Half an hour later, the two of them came out of the sales office, Shen Jue holding a rose gold invitation with gold embossing, and Rong Qingqing carrying several bags with the name of the property printed on them and a file folder. Inside the folder were some invoices and other related documents.
Rong Qingqing shook the things worth over 120 million in her hand, clicked her tongue, and then directly tossed them onto Shen Jue’s lap, "You hold on to these."
Then she dumped all the freebies from the sales office, like the couple’s mugs and such, onto Shen Jue’s lap.
These were given to Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing by the real estate consultant. Neither of them wanted them, but President Zhao insisted, saying they were a testament to buying the house together and must be kept and so on.
So, Rong Qingqing was persuaded by President Zhao to carry them out.
Along with the couple’s mugs, there were also couple’s toothbrushes, a platinum rose, and a pair of couple’s keychains.
There really was quite a lot of stuff.
Shen Jue watched Rong Qingqing unceremoniously place items on his legs, his temples throbbing a few times from the irritation.
"Rong Qingqing, can’t you show some respect for the disabled?" Shen Jue couldn’t hold it any longer.
Rong Qingqing stopped, glanced at the items on Shen Jue’s knees, thought for a moment, and smiled at Shen Jue.
"Shen Jue, don’t be so self-deprecating. How could you be disabled? Look at your knees—aren’t they quite useful?"
Rong Qingqing patted her own knees, "Legs like mine, only fit for walking and can’t even hold a thing, that’s truly disabled."
Shen Jue realized that Rong Qingqing had indeed reached a certain level of sophistry.
Looking at the pile of paired items on his knees, Shen Jue managed to restrain himself and didn’t push all the items onto the floor. He just let Rong Qingqing continue until they reached the restaurant, where Shen Jue finally took the items off his lap and placed them to the side.
The restaurant was just around the corner from the sales office; it wasn’t chosen by Shen Jue, but by Rong Qingqing, who was so hungry that she pushed Shen Jue in as soon as she saw it.
She didn’t even ask Shen Jue’s opinion, just bossily pushed him inside.
It was a hotpot restaurant.
While Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue were ordering, at the Shen Family.
Mr. Shen was excited about Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue buying their wedding house, and only after arranging everything he could think of and do did he gradually calm down.
He sat back at the dinner table, where the maid had reheated the dishes and brought them out again.
Old Madam Shen had been waiting for a long time, nearly breaking the chopsticks in her hand.
When Mr. Shen finally returned, Old Madam Shen couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, "Over a billion-dollar house, and you just decide to buy it."
Old Madam Shen had been holding back for over half an hour. Ever since her husband picked up the phone and she heard the number over a billion, she could barely sit still.
"Shen Xingwei is also your grandson. He’s engaged to Rong Jiaojiao, and you haven’t shown any intention of giving anything." Old Madam Shen had long been filled with resentment.
"The two kids are engaged. They’ll get married sooner or later, so if you’re giving a wedding house, it should be Shen Xingwei and Rong Jiaojiao first, shouldn’t it?"
Old Madam Shen asked, "Shen Xingwei and Rong Jiaojiao have been engaged for so many days, have you given anything? Shen Xingwei is now the general manager of the company, and who knows how many people are secretly laughing at him outside."
Old Madam Shen’s tone grew heavier as she got to this point, "Your favoritism is just too much."