Chapter 102 - Chapter 102: Maybe It’s a Side Account (1/2)
Chapter 102: Maybe It’s a Side Account
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Cheng Lang replied, “Yes.”
Old Master Cheng said, “In the blink of an eye, Jin Yue has grown up. Arrange for our two families to meet and discuss the engagement. Although that lass didn’t say it explicitly, I know she’s been waiting for you.”
Cheng Lang said, “Father, I don’t have any plans to get engaged for the time being.”
Old Master Cheng had four sons and a daughter. Cheng Lang was the fifth child and there was a big age gap between him and his siblings. Old Master Cheng sighed. “You’re already 26 years old; time for you to settle down. There’s only Jin Yue around you all these years. Don’t you like her?”
Cheng Lang did not answer. He did not know what it was to like someone.
“Cheng Lang, it doesn’t matter who you marry. Jin Yue is very outstanding; only such a person is worthy of you. Besides, you don’t dislike her, right? That’s good enough. She’s very suitable to be your wife,” Old Master Cheng advised earnestly.
Cheng Lang flipped open the document beside him and pressed his fair fingers on the page. “I’ll think about it.”
Old Master Cheng’s furrowed brows relaxed. “Alright. By the way, the matter regarding your second brother… give it some thought too.”
“Father, I don’t wish for you to interfere in the company’s matters,” Cheng Lang said indifferently. Old Master Cheng’s next words were stuck in his throat. Cheng Lang was innately predisposed to a lack of emotions—not only restricted to romantic feelings, but also the same for his family. He was destined to become a brilliant strategist. He was also the only one who dared to speak to Old Master Cheng in this way. However, Old Master Cheng admired this aspect of Cheng Lang the most—reminiscent of himself when he was young; a chip off the old block.
Old Master Cheng said, “Alright, I won’t interfere. You can do whatever you want. As long as your marriage with Jin Yue is confirmed, I can then rest easy.”
After hanging up, Cheng Lang glanced at his cell phone’s WeChat. There was a row of friend requests. He frowned and rejected them—which included requests from Nie Heng and Jin Mo—one by one mercilessly.
Nie Heng could not bear it and immediately called Cheng Lang. “Jin Yue said that you’ve downloaded WeChat again. Why did you reject my friend request?”