Even if she decorated the house in a riot of colors, as long as she could live with it and didn’t mind the eyesore, it wasn’t impossible for him to accept it.
"You first find the information on the design company and bring it to me. I’ll personally talk to her."
Lin Bufan pondered for two seconds, always feeling that something seemed a bit off in his conversation with the boss.
But, thinking of his salary and bonuses, Lin Bufan still decided to agree first and talk later.
You can’t go against your salary and bonuses, no matter what.
With money, everything happens quickly.
The formalities for Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue’s wedding house were all completed by late afternoon. Because of this, Mr. Shen was very happy and made a special call to Mr. Rong, inviting him to Shen Manor. Dıscover more novels at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥
Mr. Rong readily agreed over the phone. After hanging up, Rong Honghui and Rong Jiaojiao had just gotten home from work, and Ma Li quickly gave her husband a meaningful look.
Having received his wife’s message halfway home, Rong Honghui naturally understood what she meant by that expression.
"Dad, what makes you so happy?" Rong Honghui feigned ignorance and asked.
"Old Shen bought a wedding house for Shen Jue and Qingqing this afternoon and invited me to Shen Manor to celebrate with the two kids," Mr. Rong was already dressed and ready to go out.
"Really? That’s indeed a great joy. Perfect timing, Jiaojiao and I are also going to Shen Manor. Dad, come with us," Rong Honghui explained. "Shen Xingwei was hospitalized, and I’ve been too busy to visit him recently. It’s rare that I finish work early today, so I’ll go to Shen Manor to see him."
Shen Xingwei was sent to the hospital but returned to Shen Manor after only one night.
With Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing’s wedding house decided, the second branch of the family dared not let Shen Xingwei know, fearing he would faint from anger again.
Mr. Rong agreed without much thought, waited downstairs for Rong Honghui and his two daughters to change clothes, and then the three left together.
On the way, Rong Honghui casually brought up the topic, pretending not to know the specifics of Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing’s wedding house, and asked Mr. Rong where the house was bought and how big it was.
After Mr. Rong answered, Rong Honghui nodded, using a tone of an elder to comment, "This development is good. I remember Shen Group has a stake in it. Its location and residential landscape design are nice, suitable for young people."
"That’s why they both have good taste. They immediately picked the best development," Mr. Rong apparently in a good mood, "A peaceful retreat in the midst of chaos, a perfect place for living and starting a family."
Rong Jiaojiao sat beside her father, her hands tightly clenched into fists inside her sleeves, yet she said nothing.
Rong Honghui glanced at his daughter and tentatively said to his father, "Dad, Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue haven’t even gotten engaged, and they already have a wedding house. Shouldn’t we mention something to Old Master Shen?
Both kids are our families; we can’t let two have it while the other two don’t, right? There should still be the same type of houses available in Yulong Bay. Why not ask Old Master Shen to set one aside for Shen Xingwei and our Jiaojiao as well?"
"Dad, with the two brothers and two sisters living together, they can look after each other. In the future, the children from both families can grow up together and have company," Rong Honghui finished, thinking his words were particularly pleasant and reasonable.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Rong’s expression suddenly changed.
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning? You’re just jealous that Qingqing and Shen Jue got a wedding house, and you’re eyeing it!