Facing Chiang Ying’s denial: "It’s absolutely not promoted by or my husband. We don’t have that gossiping nature. If your mom hadn’t ntioned it today, I wouldn’t have known they’ve found out about your situation."
As for who would have said it.
Chiang Ying felt that maybe the only two people in the world who thought they were hiding everything were them, while in reality, almost everyone knew. It’s normal for the Cao Family to know.
Cao Yong never invites girls to dinner. Anyone who hears that Cao Yong invited Xie Wanying for a al can guess that Cao Yong has encountered love.
Cao Yong would say those people really have nothing better to do, watching others fall in love. He just wants to quietly be with the one he likes, believing she feels the sa way.
"Alright. Here is the tea your mom brought you; she heard you’ve been liking tea lately," Chiang Ying said, "I told her she made a mistake. It’s not you who likes tea, but that you know she likes tea, so you prepared various teas for her. Your mom said she understood that when she sees you doing sothing in the future, it’s probably not because you like it but because she does."
"Anything else?" Cao Yong asked in a calm tone.
"Yes. Your mom said make it official and bring her ho soon. Don’t be so mysterious. She doesn’t like it. When people ask, she and your dad don’t know how to respond and it’s quite awkward."
Everyone knows about his situation, how can they not understand what kind of person she is? A wave of irritation surged in Cao Yong’s heart.
To put it bluntly, the family is urging marriage. Don’t think only won get pressured to marry; n can be pressured until they wish they were dead.
Feelings can’t be rushed; it’s not like scrambling for train tickets just to get on the train.
Chiang Ying approached him and said, "Your family seems quite satisfied with her."
How could they not be satisfied? She’s the famous female top student from the Guoxie Eight-Year Program. But whether his family is satisfied or not has nothing to do with his feelings. The one dealing with matters of the heart is him, not his family.
"Cao Yong, you’ve got quite an eye. I used to think when your mom said your classmate who plays the piano was nice, you never paid her any attention; I wondered what’s with your mind. Turns out you, Cao Yong, just wanted to find soone with compatible interests," Chiang Ying continued to praise him.
Finally sending off the nagging wife of the dean, Cao Yong carried the tea leaves back to the office, thinking that he would soon see her, his lips curled into a smile.
Upon reaching his office, the others saw the tea leaves in his hand.
Huang Zhilei asked, "Senior, did you buy this for Junior Sister?"
The little fool junior brother spoke as always, without a rhy or reason. Cao Yong sighed, tossed the tea leaves onto the table, turned back, and asked Junior Sister with a smile: "Have you eaten?"
Xie Wanying looked at the smiling Senior Cao, her mood lifted, and said, "Yes, Second Senior Sister helped buy fried rice." Then she rembered what Second Senior Sister entrusted to tell Senior Cao: "We want to design a wedding dress for First Senior Sister. Do you know where to buy wedding dresses? We want to first check out how the stores design them." "I know a place. Whenever you have ti, give a call, and I’ll take you there," Cao Yong readily agreed.
"First Senior Sister will definitely look beautiful in a wedding dress." Xie Wanying could envision the beautiful wedding scene of First Senior Sister and Brother Hu.
The others looked at her eyes: Strange? Doesn’t seem like soone naive about feelings?
"Is it resistance, or PTSD?" Song Xueling murmured, imdiately covering his mouth with his hand. Looking back at Cao Yong on the opposite side, his face fell into a shadow of contemplation. Clearly, a neurosurgery boss like Cao Yong wouldn’t be oblivious to it.
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