Chapter 160 - You ask for it! (1) (2/2)
“Hello, my friend!” Mr. Sorin is smiling and releases his daughter. He opens his arms to hug Papa 8. I see Sophie is squinting at me. I meditate and remember what Papa 8 told me this afternoon and want to say hello to her. But Papa 8 is talking to Mr. Sorin, and I can’t interrupt them at that moment.
“Your business has been good lately.” Mr. Sorin has a cigar in his hand with a faint smile. His pronunciation is very clear so that I may understand most of his words: “However, it seems that there’re quite some actions in Vancouver these days. Some old friends have come to me. I hope I can come out and advise you that negotiations are always more effective than the war.”
“But when negotiations break down, war is inevitable, isn’t it?” Papa 8 responds without any expression changes.
Mr. Sorin is smiling, instead of dwelling on the topic, he’s immediately putting his eyes on me: “This gentleman is…?”
“My nephew.” Papa 8 is smiling and looking at me. I immediately take a step forward, shaking hands with Mr. Sorin and greeting with him.
Mr. Sorin looks at me for a moment, then suddenly smiling intentionally. He says: “Mr. Fang, is this young man really just your nephew? He’s so handsome. He’s not your son, is he?”
Papa 8 is grinning: “He is a very good young man. If I had such a son, I would be very happy, but unfortunately, he is not.”
Mr. Sorin is laughing like an old fox. Then he takes a look at the time and says: “Well, we still have some time. Now let’s talk about our old fellow’s topics. Your young people just go somewhere else for the time being, just not to get bored. You’re not interested in our old fellows’ topics anyway.”
Then he looks at his daughter with undisguised doting in his eyes. I understand that. Anyone has such a beautiful daughter like Sophie would surely regard her as the pearl of his eye.
Sophie is smiling, says hello to Papa 8 politely. Then she’s greeting me and extending her arms generously to hold me.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.”
I know that Mr. Sorin may have something important to talk about with Papa 8.
I guess it’s also likely to be related to the conflicts these days. After all, Mr. Sorin is the arbiter of the Canadian underworld order, and he would certainly not sit idly by.
Sophie and I walk away. Her chest closes to my arm and I’m feeling a soft pressure. It’s actually a wonderful feeling. But I instinctively know that this woman is someone I shouldn’t provoke, and I don’t have any thought about her in my mind.
The two of us are walking side by side to the open-air terrace on the side of the banquet hall. The terrace is nearly 100 square meters in size, with a small fountain on it. In fact, there are many such balconies on both sides of the banquet hall, which are probably dedicated to the use of places for guests who need quiet space to talk. Along the way, Sophie has greeted with many people. Her face is full of the smiles and charms. I can feel that many men are somewhat fascinated.
Out of the terrace, I breathe a sigh of relief, quietly pulling out my arms, coughing, slightly sideways my face a little, instead of looking at her directly. I look at the lamp post behind her, murmuring: “Miss Sophie, I think I need to apology to you… Um…”
Sophie raises her chin slightly and staring at me with her blue eyes. Suddenly, she interruptes me in an unkind tone: “Don’t you know that when you are apologizing, at least you need to look into the other’s eyes?”
I’m grinning bitterly, take back my distant eyes, looking into her eyes at close range, and say to her slowly: “I’m sorry.”
I must say that only by looking closely at her eyes can I realize the amazing attraction! Her blue eyes are like a pool of lake water. The more you look at them, the more you feel like you’ve been stucking in.
I see a little smile in her eyes. But unfortunately, it does not seem to be a kind smile, but with a touch of cunning, or even teasing.
“Oh, now you are apologizing?”