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Chapter 191 November and the End of the Year Approaching
November.

The temperature in Beijing has dropped below zero degrees Celsius, and howling, biting winds have become a common sight throughout the city, making the air dry and desolate.

Beside the red walls, the trees are full of golden ginkgo leaves. In every alley and lane, every gust of wind sends the leaves fluttering down.

In the past few months, Huo Jingcheng has been visiting frequently, either in the compound or the family compound. Three out of five times, he has run into other leaders/officials in the same community, fulfilling his desire to do so openly and legitimately.

Rumors of an impending marriage between the Su and Huo families are rampant.

As the weather gets colder, girls still love to dress up.

Su Ruoyun was wearing only a milky white wool coat, with a circle of fluffy and fine down around the collar and cuffs. Her slightly curly long hair was draped down her back, and her porcelain-white face was hidden in her black hair, with red lips and white teeth.

Perhaps it was because she was in a good mood today, but her light makeup was just right, making her look exceptionally radiant and beautiful.

She was busy in the bedroom, while Huo Jingcheng had been waiting downstairs for a long time. However, this time he was not visiting her, but taking Su Ruoyun out on a date.

Seeing that the maid had already poured tea twice, Ming Manrong couldn't help but go upstairs to urge her daughter. She leaned against the wall by the door, raised her hand and knocked on the bedroom door, but did not go in directly.

"Is it ready yet? Jingcheng has been waiting downstairs for a long time."

The sound reached the room, and Su Ruoyun hurriedly stuffed the lip gloss on the dressing table into her small bag, replying, "Okay, okay."

Two seconds later, the bedroom door opened.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling and her lips curving into a smile.

Ming Manrong straightened the fur collar of her coat for her. "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

There's a kind of coldness called "Mom thinks you're cold."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun didn't respond. Instead, she reached out her hand and tested the temperature for her.

Ming Manrong touched her palm; it was warm, like a cozy little stove. Seeing that she wasn't cold, she let her go downstairs.

Hearing the light footsteps, Huo Jingcheng stood up unhurriedly, watched the graceful figure approach, skillfully took Su Ruoyun's hand in his palm, and then nodded to Ming Manrong.

Without a driver, Huo Jingcheng drove himself. Today was the opening day of Li Wenye's newly opened private club, and he invited everyone to gather.

In the car, Su Ruoyun learned about Li Wenye's assets from Huo Jingcheng and couldn't help but exclaim, "So he's the real big boss!"

Huo Jingcheng, feeling a pang of jealousy, rested one hand on the steering wheel and used his right hand to pinch her thigh. "Do I need to tell you how many businesses I own?"

Su Ruoyun sensed something was wrong from his tone and tilted her head to look at Huo Jingcheng. "Are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," Huo Jingcheng said calmly, driving with one hand with ease, a smile playing on his thin lips. "I want to eat you."

In her presence, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Su Ruoyun glared at him fiercely, as if scolding him.

Although she had a furrowed brow and glared, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her ears were red, clearly showing that she was shy.

Taking advantage of the red light, Huo Jingcheng glanced at her, his dark, deep pupils reflecting her flushed face, and his throat inexplicably felt a little itchy.

It wasn't until he got off the bus and a gust of cold wind blew that the peculiar restlessness in his heart was finally suppressed.

As they approached the private room, Huo Jingcheng squeezed Su Ruoyun's soft palm, and she turned to look at him.

Huo Jingcheng: "You go in first, I'll have a smoke outside."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun frowned and gave him a disapproving look, "Smoking again."

Smoking is only one aspect; it primarily serves as a form of relief.

Huo Jingcheng tugged at the corners of his lips, bent down and whispered in her ear, his thin lips moving slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ruoyun's fair face flushed red again, her eyes darting around, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a moment, Huo Jingcheng shook her hand, his voice deliberately lowered, with a seductive quality, "Are you going or not?" These past few days, Su Ruoyun had been staying in the family compound. He hadn't eaten meat for almost half a month. At that age, he was getting on in years and couldn't help but feel restless.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

……

Huo Jingcheng was in a great mood after the "negotiation" was over, with a faint smile always on his lips.

The two walked hand in hand into the private room.

Inside the private room, most of the people had already gathered.

People are already criticizing Chen Zheyan for his absence on Qixi Festival and for not knowing where he's been for the past few months, refusing to leave his coop and not attending any gatherings in the industry.

Su Ruoyun looked at the decor of the private room and felt a strange sense of familiarity. Looking through the window, she could see layers of bamboo shadows in the courtyard, swaying gently in the cold wind. The entire club was decorated in a Chinese style, exuding a free and elegant charm.

Before she could come up with anything, Li Wenye, the owner of the private club, strode in.

Hearing the door open, Su Ruoyun turned her head and saw a man and a woman walk in, passing behind a folding screen.

A sudden thought struck her, and she bit her lip in annoyance.

She said, "Why does it look so familiar?" It turned out that the layout was similar to her teahouse. It wasn't exactly the same, but it was a complete copy.

Su Ruoyun gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowed, her chest heaving slightly with anger.

As they ate and drank, Huo Jingcheng noticed her change in mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feeling guilty under his intense gaze, Li Wenye touched his nose.

Su Ruoyun: "Ask him."

"Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking about," Li Wenye said, as his assistant handed him a document at the opportune moment. "I visited your teahouse a few times before and thought the decor was quite nice, so I took the liberty of using it for a while. I was thinking of using 10% of this clubhouse's share to offset that?"

Chen Zheyan, who was standing nearby, joined in the fun, grabbing the shoulders of the two of them and saying, "Damn, why don't you borrow my aesthetic sense?"

A 10% return guarantees profit, with no risk of loss.

Someone laughed and scolded, "With your taste, how can you compare to our Yunmei?"

"Who is Yunmei calling?" Huo Jingcheng glanced at her sideways.

The crowd roared with laughter.

……

The gathering of Beijing's elite circle did not end until 9:30 p.m.

On the way back, passing by Di'anmen, Su Ruoyun spotted the chestnut shop with her sharp eyes.

In the dry and cold winters of the North, the three essential winter essentials are: sweet roasted sweet potatoes that are so sweet they melt in your mouth, sweet and sour candied hawthorns that are icy cold, and freshly roasted chestnuts that are sweet, fragrant, and soft.

She got off the bus and lined up to buy roasted chestnuts. There were quite a few people, and Su Ruoyun waited in line for more than ten minutes. In addition to chestnuts, she also bought some dried fruit and candied fruit.

The warm chestnuts, with their sweet aroma from roasting, were held in her hands, their warmth spreading instantly.

Su Ruoyun bent down to get into the car, and once inside, she couldn't wait to peel a chestnut, revealing its golden, plump flesh. She presented the chestnut to Huo Jingcheng's mouth like a precious treasure.

Huo Jingcheng readily agreed and took a bite.

……

Time flies, and the year is drawing to a close. The All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce held a work summary meeting in Beijing.

The next chapter will introduce the second iconic scene—President Huo calling him "brother".