The thoughts in his mind were interrupted, and Zhao Wuling had no choice but to agree for now.
What else did he want to ask?
Suddenly, a rumbling sound ca from Cheng Xiaoxiao’s stomach.
"Oops, we’ve been talking for so long, seems like we missed alti."
Cheng Xiaoxiao embarrassedly rubbed her flat stomach, but her expression was not at all awkward.
"Coincidentally, I haven’t had lunch yet either, how about joining , Young Master Cheng?"
Zhao Wuling looked at the person across from him with amusent, inviting her to eat together.
If it were any other lady, faced with such an embarrassing situation, she would have been mortified.
Yet soone here rely looked a little embarrassed, with eyes full of calmness and regret for missing alti, showing not the slightest hint of shyness.
"Mr. Zhao hasn’t eaten either? Let’s go then, I have a few questions I’d like to ask."
The servant behind Zhao Wuling secretly grumbled in his heart: The young master already had sothing to eat just now, saying that business was more important and that returning to the house for lunch would delay ti. He had no intention of eating, but upon receiving the ssage, he rushed back imdiately.
Yet he’s pretending he hasn’t eaten; is this really his young master?
"Alright, I’ll ask the cook to prepare a few more dishes to go with the wine. Let’s have a good chat today, like brothers."
Knowing the other person was female, Zhao Wuling’s words had a probing intent, with the emphasis on the first part and the latter half just being offhand.
He couldn’t believe that even the most uninhibited woman would be so carefree with an outsider man, wondering what reason she might use to refuse.
Unexpectedly, he heard a straightforward...
"Sure!"
And the focus was misplaced.
"To be able to beco sworn brothers with a distinguished and graceful young talent like Mr. Zhao is my honor, naturally, I won’t refuse."
This ti it was Zhao Wuling’s turn to be stunned.
His reputation in Dayan City had never been good, and people generally feared him, avoiding him.
Unexpectedly, the first person willing to befriend him was a woman.
He didn’t know whether to feel lucky or unlucky.
He himself treaded a dark path, with an iron-fisted approach that made people tremble in fear at the re ntion of it.
If not for that, Dayan City wouldn’t have been so peaceful over the years.
Given his father’s temperant, he would have already been brought down by so ill-intentioned people.
Being accustod to walking in the darkness and being lonely for so long, suddenly a bright light shone in, making him very uncomfortable.
On one hand, he wanted to destroy it, on the other, he wanted to grasp it tightly.
He didn’t even know if the other person knew his true nature, would she find him cruel and violent, or leave in anger.
Thinking of this, his clear eyes could not help but darken a bit.
"Young Master Cheng treating as a close friend, don’t you think it’s a bit impulsive?"
He wanted to say, do you know ? Once you know , maybe you’ll keep your distance with respect.
"eting by chance is also a form of destiny, and what kind of person Mr. Zhao is doesn’t really matter, does it?
To perceive it, one does not sense its excess; to dislike it, one does not know its virtue. In making friends, it’s all about first impressions. Look at , look into my eyes, what do you see in them?"
Because her height wasn’t enough, Cheng Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoes, placing one hand on Mr. Zhao’s shoulder, while the other ford a scissors shape to let him look directly into her eyes.
At this mont, Zhao Wuling’s heart was pounding like a drum. No one had ever understood him like this, or uttered a single word of grace for him. His mother would only advise him to reduce his workload and think more about his marriage so that the Zhao family could expand and prosper early.
His father would only advise him not to be too sharp in dealing with people and matters, as it’s harmful and not beneficial.
It was the first ti soone had given encouragent, saying that as long as he was this person, it was fine, regardless of right or wrong, without constraints or expectations.
The reflection in those starry eyes was of himself, sincere and earnest.
Following this was a sentence that left him standing still, unable to recover for a long ti.
"Do you see it? My eyes are filled with you, at this mont there is only you, so I have decided to be friends with you."
As it’s said, having one more friend ans one less enemy, especially such a talented person. Instead of pulling them in, should I push them away? I’m not stupid.
This little trick in an age of information explosion wouldn’t even count as the tip of the iceberg, but in the conservative ancient tis with feudal thoughts, it was no less than a very explicit love confession.
It shook both the father and son quite a bit.
Especially the onlooking Governor Zhao, with a face of astonishnt, fearing that Young Master Cheng might have intentions towards his son, that...that kind of idea.
Thinking like this, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He absolutely didn’t want that; his son was so outstanding and must not be hard.
Just as he was about to say sothing, the two were already arm in arm, stepping out of the hall’s threshold.
"This, this, this..."
Wouldn’t his son not being interested in won all these years an that he might also...!
Thinking of this, he could no longer stay calm and hurriedly went to verify it.
Cheng Xiaoxiao was in a very good mood.
At the dining table, she talked on and on.
One cup after another.
Unwittingly, she drank too much.
Getting soone intoxicated to make them talk is indeed very easy.
Zhao Wuling was also in a good mood; the one who was drunk was utterly adorable.
After various emotions churned in his mind at first...
Thinking of the one who insisted on making him a friend, she was completely an unawakened, bold young woman, making his emotions very complex.
Why was he so sure?
Because soone was naturally friendly and willing to offer answers to questions!
"Mr. Zhao, do you know what your biggest advantage is?"
"What is it?"
Zhao Wuling was also quite curious about what the other thought was worthy of befriending.
"Of course, it’s your good looks."
Zhao Wuling cooperatively showed a face of confusion and bewildernt.
"Hahaha!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao guessed that the other didn’t understand.
"Let tell you... because you’re handso. People who are good-looking get treated better everywhere they go."
Hiccup, Cheng Xiaoxiao let out a drunken hiccup.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy.
"So, you have taken a liking to my appearance."
But there was no desire or greed in her eyes.
"This is called appreciation, don’t you get it? Who told I am a standard face-con girl?"
Though Zhao Wuling didn’t understand what a face-con girl was, it didn’t prevent him from guessing its aning.
"You an, as long as the person is good-looking, regardless if they do wrong or commit cris, you’d be willing to be friends with them?"
"NONONO, how could I be such a shallow person?"
Seeing him frown, Cheng Xiaoxiao quickly explained, "Being into looks is what it is, but when it cos to character, I am really picky, hehe, and even good looks co in many varieties..."
"Oh, is there any particular rule to this?"
"It’s a matter of great detail, I’ll tell you..."
She rambled on! She rambled on!
The system couldn’t bear watching anymore; it didn’t expect its host to behave this way while drunk, daring to blurt out whatever.
Luckily, her inherent vigilance wasn’t lost, so when asked about so critical information, she’d skillfully evade the topic.
No forbidden words were spoken.
However, she utterly exposed herself with nurous modern terminologies, as though a long-suppressed little beast yearning to vent its displeasure.
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