Huo Yuanzhou’s attitude was firm. Wei Chun knew better than to keep pressing, so he shut his mouth and decided to wait for a better opportunity to bring it up again later.
Oh. Wei Chun did not dare to pester him further. He peeked up at him secretly and asked, Then can I make another request?
You can. Huo Yuanzhou had no intention of sitting down. He held the suit jacket he had just taken off in one hand. I have a business engagement tonight and need to leave immediately. Once you’ve thought about what you want, contact Cheng Yu and have her pass the message to me.
With that, he turned around to leave.
Wei Chun hurriedly caught up to him. Wait a second
Is there something else?
Yes. Under his cold gaze, Wei Chun licked his lips in embarrassment. Um, who is Cheng Yu?
Huo Yuanzhou remained silent for two seconds. …I’ll have her contact you.
Okay.
So he ran off without even eating dinner?
Xue Wenxi spoke without pausing his chewing, stuffing a freshly torn chicken leg into his mouth.
The Huo family chef possessed exceptional culinary skills. The chicken skin was crispy and springy, while the meat was tender and juicy, bursting with flavor with every bite. Xue Wenxi gorged himself, barely able to lift his head.
Yeah, he left. Before I could even finish what I was saying, he mentioned a business engagement and just bolted.
By this afternoon, Wei Chun had already learned Xue Wenxi’s identity. He was the child of Huo Yuanzhou’s maternal cousin, a junior medical student who had been dumped at the Huo household by his biological father during the summer break to be disciplined.
Since Huo Yuanzhou was absent and the servants had their own dining hall, only Wei Chun and Xue Wenxi were left at the main dining table.
Wei Chun was a picky eater who was also trying to maintain his figure. He picked at the dishes on the table, took only a few bites, and then started playing with his chopsticks, leaving Xue Wenxi as the only one seriously feasting.
Picking at your food is a bad habit, Xue Wenxi advised out of professional medical ethics as he glanced at Wei Chun’s bowl. Picky eaters don’t grow tall.
Wei Chun raised his eyelids, shot him a look, stood up, and walked a full circle in front of him without saying a word.
Xue Wenxi immediately shut his mouth.
Yesterday, both of them had been sitting down, so neither had noticed Wei Chun’s height. Today, standing close together, Xue Wenxi realized with a broken heart that despite having the face of a swole, rugged guy, he was actually shorter than Wei Chun.
Seeing him go quiet, Wei Chun did not bother rubbing it in and simply circled back to sit down.
Do you think his engagement was real or fake?
Does it matter?
Doesn’t it?
It’s fine, I guess. Xue Wenxi swallowed the chicken meat, thought about it for a moment, and said, Isn’t a husband who only gives you money and never comes home the absolute dream life for humanity?
He is not my husband. Wei Chun fiercely defended his single status and purity. He only wanted to use Huo Yuanzhou’s influence to secure a business partnership and then return to his own home; he had no interest in joining the Huo family. You two are relatives anyway, shouldn’t you care a little about your cousin-uncle’s whereabouts?
Am I not caring right now? Isn’t asking about his love life a form of care?
Xue Wenxi muttered inwardly. Before his dad dumped him here, he had repeatedly nagged and instructed him that his primary mission was to monitor his cousin-uncle’s mental health and love life. If possible, it would be best if he could push the person the Xue family favored onto Huo Yuanzhou as a wife.
However, he obviously could not tell Wei Chun about this matter.
After muttering to himself, Xue Wenxi took another look at Wei Chun. Comparing Wei Chun’s looks with the person his father favored, he instantly felt that his mission was bound to fail.
Sigh, brother, why do you have to look so breathtakingly gorgeous?
Now when he recalled that other person’s appearance, he unconsciously compared it to Wei Chun. The eyes were too round, the bridge of the nose was not high enough, and the facial structure was not smooth enough…
Xue Wenxi let out a heavy sigh. Before meeting Wei Chun, he had thought the person his dad chose was quite pretty and that his uncle might actually take a liking to him. But after meeting Wei Chun, that was no longer possible, the baseline standard had been raised way too high.
What is wrong with you?
Wei Chun rolled his eyes at him. Is it my fault that I look good? If you have time for that, why don’t you try remembering who that Cheng Yu actually is, and whether she’s easy to get along with?
Young Master Wei Chun, Assistant Cheng has arrived.
Speak of the devil. Wei Chun had just been interrogating Xue Wenxi, forcing him to recall which one among Huo Yuanzhou’s executive assistant and secretary team was Cheng Yu, when the servant came over to announce that Assistant Cheng had already arrived.
Wei Chun had not expected her to arrive so suddenly. Woah, that was fast. I haven’t even prepared myself yet.
What are you preparing for? Shouldn’t she be the one preparing? Xue Wenxi put down his chopsticks. You are the future boss’s wife, after all.
Get out, get out, get out, get out. Wei Chun was still thinking about whether he could start with the assistant to keep track of Huo Yuanzhou’s whereabouts, making it easier for him to pursue him later.
So he stood up, intending to make an effort to build a good relationship with the newcomer to facilitate future inquiries.
Hello… It’s you!?
The female assistant peeked out from behind the servant with a beaming smile. Young Master Wei Chun, we meet again.
Wei Chun had not expected her to be an acquaintance, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Cheng Yu, it’s actually you.
Yes. The female assistant blinked. After all, my first name isn’t ‘Assistant’ and my last name isn’t ‘Cheng’, so of course I need to have a proper full name.
She cracked a harmless joke to lighten the atmosphere before continuing, The boss asked me to bring over the car keys. It’s a newly purchased Porsche that will be delivered to the garage tomorrow, making it convenient for you when you go out to have fun.
Don’t use formal honorifics with me, we’re already so familiar. Besides, I don’t really like Porsches. Knowing that she was an acquaintance, Wei Chun spoke much more casually. His eyes darted around, and he asked Assistant Cheng, Can I request a swap? I want a Bugatti.
While hanging out previously, he had been overtaken by a Bugatti on a suburban road. Wei Chun had wanted a Bugatti right then and there, but before he could nag his sister enough for her to agree to buy him one, trouble struck. Now, on a sudden whim, he decided to squeeze a luxury ride out of Huo Yuanzhou.
Of course. I will ask President Huo for you right away.
Assistant Cheng worked with swift efficiency. Upon agreeing, she immediately sent a text message to Huo Yuanzhou.
President Huo: Let him do as he pleases. Satisfy his requests as much as possible.
Cheng: Understood.
Assistant Cheng gave Wei Chun an ‘OK’ gesture. President Huo agreed. I’ll take you to the garage later to see if there is one available. If not, we will buy a brand new one.
Awesome! Wei Chun could not wait. Let’s go check it out right now.
The treatment for a future wife really is on another level. Xue Wenxi popped up from behind, his eyes practically turning red with envy. He had also wanted a sports car to drive out and play before, but let alone buying him a new one, even asking to borrow a car from the garage resulted in a cold, ruthless rejection from Huo Yuanzhou.
Assistant Cheng smiled at him as well. Young Master Xue, if you manage to pass your driver’s license exam, President Huo might agree to your request to borrow a car.
Wei Chun looked at him in disbelief. Wait, can red-green colorblind people study medicine?
Second-generation rich kids never lacked cars in their families, so they usually took the driver’s license test as soon as they turned eighteen to conveniently drive out for entertainment they did not want their families knowing about.
Unless he was red-green colorblind, Wei Chun could not think of any reason why Xue Wenxi would not have a driver’s license.
Ugh… Xue Wenxi’s face flushed bright red. Do you even know the four ways to turn a steering wheel?
I don’t know that, but I do know the four ways to write the character Hui. Wei Chun patted his shoulder. It’s alright, brother. Red-green colorblindness accounts for about seven to ten percent of the population. Look on the bright side, tens of millions of people are sharing your pain. Hang in there, I’m off to pick out my car.
Get lost! You’re the one who’s colorblind!