He clearly understood that grandma really wanted to hold a great-grandchild, and desired to see him take a wife and have children.
But, he did not want to marry, perhaps never in his lifetime.
These were words he could not bring himself to say to grandma.
That was why he had signed that agreement with Yin Qianxue, hoping that the child Yin Qianxue bore for him could offer grandma some comfort.
Moreover, doctors had said that although grandma appeared healthy, due to her advanced age and her heart condition, she was actually at constant risk of life-threatening danger.
So he kept his words lodged in his throat, quietly observing the old woman's delighted face.
"Chenxuan, quickly go tell your father the good news, so we can arrange a time to meet with the other party..." His silence was seen as compliance in Cheng Xiuhe's eyes.
She was even more overjoyed, already somewhat impatient to meet the other party.
She had great faith in her grandson's judgment. Chenxuan was handsome, and their Leng Family was a prestigious clan, so the girl that Chenxuan liked was unlikely to be far off the mark.
Could it be the girl in the photo in Chenxuan's room? She guessed to herself.
Last time she unintentionally discovered a couple's photo in Chenxuan's room, in which Chenxuan was hugging a short-haired girl, both laughing with great joy.
Seeing the intimate demeanor of the two, anyone with a discerning eye could tell the nature of their relationship.
Thus she looked at her grandson's sharply contoured handsome face, her eyes smiling.
If the other party was that short-haired girl, she would be very pleased.
Although the photo was taken five years ago and the faces of Chenxuan and the girl looked somewhat youthful, the girl's large eyes already had a sharp outline.
She lay in Chenxuan's embrace laughing, but could not hide her keen and efficient aura.
Cheng Xiuhe greatly admired this type of girl: independent, strong, and capable, surely she would be Chenxuan's wise partner.
Looking at the girl's clothing, she guessed she was at least a rich heiress, someone suitable for their Leng Family.
Yet, after five years, why hadn't Chenxuan brought her to meet them?
This, was certainly not just because of Chenxuan's detached nature, right?
The corners of her smiling eyes gradually revealed a faint trace of suspicion.
Leng Chenxuan looked at Cheng Xiuhe's smiling face, ignored that trace of suspicion, and said, "It's too early for that now, let's not tell him yet. Let's wait until Chenhao returns to the country..."
Cheng Xiuhe's eyes dimmed instantly, "Chenxuan, you still refuse to forgive your father. Even if he did many wrong things back then, he is still your father, and besides, it has been such a long time..."
"In this life, I, will, never, forget, the hurt he brought to us!" Leng Chenxuan's eyes sharpened, filled with a coldness that cut to the bone, making Cheng Xiuhe's heart skip a beat.
"Chenxuan..."
With an indifferent glance, Leng Chenxuan stood up: "Grandma, Chenhao called to say he might return to the country in the next few months... Now that Lingyu is not by my side, you must take good care of yourself, I need to return to the company now..."
"Have a meal first..."
"No, there are many matters waiting for me at the company..."
"Alright then, you go." Cheng Xiuhe initially wanted to persuade her grandson further, but seeing his resolute and cool expression, she said no more.
Leng Chenxuan then walked out of Cheng Xiuhe's room with composed steps.
He did not go to his own room but headed straight for the garage.
Once his car had driven out of the Leng Family Mansion, in the midst of the sea of flowers, Leng Minyang set down the pruning shears, his weathered face full of agony.
Yin Qianxue, holding her resume, stood in front of the Leng Group's skyscraper, her heartbeat quickening.
If she could work at Leng Group, she could establish a foothold in City A after giving birth to that man's child.
Once she had settled in, she could also bring grandma from the small fishing village to take good care of her.
Therefore, she had to seize this opportunity.
For this interview, she had dressed carefully.
Natural and enchanting eyebrows, thick and long eyelashes, eyes as clear as autumn water, and lips unadorned yet crimson... She had just applied some foundation to cover the shadows left from the previous night.
A white stand-collar blouse concealed the kiss marks on her neck and collarbone; a purple tight-fitting pencil skirt outlined her slender waist and perky round bottom; a pair of creamy white, shapely legs stood out from under the tight skirt, alluring; a pair of three-centimeter-high skinny-heel sandals showcased her crystal-clear feet.
Her waist-length hair, lightly curled at the ends with a curling wand, naturally and charmingly fell around her shoulders.
All of these, she had learned from magazines, the attire of a workplace beauty.
This way, she also appeared more mature.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the splendid hall.
"Excuse me, miss, are you here for the interview?" asked the receptionist with delicate makeup politely.
Qianxue nodded, noticing a flash of admiration in the receptionist's big eyes.
"Then please head to the third elevator on the left, to the human resources department on the 18th floor," the receptionist said with a smile.
Qianxue bowed slightly and gave the receptionist a shallow smile in thanks, then walked towards the elevator the receptionist had pointed out.
There was already a group of women waiting for the elevator.
Every woman was dressed to the nines, with exquisite makeup, sexy attire, and carrying a thick resume.
She walked over quietly, and the women's gaze shot over, sizing her up from head to toe.
She politely returned a faint smile to them and then watched the jumping lights of the elevator indicator.
In fact, at that moment, her heart was filled with nothing but nervousness. She was scared.
Because no matter how excellent she was, she had a disability.
She could only clutch her resume tightly, silently cheering herself on.
No matter what, she could not let herself be defeated first.
When she reached the 18th floor, she was the last one in line.
The interview hall was semi-transparent; the interviewees could be seen from outside but not the interviewing officer.
Watching woman after woman walk out of the door, and observing their expressions of joy or sorrow, Qianxue felt a sweat grip in her palm.
Several hours later, it was finally her turn.
She knocked on the door and upon hearing a deep male voice from inside, she pushed the door and entered.
There were three interviewers, with two men around forty on either side. The youngest sat in the middle, wearing a white Prècis shirt with a striped tie, eyes closed as he rubbed his brow.