Chapter 74: This world will eventually be yours

  It's just that from the moment Chen Muqing and Chu Jingyan walked into the house, Zheng Xiuyan, who had never given them a good face, still ended up sitting at the same table as the two of them.

  Jung Soo-yeon dislikes Chen Muqing from the bottom of her heart.

  Anyway, women like Zheng Xiuyan who are prettier than herself are all disliked. What's the use of having such long legs? Can they be eaten as rice? What kind of cosmetics is used for such good skin? Looks about the same age as Chu Jingyan, where did this tone come from? It's really "people die in comparison, goods are thrown away in comparison".

  Jung Soo-yeon touched her own face and thought that she should have put on some makeup if she had known.

  On the table were steaming hot dishes and soup, Li Jingchu packed a portion, changed her clothes and smiled at the three people: "Xiujing has to practice at the company all day today, if she doesn't go to send lunch, it's estimated that she will eat fried noodles with her friends again. You guys eat first, don't wait for me."

  Chen Muqing stood up and slightly bowed to Li Jingru, smiling: "Auntie, take care on your way. You are indeed a good mother."

  Li Jing-shu smiled even more, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries with Chen Mu-qing, she left the door.

  Chu Jing spoke after taking a mouthful of rice and eating some dishes, only to find Zheng Xiuyan staring at her phone with one hand while using the other hand to shovel food into her mouth. He then patted the table and lectured: "When eating, just focus on eating, who plays with their phone while eating? This is bad for your eyesight and also affects digestion."

  Zheng Xiuyan gave Chu Jingyan a cold glance and said irritably, "What's it got to do with you?"

  "I'm worried about you," Chu Jingyan said.

  "Our relationship is like this, usually caring about each other is not as good as giving more money." Zheng Xiuyan put down her phone and said to Chu Jingyan, "You also know that after I debuted, I didn't earn much money, I'm very poor."

  Chu Jing lowered his head and started eating seriously.

  Zheng Xiuyan glared at Chu Jingyan and stopped talking, continuing to play with her phone.

  "How can you do this to me?" Chu Jingyan said with great dislike, "Talking about money is so common, I'm genuinely concerned, do you understand? This kind of emotional concern that's close to life, and you have to bring up money. The entertainment industry is indeed a place that corrupts people, at such a young age you're already tainted by it, what will happen when you grow up?"

  "I'm just a common person, do you still expect my spiritual realm to surpass Socrates?" Zheng Xiuyan said bluntly, "Can't you see I'm annoyed? Don't talk to me."

  Fortunately, the conversation between the two was in Korean. If Chen Muqing had heard this, Chu Jingyan felt that he would not be able to maintain a dignified image in front of her in the future.

  This good-for-nothing girl, really... Chu Jingyan stuffed a piece of beef into her mouth with ill humor.

  Couldn't get along with Zheng Xiuyan, Chu Jingyan had no choice but to go and chat with Chen Muqing.

  "As you said, in the past it was always just one person at home, but a girl will eventually grow up and not have to worry about anything?"

  Chen Muqing put down his chopsticks and took a sip of water, saying: "Of course not, I also have someone to take care of me."

  "Nanny?" Chu Jing asked.

  "What's the nanny going to do?" Chen Muqing glanced at Chu Jingyan and said, "He's an uncle from back home, a young comrade-in-arms with Dad. After retiring from the army, most of them either went into business or, like Dad, traveled across the seas to all corners of the world. Over the years, he's become quite a well-known entrepreneur in the coastal regions."

  Chu Jingyu touched his chin and didn't say a word.

  "They were all like that in their generation, having fought in battles and retired to find they had no special skills. The uncles who followed my father around were like that, actually my father was the same, just like the uncle who took care of me on the mainland, they were lucky and clever."

  "Do you think brains are important, or is luck more important?" Chu Jingyan asked.

  "Brains are important, of course, but luck is more important."

  The conversation between the two is in Chinese.

  "What kind of luck?" Chu Jingyan asked.

  Chen Muqing thought for a moment and said, "Luck includes many things, such as being appreciated, promoted, or even picking up money on the street. These are all luck. On a larger scale, in other words, every 500 years there must be a king who rises to power, and among them, there must be those who make a name for themselves. Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated, but that's the general idea."

  She quickly finished a bowl of rice, which made Zheng Xiuyan, who was drinking water, knock on the table: "Mom has reminded you many times to eat slowly, no one is competing with you for food, it's no wonder you have stomach problems, and you won't get better all your life if you keep eating like this."

  Chu Jingyan is not a person who can often accept lessons, but this lesson can only be endured.

  Jung Joo-yoon bowed her head again and played with her phone.

  Chu Jing spoke again, refilling his bowl with rice. After taking a bite, he said to Chen Muqing: "I used to think that you rich second-generation kids weren't anything special, but now I realize that your starting point is different and everything else is different too."

  "For example, in what aspect?" Chen Muqing asked with a smile.

  "Horizon and ideas."

  Chu Jing said that at the age of 17, he started working under Chen Shuo, and at that time, he was nothing but a small errand boy in one of Chen's many nightclubs. It wasn't until several years later, when he gradually entered the sight of the big shots in the group, that he began to get some things.

  I've always thought that Dongfang International was able to stand firm in Seoul with great strength, at least it wasn't a rootless floating weed. Now I really know it's not, but why isn't it? Chen Muqing's few words obviously can't let Chu Jingyan know these things.

  It's great to explore on your own, but it also sucks.

  "If you want to know something about this," Chen Muqing put down his chopsticks and looked at Chu Jingyan, "I can only say it's not the right time yet."

  "This is really disappointing." Chu Jingyan said.

  "I think it's quite motivating."

  Zheng Xiuyan pushed away her stool, stood up, glanced at Chu Jingyan, and then said "I'm full" before walking back to her own bedroom.

  "Has this child been unsuccessful in losing weight recently?" Chu Jingyan glanced at Zheng Xiuyan's bowl of rice that had hardly been touched, somewhat puzzled.

  Chen Muqing took a sip of water and smiled, saying: "I always thought you were quite good at reading people's expressions. Didn't you notice that your sister was in a bad mood? Why didn't you go comfort her?"

  "How old is he now, still needs coaxing?"

  Chen Muqing wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said: "Help me thank Auntie, the food is delicious, I still have to go to the company to see Dad, the car will be borrowed first, remember to come back for it later."

  Chen Muqing's action of bending down to put on his shoes made Chu Jingyan's heart flutter.

  Jung Soo-yeon was lying on the bed, her phone placed on the bedside table, tossing and turning. Her usually calm face looked even more gloomy at this moment. When she heard the knock on the door, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

  Chu Jingyun carried the meal into Zheng Xiuyan's bedroom, put down the bowls and chopsticks on the table, patted Zheng Xiuyan's shoulder and said, "Stop pretending to sleep."

  Jung Soo-yeon did not respond.

  "I'm giving you pocket money." Chu Jingyan pulled out his wallet from his pocket and waved it in front of Zheng Xiuyan.

  Jung Joo-yeon still didn't respond.

  Chu Jingyuan sat down beside the bed, his back to Zheng Xiuyan for a long time before slowly saying: "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, and I don't know how you're managing to hold on with your personality, but it's comforting to see that you're still holding on. This surprises me, but also delights me."

  Looking back at Zheng Xiuyan, who was unmoved, Chu Jingyan continued: "I've always wondered if you and Xiujing would be bullied or wronged without me. Now it seems that you have indeed suffered a lot of grievances. If you want me to apologize for this, I will."

  The girl still cried in the end.

  Zheng Xiuyan buried her head in the pillow, finally releasing the pressure that had been building up over the past few days. Although it was a bit embarrassing to do so in front of Chu Jingyan, she thought back to how she used to cry in front of him all the time when they were younger, and it didn't feel like such a big deal after all.

  Looking at Zheng Xiuyan's small face with tears in her eyes, Chu Jingyan touched her head and smiled: "What would our Xiuyan do without others to take care of her?"

  "Who wants you to take care of." Zheng Xiuyan wiped away her tears and started eating the food on the table in big mouthfuls.

  Chu Jingyan stood by and watched.

  While eating, Zheng Xiuyan vaguely instructed Chu Jingyan: "In the future, without my consent, it is not allowed to bring strange women back home for dinner."

  "Especially one like just now."

  Chu Jingyun really wanted to ask Chen Muqing what kind of person he was in Zheng Xiuyan's eyes, but thinking that it was enough to make this girl happy, there was no need to continue adding trouble, so she smiled and said: "Okay."

  Then Zheng Xiuyan finally smiled.

  Putting down the empty bowl, Zheng Xiuyan stretched out her hand: "By the way, does that thing about giving me pocket money still count?"

  Chu Jingyan blinked her eyes, was she waiting for him here?

  She took out the wallet from her pocket again, and before Chu Jingyan could react, Zheng Xiuyan snatched it away, sweeping all the money inside empty. She waved the bills in the air, laughing as she said, "This afternoon when we get back to the company, you'll have to treat the team members to a meal, consider it on your tab."

  "Why?" Chu Jingyan asked.

  "It's none of your business." Zheng Xiuyan kicked Chu Jingyan's leg, "Get out of my room, who allowed you to enter my room without my consent? A big man like you just barges into a girl's bedroom, what kind of behavior is that?"

  "Besides changing your diapers, what else haven't I done for you?"

  "Get out!"

  Oriental International

  Chen Shuo smiled and looked at Chen Muqing, who was brewing tea, stroked his neatly trimmed beard, and asked: "Have you seen him?"

  "It's all right." Chen Muqing handed a cup of clear tea in front of Chen Shuo.

  Taking over the teacup, Chen Shuo asked: "How does it feel?"

  "It's hard to become a great talent." Chen Muqing said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "But the person is still okay."

  Chen Shuo smiled and did not refute Chen Muqing's evaluation of Chu Jingyan, saying: "You say this is also within my expectations. In recent years, I have been suppressing him. If it weren't for that, your evaluation of him might be even better."

  "Why hold back?" Chen Muqing asked curiously.

  "He was very similar to me when I was young," Chen Shuo said. "He has been through a lot of hardships, is much more mature and capable than his peers, but this kind of person, once suddenly having some things, will lose their direction, and then become unrecognizable to themselves."

  "What did you say?"

  "People who become rich overnight will always lack something. As for me, what's the use of having someone with a restless heart? Chen Shuo took a sip of tea and continued, "In all these years, he hasn't let me down. In the days to come, I think he won't let you down either."

  Chen Muqing said: "I chatted with him for a bit, he's actually not very clear about the group."

  "It's not time yet."

  Chen Muqing didn't say anything more.

  The afternoon sun was a bit lazy, Chen Shuo held his tea cup and walked to the window, looking at the hustle and bustle of the street, took a sip of tea, and sighed: "This world, one day will eventually belong to you."

  P.S: Looking for recommendations, looking for collections.