Soone cooks dinner for your son when you get ho?
Xiao Jianming looked at the Jian Lan that his son had toyed with and faintly felt that his son seed to have changed.
If it were like before, such words about coming ho for dinner would definitely not have co out of Xiao Yebai’s mouth.
There was no choice, with a house full of people, four daughters, and all married, the more people there were, the noisier it got. Not to ntion his son didn’t like coming ho for dinner, he didn’t enjoy it much either.
Now even his mother, Old Lady Xiao, often went out to have tea and find entertainnt with old friends.
When Uncle Tang brought in the sorted files, he saw Xiao Jianming’s thoughtful expression and said, "Chairman, about the reservation tonight at Dihao—"
His son liked the food at Dihao, so he had arranged the father-son dinner there.
"Forget it," Xiao Jianming waved his hand.
Uncle Tang didn’t see a trace of disappointnt on his face; on the contrary, Xiao Jianming’s slightly curved lips exuded a hint of lingering satisfaction.
"Young people, after all, there’s a whole colorful world out there, seeing more isn’t a bad thing."
Uncle Tang couldn’t grasp the aning of what Xiao Jianming had said, so he awkwardly filled up the office cup on Xiao Jianming’s desk with water and then arranged a car for Xiao Jianming, who had a eting scheduled in the afternoon.
Within Changda Group, many people heard rumors about the mysterious only son of the chairman appearing, and he had co to the company.
Many female fans, whether in the office or walking along the corridors, all paused by the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the face of the wealthiest son.
When Sister Yao saw the n in her group following the won to the windows, she couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "What’s gotten into these people?"
It was one thing for won to ogle n, calling them starry-eyed. But for n to rush and ogle another man, wasn’t that turning the world upside down?
"Sister Yao, you don’t know—" a young man in the design team confessed to his team leader, "Xiao Yebai’s followers are not just starry-eyed. He’s a rare V on Weibo revered by both n and won."
"Why do n—" Sister Yao, unaware of her company chairman’s son being so famously known on Weibo, quickly opened Xiao Yebai’s Weibo to see, led by the young team mber.
The more she saw, the more it seed to be true.
Among Xiao Yebai’s multitude of followers, there was unexpectedly a higher percentage of n than won.
If this situation were in a popular CEO romance novel, it would be utterly irrational.
"Does he attract you?" Sister Yao asked the male group mbers incredulously.
"Every word Xiao Yebai says is endlessly fascinating. Frankly, everyone has a masochistic side, and most people prefer to be tornted by Xiao Yebai—" The young man from the 90s spoke the modern terms fluently and spiritedly.
Sister Yao, being from the 70s, could only listen dumbfoundedly: the generational gap could not be bridged.
Looking back at the past Weibo posts written by the chairman’s son, Sister Yao suddenly blinked in surprise and asked, "Is he married?"
The chairman’s son, being an only child and the future heir to Changda, how was such a significant event like his marriage not announced by Changda?
Sister Yao might even be thinking about soday drinking the celebratory wine the chairman offers to every Changda employee or at least having so wedding candy.
The joy of the wealthiest, one ought to partake in it.
"Who is his wife?" Sister Yao raised the question.
This question, certainly, was sothing the whole world wanted to know. Yet there wasn’t a single hint about it on Xiao Yebai’s Weibo.
The young team mber said, "So people guess he married a lady from a prestigious family, but no one knows which one exactly.
But Sister Yao thought differently. If two wealthy families had united through marriage, it would have been heavily publicized by Changda’s public relations departnt. Only by doing so could the company’s reputation and influence be expanded significantly impacting the company’s stock right away.
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