allonlinenovel Chapter 433 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
Chapter 433 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
After Sirong had dinner at Mu's house, she asked Mu Chen to take her home.
As soon as she entered the door, Sirong took off all her clothes and took a deep breath of the air that was not filled with the smell of top-grade perfume and cigars, as if she was alive again.
Although acting was tiring, it was worth it when I saw the expression on Mu Yanting's icy face that almost broke.
The next day, Mu Chen was called to the office by his father.
Muchen stood at his desk, dressed in a smart business suit, his expression calm, more composed than usual. He knew that Mu's father would definitely look for him today.
Sure enough, Mu Yanting was leaning back in the large, high-backed leather seat, habitually twisting a cut but unlit cigar in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, and from time to time he raised his hand and unconsciously pressed his temples.
"Sit down." Mu Yanting raised his chin, his voice sounding a little hoarse, as if he didn't get enough rest, or as if he was choked by something.
Mu Chen sat down opposite as he was told, without saying anything more.
Mu Yanting was silent for a few seconds, as if trying to decide his words. Finally, as if he had finally made up his mind, he spoke slowly in a tone of indigestion, "The Miss Zhou you brought home yesterday...are you serious with her?"
Muchen's expression didn't change at all, but his eyes became more determined, and even had a hint of "sincerity" that was just right.
He sat up straight, looked into his father's eyes, and spoke clearly and steadily, "Dad, I'm serious. Didn't you always feel that Sirong's family background and vision were not worthy of our Mu family's status and future development?"
Mu Yanting's brows furrowed even tighter, his lips moved but he didn't say anything.
Mu Chen didn't wait for him to refute and continued, "You should also know about Yawen's family background.
Rubber, mineral finance and shipping in Southeast Asia are all core industries involved in their family.
In terms of being a perfect match, it is definitely the case.
Look at the several families you mentioned recently that have the intention of forming an alliance with us. Whether in terms of economic strength or the degree of internationalization…” Mu Chen paused slightly and did not point it out, but the meaning was very clear: none of them could compare to the Zhou family.
That’s right! The Zhou family’s background is impeccable!
"But..." Mu Yanting uttered a long sentence with a troubled tone, trying to find a reason.
"Her style... During the entire meal, she switched back and forth between Mandarin, English, and a few Cantonese and foreign languages that no one could understand..." His temples ached when he thought of that chaotic language bombardment.
"That style of doing things is completely Western! It's completely free-spirited!"
"Dad," Muchen's expression became somewhat helpless, yet with a bit of "doting" towards his girlfriend, he gave his father a way out just right.
"Yawen grew up abroad and received a completely elite Western education.
You know, those famous socialites who graduated from top private schools abroad all have their own personalities. She may be a little informal, but I can guarantee that she will respect you completely.
It’s just that the way of expression…may be more passionate and direct.”
Muchen perfectly portrayed the look of a man who was falling in love, his heart and eyes filled with Zhou Yawen.
Mu Yanting felt like he had swallowed a fly, unable to spit it out or swallow it.
He irritably threw the cigar into the expensive ebony ashtray, making a dull thud.
He actually wanted to refute his son, but the girlfriend that Muchen brought this time met all of his previous requirements.
When he advised his son to divorce, he said that he hoped Muchen's future wife would have a good family background and high education so that he could bring face to the family.
How can he tell Muchen now that he doesn’t like Zhou Yawen?
Finally, Mu Yanting leaned back heavily in his chair, as if he had exhausted all his energy, and raised his hand and waved tiredly.
His tone was filled with a dejected expression as if he had given up struggling: "Forget it...it's your own business, just keep it in mind!
It’s just… before you bring her back later… let her…” He couldn’t find a suitable word to describe the uncomfortable feeling that made him feel all over.
"Tell her to be a little more... aware of the occasion and proper manners!"
"I understand, Dad. I will remind her." Mu Chen agreed readily, with an almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth.
Before leaving, he did not forget to say a few words of comfort to Mu's father: "Don't worry, Dad, Xiaowen just returned to China, she will change slowly."
When Mr. Mu heard his son say this, he nodded with relief and said, "I hope so."
If Sirong were here, she would definitely tell Mu's father that you think too much.
Starting from the next day, Mu's father's nightmare... no, it was Miss Zhou Yawen's official "friendly visit" to the Mu family's old house that began.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Mu's father had some free time, so he stayed at home instead of going to the company. He was planning to drink tea in the study and look at the report.
The quiet Mu residence was suddenly shaken by the huge sound of the subwoofer! The glass windows seemed to be buzzing slightly.
Sirong changed into Zhou Yawen's appearance, drove a customized fiery red Ferrari convertible, and stopped at the door of the main house after roaring all the way.
When she got off the bus, she was holding a portable top-brand Bluetooth speaker in her hand, which was playing deafening electronic dance music at full volume.
The housekeeper's face turned pale as he tried to take the noise-making gadget from her hand, but she dodged it with an exaggerated dodge: "Don't touch my baby! This is my favorite DJ remix when Chenchen and I were dancing in Ibiza! It's super exciting!"
The housekeeper finally found an opportunity while Sirong was dancing and turned off the speakers like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
Otherwise I really couldn't hear what Sirong was saying.
The world was finally quiet, with only the buzzing tinnitus echoing in everyone's head and the butler's heavy breathing.
However, Sirong didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior.
She casually handed the silent speaker to a bodyguard with a stiff expression beside her, clapped her hands, and began pointing at the living room like a queen:
"Alright, alright! We can finally begin!
"Uncle housekeeper, hurry up! Get the servants moving!" She said cheerfully, with an unquestionable sense of command.
"Move this old-fashioned eight-immortals table to the corner! Yes, the one with the intricate carvings that looks so heavy! It blocks too much space! And this master chair? Put it in that corner over there!"
It's in the way, blocking my champagne tower! Also, put down the ancient paintings on the wall, they're blocking the light! Be careful not to damage them, although they probably aren't worth much.
She commented bluntly on the Mu family's antique furniture and artworks, directing them as if she were cleaning up a moving site.
"Miss Zhou...this isn't appropriate, is it?" The housekeeper had already signaled to the servant to go and ask Mu's father to come. "Mr. Mu..."