novellhall Chapter 104 Zhou Ye’s cold face
Chapter 104 Zhou Ye’s cold face
After the conversation abruptly ended, the atmosphere in the carriage was like a string on a musical instrument that had been suddenly released.
As the car drove along the overpass, the soundproof panels on both sides receded one by one, and the afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps between the panels, flickering across Zhang Ruonan's face.
She said nothing, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Zhou Ye sat down next to her and stopped talking.
Her expression was calm, but that calmness was like thin ice on the surface of water.
Liu Haocun remained quietly seated in the back row by the window, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his gaze slightly lowered.
She has a natural talent for minimizing her presence when the atmosphere is delicate.
Only Tian Xiwei continued talking to Wang Zi'an.
She leaned on the armrest and chatted about everything from the hot pot she had for lunch to the differences between Beijing and Sichuan hot pot, from hot pot to the first time she ate sesame balls as a child and burned her tongue, and from sesame balls to what style of video she wanted to shoot tomorrow.
Her bun swayed with the rhythm of her speech, her voice crisp and sweet, like a small hammer constantly tapping on the invisible ice in the carriage.
Wang Zian responded to her while driving, his tone as steady as usual, occasionally letting out a soft laugh when she made him laugh.
But he glanced at the three silent faces in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Fortunately, we arrived at the airport quickly.
Wang Zian parked the car in the temporary parking area at the departure level and took Nan Jie's suitcase out of the trunk.
The small silver-gray carry-on suitcase gleamed subtly in the afternoon sunlight, and the handle made a crisp metallic sound when it was pulled out.
Zhou Ye stood to the side, his arm linked tightly with Zhang Ruonan's, his lips slightly pursed, his gaze fixed on the suitcase, lost in thought.
Tian Xiwei and Liu Haocun had already entered the waiting hall.
Liu's mother's flight was about to land in less than half an hour, so Xiao Tian pulled Hao Cun to the arrival gate to wait.
"Let's go." Wang Zian smiled at Sister Nan.
The three people walked into the waiting hall.
The cool air from the air conditioner and the announcements came together, and the electronic display screen above my head was scrolling through information about the flights I was about to board.
Sister Nan took the luggage, took two steps toward the boarding gate, and then turned around.
Her gaze lingered on Wang Zi'an's face for a moment, then on Zhou Ye's, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
"I'm leaving now! You two, take care."
When she said "doing well," she winked at Zhou Ye.
That blink was short, but it was full of meaning.
Zhou Ye watched as Sister Nan's swaying ponytail disappeared into the crowd at the boarding gate, while the hand that was holding Sister Nan's arm still hung in mid-air.
The glass doors to the boarding gate closed, blurring Nan Jie's silhouette into a pale blue light and shadow through the frosted glass.
Zi'an turned her head and looked at Zhou Ye's profile. "Let's go. Let's go find Hao Cun and the others; her mother will be here soon."
Zhou Ye turned his gaze away from the direction of the boarding gate.
She turned to look at Wang Zi'an, and the lingering reluctance and tenderness in her almond-shaped eyes were instantly replaced by a colder emotion the moment they met.
She didn't say a word, not even twitch her lips, just let out a soft hum through her nose, then turned around, put both hands in her skirt pockets, and walked towards the exit without looking back.
Dew! Here we go again!
He knew that chasing after him to explain anything now would only add fuel to the fire.
He put his hands in his pockets and strode after him.
When the two of them arrived at the domestic arrival gate one after the other, Tian Xiwei and Liu Haocun had already found Liu's mother.
Mrs. Liu was wearing a dark gray short-sleeved top and black trousers, with her hair simply tied up at the back of her head.
She looked older than Tian Xiwei's mother; time had left its mark on her face.
Between her brows and eyes, there was a weariness that Xiaotian's mother had never seen before.
However, Liu Haochun was very happy. Holding her mother's hand, she looked up and kept talking.
She spoke much faster than usual, her braids swayed gently on her shoulders, and the faint smile on her lips had never disappeared since she met her mother.
Oda stood to the side, and surprisingly, he kept talking too.
"Aunt Liu, you've arrived."
Wang Zian stepped forward and bowed slightly.
His voice was soft and steady, carrying a natural respect from a junior to an elder.
Liu Haochun's mother turned around and looked at Wang Zian, her eyes immediately scanning the man.
From clothing and appearance to behavior.
However, it must be said that Wang Zian has a very good image and temperament. In the eyes of his parents, he is the kind of well-mannered and reliable child.
This is the boy who spent nearly 20 million yesterday.
She mentally went over the number again.
A faint smile appeared on her face, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes tightened slightly. "Hello."
"My name is Wang Zi'an. I asked Hao Cun to invite you. The contract needs your personal review."
Wang Zian stepped aside, making way for Zhou Ye, who was standing half a step behind him. "This is Zhou Ye, one of the founders of our company."
When Zhou Ye heard "one of the founders", a polite and appropriate smile quickly appeared on his face.
That smile was completely different from the coldness she had shown in the car earlier.
"Hello, Auntie! My name is Zhou Ye!"
Hello, hello.
Liu's mother's gaze lingered on Zhou Ye's face for a moment longer.
The girl was wearing a simple white dress and had no makeup on, but her good bone structure was undeniable.
Her voice was clear and crisp when she spoke, and her teeth were neat and white when she smiled. She was clearly a child from a wealthy family who had been well raised since childhood.
Liu's mother thought to herself: These kids all seem to come from well-off families, no wonder they can do such big things on their own at such a young age.
The thought of her daughter working with these people in the future finally eased the tension that had been building up inside her since last night.
"Let's go back first! This isn't the place to talk!"
At this point, Wang Zian turned to Xiaotian and asked, "Xiaotian, when is your mother coming back?"
"She messaged me at noon, saying she'd be coming over at 3 pm, and she'd be bringing my Aunt Hong with her!"
"Okay!" Wang Zian turned to Liu's mother and said, "Auntie, a lawyer needs to be present when the contract is signed."
If you need, I can introduce you to someone.
Mrs. Liu gently shook her head. "No need! I already had someone arrange it before I came."
Wang Zian didn't ask any more questions and gave her the address of the coffee shop downstairs in the apartment complex.
Later, he drove out of the airport with Liu's mother and the three girls.
The car was parked in the community's visitor parking space.
When Wang Zian led them into the coffee shop, Zhou Ye walked in front and naturally nodded to the barista behind the bar after pushing open the glass door.
She's a regular here, and even has a VIP card.
They booked the innermost private room.
A long, rectangular table, its dark wood grain gleaming warmly under the yellow light.
Wang Zian and Zhou Ye were sitting on one side of the table, with Wang Zian's lawyer, whom he had arranged to meet in advance, next to them.
The man Zhang Yiming introduced him to was a young man wearing frameless glasses, with his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and the cuffs buttoned up meticulously.
On the other side of the table sat Liu Haocun, Tian Xiwei, and their mother.
Each of the two mothers was seated next to a lawyer. Next to Tian's mother was her old classmate, Aunt Hong, who was wearing a dark uniform from the court system and had her hair perfectly styled. Next to Liu's mother was a middle-aged male lawyer in a dark gray shirt, with his briefcase at his feet and a pen in his hand, doing the final checks.