No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Chapter 22 Running away from home
port area.

A white shirt, a high-waist A-swing skirt with the hem of the shirt tucked into the skirt, small sandals with cat ears on her feet, and a Winnie the Pooh computer bag on her back.

Her hair was tied high into a ponytail, and she looked very neat and tidy.

Just after getting off the plane, Qiao Mengyu locked onto Xi Yu's location, which was in a high-end restaurant in the port area.

Come to think of it, Shao Rongqian must be there too.

She was from Hong Kong who ran away from home, and because she refused to marry the Fu family, she had a falling out with Qiao's second child.

"Master, go to Wugang Restaurant." Qiao Mengyu got into a taxi and said.

The driver turned his head and glanced at her, started the car, and chatted while driving: "Little sister came to the port area alone?"

Very poor Mandarin, different from Shao Rongqian's, just barely understandable.

"My friend is waiting for me at Wugang Restaurant." Qiao Mengyu said defensively.

I'm afraid that what happened at the dock last time will happen again.

"Then your friend must be very good!" the driver said again.

Qiao Mengyu didn't understand what he meant, so she pursed her lips and remained silent, for fear that she would be cheated.

"You can't have a few Wugang restaurants. It's not a place that ordinary people can afford. It's a membership system, and ordinary people don't have the guts to eat there!" the driver explained.

Listening to the broken Mandarin, Qiao Mengyu began to feel troubled again. From what this meant, she might not be able to go in to find Shao Rongqian.

"Hey, that's not right. I passed by the Wugang restaurant this morning and saw that it was packed. It must be some important person who wants to eat there. Miss, it can't be your friend?" The driver continued to gossip.

Qiao Mengyu smiled and nodded, pretending not to understand what he said, but she was basically sure in her heart that Shao Rongqian should be at the Wugang Restaurant.

So the question is, how is she going to find him?

Or wait for Shao on the only way?
I'm afraid it won't work to touch porcelain again, the key point is that her small body can't bear it either.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of Wugang restaurant.

Contrary to imagination, there are no resplendent tall buildings, nor luxurious facades. The entrance of Wugang Restaurant is just a small door, which looks a bit winding.

Qiao Mengyu took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and met the smiling face at the front desk.

"Miss, I'm sorry, the restaurant is not open to the public today." Very polite tone, very standard Mandarin.

"I'm looking for...Mr. Shao." Qiao Mengyu tentatively opened her mouth, and subconsciously tightened her hand holding the backpack.

She is very unfamiliar with the port area, far less comfortable than in Beijing, and even speaks cautiously.

"So you are Mr. Shao's guest, please come with me." The lady at the front desk smiled friendly and made a gesture of invitation to Qiao Mengyu.

Qiao Mengyu was surprised, let in so easily?
Don't even ask a question?
She didn't know that in the port area, no one dared to impersonate Shao Rongqian, let alone rush to death.

When the front desk lady heard the word 'Mr. Shao', she naturally didn't ask any more questions.

After bypassing a two-meter-wide corridor, I really entered the restaurant. It really is a unique, very open place, with all kinds of flowers and plants, artificial mountains and flowing water.

It is completely unimaginable from the outside, but there will be such a large space inside, and the scenery alone is as big as a football field.

Between the mountains and rivers, there is a tea table of huanghuali wood, with a chair next to it, and an exquisite tea set on the table, with backflow incense on the side of the tea set, and the refreshing taste can be smelled from a distance.

Qiao Mengyu suddenly thought of "Peach Blossom Spring", which probably depicted such a scene.

The lady at the front desk smiled, and from time to time made a gesture of invitation to Qiao Mengyu: "Miss, this way."

Bypassing a rockery, the sound of the rushing 'waterfall' fades away. In the depths of the 'land of the hermits', there is a half-person-high seat surrounded by bamboo.

Through the sparse bamboo poles, Qiao Mengyu vaguely saw the familiar figure from behind.

A pure black satin shirt, with trousers of the same color underneath, and the hem of the shirt is tied in the belt, still showing the indifference and alienation carved into his bones.

The elbow of his right hand rested lightly on the table, and a thin cigarette between his fingers was flickering inadvertently. The white smoke that floated up filled his resolute side face, as if coating him with a layer of mystery.

As he got closer, Qiao Mengyu became nervous instead, not daring to get close, but stood far away, holding the strap of his schoolbag tightly with both hands, like a cautious elementary school student.

The lady at the front desk reported respectfully and skillfully: "Mr. Shao, your friend has arrived."

After the words fell, the man seemed to pause for a moment, then turned slightly sideways, crossed the half-enclosed bamboo wall, and looked in Qiao Mengyu's direction.

When the calm sight came into contact with the clean and fair little face, Shao Rongqian frowned emotionally, but quickly withdrew his gaze, took a leisurely puff of the cigarette, and exhaled a white puff of smoke circle out.

Bringing people here, the young lady at the front desk owed her body and left.

Song Wensheng, who was opposite Shao Rongqian, poked his head over, saw that it was Qiao Mengyu, immediately smiled and waved, and said hello in Mandarin: "Niece, it's you!"

Qiao Mengyu hurriedly showed a trademark smile, and greeted Song Wensheng: "Hello."

He was talking, but he was still standing there, not sure if he was afraid, Shao Rongqian didn't speak, he was a little afraid to walk over.

"Come and sit down, there are no outsiders, just me and Brother Qian." Very standard Mandarin.

The Song family is a respectable family in the port area, they have always been on good terms with the Shao family, and Song Wensheng has a good relationship with Shao Rongqian, so they are not so restrained.

What's more, Song Wensheng was born familiar, especially with beautiful women.

Qiao Mengyu had a small smile on her face, but she honestly didn't dare to move her feet, and looked at Shao Rongqian with a pair of fox eyes.

Song Wensheng was amused: "Brother Qian, your uncle is so strict that even your niece dare not come if you don't say anything."

Shao Rongqian lowered his eyes slightly, his face was a little cold, he just breathed out a smoke ring calmly, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you come to the port area again?"

Obviously the voice was not high, or even intonation, but Qiao Mengyu could hear Shao Rongqian's displeasure.

She immediately lowered her head, like a primary school student who made a mistake: "I... ran away from home..."

Shao Rongqian flicked the cigarette ash and laughed in his heart, the kid was so courageous that he even dared to run away from home.

That's right, it's not uncommon for dogs to run away from home when they see the second generation patriarch.

"Brother Qian, don't be so fierce, you've scared the girls out."

While Song Wensheng was talking, he had already stood up and walked towards Qiao Mengyu.

Song Wensheng was wearing a cotton and linen casual T-shirt with black slacks underneath. He walked up to Qiao Mengyu, bent down and looked down at her, with a sunny smile on his clean face.

"Don't be afraid, brother Qian just looks fierce." Song Wensheng was talking, and his slender big hand had already grabbed Qiao Mengyu's wrist, pulling her towards the private seat.

(End of this chapter)