Rong Qingqing made a sound, seemingly understanding something, but still seemed a bit unclear.
"Then why did you suddenly flip out and want to leave?" Rong Qingqing touched her chin and thought for a few seconds, "Do you think that if the deed only has your name, the second wife will feel like you tricked the old man out of his money?"
Shen Jue looked at Rong Qingqing expressionlessly, then coldly pried her fingers off the armrest of his wheelchair.
He refused to communicate with a woman who played hard-to-get and asked knowingly.
The marriage house was something she proposed to buy, and now she’s the one asking tens of thousands of questions.
If this isn’t pretending to be confused, then what is?
At this point, someone walked over from the side. As they passed by, they glanced at Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing, then recognized Shen Jue.
The person was President Zhao, the current president and chairman of Crown Film and Television.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jue glanced at the person and recognized him too.
President Zhao was an old acquaintance of Shen Jue’s father. Before Shen Jue’s father had his accident, they interacted frequently, which gave President Zhao a little of that elder’s familiarity with the younger generation towards Shen Jue.
"Are you here to buy a house too? Who’s this?" Chairman Zhao looked at the girl holding Shen Jue’s wheelchair.
With one look, Chairman Zhao was surprised; she was an exceptionally beautiful girl. Thıs content belongs to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
In Chairman Zhao’s eyes, girls didn’t seem likely to appear by Shen Jue’s side, and this girl seemed quite familiar with Shen Jue, which piqued Chairman Zhao’s curiosity.
"Rong Qingqing." Shen Jue said Rong Qingqing’s name, then reluctantly added, "My fiancée."
Chairman Zhao was stunned for a few seconds.
The news of the engagement swap between the Shen Family and the Rong Family was spreading like wildfire in their circles, everyone talking about it with great relish.
After all, it was a rather absurd, yet nonetheless occurring incident.
Seeing Rong Qingqing’s puzzled face, Shen Jue took it upon himself to explain to her, "This is President Zhao of Crown Film and Television, Zhao Junxi’s father."
Rong Qingqing’s eyes lit up, "Hello President Zhao, you really do look a lot like Zhao Junxi, it’s obvious at a glance that you’re father and son."
In middle age, but President Zhao was well-maintained; there wasn’t a trace of age on his face. Standing beside Zhao Junxi, who wasn’t pretending to be a beggar, any clear-eyed person could tell they were related.
Rong Qingqing initially thought that he might be some cousin or other relative of Zhao Junxi, not expecting them to be father and son.
"You know my Zhao Junxi too?" President Zhao was quite surprised, after all, he knew his own son, and Zhao Junxi didn’t have many friends.
"Not just acquaintances, we live across from each other in the apartment." Rong Qingqing was mindful of the fact that this was Zhao Junxi’s father, so she didn’t mention the one-yuan, two-yuan stories of Zhao Junxi begging at Lake Heart Park.
"Well, that’s really fate." President Zhao happily sat down beside the two of them.
Since he already knew Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing seemed familiar with his son, President Zhao assumed the posture of an elder.
"I just heard you two arguing about whose name should be on the deed? I think, since it’s a marriage house, having both names on it would be best.
If you’re feeling it’s too soon to get entangled without being married, just put Shen Jue’s name first. When you’re married, Jue can add his wife’s name to the deed."
Shen Jue spit out two words, "Troublesome."
President Zhao, truly having a warm heart, agreed with Shen Jue’s comment, then turned to Rong Qingqing, "I think Shen Jue is right, it is a bit bothersome to do it that way, so why not just put both names on it from the start to save the hassle of adding later, it’s indeed more troublesome."