There was no need for her to make any special report to him; he was her father-in-law, not some fierce beast. Besides, she had a fuse, and wasn’t afraid of him, the old crocodile.
If Gu Nuan had really been afraid of the old crocodile, she would have turned weak at the knees during their first encounter at the board meeting, let alone later when she cooperated with the old crocodile in his schemes.
It seemed that Xiao Jianming, too, had a premonition about this.
In the two meetings they had, this daughter-in-law had never shown any hint of the fear that most people do in front of him.
He had heard his son compare her to a White Flower Snake.
It was indeed a very vivid and accurate metaphor, Xiao Jianming thought, squinting his aged eyes.
A White Flower Snake, swimming back and forth in front of a crocodile. Unless the crocodile was starving, it would have no intention of devouring such an interesting White Flower Snake.
His son felt it, he felt it, and, undoubtedly, other crocodiles felt the same way. All were waiting to see what this White Flower Snake would do next.
He watched as she climbed step by step, reaching higher and higher, his son always there behind her, pushing her forward.
Xiao Jianming said to Uncle Tang beside him, "Prepare some tea."
Uncle Tang asked, "What kind of tea?" Latest content publıshed on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
"What tea did she brew for Chen Jiaming that first time?"
"Hangzhou Chrysanthemum."
"It’s a bit too cooling, add two red dates," Xiao Jianming said.
Uncle Tang blinked, momentarily unable to grasp the situation. It seemed like Xiao Jianming was changing his attitude towards his daughter-in-law rather quickly, becoming caring all of a sudden.
Xiao Jianming was naturally never one to explain himself further about what he said.
Uncle Tang hurried off to find Hangzhou Chrysanthemum and red dates.
Keep in mind, this is Brazil, not their home country; it’s uncertain whether one could even find these Chinese items here.
Sitting in the car arranged by Mrs. Zhao, Gu Nuan left the hotel where they were staying without anyone else knowing, driving all the way to the seaside.
Rio de Janeiro is a coastal city, and although this season wasn’t the peak for tourists, the seaside still boasted Rio de Janeiro’s most beautiful scenery, bustling with people coming and going.
Meeting in such a place seemed somewhat unexpected.
After all, Xiao Jianming, her father-in-law, seemed such a stern man, viewed by the outside world and media as someone who knew nothing of romance, always immersed in work and discipline.
But what was he really like?
The beach, the sunshine, the sand, the surfboard—where was that extreme atmosphere of seriousness and work?
Upon reflection, Gu Nuan found it not so hard to understand. Take her husband, for instance, always seen by outsiders as a prodigal son, fond of the finer things in life.
Like father, like son.
The genetic traits deep inside Chen Jiaming, where else could they have come from if not from this old crocodile?
Who says old crocodiles don’t play?
When an old crocodile plays, it can play more fiercely than anyone.
Xiao Jianming still surfed at the age of sixty, but that was something very few people knew. And those who did often shook their heads, dismissing it as a rumor.
If his health hadn’t really deteriorated, then watching such a beautiful seascape, Xiao Jianming would have been seriously tempted to dive into the sea for some fun.
A playful spirit was what had forged this father and son of the Xiao Family.
As Gu Nuan stepped up the wooden stairs, one by one, she thought about this.
Standing on a high platform one meter above the ground, facing the sea, Xiao Jianming surveyed the seascape with hands on his waist. He wasn’t dressed in a stern, formal suit, but rather in a set of comparatively soft-hued casual wear.