Chapter 54: The Fox Is Taking Advantage of the Tiger's Power
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled, as if he was pampering his girlfriend, and reached out to continue peeling the figs.
He had strong hands and was quick, so he quickly peeled a handful of shells and put them on the table, and also picked up the pile of shells.
As expected, Cheng Yuling refused to eat it. Who are you? And are the things you touched clean?
He crossed his arms angrily and went to the stands.
The energetic singing and dancing was coming to an end, and the girls posed in a cross-pattern for a final group portrait, their energy and slightly rapid breathing earned them warm applause from the audience.
Even the host couldn't help but announce it again, thanking the drama school for the wonderful show...
Du Ruolan was immersed in the intense dance. At the end, when she was half-kneeling and raising her hands to act cute, she suddenly saw Jing Xiaoqiang appear out of nowhere and sit at the first table in front of the stage. What was he doing with a girl with a smile on his face?
The girl had a frosty look on her face and it was obvious that she was having a little temper.
The relationship must be unusual!
How come he can meet a girl just by attending an event?
She was distracted and almost fell, but senior sister Yuan who was standing behind her held her back with her knee.
He even pulled her away quickly, whispering hurriedly, "Smile! Smile... those are people you can't afford to offend."
No matter what kind of occasion it is, those who can sit at the front at this level are not ordinary people.
The senior schoolmate, who must have been beaten by the society, doesn't want to fail at a time like this.
But when I get backstage, I will definitely find the TV station's director and ask who are sitting there.
This side is not clear either: "Big entrepreneurs, they are all national capitalists with overseas connections, otherwise how can they be qualified to sit in the front row."
The senior student's eyes changed when she looked at Jing Xiaoqiang.
In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang also thought so. The Cheng family is a prestigious family sitting in the front row, so how could they look down on a small fry like me? Could it be that they are really attracted by my physique?
impossible.
Rich families like those in Citibank are allowed to play with young handsome men and beautiful girls when they are young, but when it comes to getting married and starting a family, they have to consider the interests of the family and join forces. At the very least, they have to be lawyers or doctors, which are the mainstream middle class in society.
Marriage is a key project in asset restructuring, so how can it be taken lightly?
So he became more and more curious whether there was some flaw in this girl's profession that made her unpopular: "What do you study? Do you often dissect muscles and bones? I want to ask, what muscles are involved in this movement? I always feel uncomfortable..."
Cheng Yuling was so annoyed that she said in a cold but polite manner: "I don't know."
Jing Xiaoqiang was a chatterbox. If you don't eat it, I will. He crossed his legs and ate figs: "Are you doing bacteria research? You like to be so clean, are you a bit of a germophobe?"
Cheng Yuling finally realized why you were asking about all these annoying categories. She almost got furious!
But he was graceful and restrained, transforming it into a short and powerful: "Get lost!"
Jing Xiaoqiang hummed: "I'll leave after Uncle Cheng comes over to say hello, so as not to lose face."
Cheng Yuling snorted and ignored him.
Before Uncle Cheng arrived, a middle-aged woman wearing a brocade cheongsam and jewels at the table said, "Sir, I've already told you to leave, why are you still hanging around here?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was just finishing up a handful of nuts for the day when he looked up in surprise. It’s none of your business.
As a result, her eyes may have betrayed her inner thoughts. The young man next to the middle-aged woman couldn't wait to step forward and said, "What do you want? He's just a pimp of a troupe leader. Little tricks. Get out of here!"
Perhaps it was because Jing Xiaoqiang's size raised the cost of intervention, the young man couldn't help but raise his tone to occupy the commanding heights.
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled and patted the nut crumbs in his hand, raised his eyebrows at Cheng Yuling and stood up.
There was not a hint of indignation, but a hint of ridicule. With this quality, you still pretend to be a superior person?
I won’t keep you company.
He didn't care at all about these people's greed and arrogance, and just wanted to stay away from them.
Cheng Yuling was quite indignant, especially when she saw Jing Xiaoqiang taking the opportunity to stand up as if relieved. She was actually a little envious, envious that he didn't have to pretend to socialize here.
An idea struck him and he stood up: "We said we were going to the theater, can't you buy the tickets?"
Although his expression was still cold, his familiar tone was clearly not concealed.
Jing Xiaoqiang responded in a gruff way: "I am the head of the troupe, so the show will only start when we are here, and everyone has to give me face!"
He is a strong man, and he played the crudeness of the thumb sticking out just right.
Cheng Yuling's almost frozen mouth trembled, and she could only blurt out: "Get lost!"
Then she walked in front, wearing a plain white cheongsam with flowers, and her steps were fast, as if she couldn't wait to run and jump.
The shoulders were shaking slightly.
The back view looks pretty good.
Well, now everyone at the table could hear that this was clearly a common phrase used by the two to flirt with each other.
Jing Xiaoqiang kept following behind him and muttered, "I understand, troupe leader. What does pimping mean?"
It is said that these three words really come from Shanghai dialect.
He imitated the exaggerated Shanghainese dialect with a big tongue vividly.
Cheng Yuling couldn't tell whether she was happy to have escaped or she was really embarrassed because her trick was exposed, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
He quickly walked to the door of the banquet hall, jumped out, turned around and kicked Jing Xiaoqiang in anger.
But the smile on his face couldn't even be hidden by the lenses of his glasses, and many eyes were looking at him.
Looking back at the mother and son who were eager to please, their faces were red and white with embarrassment, and they might have scratched a bunt on the floor.
Because Jing Xiaoqiang also laughed and looked back inside: "What's going on? Does that old woman want to be your mother-in-law? Why is she so anxious to come out and protect you?"
Cheng Yuling snorted subconsciously: "Don't come to Subei to plug it!"
Jing Xiaoqiang immediately remembered the joke about people from Shanghai looking down on people from northern Jiangsu, and laughed out loud: "If you listen to my words from northern Jiangsu in person, you will laugh your ass off..."
There's a guy from northern Jiangsu in the band, and everyone likes to make fun of his accent.
Cheng Yuling immediately became cold again and turned away.
Jing Xiaoqiang followed him out laughing.
To other onlookers, they are no different from any other young couples in the world.
Uncle Cheng was so absorbed in watching the show that he was hiding by the window, stroking his nose hair.
Then he couldn't wait to go back to the previous table and asked, "What did the couple say just now?"
Everyone at the table had strange expressions as if they were holding back a bowel movement, and the mother and son who had spoken rudely were so embarrassed that they were speechless.
In fact, the two of them were ready to go their separate ways when they came out, and ignored each other, just like a former couple who walked out of a divorce office.
Unexpectedly, when Cheng Yuling raised her hand to hail a taxi, her mother and grandmother were sitting in the back seat of the car that slid over and stopped.
Seeing the two young people standing side by side at the door, the old lady immediately leaned forward with a look of surprise on her face: "Where are you going? Where are you going to play?"
As she spoke, she pushed the door and got out of the car impatiently. Before, Jing Xiaoqiang saw that she needed the support of the country wife.
He immediately stopped on his way to join the dance group and held the car door to support the old man.
Uncle Cheng's wife, on the other hand, got out of the car from the other side in a nonchalant manner, with a look of relief that her mother-in-law was being taken care of, but the look she gave her daughter was full of teasing.
Cheng Yuling, who had always had a cold face, smiled helplessly to greet her grandmother: "It's too stuffy inside, I want to go back to school."
Old Mrs. Cheng hurriedly made arrangements: "Okay, okay, go ahead, have fun..." She also patted Jing Xiaoqiang's paw on her elbow, giving him a very encouraging look.
Jing Xiaoqiang didn't follow the routine: "It's the eldest daughter who came back to school, and I just wanted to consult you. Why does a family like yours have to be interested in a poor boy like me... Even those from northern Jiangsu don't come to me. Do I have some kind of domineering aura?"
Cheng Yuling immediately turned cold again: "Why are you talking nonsense?!"
Jing Xiaoqiang was not afraid of her: "With your attitude, anyone who likes you would feel aggrieved, let alone someone like me who likes freedom. There is definitely nothing wrong between us, but it is not worth it for your family to worry for nothing."
Cheng Yuling could only snort with disdain.
But she didn't say anything in front of her grandmother and her mother who had already grabbed her.
Old Mrs. Cheng watched with great interest, as if she was very happy to see someone scolding her granddaughter.
Then, when she met Jing Xiaoqiang's eyes, she put away her grandmother's smile and returned to the standard well-educated old lady's demeanor, instructing her daughter-in-law to accompany her granddaughter back to school.
He warned his granddaughter not to talk nonsense, but didn't say anything.
After the taxi drove away, he gently patted the claws on his elbow and said, "Walk with me... I really hope you can be with A Ling, because a young man like you may soon be snatched away by other discerning girls."
As he said this, he raised his head and waved towards the distance. Jing Xiaoqiang looked over and saw that Senior Sister Yuan had changed into casual clothes and was standing against the wall, holding Du Ruolan and looking into the distance.
I felt that if the senior sister didn’t hold her tightly, the girl would rush over with a roar.
The old man is so perceptive!
Jing Xiaoqiang asked again, "Why do you think Miss Cheng and I are a good match?"
Old Lady Cheng nodded: "Yes, those who really want to marry Aling will not ask whether they are suitable for Aling. They only care about the remaining relationship of Chengjia. But you are the only one who doesn't care, Aling doesn't care either, even her father and I don't care. This alone is better than countless people..."
The two of them had slowly walked back to the banquet hall, and wherever they went, people around the banquet table stood up and greeted them.
Even the mother and son who had previously scolded him for playing a trick came over with nods and fawning looks on their faces.
Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he was a bit of a fox taking advantage of the power of another.
