NOVPUBChapter 397: 383, Unsuccessful Son (3) _1
Chapter 397: 383, Unsuccessful Son (3) _1
Who it’s for is a rhetorical question.
The renovation is nearly complete now. Last night, Mo Xiao returned and personally selected a large batch of items, leaving all the work to Ning Feng and Xing Sen.
At the crack of dawn, people began to deliver things. After more than two hours of moving, only half a truckload was moved.
“How much stuff did Master order last night?” asked Ning Feng.
Xing Sen shook his head, “I don’t know, but Master didn’t sleep last night.”
So, that means Master picked things all night?
Ning Feng fell to the ground in despair.
“How are things upstairs?” asked Xing Sen.
Ning Feng, “We should be able to finish it in a couple of days.”
“Master.”
Seeing Mo Xiao walk out, Xing Sen respectfully called out.
“Has the jewelry and gemstones been delivered yet?” Mo Xiao looked at Ning Feng and asked.
“They will be delivered tomorrow.”
As he spoke, Ning Feng secretly examined the coat Mo Xiao was wearing.
Sure enough, it was the one he wore home last night.
Was Master planning to wear this coat all winter?
“Master, um…” Xing Sen stuttered to start.
Mo Xiao furrowed his brows, “Just say what you want to say.”
“You still have the price tag on your clothes.” Xing Sen bluntly said.
Ning Feng bowed his head, his shoulders shaking almost imperceptibly.
Brave move, big bro.
All night and all day, Master was wearing this coat, he probably forgot about the price tag.
Mo Xiao gave him a cold sidelong glance, “Is there a problem if I leave it on?”
Having said that, he turned and went back inside.
Xing Sen scratched his head with a bemused look, Had he just said something to offend Master?
“Ha ha!”
Once Mo Xiao had left, Ning Feng burst into laughter.
“What are you laughing about?” Xing Sen glared at him.
“Exactly, what the hell am I laughing at?” Ning Feng strolled towards the living room without a care in the world.
Listening to his sarcasm, Xing Sen had a vague feeling that something was strange.
After a while, he finally understood.
That son of a gun, Ning Feng, he dared to indirectly call him a fart.
He swore he would kill him later.
Entering the house, Ning Feng didn’t find Mo Xiao in the living room and headed straight upstairs.
Just around the corner of the staircase, he saw Mo Xiao stand in the distance, watching the workers.
“Master!”
He walked over and called out.
“What is it?” Mo Xiao retracted his gaze and looked at him.
“Count Durand came to Beijing a few days ago, and he’s holding a banquet on the yacht tonight. The invitation was sent last night.”
“Durand?” Mo Xiao frowned.
Ning Feng nodded, their cooperation with Durand was not small, but well, Durand’s daughter leaves something to be desired.
“Not going.”
Expected answer. Ning Feng was not surprised.
But well, this time the situation seemed a bit different.
“Master, I heard Quan Jingwu is also on the guest list.”
At his words, Mo Xiao suddenly remembered what Jian Qing said last night. Was it Durand’s banquet?
After a thought, he changed his mind.
“Never mind, I’ll go tonight.”
He shouldn’t miss any chance to be with his beloved daughter.
“Yes.” Ning Feng figured it would be like this.
…
Nightfall descended over Beijing, and the city’s colorful lights reflected off the sea surface. The play of light made everything shine brightly.
Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue got out of the car, looking at the luxury yacht in the distance. Its presence was stunning; Count Durand clearly valued this banquet highly.
“Let’s go.” Han Yue closed the car door with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Quan Mingxuan glanced at his wristwatch, then looked around, “Why haven’t Jingwu and Jian Qing arrived yet?”
“They always take their sweet time. Let’s go up first.” Han Yue said.
He definitely didn’t want to stand in the cold wind.
Quan Mingxuan nodded, the two boarded the yacht, and handed their invitations to a nearby waiter.
“Seems like quite a number of people are here tonight.” Han Yue seized the opportunity to eye the socialites gliding by, his flirtatious eyes making many ladies light-headed.
“Nearly all the influential families of Beijing are gathered.”
Events like this one are primarily for show and to network; their own reason for attending is purely for sheer amusement.
Quan Mingxuan gave a light laugh, and, catching sight of something in his peripheral vision, a look of doubt crossed his face. “Han Yue, don’t you think that man looks familiar?”
“Who?” Han Yue took a glass of wine from the waiter’s tray and turned to follow Quan Mingxuan’s gaze. “Who are you talking about?”
The group off to the side had a cluster of people, how was he supposed to know which one Quan meant?
“The man in the black overcoat.” Quan Mingxuan pointed out.
This time, Han Yue saw him, staring at the man for a moment, his face filled with surprise.
“Why is he back?”
“Who is it?” Quan Mingxuan asked.
He felt certain the man looked familiar.
Han Yue, “You really don’t know? That’s An Zhe.”
An Zhe, who had been living abroad for many years, rarely returning to Beijing. Why would he appear here?
“No wonder he seemed so familiar.” Quan Mingxuan slapped his forehead.
Han Yue’s eyes flashed with curiosity, “Why has he come back?”
Quan Mingxuan was equally intrigued.
“Let’s go and say hello.” Han Yue pulled Quan Mingxuan towards An Zhe.
Although An Zhe didn’t show up in Beijing often, everyone still remembered him well. Moreover, even though he had been living abroad for all these years, his wealth was greater than anyone else’s in Beijing. As soon as he arrived, he became the center of attention for those eager to network.
Surrounded by so many people, An Zhe’s eyes flashed with impatience. He had hoped to see his beloved daughter as soon as he arrived, but he got ambushed by all this bunch of leeches instead.
“Uncle An!”
Han Yue pushed his way through a Group CEO and greeted An Zhe with a beaming smile.
The CEO looked disgruntled at being pushed aside. When he turned around and saw it was Han Yue, a sycophantic smile immediately replaced the annoyance on his face.
“And you are?” An Zhe looked at Han Yue, trying to remember who he was.
Han Yue tsked and feigned disappointment, “Uncle An, you forgot about me after just a few years. That hurts.”
An Zhe scrutinized his face and a familiar figure surfaced in his mind, “Are you Han Xin’s son?”
Han Yue nodded with a smile on his face, “Seems like Uncle An has remembered.”
“And who is this?” An Zhe shifted his gaze to the person next to him.
“Hello Uncle An, I am Quan Mingxuan.” Quan Mingxuan introduced himself with a slight smile.
“Are you the useless son Quan Che always talks about?” An Zhe joked, suggesting a close relationship with Quan Che.
“…”
Quan Mingxuan fell over.
Was his dear father always slandering him?
“Hahaha!” Han Yue laughed heartily.
His fit of schadenfreude had barely lasted two seconds before An Zhe nonchalantly added.
“Han Xin seems to have mentioned that his son is an idle good-for-nothing.”
