Cheng Juye and the others never expected that the first words out of Situ Xuan’s mouth upon seeing them would be to cancel the engagent! Such a blatant disregard for face, such arrogance!
Co to think of it, this was Jian Panying’s first ti eting Situ Xuan.
She saw an exceptionally tall man, nonchalantly leaning against the sofa. His fair fingers even held a cigarette, with a completely indifferent expression. He wore an Italian handmade suit; he wasn’t one of those rich second-generation heirs drained by vice. Due to his mixed heritage, he appeared even taller and more robust, the exquisitely made suit fitting on him perfectly, like a resting leopard ready to spring into action.
Looking at his features again, the sharp and distinct features of his mixed race stood out. Compared to the pretty and handso Yu Zexiao, Situ Xuan possessed a more rugged and sharp Euro-Arican aura. Particularly noteworthy were his gray-blue eyes, like cat’s eye gemstones, gleaming with a sharp light.
Even as he casually lounged on the sofa, his aura was astonishing! He didn’t look like a young man in his twenties at all, but rather soone seasoned by ti and life-and-death experiences.
And indeed, it was precisely because Situ Xuan had grown up in the Situ Family—a large family with centuries of intertwined relationships and complexities. Later, his brushes with the underworld life-and-death trials made him what he was today.
He possessed strength and confidence, so what if Cheng Juye and Jian Panying were considered his elders?
He didn’t need to rely on them. On the contrary, Cheng Juye had to depend on his channels to break into the North Arican market and enter Huaxia Country! Initially, he wanted the engagent for his father’s sake, but now that his father had recovered, there was no need to tie himself to the sinking ship of the Cheng Family!
Today, Cheng Juye had also changed his attire. His hair was slicked back ticulously with pomade. He was wearing a Dupont trench coat, well-maintained, making him look like a man in his forties, even though he was in his early sixties. Beside him, Jian Panying was also dressed anew. Autumn had arrived in Shangcheng, so she wore a thin fur coat, her hair pulled up high, her feet in a pair of Fendi beige high heels, and her ticulous makeup made her look vibrant, as if she was just past forty. Not to ntion, the pair of children standing by their side.
As for Cheng Tingting, there was no need to ntion — Cheng Wanli alone was a handso young man.
However, when all of them stood in front of Situ Xuan, one couldn’t help but feel—they were re nouveaux riches, whereas Situ Xuan was the true aristocratic son!
Honestly, Cheng Juye, having been in business for so many years, had t all sorts of people. But he had never encountered soone like Situ Xuan, who left people dumbfounded at first eting.
Typically, no matter what the discussion is about, you first exchange pleasantries, sit down, have so tea, talk about business, and then gradually get to the point. That’s the correct process, isn’t it?
Although their main purpose today was to discuss Situ Xuan and Cheng Tingting, was it really necessary to be so blunt right from the start, giving no room for conversation? How was he supposed to talk under such conditions?
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