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Chapter 432: Want to seize control of his son and handle it appropriately

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Want to seize control of his son and handle it appropriately

He Zheng was stunned, his eyes flickered, and his voice hoarse, "No, you are just right there, I think we are a perfect match, a perfect pair."

Si Ran instinctively backed away again, trying to avoid the man’s aura.

"Be careful!" He Zheng reached out to hold her arm, and softly reminded, "Don’t back up any further, you’re going to hit the stove."

Si Ran felt a bit embarrassed, but with so many people outside, she awkwardly whispered, "President He, please be mindful."

"Be mindful?" He Zheng raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled at Si Ran, "What do you want me to be mindful of?"

"Don’t be pulling and tugging." Si Ran warned through gritted teeth. "And don’t get so close, speaking so softly."

He Zheng also chuckled, releasing his hand very gentlemanly. "Look, you’re too sensitive, I was merely supporting you, how did you misunderstand? Besides, I pulled you because I feared you might hurt yourself, how did it become pulling and tugging, and spoken so ambiguously."

These words instantly made Si Ran blush.

She realized that in terms of words, she wouldn’t gain any advantage speaking with this man.

Better to say nothing at all.

Si Ran then lowered her head to organize the vegetables, internally cursing Fang Mo for not coming over.

He Zheng saw her evasive stance and chuckled again, "Don’t look for Fang Mo, he is busy now, your President said the kitchen is handed over to you and me!"

Si Ran was stunned, and lifted her head to look at He Zheng, righteously saying, "Our President wouldn’t say that."

"Why don’t you go and ask?" He Zheng said with a smile.

Si Ran said, "I’ll ask then."

He Zheng smiled, blinking his eyes at her.

Si Ran really went to the doorway and looked at Pei Liyan.

At a glance, she indeed saw the President whispering something with the assistant, their expressions seemed to be discussing business.

Si Ran stood dumbfounded at the door, somewhat puzzled.

Wasn’t the work all settled? What was the President talking about?

She looked to Qiao Rui for help, and coincidentally saw Qiao Rui looking at her, with a seemingly amused expression, making Si Ran’s face inexplicably red.

Qiao Rui smiled, grabbed a plate of cherries, walked over, picked one and stuffed it into Si Ran’s mouth, laughing, "Thanks for the hard work, Si Ran!"

"Madam!" Si Ran looked at her in surprise.

Qiao Rui’s bright eyes were like spotlights, easily seeing through people’s hearts. "Enjoy the good food and handsome men, don’t let the good intentions of a man showing courtesy for nothing go to waste."

Si Ran widened her eyes.

Qiao Rui whispered again, "Of course, also don’t let a handsome man easily succeed. After all, the head of the He Family looks down upon others, first win over his son, find the right opportunity, and seize the initiative."

Si Ran was stunned, looking at Qiao Rui, "Madam, I—"

"You can do it." Qiao Rui smiled, "Believe in yourself, you have the ability."

Si Ran was made even more embarrassed by Qiao Rui’s words.

At this time, He Zheng also came out.

It seemed he noticed Qiao Rui whispering to Si Ran, and he said, "Sister-in-law, what were you talking about with Si Ran?"

"We talked about things only women can hear, if you are one of our sisters you can listen, if not, don’t pry."

He Zheng was instantly speechless.

Si Ran held back her laughter.

Qiao Rui handed over the plate of cherries to He Zheng, saying, "Mr. He, Si Ran is going to cook, no way to eat fruit, please help feed her while He Lan and I go play darts."

He Zheng was stunned, then smiled brilliantly, "Sister-in-law, okay, I promise I’ll definitely complete the task you gave me."

"Well, that’s it." Qiao Rui looked at Si Ran, blinked her eyes, and left.

Si Ran quickly regained her composure, seeing He Zheng’s smiling eyes, full of restless excitement as if he had gained some big advantage.

Si Ran helplessly turned around and entered the kitchen.

He Zheng naturally followed into the kitchen, holding the plate of cherries, and picked up a large and red one, offering it to Si Ran.

Si Ran had a pit in her mouth, nowhere to spit it.

He Zheng glanced over, immediately put down the plate, and extended his other hand, "Spit it into my hand."

Si Ran was startled, feeling this man could say outrageous things without resting.

She blushed and went to find a trash can.

Only then did she discover that the He Family kitchen trash can was spotlessly clean.

Brand new, never used.

For a moment, Si Ran didn’t know whether to spit into it.

She hesitated a bit, spoke up, "President He, isn’t there a trash bag?"

He Zheng said, "There is, but I don’t know where!"

"You don’t know your own home?" Si Ran couldn’t help questioning.

He Zheng said, "I never use the kitchen, naturally don’t know."

Si Ran felt she seemed to have met a life idiot.

He Zheng also chuckled, "The trash bags are in the drawer, open and take a look, you should find them."

Si Ran turned and opened the kitchen drawers, not in the first one, then opened the second, and found the trash bags.

Si Ran took one herself, lined the trash can, felt unsafe, lined another, finally spitting the pit inside.

He Zheng then handed her another one.

Si Ran blushed, said, "No need, I don’t want to eat."

"How could that be?" He Zheng chuckled, "Don’t feel embarrassed, you make us food, I’ll feed you a cherry, this counts as reciprocation."

"President He," Si Ran straightened up, "if you want to eat dinner by seven tonight, could you shut up and walk out, stop bothering me here."

"Then let’s eat at eight." He Zheng said with a smile, "I’m not very hungry."

Si Ran felt she really couldn’t express her emotions.

The most important thing she should do now is to keep her heart calm, unaffected.

Taking a deep breath, Si Ran continued her work, not caring about the elite beside her.

A tall, distinguished-looking man feeding her cherries, not eating, just stayed by her.

Si Ran was annoyed, simply said to He Zheng, "Didn’t you say you’d assist? Come, wash the vegetables."

He Zheng hadn’t agreed yet, Si Ran pushed him to the sink, handing him an onion, "Peel this onion, clean it up, I need to make creamy onion rings."

He Zheng was speechless, feeling Si Ran was intentionally doing this, couldn’t help but ask, "Why am I peeling onions?"

"Because you’re very idle." Si Ran gave him a line.

He Zheng said, "Okay then, if you want me to cry, I don’t mind crying in front of you."

Si Ran was instantly speechless.

"If you don’t want to do it, leave it here, you can go out."

He Zheng laughed, "How can that be, if you cry, I’ll be very distressed."

Si Ran simply stopped hesitating.

He Zheng peeled the onion, seemingly simple task, yet it took him a long time.

Slow like a snail, Si Ran’s patience was worn out.

She took the onion from He Zheng, placed it in the sink, then pushed him out of the kitchen.

He Zheng still wanted to come in, Si Ran said, "President He, if you enter the kitchen again, I won’t cook."

This threat was very effective.

He Zheng sheepishly left the kitchen.

Pei Liyan saw him come back frustrated, laughed, "How was it? The President, so commanding in the business world, got defeated by the kitchen."