Reborn as the youngest son of a chaebol, let's get to know his sister-in-law!

Chapter 39 Shocked!

The two came to a seat by the window, spread out cushions, and began to eat.

At this time, some people around couldn't help but peek at Mao Xianmin.

A white shirt on the upper body, a ponytail, and a silk bow, as fresh and fresh as possible.

Many bachelors also compared themselves with Chen Daojun.

"Although he looks very handsome, I can't see what he can be attracted by such a girl..."

"I'm so envious."

"Ah, enough is enough for you, look at other women in front of your girlfriend!"

Chen Daojun usually eats on time at 06:30, but today it was postponed for more than an hour. At this time, he just wants to eat.

"Ouba, eat slowly, don't choke."

Mao Xianmin didn't know when Ouba yelled so naturally, he thoughtfully took out the juice and unscrewed it for him, and at the same time he didn't forget to put ham sausage from his rice cake pot for Daojun.

"You gave me all the food, what will you eat later?"

"I'm not hungry, I've been losing weight lately at night."

Mao Xianmin smiled softly.

Chen Daojun nodded, this meal is not rice cakes, but sentimental.

He found that Xian Min was staring at him all the time, and asked her curiously, "Why are you staring at me all the time?"

Mao Xianmin blinked: "Ouba, I want to fall in love!"

Chen Daojun stopped his chopsticks slightly, these words can be advanced or retreated.

Chen Daojun pretended not to understand: "There are so many boys chasing you around you, isn't it easy to fall in love?"

Mao Xianmin raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers: "But those are not my style."

"Then what kind of type do you like?" Chen Daojun felt that this question was difficult to answer, so he could only ask again.

"I like it." Mao Xianmin clasped his hands, as if he was really thinking about it: "I like sunshine, handsome and caring."

Chen Daojun smiled, put down his chopsticks and said reproachfully:

"I asked you what type you like, but I didn't ask you to say me."

Mao Xianmin gave a "puchi" smile, her beautiful eyes rolled, and her cherry lips parted slightly: "Then why don't I talk to you like this."

"Oh, if you meet me, let me introduce you." Chen Daojun continued to drag, pretending not to understand.

"But, Oppa, it's hard to find someone like you."

Mao Xianmin had a regretful expression, as if he really felt sorry for not being able to find a boy like Chen Daojun.

Chen Daojun smiled: "Hey, there is no absolutely perfect person in this world, and I also have many shortcomings."

Mao Xianmin smiled like a little fox.

"Ouba, let me ask you, do you often ask girls out at night?"

There seemed to be curiosity in her eyes.

"Um, it seems that you are the only one." Chen Daojun thought for a while before giving the answer.

"Then what do you think is the difference between chatting at night and during the day?"

Mao Xianmin hesitated, bit his lip and asked.

"I think chatting at night will have more atmosphere, just like you look at me and I look at you."

Mao Xianmin smiled, she lowered her head and took a sip of the juice, it was sweet!

Then she raised her head and asked, "Did Ouba like many girls?"

"No!" Chen Daojun replied firmly.

"Really, I don't believe it." Mao Xianmin pursed his lips and smiled, but shook his head quickly.

This chick is so good at teasing, Chen Daojun looked at her directly not to be outdone: "Really, if I lie, I won't look straight into your eyes sincerely."

Mao Xianmin's eyes were a little erratic, she lowered her head and smiled, but raised her head again: "But, I don't see sincerity in your eyes."

"Then you look again?"

Chen Daojun suddenly approached her, both of them could clearly see each other's eyes, the distance was not more than an inch.

"Like, yes?" Mao Xianmin avoided his eyes: "What kind of girl do you like?"

Chen Daojun distanced himself a little, and looked straight at her: "I like it, don't you know?"

"I don't know." Mao Xianmin covered her mouth and smiled.

Chen Daojun pointed his index finger at Mao Xianmin, his eyes were piercing, and he paused on purpose.

Mao Xianmin buried his head down, his mind was blank, and he seemed to have an inexplicable expectation.

"Your bangs are messed up."

Seeing that the heat was about the same, Chen Daojun stretched out his hand and pulled Mao Xianmin's bangs aside.

After finishing Mao Xianmin's bangs, Chen Daojun picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

However, Mao Xianmin's body froze in place.

There was a tinge of red on the base of the ear.

"Oba, what does this mean..."

Mao Xianmin's mind was confused for a while.

After eating, they took a taxi to Gangnam District.

On the way, Mao Xianmin leaned against the window, happily introducing some interesting things about Jiangnan District to Chen Daojun.

"Ouba, do you still remember the address I left you at that time? I've been waiting for you to come and play with us, this time I'll show you the door, don't forget it!"

"Well, I won't forget."

Mao Xianmin's family lives in a small manor, with [-] listed on the house number.

Although the area of ​​the manor is only one-fifth of the size of Chen Yangzhe, the chairman of Shunyang Group, it is one of the most luxurious houses in Qingtan Cave.

"Ouba, come with me, my father knows you are coming, he is coming from the study."

Mao Xianmin went upstairs to change clothes, leaving Chen Daojun alone in the living room.

Smiling and watching the girl leave, Chen Daojun looked around.

Although he controlled 0% of the shares of "Xiancheng Daily" through layers of cross-holding and various means, he became the largest shareholder of the daily.

But Chen Daojun always handles the work with his subordinates remotely, while he himself is in a hidden state.

Later, Mao Zhicheng didn't know if he would ask questions.

He doesn't want to meet Mao Zhicheng now, there are many things that are difficult to say and many things are difficult to do.

"Ouch, Daojun, Xianmin's savior, is here!"

Mao Zhicheng warmly greeted him all the way down the stairs.

"Hi, uncle!"

"I haven't seen you in 6 years, but I'm still so polite. Sit down, you don't have to be so polite here!"

Mao Zhicheng, who has always been adhering to the promotion of traditional culture, sat in the main seat in the living room wearing a traditional cold suit, and the servants at home brought tea and fruit on a tray.

"Well, Daojun has grown up, he is really tall and handsome, he just transferred to another school with Xianmin's classmate, right?"

Mao Zhicheng seemed to be in a good mood, with a very gentle attitude, just like an ordinary parent doing homework.

"Yes, Qingtan Middle School is a very good modern school, I want to improve again here!"

"Okay, this is a positive learning attitude!"

Mao Zhicheng took out a piece of watermelon from the fruit plate and handed it to Daojun, then pinched a purple grape and put it to his mouth. Seeing that the young man in front of him was neither humble nor overbearing, he nodded slightly and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart.

"Daojun, are you from Shunyang Group?"

Mao Zhicheng naturally knew the truth a long time ago, but for some reason, he never told his two daughters.

"Is it Shunyang Group? Then we are really destined, "Xiancheng Daily" has a lot of shares..."

"Abba, didn't you say that you are going to talk about work, why did you start again?"

Mao Xianmin went downstairs with his skirt in his hands, but he didn't hear it at first. He thought that Mao Zhicheng was going to talk about work again, and he seemed rather displeased.

Mao Zhicheng doted on his eldest daughter very much, so he could only change his words when he saw this: "From now on, I will ask Daojun to take care of Xianmin at school..."

"Father, they are all classmates. You make me look like a child when you say that."

Mao Xianmin gave a little reproach.

What's the matter, I'm the class monitor, Ouba is just a freshman who just transferred to another school, so if you have to take care of him, you have to take care of him.

"Hahahaha..." Being stunned by his daughter at home, Mao Zhicheng, who was known for being strict and cautious in the daily newspaper, could only cover up his embarrassment with laughter.

Next, because everyone is very talkative, chatting, chatting very happily.

An hour later, Mao Xianna hadn't come back yet.

Chen Daojun asked casually: "Where is Xianna, why didn't you see her?"

That little girl with a sweet smile must be a "sweet girl" when she grows up.

"You're talking about Xianna. She is in a boarding school for noble girls. The school spirit is very strict. It's not that she can't come back on weekends."

"Oh, that's a pity. It's getting late, so uncle, I'll go home first, so I won't disturb your rest."

"Daojun, more guests are welcome!"

The corridor design of Mao Zhicheng's house was complicated, and Chen Daojun went in the wrong direction.

"Oh, it's the wrong way, I'm going this way, I'll take you there!"

Mao Xianmin covered her mouth and snickered, and led Daojun all the way to the door. As soon as she opened it, she almost bumped into someone outside the door.

"The prosecutor handles the case, please cooperate with us!"

It turned out to be a dozen or so prosecutors, all in suits, leather shoes and white shirts.

The leading prosecutor compared the photos in his hand, and went straight to Mao Zhicheng: "Mao Zhicheng, the president of "Xiancheng Daily", right!"

"I am, what do you want to do?"

"We are Prosecutor Cui Zhixiao from the Special Search Division [-] of the Seoul Zy District Prosecutor's Office. After investigation and evidence collection, Mao Zhicheng, the president of "Xiancheng Daily", is suspected of tax evasion. This is an arrest warrant, action!"

Cui Zhixiao picked up the arrest document stamped with the bright red court stamp and waved it in front of him, and handcuffed Mao Zhicheng directly.

"No, you can't do this, my father is not that kind of person!"

Mao Xianmin grabbed a prosecutor's arm, his eyes were red, Chen Daojun put down the cat cage, grabbed her wrist, and shook his head seriously.

Chen Daojun and Mao Zhicheng said at the same time: "Xianmin, calm down!"

There are so many prosecutors in front of them, it is obvious that they came prepared.

Don't you see, even the prosecutor went to Shunyang to search the bottom of the sky, no one dared to control, let alone the president of "Xiancheng Daily".

The situation is unclear now, and if the prosecutors are prevented from handling the case, unknown culpability will increase.

Mao Zhicheng was taken away after all, and when he got into the prosecutor's car, he only said one sentence: "I'm fine, Xianmin, it's about time for you to go out for a walk!"

Watching the prosecutor's special car leave, Mao Xianmin chewed on Mao Zhicheng's words repeatedly, but still couldn't understand it.

"Ouba, what do you mean by my father's words?"

"Do you have the habit of going out for a walk at night?"

"no!"

"That's right, he should tell you to find the person you need to find, you should go for a walk, that is, you have to go out to find it now, hurry up!"

Chen Daojun thought that this should be the meaning. In front of the prosecutor, how could Mao Zhicheng tell someone to go out to find someone.

"Look for the person you should be looking for...what is the person you should be looking for..."

"Of course it is someone who can save your father, and this person must have great power and a deep enough background!"

Mao Xianmin bit her lip and remained silent for a while, then suddenly rushed into the living room, picked up the landline and made a call. After explaining a few words, she picked up her handbag and came out.

"Ouba, I asked Kim Chung-suk, the vice-president of the newspaper, to drive over to Apgujeong. Would you like to drop by? If you drop by, I will give you a ride?"

Apgujeong, isn't this the address of Yangxinzhai?
Considering that it was the opposite direction to go to Qingtan Cave, Chen Daojun shook his head.

"And you, where are you going? Does your father have a good friend?"

"As soon as the news of my father being taken away by the prosecutor spreads, the stock price of the newspaper will plummet all the way. Oppa, do you know who owns the largest share of the newspaper?"

"I don't know!" Chen Daojun suddenly panicked.

"My father told me that the largest shareholder is Chen Daojun, the son of the president of Shunyang Group, Chen Runji!"

"Ouba, my father has always taught us to do business properly. It is impossible for him to make mistakes in places like tax evasion. The most urgent thing is to rescue my father as soon as possible!"

Mao Xianmin's eyes were full of determination: "Although there is no more information about this person, I will definitely find him and convince him!"

(End of this chapter)