TRMLCM Chapter 90

Chapter 90: The Smurf Account is Useless

Chapter 90: The Smurf Account is Useless

Night falls, and the city lights begin to twinkle.

The prosperity of City S is self-evident, as countless brilliant lights demonstrate.

Bathed in the warm-colored light, the car was rather quiet. Cheng Hua sat upright, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses somewhat absentmindedly. Beneath the transparent lenses, one could see his gentle eyes.

His eyes were deep, as if a myriad of emotions were contained within their profound depths. Even a casual glance revealed a focused and earnest gaze, though the dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed the fatigue from his recent hard work.

His sharp eyebrows furrowed as he clutched the activity proposal he had hastily grabbed from the company, stuffing it into his briefcase. His expression was irritable, and his tone was somewhat displeased.

“Dad, why isn’t Xiao Yi invited to Uncle Wang’s banquet?”

The black luxury car cruised steadily. The interior lights were on, but the lighting was still a bit dim. He couldn’t see very clearly, and after flipping through a few pages roughly, he stopped and frowned even more, turning to look at the man beside him.

The man beside him leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed, resting. He didn’t speak, only his arm resting on the car door armrest moved, his fingers tapping rhythmically.

Seeing his evasive silence, Cheng Hua understood everything.

His hand holding the proposal couldn’t help but clench the paper’s edge, his thin lips pressed tightly together. He turned his head to look at the constantly changing road ahead, unable to help but scoff, laughing out of anger.

“Stop the car.”

His tone was calm, with a sharp, unyielding edge like a drawn sword, brooks no refusal.

However, the car’s speed didn’t decrease at all. The driver in the front seat gripped the steering wheel, quickly glancing at the middle-aged man with closed eyes in the rearview mirror, his stern face hesitant.

Seeing this, Cheng Hua’s face darkened, and his mood worsened.

He had been working diligently during this period, taking over Cheng Fu’s work and staying up countless nights for the company’s future development, working from the moment he opened his eyes each day. What was it all for? It was so these two could reconcile and sit down to have a good chat.

As a result, he was worrying about everything, while the two involved parties were doing well, one pretending to be good for a few days and then running off to who-knows-where to fool around again, and the other stubborn as a mule, caring about his own pride and refusing to bow his head.

Cheng Hua “…”

Cheng Hua’s brow twitched uncontrollably. He felt that with such unreliable father and brother, and him caught in the middle, he would be angered to death sooner or later.

Big brother is silent, big brother wants to give up.

Perhaps he should learn from his mother. Look at how good her attitude is; she’s over fifty, yet she spends her days making tea, arranging flowers, and feeling relaxed and at peace, her posture still graceful, without a single white hair.

…

The atmosphere in the car, which had been fairly calm and pleasant, suddenly plummeted. The air conditioner working ‘huff and puff’ seemed to have lost its effectiveness. Expensive and gorgeous evening gowns couldn’t block the cold, biting chill of winter, but the two wearing them seemed long accustomed to not being affected at all.

“Huff…” Cheng Fu exhaled lightly, his fingers stopped moving, and he lifted his eyelids. First, he spoke to the somewhat uneasy driver in front, “Old Zhao, no need to stop.”

Hearing his biggest employer speak, the driver, Zhao, in the front suddenly felt a great sense of relief and relaxation. He concentrated on the road ahead and drove attentively.

Cheng Hua sat quietly and didn’t say anything.

He was just caught up in a fit of anger and temporarily lost control.

His distinct fingers stroked the string of dark-colored Bodhi beads on his wrist, his breathing evened out, and his turbulent heart became as still as a waveless lake, unable to stir even a ripple.

Cheng Fu looked at his self-controlled and prudent demeanor, not rushing into anything, and satisfaction couldn’t help but show in his eyes. He felt very proud inside.

This was his most outstanding son!

From childhood to adulthood, Cheng Hua had been so outstanding that he never had to worry about him. Those of his business partners who also had children studying at that noble school had so much face when they were discussing business.

Cheng Hua was his pride!

Speaking of which, these two sons of his, Cheng Yi, was actually more like him.

His eldest son, Cheng Hua, was outstanding, and his appearance was humble and polite, seeming cold and unapproachable, but he was not suited to be a businessman.

He didn’t value profit and was too concerned about emotions.

Familial affection was like that, friendship was also like that,

Love… (omitted)

Chasing trends for profit, you can’t see anything in the shallow social circle, but on his private green bubble, there are only a dozen or so friends.

Apart from family accounts, the rest are accounts with whom he has a close relationship with, whether they are brothers who get along well, or friends who have grown up together since childhood.

He really plays with people, a phone call to borrow more than 50 million said to borrow, although it is his own assets, but Cheng Fu was still slightly shocked when he heard it.

And Cheng Yi, there are many brothers around him, every day it is either drinking, games, or attracting cats and dogs to race luxury cars, whoever has something to do, will call him to have a party.

He seems to care about emotions, can say a few words to anyone, and gets along well with everyone, but sometimes he will flash and suddenly disappear for a month or two, go abroad to play by himself, ski, climb rocks, and see the scenery. During this period, let alone brothers, even his own family may not make a phone call.

Compared to emotions, he cares more about his own emotions.

Cheng Fu used to think that his youngest son was good, whether his youngest son was domineering, arrogant, or whatever.

The family business does not need him to inherit, although he is noisy, he will pay attention to the boundaries himself and will never embarrass his family.

He didn’t expect that when he grew up, when his wings hardened, he would give him a big one.

Cheng Fu was so angry that he couldn’t finish talking about it in three days and three nights, but he could only digest it himself, and finally had to accept reality.

Forget it, whatever.

Cheng Fu leaned back in his seat, lying even flatter than Cheng Hua.

…

“The company is to be handed over to you. You are now trying to feel what it’s like to manage it yourself, so you won’t be in chaos when you officially take office.”

Cheng Fu scratched his head with a silly smile, trying to clear himself of his sins with a few words.

The honest face, the rough but gentle voice, the exhortation and entrustment, the tone of utmost trust, are a big pancake for a green boy who has just entered society.

However, in the eyes of Cheng Hua, who has been contaminated by the evil spirit of the fame and fortune circle for several years, this is a piece of inexplicable waste paper, and he will not only not divide a little bit of attention when he passes by, but will also dislike it for blocking his view.

However, his dark eyes still softened a little.

He tilted his ear and listened respectfully.

“Hey, your brother he… um…”

Cheng Fu smacked his lips, and the eloquent mouth that used to be able to speak well was now rarely hesitant. The words behind were really too hot to handle, and he couldn’t say them.

“… Anyway, he has something to do, and he won’t be in City S these two days.”

Cheng Hua said lightly: “Hmm.”

He roughly guessed.

“Uh, I had agreed with your Uncle Wang before.”

Hauling out someone who was busy with work made Cheng Fu feel uneasy and a little guilty, but when he thought about it, he was his dad, and how could a son not listen to his father? The stiff body slowly relaxed, and the entanglement along the way seemed completely unnecessary.

“This blind date banquet, if your brother can’t go, then you go.”

“You’re almost thirty years old, and it’s time to start a family. When you were younger, your mom and I didn’t push you, just thinking you should pick and choose carefully…”

As Cheng Fu spoke, he thought of what his youngest son had picked and chose in his heart, and he became angry. The honest expression cracked open, his back teeth clenched tightly, and the more he spoke, the more he felt there was nothing wrong with it.

The smurf account is useless, so you have to catch the main account and practice.

“The young lady from the Wang family just came back from studying abroad and is a Ph.D. or something. She is gentle, cheerful, reasonable, and intelligent, only three years younger than you, well-matched with our family, and just right for you.”

Cheng Fu carefully recalled what his friend had said when introducing her, and turned to tell Cheng Hua one by one.

Cheng Hua was not interested in these things and found it a bit boring to listen to. He summarized the passage.

Outside the car window, the scenery sped by.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his mind working quickly, slowly recalling the contents of the proposal.

——Just go through the motions later.