Chapter 611: Your child is already so big?

Aunt Fang's words completely shocked Zheng Qian.

She vividly explained what a "traditional family of status" truly was.

After a simple meal, they sipped tea in the café, and she spoke at length.

There was one thing she said that particularly moved Zheng Qian: a so-called traditional family of status is not a wealthy family in our traditional sense. It refers to various social strata that maintain their own upbringing and etiquette; the children of a carpenter have the diet, clothing, and lifestyle of a carpenter's children.

The children of a lacquerer, the children of a stonemason... the children of scholars, officials, and gentry, and even the children of the underworld are all the same.

Every social stratum has its own way of speaking, its own diet and clothing, and its own etiquette for dealing with others.

How to eat, how to express anger, or even how to be proud.

Each stratum has its own standards to uphold.

If these can be passed down, and the descendants are strictly required to follow them, then it is naturally a traditional family of status. Conversely, even if you are wealthy, if you have lost the corresponding upbringing, etiquette, and the underlying essence of how to handle social interactions, you are not a traditional family of status.

"Therefore, clothing, food, and daily living are never the endorsement that highlights one's status as a family of distinction. It is not that you are a descendant of such a family just because you live in a luxurious mansion or enjoy exquisite delicacies."

"Because choosing how to live is inherently the result of one's corresponding identity and taste, not the cause."

Finally, Aunt Fang said indifferently.

Zheng Qian had never met Shang Yanxiong; otherwise, he would have thought of him immediately. He was always wearing a crisp suit and tortoise-shell glasses, giving off a gentle and refined appearance, but it was truly too deliberate.

So deliberate that it made people feel he was just acting according to some template.

Rather than the result of a natural choice corresponding to one's identity and status, as Aunt Fang had described.

Just like the qipao she was wearing now, it felt very natural to Zheng Qian, without any pretense at all. It was clear that she loved wearing this outfit, and she looked beautiful in it.

"I have learned much," Zheng Qian said sincerely.

"I am not lecturing you," Aunt Fang smiled gently and glanced at Wei Rusi faintly.

Then, she turned her gaze to Zheng Qian and said slowly, "I have no intention of interfering with your love life, and I don't even want to ask how many women you have around you, because regardless, this is the result of your natural choices."

"But, since I am Rusi's aunt, there are some things I would like to say."

"I say these things because I hope you can become a truly well-bred gentleman, rather than a nouveau riche. It is easy to understand that some newly rich people find it difficult to keep a low profile. However, it would be better if you could be more meticulous in more areas."

Even though she was lecturing him, Zheng Qian listened with great interest.

He was not foolish enough to ask Aunt Fang if there were really such descendants of traditional families in Jiuzhou.

Because sitting right in front of him was such a dignified and poised woman, wasn't she?

The Zhu family must not be an ordinary family.

Even their surname was spoken of with such reserve.

"Alright, it is getting late, and I should be going. I came today just to see Rusi, and by the way, to see you. I... oh, right, Zheng Qian, I have something to ask of you. You don't need to go out of your way to do it; if you happen to come across it, just let me know."

"A child in my family ran away secretly, and someone saw her in Shanghu before."

"But she seems to have slipped away again. Her name is Zhu Faluo, 21 years old."

As she spoke, Aunt Fang prepared to leave.

Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and completely subconsciously blurted out, "Aunt, you are so young, and you already have a 21-year-old child? You... I really can't tell, I... may I ask how old you are this year?"

Hearing this, Wei Rusi almost burst out laughing.

Aunt Fang's cheeks flushed a rare, faint red.

She was originally a woman of great charm and beauty. Having maintained a dignified and poised posture all along, the shy pink flush now appearing on her fair cheeks was a sight naturally rarely seen, and even Zheng Qian couldn't help but be a bit mesmerized.

Then, he quickly lowered his head in shame, silently cursing himself for being so impolite.

She was a lady of a noble family, after all.

Aunt Fang quickly recovered her usual smiling expression, "I just taught you, how could you forget? Asking a lady's age abruptly is improper. Zhu Faluo is not my daughter; she is a child in my family, and she is quite a headache."

"Alright, I really must go now. See you next time."

"Take care, Aunt!" "Aunt Fang, have a safe trip! Oh wait, you can't say 'safe trip' for flying, so just have a safe journey!"

Zheng Qian and Wei Rusi saw her out together.

This made Zheng Qian sigh with emotion, "Honestly, she is truly the most elegant woman I have ever met in my life. How come your dad didn't choose to be with her back then? Otherwise, your beauty might have been even more extraordinary."

Wei Rusi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and pinched Zheng Qian's waist hard, "If he were with Aunt Fang, would there still be me? Would I still be me?"

Zheng Qian was stunned, nodded in deep agreement, and thought, what a good question.

"Let's go. I still have a 'hundreds of millions' project I want to give you privately; please be sure to absorb it all. The soundproofing in this private room should be good, and it's in the corner. If we lock the door, no one should disturb us."

After saying that, Zheng Qian pulled Wei Rusi back inside.

Wei Rusi's heart was pounding.

...

An hour and a half later.

Wei Rusi left, holding Zheng Qian's arm.

Her post-battle recovery state was getting better and better, which made Zheng Qian very gratified.

He felt the money was well spent; five billion was worth it.

"I won't go back tonight; don't scare Xia Xixi."

Just before reaching the company, Zheng Qian patted her bottom and said.

Wei Rusi sniffled cutely and leaned in close to him, smiling, "Can you handle it? Do you need me to help you?"

"Don't worry, I will make her never forget this night for the rest of her life. You put the stuff in the trunk for me, right?"

"Hehe, hehe... I already prepared it long ago..."

...

[Beep—]

WeChat chimed.

Lu Lingwei: [President Zheng, I am already prepared. Today, President Wei said we don't need to work overtime (*╹▽╹*)]

Zheng Qian: [Good, go downstairs and wait for me. Do you know my car?]

Lu Lingwei: [Mm-hmm, I know! President Zheng, I'm not in a hurry, please take your time!]

Zheng Qian: [Good.]

Three hours later.

Lu Lingwei stood beside Zheng Qian's car, trembling with rage.

Damn it, I said I wasn't in a hurry and to take his time, and he really took his time? It's been three hours! And I'm wearing high heels! Could he have done it on purpose? Could it be... he found out? Does he know about Chen Weiqiang?

No, if he knew, he wouldn't have looked at me with that lecherous gaze today.

Should I send another WeChat to ask?

"Hahaha, I accidentally fell asleep just now."

At this moment, Zheng Qian finally arrived late.