I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 598 How can I bow my head and serve the powerful?

In addition to Su Chengyi, the person who obviously learned about this situation for the first time was Wei Pelan, who had been sitting silently on the other side.

She knew that Chu Qingmian wanted to go to a public middle school after graduating from elementary school, but she didn't know that her real purpose was to be a classmate of Su Chengyi.

If she had known it then, she would never have agreed.

Chu Qingmian has been well-behaved and obedient since childhood, and seldom does anything against his family's wishes. If you think about it, this is probably the first time he has to change schools.

Things probably started to become difficult from that time, Wei Peilan thought, it was really a single misstep that would lead to eternal regret.

If the possibility of their knowing each other had been cut off from the root, there wouldn't have been so many troubles later.

Moreover, it was true that she had cared too little about Chu Qingmian since she was a child.

From the perspective of other family members who actually do not have such a close relationship, most of them have already heard of Su Chengyi, and have long realized that the "my classmate" that Chu Qingmian often mentioned must be of great significance to her.

Only I, as a mother, who should know the most about this matter, know nothing about it.

After all, it seems that it is also my own fault?
Wei Peilan's face turned pale as he thought of this.

No, when it comes down to it, it was Chu Qingmian's own fault.

She has clearly understood her responsibilities since she was a child, and knows how many high hopes her family has placed on her, but she is still trapped in the shackles of emotions and remains as childish as ever for ten years.

Wei Peilan always believed that everything she and Chu Yuanjiang had done so far was to pave the way for Chu Qingmian's future.

To date, as the industry leader, the Nearsea Group no longer has much room for development in its original region. Even with the turbulent changes of the times, it is difficult to shake its huge foundation.

What Chu Qingmian has to do is not just to "inherit" the family business, but to "expand" it.

As the saying goes, if you don't move forward, you will move backward.

This is also why Chu Yuanjiang founded Xingxing Entertainment for her and used it as the starting point of her career, because this is an area that the Jinhai Group had not originally entered.

Compared to petty love affairs, Chu Qingmian's life should have more grand and ambitious goals.

This has always been Wei Peilan's life creed. To her, children are not born to gain so-called family affection and love.

On the contrary, children should be the continuation of their parents' lives and should devote their entire lives to completing careers and goals that their parents find difficult to accomplish.

But it is obvious that Chu Qingmian's ambition is not here. She has her own ideas, many of them.

And all this is thanks to the young man in front of me.

Wei Peilan's eyes swept coldly over Su Chengyi, who was undergoing the second round of testing after his chess skills.

Su Chengyi’s premonition turned out to be correct.

All the boasts made by Miss Chu in front of her relatives had to be verified by him in the end.

The calligraphy session is currently underway, and Butler Han has already prepared the rice paper and brushes without anyone noticing.

Su Chengyi glanced at Chu Qingmian helplessly, and couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"How did you know I could write calligraphy?"

"During calligraphy class, I was responsible for collecting everyone's homework. I happened to see your handwriting and thought you copied it. Later I found out that it was not true. You wrote it yourself. I immediately felt that my handwriting looked like dog's crawling."

Having said that, Chu Qingmian couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

"It's not ethical to peek at other people's homework, monitor."

Su Chengyi said slowly.

"How could I be peeking? It's clearly a piece of calligraphy that was put away. Do I have to blindfold you to collect your homework?"

Chu Qingmian pointed at the rice paper spread out on the table, covered his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled it twice, almost touching the ground ink on the table.

Su Chengyi laughed and reached out to pull her back to safety.

He also learned calligraphy from his grandfather. He felt that he had nothing special about him and his handwriting was just ok at best.

My grandfather really has great handwriting, the kind that can be sold for money.

When Su Chengyi was a child, he read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and felt that if his grandfather was born in a martial arts novel, he would definitely be a great figure like Huang Yaoshi, proficient in "martial arts, literature, chess, arithmetic, medicine, divination, astrology, and the five elements", and was a true all-rounder.

It is because Su Chengyi spent a lot of time with his grandfather since he was a child that he learned a lot from him.

Although he always thought that what he had learned was just the basics, since his grandfather was teaching his own grandson, he naturally did his best and without reservation.

In addition, Su Chengyi is very talented and smart, so he often does not learn entry-level knowledge at the beginning. While others are still in the entry stage, he is already in the evolution stage.

Due to all these reasons, Su Chengyi was not clear about his own level. Many times he thought he only "knew a little bit", but in fact he was already a leader among ordinary people.

Su Chengyi picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, then looked carefully: rice paper, brush, and pine soot ink.

Calligraphy, like chess, is an activity that requires holding your breath and keeping quiet, so the people watching around him also consciously followed suit and kept quiet, waiting for him to start writing.

At this point, he could have just written some short poem or play with a good meaning, but Su Chengyi paused and wrote:
"The azure sky is vast and bottomless, while the sun and moon shine on the golden and silver platforms.

The rainbow is your clothing and the wind is your horse, and the Lord of Clouds is coming down in droves."

From Li Bai's "Dreaming of the Heavenly Maiden Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Song", it will be passed down through the ages and praised by generations.

Compared with his hard pen calligraphy, Su Chengyi's calligraphy is more fluent and vigorous.

The strokes are extremely free and unrestrained, and from a distance it looks like a magnificent landscape ink painting.

The first person to exclaim "Wow" was Chu Xuanxuan. He was not old enough to appreciate calligraphy works, but he simply thought that Su Chengyi's calligraphy was very handsome and beautiful.

In modern society, with the development of science and technology, people need to write by hand less and less. Many children don’t even hold the pen correctly, but they just make do with it.

But for young people, being able to write well is definitely a plus.

Even Chu Qingmian's grandfather, who had always had a gloomy face, relaxed a little when he saw his calligraphy.

But soon, everyone present thought of Li Bai's "Dreaming of the Heavenly Maiden Mountain and Chanting a Farewell Song". What is really well-known to the public is actually the last sentence of the whole poem.

"An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"

For a moment, in addition to appreciation, people also had a slightly more complicated view of Su Chengyi's calligraphy work.

"Hey, even if you pass these two levels, we can't lose in this arcade game!"

My cousin smiled heartily and rolled up his sleeves as if he was ready to get to work.

Su Chengyi wiped the ink stains on his hands. Before he could answer, a faint voice came from the other side of the sofa:

"You must be tired from playing chess and writing. Let's all sit down and take a rest."

After the host spoke, the crowd, who were so excited just now, instantly died down and returned to the sofa obediently.

Obviously, everyone knows the hostess's temper, and her decisions are absolutely final and cannot be discussed.

Seeing that a new round of fruit plates and snacks had been placed on the coffee table, Chu Qingmian stuffed a mini puff the size of a finger into his mouth, then took the snack plate and asked everyone one by one.

After a long detour, when it was Su Chengyi's turn, Chu Qingmian knew that he hated desserts, so he put down the dessert plate and poked a strawberry from the fruit plate and fed it to him. Su Chengyi hesitated for a moment, thinking that hesitation would only attract more attention, so he lowered his head and bit off the strawberry.

The flesh is plump, sweet and tastes great.

Miss Chu seemed to have poked one at random, but in fact she was secretly poking the one that she thought was the best looking and tastiest.

It turns out that foodies have very keen eyes.

This kind of feeding was nothing special for Chu Qingmian and Su Chengyi, because this was how they usually got along.

But in the eyes of bystanders, it smelled like dog food, and the place where the young generation gathered immediately erupted with a burst of "Aiya——" noises.

Chu Qingmian only then realized that this happened in front of everyone. Although she felt a little shy, she also felt quite justified.

After meeting him today, he becomes a boyfriend whose parents I have met. Oh, and I have to add that he is a boyfriend I am dating with the intention of getting married.

So, in fact, nothing is too much to do, right?

But apparently, some people think it's too much.

Chu Qingmian's grandmother put the plastic fork in her hand back into the copper plate and slowly said:

"housekeeper."

Butler Han, who had retreated to a far corner, hurried forward and said with his head down:

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"The fire in the stove is not enough. Add some more. This house is facing a bad direction. It's freezing cold."

Grandma tightened the blanket around herself and said this.

Su Chengyi listened to her very familiar accent and thought to himself, "As expected."

Obviously, this thin old lady with gray hair fits everyone's stereotype of capitalist old ladies very well.

In this sense, Wei Peilan is not really one of them. She looks more like a workaholic, while this old lady is a real heavyweight.

"Mianmian."

The old lady continued.

"Hey, grandma."

Chu Qingmian came back to his senses, walked over to her, and carefully tucked in the corners of the blanket for her.

"Are you still cold? Do you need me to get you another thin blanket?"

"No, just sit down."

The old lady raised her chin and motioned Chu Qingmian to sit in the empty seat reserved next to her.

"Has the company been developing smoothly recently? If you have any problems, please tell us here. We are all here, so we can help you solve them all at once, which will save you trouble in the future."

"It's not a big deal, grandma. As for last quarter's financial report, you should have seen it at your mother's place some time ago, right?"

Chu Qingmian replied with a smile.

Su Chengyi vaguely heard that there was actually a hint of sarcasm in the eldest lady's words.

"The financial report cannot reflect the hidden internal problems. As the owner of the company, you naturally have to pay more attention. If you leave everything to your mother, can it still be called your own company?"

The old lady grasped a corner of the thin blanket, covered her face with her hands and coughed twice, as if saying this took a lot of her energy.

Chu Qingmian raised his head upon hearing the voice and said:

"Auntie Wu, please close the side door and window, and get a new blanket."

"Okay, miss."

Chu Qingmian wrapped her grandmother in a new blanket and said softly:
"Winter is coming soon, you should take care of yourself. It will be troublesome if you catch a cold. It's rare for mom to be at home during this period, so it's a good opportunity for her to spend more time with you. If you are worried, you can come to the company in person when you have time."

"You do have a filial piety."

The old lady coughed twice again, and seemed to think that what she said was quite pleasing, and the expression on her face eased a little.

After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at Su Chengyi on the other side. The latter was also looking at her. After their eyes met, unexpectedly, he did not show any intention of dodging.

Then Su Chengyi stood up and poured a cup of hot tea.

"The hot tea is at the perfect temperature. You'll feel better if you hold a cup and warm it in your palm."

After he finished speaking, he handed the cup of tea to Chu Qingmian and whispered a few words of advice.

"Be careful of the burn."

"Okay okay."

Chu Qingmian handed the teacup to his grandmother only after confirming that the temperature was appropriate.

Su Chengyi's behavior was obviously not a flattery, but a slightly distant politeness, and he even avoided the handover of tea.

The old lady held the hot tea and remained silent for a while.

In fact, from the moment she opened her mouth, everyone present knew that the happy time was over, and what would follow would definitely be a moment like this, mixed with silence and awkwardness.

Then the air around became silent, and the younger generation felt like sitting on pins and needles. Every cell in their body wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but they didn't dare to.

Especially the cousins, they all knew how difficult it was to get along with their grandparents, so they all had a tense face and dared not relax at all.

"Mingqian, how was your performance in the Chinese studies competition you participated in a few days ago?"

Stroking the teacup, the old lady continued speaking.

The boy named Mingqian paused for a moment, then nodded and replied:
"I'm sorry, I didn't perform well. I lost to the previous round's defender in the final round."

The old lady did not respond to his words. She just let him keep his head down and admit his mistake, and continued to speak as if nothing had happened:

"Where's Gu Qiu? Did he win a prize in the last competition?"

Gu Qiu was the cousin who had been standing quietly by the side and hardly said a word. She had her eyes downcast and her voice was trembling a little.

“I got it, but the first place contestant had much more experience than me. In the end, the total score was 0.5 points lower, so I only got second place.”

"If you lose, you lose. Why bother talking about experience? Are you just making excuses for yourself?"

The old lady raised her eyebrows and spoke in a very stern tone.

As a result, the temperature around them dropped several degrees because of her lecturing posture.

Su Chengyi had sharp eyes and noticed that his cousin named Gu Qiu shivered silently.

Chu Qingmian, who was sitting on the other side, raised his eyes and pursed his lips slightly, as if he was feeling the same familiar pressure.

(End of this chapter)