Zhong Ming’s father, Zhong Yueshan, only found out today that the young lady who had visited the cinema years ago asking him for materials was actually Manager Cheng. Now she had pulled him out to eat with his son and niece. On the way, he overheard bits of conversation and learned that even Zhong Jin was well-acquainted with Manager Cheng. Despite running a low fever, his mind wasn’t sluggish at all—his gaze shifted back and forth between his son and Manager Cheng, thinking he understood everything.
Now when he looked at Cheng Lele, his eyes were full of kindness. Cheng Lele was a good leader. She led by example in her work, without complaint or resentment; in dealing with people, she was approachable and put on no airs. Since she arrived, the stagnant cinema had improved, and the employees’ spirits had been completely refreshed. Now looking at her from the perspective of a potential daughter-in-law, her appearance was naturally beyond reproach. She was said to be a top student who graduated from a key university, and most importantly, she was a local!
Impeccable. Perfect.
Zhong Yueshan was extremely satisfied and kept serving food to Cheng Lele’s plate. His words no longer carried any sense of hierarchical distance: “Lele, try this fish, it’s fresh.”
Zhong Ming intervened: “Dad, you have a cold, so don’t serve food to others.”
Zhong Yueshan picked up a new pair of chopsticks while saying resentfully, “Is Lele just ‘others’? If it were someone else, even if they wanted me to serve them food, I wouldn’t be willing to lift a finger.”
Cheng Lele said with a smile, “Exactly, exactly.”
Chen An felt like he was really looking for abuse, rushing over here to watch their happy family scene. He took out his phone and continued playing his game. Cheng Lele, hearing the game sounds from the front, mentally commented with four words: wasting time on frivolous pursuits.
Tang Xin secretly glanced at the neighboring table, beating the drum in her heart. No way, had Manager Cheng gotten involved with someone else?
After enduring for a while, Tang Xin quietly asked Chen An, “Still eating?”
Chen An glanced at her and jerked his chin toward the menu: “Nothing you like?”
Tang Xin thought to herself that even if there were something she liked, she wouldn’t dare make you suffer here, so she nodded. Chen An stood up, grateful for the out Tang Xin had given him, and said, “Let’s go eat Western food that you love.”
After the two left, Cheng Lele glanced forlornly at the now-empty table. Zhong Jin, with her back turned, looked around and asked, “Sister, what’s wrong?”
Cheng Lele shook her head.
It seemed she had never before, from the position of a bystander, paid attention to how Chen An talked to other girls. So he was very gentle with his girlfriend, would ask about her preferences, and would go to the trouble of finding restaurants she loved to eat at. Perhaps in the past, Chen An had treated her this way too.