After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 7 You are not involved in everything!
Xie Zhang seriously pushed away the paperweight in front of him without even looking at him: "The Xie family has raised children for outsiders for more than [-] years. When you insisted on keeping Kang Xue at home, I can turn a blind eye to it." Eyes, but now she can't even hold on to the most basic bottom line of being a human being."

Xie Jianheng could hear the meaning in the old man's indifferent tone.

He didn't intend to let Kang Xue enter Xie's house again.

"Dad, you also know that Kang Xue's physique was very poor when she was a child, and Hui Lin could barely fall asleep by holding her every day. After taking care of and nurturing the child for more than ten years, I finally told her that it was not my own..." Xie Jianheng paused , and said: "After Qingsu came back, Huilin almost suffered from depression. Her partiality was because she couldn't get out of this misplaced blow. And you have made up for Qingsu enough. "

Xie Zhang raised his head suddenly, his eyes were terrified and cold: "What? Blame me for giving her the shares and the old house of Xie's family?"

"of course not."

Xie Zhang paid no attention to him anymore, holding the Wanli blue and white multicolored brush pen in his hand, and wrote on the rice paper as thin as a cicada's wing, his handwriting was vigorous and powerful.

Xie Jianheng was silent for a moment, he knew that the old man didn't like to be disturbed when he was studying calligraphy quietly.

But it is rare for him to come back. Recently, various strata within the Xie Consortium have been fighting openly and secretly. He has too much worry about standing in the top position, and he really doesn't have more time to deal with trivial matters at home.

Now that we are here, we still have to settle Xie Kangxue's matter first.

It can't really let her be rejected by the old man.

Xie Jianheng was about to speak again, but suddenly he heard someone knock on the door.

Turning his head, he suddenly saw Xie Qingsu walking in.

Xie Jianheng's eyes were sharp in an instant, and he looked at her without any father-daughter affection.

Xie Qingsu didn't seem to see him, and went straight to the old man's desk after entering the door: "Grandpa."

The old man raised his head, and his eyes fell on her calm face with sharp scrutiny: "What happened to you today?"

"It's nothing, that person just ate seafood sashimi before coming here today." Xie Qingsu said with a normal expression, "Maybe he was too emotional, talked too much nonsense, and was thirsty, so he drank half a glass of lemon with high-vitamin C tablets. water."

Xie Zhang didn't speak after hearing this, but Xie Jianheng frowned in disbelief.

"This is about food poisoning? Where did you learn these things that harm others and not yourself?" Xie Jianheng expressed his serious dissatisfaction as a father: "If you don't learn the good things, it's useless to learn these things?"

Xie Qingsu didn't give him the slightest look, and seemed to feel that his words were superfluous, but due to his father's status, he had no choice but to respond in a perfunctory and cold voice: "What is useful?"

"Even if you pick one of the things that Kang Xue learned in elementary school, it's good for you to cultivate yourself." Xie Jianheng frowned: "You have the nerve to come in and disturb your grandfather when he is practicing calligraphy. You have nothing to do with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

Xie Qingsu looked coldly at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the old man's desk, without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, Kang Xue's soft pen calligraphy works in the past few years have been praised by the representatives of the Provincial Association, and they are still hung on the exhibition wall. Her Go skills have become more and more refined in the past two years. Dad, you are always a Playing chess with people is also boring, wait for her to come back to play chess with you?" Xie Jianheng changed his way to coax the old man.

Xie Zhang is notoriously fond of classical Chinese culture. Although he is still the master behind the Xie Consortium, he is almost semi-retired.

Xie Zhang would occasionally meet some domestic calligraphers in his spare time, or collect those out-of-print ancient chess records, and study those exquisite chess games. Even if no one at home can play chess, he simply played against himself, just as proud It's fun.

In order to please the old man, Xie Kangxue gave up the western culture that has been popular in recent years, such as horse riding, fencing and violin, and has been studying these classical Chinese cultures since she was a child.

Calligraphy, Guzheng, Guqin, architecture, landscape painting, Go... Xie Kangxue has not missed any of them, and every year on the day of the old man's birthday banquet, he will give the old man enough surprises.

"Last month, I heard from Hui Lin that Kang Xue found a broken page of an ancient chess record from a friend, and studied it for a few days, waiting for the opportunity to try playing chess with you." Xie Jianheng said Xie Kangxue. The dissatisfaction on the Internet disappeared in an instant, and there was no hidden preference in the words.

"Really?" Mr. Xie dabbed the ink in the inkstone calmly: "She still has time to study these things? I thought she only wanted to talk to her brother-in-law every day."

Xie Jianheng choked for a moment. The old man's words were too thorough, and he couldn't hold back for a while.

"Qingsu, it just so happens that your father is here today, so you can make an appointment with him to visit the company someday." Mr. Xie suddenly mentioned this sentence, and then made the final payment steadily.

Xie Jianheng understood when he heard this sentence.

He wanted Xie Kangxue to enter this family again, but the condition was that he could not prevent Xie Qingsu from entering the company.

He even asked him to bring her in himself.

"Okay." Xie Qingsu responded.

She was quite patient with the old man, and at the same time, looking at the words "Aspirations are high" written by him, she was quite like everyone.

Xie Jianheng didn't speak immediately, whether it was the company or various dinners where he needed to bring his family, he always only brought Xie Kangxue.

The gap between the two daughters is very different.

One is that the upbringing of the family is excellent everywhere, and every time they are taken out, they can be praised by the elders, or secretly promised by many rich and noble sons.

And the other grew up in an ordinary family, attended public general schools, surrounded by mostly low-end working-class people, and the atmosphere around him was inferior.

It would only be embarrassing to take it out.

"Jianheng?" The old man didn't hear his answer, so he called out to him. This voice sounded emotionless, but he suppressed his voice with an undeniable majesty.

Xie Jianheng said coldly: "I can take her around the company, but you also took her to the board of directors not long ago. Qingsu was still a little stage frighted at the time, so even if I go now..."

"Everyone needs time to exercise. If you don't get used to it the first time, it may not be the second time." Mr. Xie said, continuing to hold the pen and was about to write the signature.

He suddenly looked at Xie Qingsu: "Come here and help grandpa see, where is the most appropriate place to put this inscription?"

Since Xie Qingsu was looking at those pens and ink just now, his eyes were neither cold nor cold, like a knife in its sheath, and he didn't intend to do anything.

But when the old man told her to go over, she directly bypassed the large desk and went to the old man's side.

"The position of the signature and inscription is just right here." She said lightly, and at the same time pointed to a blank space on the left side of the rice paper, and then glanced at the blue and white brush in the old man's hand.

It can be seen that the pen holder is an antique, and it is a rare good thing with the top-quality brush below it.

Although Xie Qingsu didn't say much, Xie Zhang saw that she seemed to be very knowledgeable, and suddenly smiled, and handed the pen to her: "Would you like to have a try and help Grandpa write the signature on it?"

"Dad, Qingsu doesn't understand these things, you don't need to force her to try, don't ruin your good handwriting." Seeing that Xie Qingsu dared to take up the pen, Xie Jianheng reminded her not to overestimate her abilities .

(End of this chapter)