As soon as Wei He's words came out, everyone was stunned to the spot.
Zhao Wanwan's expression changed from gloomy to sunny. Her slender and delicate fingers covered her mouth as she laughed tenderly. Her voice was soft and charming. "Child, what are you doing standing there foolishly? Come and thank your father. "
"Thank you, Father. I will work hard." Wei Yuhui's eyes lit up. He said happily, "This way, Xiao Zhe and I can help each other in the future." His words were tactfully telling Wei Zhe that he had no intention of snatching the company from him.
As for how he felt? Who knew?
Who did Wei Zhe hate the most in the entire Wei family? It was undoubtedly Wei Yuhui.
When he was young, Wei Yuhui's appearance made his mother depressed. He was the proof that Wei He had an extramarital affair. When he grew up, Wei Yuhui seduced his younger brother and led him to betray him. He was like a pest that was everywhere, but Wei He couldn't kill him with one slap.
Wei He's previous inquiry was to send Wei Yuhui to his side and let him train him to be his right-hand man. Wei Zhe's rejection showed that there was no possibility of cooperation between him and Wei Yuhui. Wei He chose to send him to the Wei Clan in the end, which was equivalent to setting up a target and enemy for Wei Zhe.
Wei Yuhui didn't understand the logic behind this. Zhao Wanwan was even more so. She had been raised by Wei He since she was 18 years old. She had never worked and only knew how to please men. When to smile? When to cry? When to be gentle? Let men love her more.
Wei Zhe was in the limelight now and had the support of the Wei and Yan families. Who in B City dared to not give him face? Those who had an invitation naturally came with it. Those who didn't tried their best to sneak in with others, hoping to be recognized by a group of big shots.
Zhao Wanwan appeared as Wei He's female companion tonight. Her smile was graceful and noble. Even though there were fine lines on her face, it did not diminish her charm.
Wei Zhe, who was dressed in a black suit, mingled in the crowd. He was only 18 years old, but he was as mature as an old fox in the business world. His words, conversation, and knowledge were all amazing. Thinking of their own children, the group of people felt helpless.
Comparisons were odious indeed.
Wei Yuhui wasn't bad either, but with Wei Zhe's glowing body around, how could anyone see him?
As a child of the Wei family, Wei Rourou had fair skin, beautiful features, and elegant temperament. Even though she was an illegitimate daughter, she was still flattered by many young masters from ordinary families. They all wanted to be on good terms with the Wei family to pave the way for their future.
People came and went around. Wei Zhe chatted with the crowd for a while, then found a secluded sofa and sat down. His long and narrow eyes swept across the crowd, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. This group of old foxes saw that he was young and wanted to coax him into investing in a group of lousy things. Really …
"Hello, may I sit here?" A light and pleasant female voice sounded from beside him.
Wei Zhe looked up and saw a young girl about 10 years old. Her face was as clear as spring water, and her skin was creamy. Her snow-white dress wrapped around her curvy figure, and her long black hair fell on her shoulders. She was pure and charming.
"Suit yourself." Wei Zhe coldly looked away. The seat the woman pointed to was opposite him. It was her business whether she wanted to sit or not.
"Hello, I'm Song Wenhua." She introduced herself and went straight to the point. "Does Mr. Wei have a girlfriend now?"
Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows. This woman was still as straightforward as she was in his previous life. In his previous life, Song Wenhua had approached him at his 25th birthday party, hoping to marry him through business. She would help him secure the Wei family, and he would help her get the Song family.
Wei Zhe didn't think for long and agreed to marry a woman who was ambitious, bold, and sensible.
After all, he wasn't young at the time, and he needed a female companion to attend parties. Instead of looking for someone outside, it was better to settle down with a woman who was good in all aspects. But now … the man's cold eyes suddenly softened, and there was a sweet and careful gentleness in his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, I have someone I like."
"What a pity." Song Wenhua clicked her tongue and raised the glass with her jade-white fingers. She took a sip of the champagne in the glass and said with a teasing tone, "Your appearance fits my taste perfectly. It would be great if we could be together."
"You should say that among everyone here, I'm the only one who fits your criteria." Wei Zhe exposed the woman's thoughts without hesitation.
The woman laughed coquettishly, but her dark eyes were cold and sharp. "Why do you have to be so heartless? There's no romance left. "
"Compared to romance, the Song family is what you want, isn't it?"
The woman stared at the man in front of her for a few seconds and suddenly sighed. "If possible, I really want to marry a smart man like you." Although she said it was a pity, she didn't show any expression on her face. She pushed a black and white business card in front of Wei Zhe. "Let's be friends!"
Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows and handed his business card over.
The Song family was in politics, and the old master of the family valued sons more than daughters. He wanted to raise his disappointing son. However, in the future, no one would have thought that the soft-looking woman in front of him would be the one supporting the entire Song family. Wei Zhe naturally didn't mind being on good terms with her.
***
It was late at night. After a noisy banquet, only silence was left in the room.
Wei Zhe picked up his coat and put it on. He glanced at Zhao Wanwan and Wei Yuhui's excited expressions and sneered in his heart. He said to Wei He, "I'm going home."
Wei He had drunk some wine and was excited. He waved his hand and said with a straight face, "It's already so late. Stay here."
"No need." Wei Zhe shook his head firmly.
Wei He didn't need to use his brain to understand why Wei Zhe wanted to return to that small apartment. Wasn't it because of Wei Jing? Whenever he thought of this child, he felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat. However, the son he cared about the most doted on him.
Tsk!
His gaze turned and landed on Wei Yuhui. Since he couldn't do anything to Wei Zhe, wouldn't it be better to make Wei Jing voluntarily stay away from Wei Zhe …?
When Wei Zhe returned to the apartment, it was already late at night. He turned on the lights in the living room, and the warm yellow light illuminated the silent room. His gaze was attracted by the two drawing boards next to the sofa. The drawing boards were leaning against the edge of the sofa, and their backs were facing Wei Zhe. He casually flipped one over and saw the painting that he had seen last time.
This was Wei Jing's painting for the oil painting competition? Wei Zhe reached out and was about to flip the other one over …
"Brother, you're back."
The young boy with delicate eyebrows was wearing light blue pajamas. He was rubbing his eyes and hugging a pillow as he looked at him.
Wei Zhe frowned and quickly walked over to pick him up. He rubbed the little boy's exposed feet and said, "Why aren't you wearing shoes? What if you catch a cold?"
"It's okay. It's just a few steps." Wei Jing shook his head and smiled softly and sweetly. "Hey! Brother, are you looking at this painting? " He pursed his lips and said dejectedly, "Someone said that my painting didn't look like me. Brother, you also said that it didn't look like me. What exactly is it?"
It was a tongue-twister, but Wei Zhe immediately understood.
"Do you understand?" Wei Zhe blinked and pointed at his cheek. He said shamelessly, "Kiss me and I'll tell you."
At this moment, Wei Jing was in Wei Zhe's arms face to face. Wei Jing glared at the young man with his round cat eyes and kissed him under the latter's half-smiling gaze. After the kiss, he said angrily, "Now you can tell me! If you're wrong! Hmph ~ ~ "
Wei Zhe's heart melted at the last two syllables. She sounded so arrogant that it made Wei Zhe's heart melt.
"Come, I'll show you." Wei Zhe was very strong. He carried the child with one hand and took the painting with the other into the studio. "Get me some black paint."
Wei Jing looked at the young man suspiciously and said in disbelief, "You want to draw?" He hesitated and said, "Forget it!" He liked this painting very much and didn't want to give it to his brother as a test subject. _ (: з 」 ∠) _
Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows and said gently, "Good boy, trust me."
Okay! Since his brother had said so, what else could he do? Of course, he had to forgive him. Wei Jing thought in despair and handed the paint to Wei Zhe.
Because Wei Jing loved to draw, Wei Zhe also dabbled in this field. If it was any other painting, he wouldn't dare to do it. But if the person in the painting was Wei Jing? Who could draw a more realistic picture than him?
With a light stroke, he drew a line at the corner of the eye … The originally 'wooden' child in the painting suddenly 'came to life'. His black eyes seemed to have broken pieces of light, pure and seductive.
Wei Jing blinked and blinked again. "This … is me?"
"Yes." Wei Zhe nodded.
"Nonsense, I'm not so … so …" He couldn't say it. He only felt that the person in the painting was more attractive than him.
"My little idiot." The young man leaned over and kissed the child's hair. His voice was low and deep as he said dotingly, "You're more attractive than the person in the painting."
Wei Jing … Wei Jing secretly blushed.
It was already late. Wei Jing still wanted to look at the painting, but Wei Zhe forcefully sent him to the bedroom and told him to sleep. He even threatened, "If a child doesn't sleep, he won't be able to grow tall in the future. He'll be a little shorty …"
Height had always been Wei Jing's sore spot! They were both twelve years old, but Xu Jiahui and Chubby Boy were both taller than him … Damn it! He had already been reborn. Couldn't he have reached puberty earlier? Sad QAQ.
While the two were pushing and pulling, a white card fell out of Wei Zhe's coat pocket. Wei Jing picked it up and looked at it. The name on it made him shiver — Song Wenhua.
His brother's fiancée in his previous life.
It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head on a hot summer day. Wei Jing sobered up from the tipsy atmosphere. He silently stuffed the card back into his brother's coat pocket and smiled obediently. "Okay! I'm going to sleep. Brother, you should rest early too! "
He had to be a good boy. Otherwise … he would be abandoned by his brother.
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