V4C53 – Why Ask Me Again (1/2)

Meng QingQing’s family was outside of B City, in U City. Even when going by car, it took 2 hours to arrive there. Do not look that there were so many sports cars in the city and it was nothing special. Only when it came to the speed would the advantage be displayed.

Meng QingQing’s family lived in the most luxurious residential area in U City’s residential district. In my previous life, I also had a house in this place. Though my wage and draw bonus were a lot in my previous life, I could only afford a small villa here. The villa had a courtyard that was shared with some others as well. Meng QingQing’s family actually occupied an entire residency to themselves. It was just like our villa in Songjiang. But it must be known that the housing prices here were hundreds of times that of what Songjiang had to offer.

Meng QingQing saw that I didn’t have any special expression after I saw the villa, so she was internally relieved. She was afraid that I might make some inopportune movement that might make her father look down on me. It seemed she had been too oversensitive.

“Young miss, the master is in the study room!” An old steward opened the door and said.

After I looked around I thought that a major family was indeed a major family. Although the family might have declined a bit over the years, their momentum hasn’t decreased at all. They even have stewards and all the servants. The same was true of Liu Zhenhai’s family. Even though my worth was thousands of times greater than all of them, my family lacked the momentum these aristocratic families had. I am more casual and don’t like these things, but if I want my future children to have this innate aura and bearing, the environment will be very important.

Now what I was thinking is that after I graduated and settled down, I should also follow suit.

The decoration in Meng QingQing’s villa was biased towards the style of the early years of the Republic of China. Perhaps, it was the style of that era the people were now interested in.

Meng QingQing took me to the front door of a room on the third floor and knocked on the door twice. A middle-aged man’s voice came from inside, “Come in.”

Meng QingQing opened the door. The room was an old-style study room with a black bookshelf and a writing desk. A thin middle-aged man sat on a wooden rocking chair, looking at a book. As he saw us entering, he looked up and said, “QingQing, you have brought the fellow. You can go back now.”

“Father, what are you doing!” Meng QingQing felt very strange listening to her father speaking so seriously.

“Cough!” Meng Chuan coughed twice. He had just wanted to create a serious atmosphere so as to give me some psychological pressure. He never expected his daughter to destroy his efforts, so he said, “QingQing, you go and bring two cups of tea. I will say a few words to your schoolmate in the meanwhile.”

“Dad, let the servant go and do that. I will sit here.” Meng QingQing obviously didn’t want to leave me alone.

“Be obedient. Dad likes the tea you make better,” Meng Chuan said.

“You wouldn’t have some words you don’t want me to listen to?” Meng QingQing stood rooted to the spot.

“QingQing, do you want me to help you speak to grandfather or not?” Meng Chuan saw the nervous look on Meng QingQing’s face and sighed in his heart. It seemed this girl had true feelings and wouldn’t be swayed by him! Therefore he said with a smile, “Are you afraid father will eat your young lover?”

“Ah, alright then.” Meng QingQing didn’t feel relieved and looked towards me, but she still turned around and left the room.

After Meng QingQing closed the door, Meng Chuan hinted towards the sofa near the writing desk and said to me, “Young man, sit.”

“Thanks, Uncle Meng,” I naturally nodded and sat on the sofa.