Rich Flowers Are Not Rich

The crystal-clear tea cup on the table is like fine mutton-fat jade. Chen Qingru holds the rim of the cup with her thumb and index finger of her right hand, and her ring finger against the bottom of the cup. The 'Three Dragons Protecting the Cauldron' brings the tea into her mouth. Qiao An took a seat opposite Chen Qingru, raised his hand to take off his hat, smoothed his long hair, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and looked at the inquiring gaze opposite him with a pair of smart eyes. When he received a call from Chen Qingru, Qiao An stayed up for more than half a month before getting ready to catch up on his sleep. Who would have thought that he was woken up by this call. Qiao An regretted that she should have turned off her phone and went to sleep. As for Chen Qingru, with just one look she understood why her son liked this girl. Those bright peach blossom eyes are really irresistible. Withdrawing her eyes, Chen Qingru sipped the hot tea and spoke slowly, "Ms. Zhao, do you know why I asked you out?" Zhao Qiaoan had a severe headache as she looked at the expensive sapphire shaking in front of her. Xu was finally able to truly relax after five years and let go of all her enthusiasm. She just felt extremely tired. So at the moment, Zhao Qiaoan really doesn't have the patience or physical strength to deal with this beautiful and noble rich lady. "Ms. Chen," she closed her eyelids, "you should be quite busy. If you have anything to say, just say it." Chen Qingru took a deep look at her. There was no flattery and enthusiasm as she expected, nor the humility and caution that she was accustomed to. The girl just sat opposite her calmly and generously. She was neither humble nor overbearing, but she looked a little tired. She thought about it for a moment, then took out a signed check from her handbag and put it on the table, "This is ten million." Qiao An glanced at it and felt his left eye twitching violently, "You're not going to say, take this money and leave my son, are you?" "You are very smart." She pushed the check in front of Zhao Qiaoan. At this moment, the body finally warmed up, and Qiao An showed his first smile since entering the door. That smile fell in Chen Qingru's eyes, and she felt it was very rare. She had a plain face, but she was still stunning, her skin was so white that it glowed, and the eyes under her long eyebrows were cold and aloof, but when she smiled, they were pressed down like a galaxy. Chen Qingru looked at it and felt that her son's vision had never been bad. She vaguely understood why Li Jiachen liked her. In fact, there is no shortage of beauties in aristocratic families, whether they are gentle or beautiful, and all of them are worthy of being in the hall. But in all these years, she had never seen anyone with whom Li Jiachen spent New Year's Eve, including investing and spending the night in the hospital. Just invest, and do it secretly, as if you are afraid of shocking the beauty. It really shocked her as a mother. Chen Qingru had never seen a human spirit before, not to mention that she had already torn through the little girl's information before coming here. But now she was sitting in front of her, so brave and quiet that Chen Qingru had forgotten the pain she had experienced and endured. There is such a woman in this era. Just like what the lyrics say, there is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent, who can charm a city with a smile, and a country with another smile. Qiao An picked up the teacup. The tea was still scalding hot, making it difficult to drink. Afraid of getting burned, she put the tea cup back in its place. Her white fingertips tapped lightly on the tea cup, and her smart eyes looked into Chen Qingru's eyes. "If Li Jiachen is the best tea in this cup, then the Li family in Shanghai is the scalding hot tea. Only good water can make good tea. But not everyone can bear to take a sip of hot tea, let alone drink it to the end. You see, I can't drink the tea in front of me." Chen Qingru was shaken to the spot by her words. Intention: If you bloom, the breeze will come.