"I really don't like that Song Beiyou; he's too flamboyant in appearance," Zong Lanfang said, revealing her true feelings.
Another important point is that Song Beiyou and her daughter Mu Niannian had a past conflict, and she knew that Mu Niannian didn't like Song Beiyou either.
He said helplessly, "But what can I do? Your uncle is Zongzheng Qi. Do you think I can make him listen to me?"
In the end, I can't help but smile.
I thought I should just give up.
Unexpectedly, Mu Niannian wanted to remind the person in the dream, "Mom, Uncle doesn't need to listen to us, and we can't interfere to avoid getting ourselves involved."
But we can get help from others.
"Who?" Zong Lanfang's pupils dilated.
Mu Niannian smiled mischievously, "Didn't you say before that there was a lady who was very close to you and is still single because she's waiting for your uncle?"
......
Outside the restaurant, a white Aston Martin slowly pulled up.
The waiters at this upscale French restaurant are all highly trained and have excellent judgment.
They can clearly remember most of the luxury cars owned by the elite families in Beijing, and can tell which important person owns the car just by looking at the license plate.
This Aston Martin in front of me is completely unfamiliar.
So much so that at this moment, no waiter or front desk manager came to greet us warmly.
Some even gave the car a disdainful look.
Once the car had come to a complete stop in the parking space, Duan Yao got out of the passenger seat and walked to the driver's seat to help Song Beiyou drive!
All the waiters, front desk managers, and lobby managers waiting at the restaurant entrance, one by one, thought they were seeing things before nervously and tremblingly approaching.
"Oh dear, oh dear!" The lobby manager almost ran away, "Third Master Duan, what brings you here?"
Duan Yao didn't even glance at him, leaving the driver's side door open and patiently waiting for Song Beiyou to get out of the car.
Snowflakes are falling, it's very cold.
The lobby manager and the front desk manager were both covered in sweat.
This restaurant belongs to this gentleman.
What to do about those condescending looks they gave me? How could I not be drenched in sweat?
The next second, they watched in disbelief as Duan Yao patiently led a stunningly beautiful woman out of the driver's seat.
Immediately afterwards, the car door closed, and they walked into the restaurant intimately in front of the group of people.
Dead! Even worse!
Not only did he offend Master Duan, but he also offended the beautiful woman he brought with him.
Judging from the looks of it, this beautiful woman is probably Master Duan's sweetheart.
The person who offended him will probably suffer an even more severe fate.
To make up for it, he hurriedly and attentively followed.
He led the people towards Duan Yao's private room.
With an hour and a half to go before the movie started, Duan Yao suggested that they have a meal to fill their stomachs first.
Fortunately, this French restaurant is right downstairs from the movie theater, so we can just go down there after we finish eating.
Song Beiyou wasn't very familiar with the capital, so she followed Duan Yao wherever he took her.
The restaurant is beautifully decorated, with exquisite booths and sparkling crystal chandeliers, exuding a luxurious yet elegant atmosphere.
There was also a row of neat private rooms on the side, with uniformly dressed waiters who spoke fluent French coming and going.
The service was excellent, and you could tell the dishes weren't cheap.
As soon as Duan Yao and Song Beiyou entered the restaurant, they attracted the attention of many waiters and diners nearby.
Song Beiyou wanted to shake off his hand, after all, he was too eye-catching.
But it felt like my hands were stuck with superglue, and I couldn't shake them off at all.
Never mind, as long as he's okay, she doesn't care.
She moved closer to him. "Mr. Duan, is this your restaurant?"
Duan Yao turned his head and looked at her face with tender affection. "Mmm."
Song Beiyou rarely cast an admiring glance at someone, saying, "That's great."
Duan Yao, “…”
For some reason, his Adam's apple bobbed.
He whispered in Song Beiyou's ear, "Do you often say these three words?"
"No," Song Beiyou said honestly, "I'm only telling you."
"Hmm." Duan Yao seemed relieved. "That's good."
When it was Song Beiyou's turn, "..."
What?
She looked up at him.
I happened to be passing by the restroom. I drank too much water before coming here, so I need to go in now.
"I'm going to the restroom, I need to pee."
Duan Yao could no longer hold her hand, so he let go and watched her go inside.
I just stood there and waited.
The lobby manager and front desk manager followed behind, all with smiles on their faces.
Not long after Song Beiyou went in, a figure wearing a strong perfume came out of the same women's restroom.
It is Mu Niannian.
She and Zong Lanfang finished eating, washed their hands, went to the restroom, and were about to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out of the restroom, she encountered a man who was visually striking.
Mu Niannian's heart trembled as if struck by something.
She's seen all kinds of men, but this is probably the only one who could make her fall in love at first sight.
It looks strangely familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.
Without a second thought, I stepped forward to strike up a conversation.
The front desk manager and lobby manager had already "died" once, and they didn't want to die again this time. They stepped forward, keeping a close watch, and said, "Miss, stop!"