MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 6

two hours ago.

As dusk approached, there was still a stagnant atmosphere in the meeting room, and the discussion was deadlocked. The employees who spoke were sweating from their foreheads, and from time to time looked at the gentle and handsome man in the chief seat from the corner of their eyes.

When there was a second obvious long pause in the speech, the man interrupted: "That's all?"

His expression is still kind, but his eyes are stern, and the invisible coercion faintly makes people breathless.

The employee immediately bowed his head nervously and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, it's my problem..."

In the anxious ending, the screen of He Xiao's mobile phone next to his notebook lit up.

He caught a glimpse of the caller's name and quickly picked it up.

A familiar voice came from the receiver.

"Brother, are you busy today? Do you want to work overtime? You must go home for dinner tonight. I have something very important to say—"

He Xiao listened to his younger brother's nagging, his eyes softened, and he responded, "Okay."

After he finished the call, he looked around at the cautious subordinates in the meeting room, and then said lightly, "The meeting is over."

The secretary at the side immediately picked up his notebook, and He Xiao, who was in a suit and leather shoes, got up and left, leaving only a flat tone: "Call me next time when you are ready."

Watching the boss walk out of the meeting room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the employee who spoke just now wiped off his sweat and collapsed on the back of the chair.

Fortunately, Boss He's younger brother's call came in time.

Almost everyone thinks so.

Although they couldn't hear Mr. He's phone call, from his behavior of answering the phone in the middle of the meeting, as well as the subtle changes in his expression, these outsiders could accurately guess who was calling.

He Xiao, who is vigorous and resolute on weekdays and has created a career at a young age, has a very good relationship with his only younger brother, He Qiao.

In a wealthy family that is usually full of conflicts of interests and calculations, the rather harmonious atmosphere of the He family is rare.

Maybe it’s because the family structure is so simple—his father, He Huaili, started from scratch when he was young, and his childhood sweetheart, his wife who died young, started from a small food shop on the side of the road, and later worked hard alone. After a total of nearly forty years of ups and downs, he finally achieved success. The huge catering giant known to everyone today, Wanjia Group.

There is no intricate family relationship within the Wanjia Group, only the long-awaited He Huaili himself, and later his eldest son He Xiao who is quite business-minded.

He Huaili's other son has never been in the public eye. It is said that he is not interested in doing business, but in any case, such a huge family property, no matter how the two brothers divide it, is enough to spend several lifetimes.

All in all, the Wanjia Group has a huge business landscape, and He Huaili is busy all day long, leaving little time for his family. The current wife, Sheng Xiaoyue, is kind and straightforward, and takes good care of the brothers.

Perhaps because the elder brother is like a father, He Xiao and He Qiao, who are ten years apart, have a very close relationship.

This is a story that everyone knows.

A sensible, unmistakable story.

Half an hour later, He Xiao walked into the house in the twilight and loosened his tie.

Today's sunset is pink.

A bouquet of fresh pink roses covered with dew was placed on the dining table, making Sheng Xiaoyue's face bright and beautiful as she was handling it with scissors.

Seeing that He Xiao came back so early, Sheng Xiaoyue took the initiative to say: "He Qiao also called you?"

He Xiao nodded, and she became even more puzzled, pointing to the bouquet at hand: "It is said that I bought it at the flower shop on the way home, why do you say he is free to go to the flower shop?"

"I don't know." He Xiao asked, "Where is he?"

Sheng Xiaoyue put the pruned pink roses into the vase, and said in a blank tone, "I'm looking through your dad's wine cabinet, and it's going to be very hot when I come back."

He Xiao comforted in a gentle voice: "I'll go and have a look."

When he walked into the wine cellar, he saw He Qiao holding his mobile phone, looking at the screen for a while, and looking at the labels on the wine cabinet, as if he was looking for which bottle of wine was more expensive.

Hearing the movement from the stairs, He Qiao turned his head and said immediately, "Brother, you're back."

"Yeah." He Xiao stood in the middle of the stairs, looking down at him from the steps, "The wine on the top of the first row of cabinets is the best."

He Qiao followed the prestige, and took it off carefully: "Can I give it away? Uncles should like bars?"

"That depends on who you want to send." He Xiao smiled, "What's important today?"

Hearing this question, He Qiao put down the bottle, cleared his throat, and after deliberating for a while, he solemnly took out something from his shirt pocket.

"I am married."

The dim light in the wine cellar lightly blurred the golden text on the red cover.

There was a fleeting surprise on He Xiao's face.

After a brief silence, he looked at He Qiao's expectant gaze and asked aloud, "Are you with Xiaochi?"

"Yes." He Qiao's excitement was beyond words, "Brother, you are right, he is a very special person."

He Xiao's men subconsciously pressed down on the railing of the stairs, and his tone was gentle: "But you only met yesterday, why did you decide to get married today?"

He Qiao's move exceeded his expectations.

"I like him." He Qiao replied simply and simply, "So does he."

It shouldn't be the answer.

He Xiao's attitude became more and more patient: "I don't object to the two of you getting along, but isn't it too fast?"

He thought of something, and said in a deep voice, "Are you two messing around again? It's like losing a bet and going to the hospital to draw blood?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across He Qiao's expression, and he flatly denied it: "Of course not! How could I make fun of such a thing?"

He Xiao looked at him, gradually relaxed his fingers on the railing, and reminded him in a brotherly manner: "Marriage is not a child's play."

It looks like he found the fragment of the correct answer.

"I know, I didn't take it as a joke." He Qiao lowered his head, "I really like him."

"What about him?"

"He is too." The eyes of the always obedient younger brother in front of him shone, "It was he who proposed the marriage on his own initiative."

He Xiao recalled the red-haired youth he had seen in the morning.

In all fairness, apart from the influence of his background, his younger brother was obviously bleak in front of Chi Xueyan.

Just like He Qiao's worry after the blind date: maybe he is too boring.

But Chi Xueyan took the initiative to become interested in such a He Qiao, and even hastily decided to get married.

Dominant partners, unequal feelings, hasty decisions, elusive motives...

Everything that leads to unhappiness.

He Xiao seemed to have glimpsed the jigsaw puzzle that would slowly fill up with time in the future.

So his fingers left the railing, and his voice slowed down: "This is your marriage, it's up to you to decide, if you think it's right, just do it."

The good-tempered brother pampered him habitually.

"Thank you brother!"

When He Qiao was excited, he looked up at He Xiao who was standing on the steps, and pleaded: "Will you help me convince Dad?"

He Xiao smiled, and did not answer directly, but looked at the bottle of wine that was put aside: "Uncle Chi loves to drink, you are right to give wine."

"Auntie Han is a bit superstitious. She told Xiaochi's fortune, that's why she let him go on a blind date."

"Dad is coming back soon, don't stay down for too long."

He Xiao turned and left the wine cellar, the warm ending sound dissipated on the cold steps.

After a long time, He Qiao, who had stopped at the spot, picked up the bottle of wine expressionlessly.

People with ego tend to only believe in the answer they want in their hearts, and they are always sure that things will not get out of control.

It is not too difficult to follow this principle and deal with the deep-minded He Xiao.

He Qiao walked up the stairs in silence, his clear footsteps echoed in the quiet space.

In the story he hasn't told Chi Xueyan in detail, the villainous villain Chi Xueyan is not the only one who didn't die well.

In the story, He Qiao spent more than 20 years of innocent and stupid life, always indulging in the illusion of happiness deliberately woven by He Xiao, wrongly seeking the approval and approval of his elder brother, until everything he had in his life collapsed, and he could not turn back fell into the abyss.

This was one of the things he regretted the most before he died.

He Qiao will not let this regret repeat itself.

Like Chi Xueyan today, he also has to try his best to change the fate that is doomed to destruction.

The night outside the window was dark.

Under the reflection of pale pink roses, a dinner full of surprises was spread on the dining table.

Sheng Xiaoyue is very coaxing, she saw the new car that He Qiao just bought with a completely different aesthetic from the past, remembered the appearance of her son rushing out last night, and the roses brought back by a sudden whim tonight, she believed it almost instantly. This flood of love.

She has no objection to this sudden marriage, and even supports her son who is falling in love at the moment - as long as He Qiao feels happy.

The only thing Sheng Xiaoyue complained about was why He Qiao secretly took away the household registration book without saying a word, which made her miss the important moment when her son got the certificate, and that she should have brought Chi Xueyan back today.

He Huaili, who seldom went home early for dinner, was different.

He has reached the age of knowing his destiny, with a little silver in his short thick black hair. He has just returned from inspecting a factory, with an unconcealable exhaustion in his expression, but he is still listening carefully to his youngest son talking about the ups and downs of the day. , especially sitting side by side with your partner, watching the photographer overflowing with joy when he presses the shutter.

After hearing this, He Huaili didn't say a word, and under He Qiao's increasingly tense eyes, he nodded slightly, signaling the family to eat first, with a gentle yet stern demeanor very much like He Xiao.

To be exact, He Xiao is like him.

After He Qiao ate two mouthfuls, he couldn't help but said, "Dad, you won't object to us being together, right?"

He asked eagerly, so He Huaili had no choice but to put down his chopsticks, and answered his younger son with a measured tone: "I have no objection."

Before He Qiao was happy, he heard his father continue: "But I don't support it either."

"I think you guys don't know each other well, so you should get along for a while longer." He Huaili's voice was calm, "I've already got my certificate, so I can only do this first. As for the wedding, we'll think about it later."

He Qiao wanted to say something else, but He Xiao, who had been listening in, spoke up.

"Let's eat first, the food is going to be cold." He Xiao took food for his younger brother, "We'll talk about this later."

Immediately, he turned his head to look at his father, and said with a smile, "Dad, I have met Xiaochi, he is a nice young man."

He Huaili was noncommittal, listening to the well-measured elder son turn to talk about trivial matters in life, occasionally answering a few words.

He Qiao finished his dinner in a hurry, took the jade he asked his mother for, and the wine he had chosen before the meal, and was in a hurry to go out.

Sheng Xiaoyue was making a list of books to buy for the housekeeper, half of which was about how to manage marriage, and the other half was about how parents get along with their married children. Seeing this, she called him: "Why are you going?"

He Qiao glanced at his father who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and coughed softly: "I ordered flowers and a ring, and I'm going to get them now."

Sheng Xiaoyue finally came to her senses, smiled and put on a complaining tone: "It turns out that the flowers were sent to me by the way."

"I made a mistake, Mom." He Qiao walked out, coaxing her, "I will buy it for you tomorrow."

"Just kidding, come back early tonight." Sheng Xiaoyue looked at his back, thought for a while and then quickly added, "It's okay if you don't come back, remember to tell the family!"

"I'll be back." He Qiao's last voice floated, "Dad, anyway, you don't want to drink, I just took a bottle—"

He Huaili shook his head helplessly, and turned to the next page of the newspaper in silence.

The newly married young people can't wait to leave the house, and their steps are full of light joy.

His figure was elongated by the street lamps in the garden, and in the dark night, he was almost rendered into a completely unfamiliar shape.

He Xiao stood in front of the window, staring at his younger brother's back thoughtfully.

Before he walked into the garage, he looked back in the direction of home, and then, as usual, he raised his hand to his respected brother.

He Xiao smiled and nodded in response.

Still the naive and simple brother.

The flaming red sports car sped away.

He Qiao took flowers, took rings, wrapped gifts, and visited the elders whom he met for the first time.

Chi Xueyan made a good start, so he decided to continue the drama of pretending to be in love.

In the unfamiliar Chi's restaurant, the chilled mung bean soup was filled with dense and cool sweetness.

After chatting briefly with He Qiao for a while, Auntie Han dragged away Uncle Chi who looked amazing, Auntie Ling finished work and rested, and the elders tacitly left space for him and Chi Xueyan.

Chi Xueyan, who had just had dinner, thought for a few seconds and invited him, "Would you like to go for a walk?"

He Qiao heard his gentle voice: "Okay."

The evening wind outside was blowing, and there was oppressive humidity in the dry heat, like a silent storm.

After a long day, in the night with the sound of cicadas singing, He Qiao finally felt tired.

When facing his family, he pretends to be a completely different person.

When facing Chi Xueyan, one must carefully consider how to deal with the relationship with the dangerous villain.

Walking in a strange and complicated story is not an easy task.

He wants to get the support of the head of the family, He Huaili, as soon as possible, hold the wedding, and then move out of the house as a matter of course, and start a new life of relative freedom.

The "lover" beside him knew nothing about his thoughts, but just looked up at the bright and bright moon in the night sky.

The watery moonlight fell on his fiery hair.

"Fixed them?" Chi Xueyan asked.

He Qiao knew what he was asking, and replied, "My dad still needs time to accept it."

"So your brother passed the test." Chi Xueyan also understood his implication, and praised, "Amazing."

He Qiao didn't speak any more, and stood quietly in the peaceful night full of moonlight.

After a while, Chi Xueyan suddenly laughed softly, and looked at him sideways: "Are we accomplices?"

Only accomplices who know each other's secrets and conspire to deceive their closest relatives.

He Qiao thought, this seems to be a more appropriate adjective than partner.

Before he could respond, Chi Xueyan asked again: "I remember you said that you don't like men?"

He Qiao nodded slightly.

"Then you will work a little harder than me." Chi Xueyan seemed to be thinking seriously about him, "They are all married, so physical contact in front of outsiders is always inevitable."

He Qiao said, "I will cooperate."

"Really?" Chi Xueyan looked at him with great interest, and pointed out, "My parents must be watching us secretly from behind the window."

He Qiao understood: "Do you want to hold hands?"

Chi Xueyan looked at his proactively extended hand, couldn't help laughing, and teased, "This is a handshake."

He touched He Qiao's arm, signaled to put it down, and then walked forward: "Let's go for a walk."

He Qiao walked across the grass beside him.

The grass under his feet was soft and stretched, and at an ordinary moment, a burst of warmth surged from the palm hanging by his side.

Chi Xueyan bent his eyes and looked at him, as if he had found something amusing: "Be patient, treat it as friendship between friends."

He Qiao's footsteps paused slightly, and soon returned to normal.

He touched a temperature that seemed to give people a moment of respite.

So he quietly relieved the tension in his palms, and actively searched for the scattered gaps between his fingers until he interlocked with the fingers of the people around him.

Looking from behind, this is obviously a pair of intimate lovers, the slanted long dark reflections cuddling and intertwining on the road.

Chi Xueyan raised her eyebrows: "You're a pretty quick learner."

"How should I call you?" Under the dim streetlights, He Qiao looked as usual, walking hand in hand with him, with a gentle voice, "Xiaochi?"