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Again with this charade.
Seduction, flirtation, sexiness, the common tactics of urban women to lure men, all that's left is to strip naked and stand in front of him.
He sneered, unmoved, but found the woman somewhat familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
With a smirk on his lips, he drove quietly, taking pleasure in the scenery around him.
The red sports car kept pace with him.
"President Leng, do you remember me? My father is Tang Beixiang… We've met before… My name is Tang Wanxin…"
It turned out to be the daughter of that Tang Beixiang whose company had completely tanked, owing a huge debt to his Leng's firm. Had Tang Beixiang fallen so low as to have his daughter step in? Ridiculous.
He gave the woman a cold glance and continued driving circles in the city center.
"I wonder if President Leng is free this afternoon to have coffee with Wanxin? I'm so lucky to have run into President Leng here today..."
This noisy woman, even circling around I can't shake her off!
He suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, his thin lips parting slightly: "If there is something important, say it now while I still have the time." Of course, he did this in consideration of her father's face.
Tang Wanxin followed suit and parked her car next to his, feeling a mix of emotions. This Leng Chenxuan was indeed as cold and handsome as she liked. And it seemed he had some connection with Yin Qianxue, which made it all the more thrilling for her.
She smiled coquettishly, her voice dripping with sweetness: "President Leng, all I wanted was to invite you for a coffee and a chat, I've heard so much about you from my daddy, President Leng really is extraordinarily handsome..."
Her eyes were silkily alluring, her voice becoming increasingly coquettish. Men always fell for her act, and she didn't believe Leng Chenxuan could resist her charms—unless he wasn't a man at all.
Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Leng Chenxuan indeed did not fall for her act. Leng Chenxuan was a man, but he was also a man of exceptional resolve.
He interrupted her coldly: "If there's nothing else, then don't waste my time!" Irritation filled his deep-set eyes.
This woman was simply the most hypocritical, the worst at acting, the dumbest he had ever seen. Looking at her any longer was an annoyance.
So, having coldly dropped that line, he started his car, stepped on the gas, and rapidly drove off.
Stunned by the rejection, Tang Wanxin stood there wide-eyed. As the man drove further away, her heavily made-up, pretty face turned a mix of green and white.
This was the first time a man had rejected her, especially after she had lowered herself so!
This man was insufferable!
Leng Chenxuan drove back to the Leng Family Mansion.
The Leng Family Mansion was located on Riming Mountain, not far from the city center. Originally, it was built here because the environment of Riming Mountain was quiet with excellent air quality, and the first-generation patriarch of the Leng Family decided to build the mansion there with the intent to let his descendants enjoy the tranquility that the bustling city lacked.
The mansion was almost large enough to occupy half of Riming Mountain. From here, overlooking the entire splendor of City A, indeed, it was a superb location.
As for him, due to work reasons, he simply bought a bachelor apartment near the company and only occasionally came back here to visit.
He honked the horn once, and the iron gate opened in response.
What greeted his eyes was a large expanse of precious shrubs, all neatly pruned by human hands. Next to it was a heaven of flowers, the flowerbeds not only contained a wide variety of exotic flowers and plants but also had small pavilions made of flower arrangements, artificial fountains, swings...
Among the flowers, an old man with gray temples was carefully pruning the branches.
Leng Chenxuan parked the car in the basement garage and then, taking his car keys, walked steadily towards the front door.
"Young Master, you're back. The master is in the garden," Aunt Chen, who was cleaning the living room, reported to Leng Chenxuan with a smile.
"Hmm," Leng Chenxuan responded indifferently and headed towards the second floor.
The mansion now seemed even quieter with Lingyu's trip to the Northern region today.
There were no signs of the masters of the house, only servants cleaning in and out.
But he was used to it.
He went skillfully towards the room at the end of the corridor, knocked lightly on the door, then called out solemnly, "Grandma."
Only after the response from inside did he turn the doorknob and walk in.
In the room, an elderly lady with white hair was reading a book through her gold-rimmed reading glasses.
Seeing him enter, she was surprised and pleased: "Chenxuan, you're back."
"Hmm." Leng Chenxuan walked quietly towards the old lady, his tall frame straight and impressive, radiating the charm of a mature man.
The old lady was Cheng Xiuhe, the current head mother of the Leng Family, now eighty-three. Apart from occasional heart troubles triggered by emotional agitation, she was in good health.
She watched her most beloved grandson with smiling eyes, took off her reading glasses, and said, "Chenxuan, you worked overtime all night at the company again, didn't you? Lingyu just called and said you didn't go to the airport to see her off..."
Leng Chenxuan sat down opposite Cheng Xiuhe: "I did go a bit late today, by the time I got to the airport, Lingyu had already boarded the plane..."
"Chenxuan, listen to Grandma, don't wear yourself out like this... You're not young anymore, find a good wife soon to take care of you... I happen to have pictures of a few girls, they all come from good families, and they're pretty, take a look..."
Cheng Xiuhe couldn't help but prattle on again, reaching for a stack of pictures next to her to give to her very satisfactory eldest grandson.
Her grandson, ever since taking over the company, had become a true workaholic.
She needed to find him a wife to manage him.
Leng Chenxuan did not seem impatient with his grandmother's repetitive talk, instead, taking her aged small hand into his, he said again: "Grandma, Chenxuan will surely make you a great-grandmother, so please don't worry about Chenxuan's affairs anymore and take good care of yourself."
Listened to his words, Cheng Xiuhe was overjoyed: "Chenxuan, have you taken a fancy to a girl? That's wonderful, bring her over some day for Grandma to see, and let's see which family's daughter caught Chenxuan's eye..." As she spoke, she clasped her grandson's hand, looking sweeter than if she had had a taste of honey.
Leng Chenxuan looked at his grandmother's joyful face and felt some words choke in his throat, unsaid.
Since childhood, it was Grandma who had taught and taken care of him. So in this house, the person he respected the most was his grandmother.
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