Ruan Ruzhen, among her suitors at the time, weren’t there really men who were rich, influential, and capable? There certainly were.
As a generation’s socialite, famous both far and wide, she had countless pursuers, among which there may have been a mix of abilities, but this precisely validated the argument that there were all kinds of people.
So, what were the downsides of marrying a rich, powerful, and capable man? For Ruan Ruzhen, who had a very strong sense of pride and a high desire to control, such a man was far more likely to become her enemy than a poor man would be.
With the genes of such an extraordinarily intelligent mother, Xiao Yebai’s choice was self-evident.
Xiao Jianming had also not expected that the woman before him would actually start researching everyone in their family. He coughed, saying, "Has he taken you to see his mother’s room?"
"He said, that was his room," Gu Nuan replied.
If it were just the mother-in-law’s room, without Xiao Jianming’s permission, Gu Nuan would hesitate to let Yebai take her there regardless. How should it be put? Elders were after all elders. Gu Nuan might seem tactless when she spoke, but in reality, every word of hers was spoken with respect, discussing matters upon their merits.
Xiao Jianming took a sip of his tea, as if he were idly chatting with her.
The atmosphere transitioned from tense to relaxed; to outsiders, it would certainly be difficult to understand what exactly had happened between the two.
The sunlight shone through, lazily warm upon the face, like the gentle heat from a small stove tea was being brewed on, a mild warmth that wasn’t hot, just like boiling a frog in warm water.
In the distance on the beach, from afar, a black Rolls-Royce approached the high platform.
If one didn’t look closely, one might mistake it for Xiao Jianming’s throne. Speaking of Xiao Jianming’s throne, after it suffered major damage last time, it had been taken to the repair shop, and to this day, no suitable original engine had been found to replace it, so it remained parked in their home garage. Read full story at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
Following Xiao Jianming’s instructions, Uncle Tang walked over, reaching the stopped black Rolls-Royce and bending down to take a glance at the person seated inside.
The driver was Yang Baixin himself, with Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhilin sitting in the back.
These three members of the Yang Family, with calm and indifferent expressions, carried an air of arrogance.
Yang Baixin said, "Let’s get out."
Uncle Tang understood his words and opened the rear car door for them.
Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhilin descended from the back seat one after the other, both dressed with immense hauteur; Mrs. Yang in a white suit and skirt, Yang Zhilin in a strappy dress paired with a light cardigan. The fabrics were top-quality, and with sunglasses and chic ladies’ sunhats, they resembled a scene from a luxurious world on an advertisement poster against the world-famous golden sand beach.
Compared to these two women, Yang Baixin was dressed more modestly, but still in a purely hand-made shirt, trousers, and a pair of brown leather shoes.
Although he was nearly fifty, he maintained himself well and looked closer to a man in his thirties. Clean-shaven, his face clear and smooth, his features had the Yang Family’s robust and handsome style.
It was said that Xiao Jianming’s connection with the Yang Family came about because of what Xiao Jianming had once done in the military, which was widely known through media disclosures; hence, it was no surprise that the Yang Family had military connections as well, and their association with Xiao Jianming certainly warranted no astonishment.
The bonds of comradeship run deeper and are more unforgettable than those in business circles. Just like the song says, in the midst of war and chaos, at the brink of life and death, only brotherhood remains.