eurekapd Chapter 252 Who's your sister?
Chapter 252 Who's your sister?
Urged on like this, Zong Lanfang quickly lifted her leg and followed Yan Dong.
Thinking of something, he asked Yan Dong, "That sister?"
Yan Dong looked at her with a questioning gaze, "Who's your sister?"
Zong Lanfang exclaimed, "Isn't this the standard way people address girls? Don't you like it?"
Yan Dong shook his head. "I don't like it. It's too effeminate."
Besides, she already said that she and Zong Lanfang are not sisters at all; they are not on the same path.
How could such an open and honest woman become sisters with a woman who once tried to kill her own daughter?
He looked down on Zong Lanfang from the bottom of his heart.
If she weren't Elder Zong's daughter and Miss Song's biological mother, Yan Dong would never have given her a second glance.
Zong Lanfang guessed that Yan Dong had misunderstood her meaning, and the next second, she actually changed her address, "Okay, brother, let's go."
In the dead of winter, "..."
She really is!
He immediately retorted to Zong Lanfang, "I'd like to ask if anyone has said that your IQ and EQ are not quite right?"
Zong Lanfang exclaimed and looked at Yan Dong with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you being polite?"
No, how could this person be like this?
She has indeed been told that her IQ and EQ are not very high, but this only applies to her biological father and younger brother.
It's not to the point that someone outside of my family would point out such a problem.
Suddenly being told this by the harsh winter made her lose face, and she blushed slightly.
Instead of answering her question directly, he urged her, "Let's go, let's go."
Yan Dong watched her retreating figure and gently shook his head.
"Ah Fang, Ah Fang, we've given you all the chances."
Please don't let our Miss Song get hurt again.
A moment later, the elegant seats with lake views were filled with Elder Zong, Zong Lanfang, Song Beiyou, Yan Dong, and Uncle Chen.
Neither Elder Zong nor Song Beiyou had any distinction of rank; they had long regarded Yan Dong and Uncle Chen as family.
Five people ordered a large table of tea and snacks, which were served piping hot and fragrant, and looked and smelled delicious.
The dining table is a great place to ease awkwardness, especially when there is top-notch food on the table.
Old Master Zong sat between Song Beiyou and Zong Lanfang. When he said "Let's eat," the group started eating.
Song Beiyou picked up his chopsticks and placed a shrimp dumpling on his plate.
The crystal-clear skin was filled with plenty of shrimp and fresh bamboo shoots. The umami flavor exploded in her mouth, assaulting her taste buds, and she smiled with satisfaction.
Zong Lanfang, who had looked up, saw this and asked, "You like shrimp dumplings?"
Upon hearing this, Song Beiyou raised her eyes slightly and met Zong Lanfang's gaze. "Not bad."
Zong Lanfang followed up, "So what's your favorite food? I'll order it for you."
Song Beiyou's gaze fell on the five servings of steamed chicken feet in front of her. "Grandpa ordered all the ones I like."
Zong Lanfang, “…”
She was just wondering to herself if someone had presbyopia or something was wrong with them, but they actually ordered five servings of chicken feet.
She never expected that this person was her father.
Her father gave her double the amount because his granddaughter liked it.
this......
It wouldn't be appropriate for her to order more if she already has five servings.
He could only say something casual to get by, "Okay, let's eat then."
Song Beiyou nodded, "Take the chicken feet if you want, I can't finish them all by myself."
Zong Lanfang repeated, "..."
There's a sense of helplessness in having a conversation die.
The dining table fell silent instantly, except for the crisp clinking of chopsticks, spoons, bowls, and plates.
Old Master Zong genuinely felt quite troubled, but thinking about it, it was also quite interesting. His eldest daughter seemed to have made some progress, knowing how to order food for her eldest grandson.
......
At the same time, a land auction in Beijing attracted a large number of big players.
The plot of land being auctioned today is arguably the most promising and highest-appreciating plot in Beijing in recent years, bar none.
As a result, all the bidders present today are top-tier business tycoons.
Moreover, they are giant crocodiles from all over the world.
Not only are Chinese people interested in this plot of land, but even top-tier business groups from around the world have eagerly signed up and frozen their investments to participate.
Han Xinyue also attended today, representing the Gao Guo Han Group, which is one of the companies vying for the land plot.
Linda was sitting next to her.
Linda helped her analyze the current situation, saying, "If you want to gain a foothold in China, I think you have to acquire this plot of land."
Han Xinyue smiled at her, "You can't take it."
With Duan Yao around, how could they possibly win?
At this moment, Duan Yao sat in the first row, as always, radiant and dignified, receiving the admiring gazes of everyone.
Han Xinyue glanced at it a couple more times, then looked away.
Linda replied to Han Xinyue's earlier words, "It hasn't even started yet, how could we not win? We have to have confidence."
Ever since Linda heard from Han Xinyue that Han Zhenying's dying wish was to open up a commercial market in China, she has been very concerned about this matter and has been doing her best to assist Han Xinyue.
They had no idea that this was just a trap set by Han Xinyue.
Han Xinyue looked at Linda and said bluntly, "With Duan Yao around, we're probably all just there to make up the numbers this time."
Linda didn't reply, but shook her head slightly in disapproval.
Thinking that Han Xinyue's affection for Duan Yao was incurable, and that nothing was absolute, what if the Han family really did manage to win her over?
Han Xinyue sat there by herself, her gaze shifting, and she inadvertently met Bai Jingcheng's eyes in the first row on her right.
Bai Jingcheng's face was full of amusement as he sized up Han Xinyue.
The moment Bai Jingcheng noticed Han Xinyue's discomfort, he mouthed, "She really does look like Song Beiyou."
If you hadn't told me, I would have really thought you were her.
Tsk tsk tsk! "
Seeing this, Han Xinyue felt even worse.
She turned slightly to the side and asked Linda, "When can Bai Jingcheng disappear?"
She was not at all at ease with this ticking time bomb, and wished he could disappear from her sight immediately.
Linda said calmly, "Don't worry, it'll happen today."
She had already arranged for people to go down there, and was just waiting for the deadline to arrive.
A quick calculation shows it's today; all we can do is wait patiently for good news.
Han Xinyue listened and felt a little better.
Soon after, the auction began. The auctioneer went on stage, explained the land parcel to be auctioned using professional terminology, and then struck the gavel to start the auction.
It must be said that the competition in these commercially valuable land auctions is fierce, with all parties raising their bids without any regard for the amount.
Yan Li, representing the Duan family consortium, has already made two rounds of bids, and each round of bids has significantly widened the gap between them and their opponents.
Many people at the scene panicked, but Bai Jingcheng remained calm.
He picked up the plaque from his assistant Xu Meng, intending to quote a price himself.
Unexpectedly, just as he raised his hand to speak, a sharp pain shot through his heart, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted from his mouth.