A Gorgeous Man Takes His Son to the City to Work 55p1

Chapter 55 p1

The doctor didn’t dare draw blood from a lovesick fool.

“Your body’s acid-base balance is severely off, I suggest waiting.”

He Renyuan inhaled, “It’s fine, I’ve adjusted it.”

Adjusted it so quickly after being so worked up? The doctor still refused, afraid He Renyuan would draw 200cc here, then lose his mind and find another doctor for another 200cc.

Lovesickness was a form of insanity. Getting consent from a guardian before drawing blood from an insane person should be in the doctor’s manual.

The doctor put away the needle, “If you insist, I have to inform Chairman He.”

He Renyuan was frustrated. He had a wife and child, and he still didn’t have medical freedom?

The doctor suddenly became a psychologist, “It’s almost closing time, is Mr. Bai out having dinner with someone?”

He Renyuan shot up. He had been blinded by anger. His priority should be stopping Bai Qingyu from having dinner with someone with ulterior motives.

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Tea house.

The Yu family’s tea house was tastefully decorated, the counter antique, made of nanmu wood, with small drawers for tea, like a traditional Chinese medicine cabinet.

Bai Qingyu stood behind the counter and said to the rich second-generation who frequented the shop, “Sorry, I don’t have time tonight, I have to pick up my baby from school.”

Promoting tea culture was important, but Cha Bao was more important.

“Baby?” The rich second-generation’s face changed slightly, “You have a child?”

Bai Qingyu smiled, “Yes.”

The rich second-generation looked at him incredulously. He had misjudged him. This person seemed so pure and innocent, how could he already have a child?

The heartbroken rich second-generation left.

Other colleagues swarmed around, “Qingyu, your child is already in kindergarten?”

Bai Qingyu leaned on the counter, “Yes.”

The colleagues were shocked. This was the difference between a great beauty and ordinary people. Even with a child, there were still rich second-generations pursuing him. Forget about that rich second-generation, President He must know, and he was still devoted?

A colleague who wanted to marry rich looked at Bai Qingyu adoringly. Besides his looks, there must be other skills.

Bai Qingyu opened his phone to share his work experience with He Renyuan, who wanted detailed reports.

Bai Qingyu originally wanted to do the opposite, but he couldn’t help but share.

He typed word by word, sending each sentence after finishing it, his eyes lowered in concentration.

A colleague glanced over curiously.

Bai Qingyu was about to block the screen, then changed his mind. There was nothing between him and He Renyuan. He Renyuan’s visit yesterday made his colleagues look at him ambiguously.

Time to clarify.

So, the tea deity deliberately angled his phone, letting his gossipy colleagues see his chat with He Renyuan.

A gentleman is open and honest.

Seeing Bai Qingyu’s openness, the colleagues gathered around without reservation.

“A personal lawyer?”

“This lawyer is President He, right? He used to be a lawyer.”

“Hiss…”

Bai Qingyu continued typing calmly: He wants to invite me to dinner…

After sending it, Bai Qingyu scrolled up the chat history, proving his innocence.

The colleagues gasped, looking at Bai Qingyu with new eyes. They thought he was naive, but he was a hidden fishing master!

Look at this tea-infused language! Every sentence was a hook!

That rich second-generation was nothing, the real CEO was completely hooked, even coming to accompany the beauty at the counter for a whole day.

The most terrifying thing was, the CEO was already hooked, but Bai Qingyu was still composed, letting the CEO dangle, all dried up. This was called delayed gratification!

A colleague looked at Bai Qingyu admiringly, “Do you always talk to President He like this?”

Bai Qingyu nodded, “This is the only way I talk to him.” Not what you’re thinking.

The colleague stared at Bai Qingyu’s innocent face, wavering between intentional and natural, and finally said, “Qingyu, you’re truly natural tea.”

Bai Qingyu said embarrassedly, “You saw through me.”

The colleague looked at Bai Qingyu in amazement. So he knew he was tea, “How do you do it?”

Bai Qingyu thought the colleague was asking how to be more like a tea deity to sell more tea, but his experience couldn’t be replicated, so he could only say vaguely, “Be in the rain more.”

The colleague bit her lip, thinking of countless dramas she’d watched. Being in the rain made one look weak, pale, and pitiful, it could add to the hardship, set the mood, and advance the plot, it was a tried and true tactic.

Distracted by the colleague, Bai Qingyu forgot to tell He Renyuan that he had refused the dinner invitation.

He put away his phone, planning to pick up Bai Xiaocha, when a luxury car stopped at the door.

He Renyuan got out, his face dark, looking around with hostility, “Where is he?”

Bai Qingyu didn’t understand, “Who?”

He Renyuan’s voice was sharp, “The one who bought the tea.”

“He’s gone.” Parking wasn’t easy here. Seeing He Renyuan acting like a door god, Bai Qingyu urged, “Let’s go, it’s time to pick up Cha Bao.”

Many people came in yesterday because of He Renyuan, but He Renyuan didn’t get any commission, wasn’t he working for Yu Jingtian for free?

He Renyuan opened the passenger door with a cold face, “You still remember you have a family!”

“Fasten your seatbelt.”

The colleagues crowded at the door to watch: “…”

Tsk, tsk, tsk, the CEO fell for it. President He, a 1.9-meter tall man, had no resistance, coming over to check up on him in a luxury car after being baited.

Five minutes later, the rich second-generation returned. He thought it was rare to meet such a beautiful and elegant person, someone presentable. If the child was with his ex-wife and didn’t live with them, it wouldn’t affect their relationship.

“Where’s Bai Qingyu?” the rich second-generation asked casually, “Is his child with his ex-wife?”

The colleagues, “Oh, his husband picked him up.”

Dude, you’re not as rich or handsome as President He, and your awareness isn’t high either. You haven’t even added him on WeChat after all this time, you’re just a catalyst, no chance.

The rich second-generation: “…”

He Renyuan planned to attend Professor Jiang’s wedding tomorrow with Bai Qingyu and Cha Bao, to share in the joy, and then have his blood drawn.

He drove and subtly provoked Bai Qingyu, “What kind of business requires a same-day international round trip?”

Bai Qingyu was a little confused, he didn’t even understand who he was talking about.

He Renyuan, “Big business deals require a team staying abroad for at least a week, right?”

After only three days of his wife working, He Renyuan’s possessiveness exploded. He didn’t want him to interact with other humans, he wanted to keep him by his side. He knew it wasn’t right, but this surging emotion felt familiar.

Forget it, he wouldn’t mention the annoying person.

The rival was busy, but Bai Qingyu didn’t even understand his intentions. Pointing it out wouldn’t be good.

He drove to the kindergarten. Bai Qingyu got out to pick up Cha Bao. Two minutes later, He Renyuan started the car and took the father and son home for dinner.

The next day at noon, he, Bai Qingyu, and Cha Bao attended Jiang Libo’s wedding.

Although Jiang Libo said he wanted to keep a low profile, Xu Zhao’s attention to detail made the low-key wedding full of love.

He Renyuan took some inspiration, but not much, because Bai Qingyu would probably prefer an outdoor wedding.

Professor Jiang and Mother Jiang’s siblings, the Xu family’s relatives and friends, important business partners… ten tables were set up in the banquet hall. It was considered low-key compared to families of similar status.

It was Cha Bao’s first time attending a wedding, “Uncle, what’s a wedding?”

He Renyuan, “It’s when everyone eats together, has fun together, and blesses Uncle Jiang and Uncle Xu together.”

Bai Xiaocha, “Baby is so happy!”

Xu Zhao asked Bai Xiaocha to help deliver the rings. Bai Qingyu asked if Bai Xiaocha should wear a suit, and Xu Zhao said no, casual was fine.

Now that he had Uncle Boss, Bai Xiaocha’s everyday clothes for school were carefully chosen, casual and cute.

Bai Xiaocha quickly ate the pre-meal mango pudding, “Baby needs to be full to have strength.”

“Uncle, why aren’t you eating?”

He Renyuan frowned and said uncertainly, “Uncle doesn’t seem to like mango.”

Bai Xiaocha was surprised that there was something his uncle didn’t eat. He scooped a spoonful of mango, “Uncle, you really don’t like it?”

He Renyuan, “Yes.”

Bai Qingyu put a tissue on Cha Bao’s clothes to protect them from stains.

When Jiang Libo and Xu Zhao exchanged rings, Bai Xiaocha went on stage steadily, delivered the rings, and said clearly, “Wishing uncles a hundred years of happiness.”

“So cute, whose child is this?”

Someone asked, and He Wangzhong immediately jumped out to claim him, “My grandson, Bai Xiaocha.”

“Old He, keeping it quiet, you have a grandson, and he’s so cute.”

“The restaurant I’m opening for my grandson next month, let’s get together again, bring your children.”

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