Chapter 35: His Mind Was Full of Jiang Su
Not long after Jiang Su arrived, Jiang Lichuan and Jiang Ying also arrived.
Looking at the lavish table of food, almost enough for a state banquet, they both showed surprised expressions.
They sat down on either side of Jiang Su, and without saying a word, looked at Jiang Su with a “you seem a bit off” look.
Jiang Su, caught in the crossfire, unconsciously sat up straight: “Second Sister, Sixth Brother, you…”
Jiang Lichuan was unhappy: “Call me Sixth Brother.”
Jiang Ying thought Jiang Lichuan was childish, rolled her eyes at him, propped her chin, and asked Jiang Su with a gentle smile: “Little Seven, what’s your husband busy with recently? You spent so much money to treat us to dinner, does he know?”
Although they usually consumed in high-end places, this meal was exceptionally extravagant.
The last time Jiang Su painstakingly tried to please them was to collect famous wines for Huo Qingyan.
This time, he wondered what he was trying to collect for Huo Qingyan that required such a large sum of money.
If it were ordinary wine or collectibles, it would be fine.
But this situation seemed to be more than just a small trinket…
“Yeah, does Huo Qingyan… know?” Jiang Lichuan’s mouth slipped again, almost saying the words “grandson.”
Although Jiang Lichuan seemed like an idle playboy, he was extremely shrewd at heart.
He and Jiang Ying thought the same thing, and felt that Jiang Su had something to ask them for regarding Huo Qingyan.
Among the Jiang family’s generation, almost everyone except Jiang Su was in business.
Jiang Su, who grew up among such a group of shrewd businessmen, could naturally not be bad.
Jiang Su also saw through Jiang Ying and Jiang Lichuan’s thoughts.
He felt a little self-blame.
In the past two years, how many brainless things had he done for Huo Qingyan, that his family, who had grown up together since childhood, thought he was asking for a favor, that’s why he treated them to dinner.
Jiang Su calmed himself down and said, “He doesn’t need to know.”
Jiang Lichuan: “Ah?”
Jiang Ying: “What?”
Both of them were completely baffled.
Jiang Su’s tone became more serious: “Because he and I no longer have any relationship, we’ve divorced.”
After saying that, he smiled, looking very relaxed.
Jiang Lichuan ignored Jiang Su and turned to ask Jiang Ying who was sitting on the other side: “Second Sister, do you believe it?”
Jiang Ying silently picked up her water glass to drink, using her actions to tell him: She didn’t believe it either.
Jiang Su: …
In their eyes, how much did he love Huo Qingyan?
Even though he had said it so clearly, they didn’t believe he had divorced Huo Qingyan.
Jiang Su had no choice but to take out his newly obtained divorce certificate to show them.
Jiang Lichuan took the divorce certificate and looked it over and over again, finally concluding: “It seems to be real.”
“Is it?” Jiang Ying was dubious and also took it to study.
At this time, Jiang Zhaoyu pushed open the door and came in.
“It’s true, Little Seven and Huo Qingyan are divorced, the divorce agreement was drafted by my lawyer for him.”
As the eldest brother, Jiang Zhaoyu was the most authoritative and convincing person.
Since he spoke, Jiang Ying and Jiang Lichuan naturally believed it.
Jiang Lichuan looked at Jiang Su for a moment, happy and at a loss for words, only managing to blurt out: “As expected of my good brother!”
Jiang Ying’s eyes lit up: “Little Seven, are you going to make a comeback? Come to Second Sister’s company, Second Sister will guarantee you’ll become a top star in the entertainment industry in three months.”
Jiang Su: “…”
A smile also appeared in Jiang Zhaoyu’s eyes: “Alright, let’s eat first.”
Jiang Lichuan took out his phone and shouted: “Don’t move yet, I’ll take a picture to post on my Moments.”
Everyone cooperated and let him take the pictures before eating.
Everyone else had already started to use their chopsticks, only Jiang Lichuan was still fiddling with WeChat.
Just a picture of the food seemed a little monotonous.
He looked at Jiang Su, who was eating and chatting happily with Jiang Ying, and secretly took a picture with his phone.
He put the two pictures together and posted a Moments update:
[Family gathering, a simple meal. (Picture) (Picture).]
As soon as the Moments update was posted, many people commented:
[This is called a simple meal?]
[This is the Qingyang Hotel, right? I’ve been trying to book this private room for three years and haven’t been able to! ]
[I can’t tell if Brother Chuan is showing off.]
[Small scene, just Jiang Lichuan’s daily life.]
[Who is the man in this picture? I need to know all his information within three minutes!]
A mutual friend replied to this comment: “Have some sense, will you? Brother Chuan said it’s a family dinner.”
The person who wanted the information replied: “Sorry, I disturbed you.”
…
Huo’s Group.
Zhou Fu carried a stack of documents into Huo Qingyan’s office.
After putting down the documents, seeing that Huo Qingyan was still looking blankly at a certain spot without reacting, he spoke to remind him: “Mr. Huo, these documents need your signature.”
Huo Qingyan finally came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to look at the documents Zhou Fu had brought in.
He frowned slightly: “Didn’t I sign these just now?”
Zhou Fu paused: “These are the ones you missed.”
He had been Huo Qingyan’s assistant for five years, and this was the first time he had seen Huo Qingyan so abnormal.
In the morning meeting, Huo Qingyan had been absent-minded, and although Zhou Fu felt a little surprised, he didn’t think much of it.
Huo Qingyan always acted rigorously and calmly, never making mistakes, but Zhou Fu felt that even the most capable people were only human, and it was normal to be absent-minded occasionally.
But he never expected that this was only the beginning.
The entire morning, the documents he brought in for Huo Qingyan to sign were either signed incorrectly or missed…
He couldn’t remember how many times he had brought Huo Qingyan’s missed documents back for him to re-sign.
Huo Qingyan expressionlessly picked up his pen to sign.
As soon as he wrote a horizontal stroke of the character “Huo,” the scene of Jiang Su asking him to sign the divorce agreement on that night of the second day of the lunar new year flashed through his mind.
He inexplicably felt some resistance to signing his own name.
But this wasn’t the worst; the worst was that as long as he thought of Jiang Su, he couldn’t help but think of everything related to Jiang Su.
The whole morning, his mind was full of Jiang Su.
Huo Qingyan’s face was grim, and he put down his pen: “What time is it?”
Zhou Fu hurriedly replied: “Almost twelve o’clock.”
Huo Qingyan stood up: “Let’s go out to eat.”
He felt unusually restless, and going out for a walk might make him feel better.
Zhou Fu was stunned before following him.
Usually, he ordered meals for Huo Qingyan and delivered them to the office, and only on very few occasions did Huo Qingyan go out to eat.
Zhou Fu followed Huo Qingyan to the restaurant where he often ordered food.
Huo Qingyan was taciturn, and at work, he wouldn’t say more than necessary.
Even more so outside of work.
Zhou Fu naturally wouldn’t go out of his way to chat with Huo Qingyan.
He took out his phone to browse his Moments, and quickly saw Jiang Lichuan’s eye-catching Moments update.
Even the calm Zhou Fu couldn’t help but let out a low “tsk.”