The Rockefeller family has its own rules. The children of the Rockefeller family can buy houses to live outside, but they must go home once a week for a family dinner.
And today just happens to be the time for the family dinner.
But when Chris Hemsworth came home, he was a bit surprised to find his old man sitting on the sofa, wearing his favorite Tang suit, and there was an extra pair of chopsticks and a bowl on the table, right next to him.
Seeing such a scene, Chris Hemsworths originally dark eyes instantly became deep, with a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows, and his eyes swept from the chopsticks and bowl to the old man next to him, with a trace of disgust in his expression.
A strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and there was a bad suspicion. He asked, "Grandpa, is there any guest at home today?"
The Rockefeller familys old man is over seventy years old. Although his hair is white, his face is ruddy, and his voice is loud like a bell.
"A guest? No."
"No?" Chris Hemsworth frowned, feeling that his old mans words were so unreliable, but the old man is his grandfather, and Chris Hemsworth didnt say anything, and walked towards the dining table silently.
When Emma Watson came down the stairs in a well-fitted evening dress, she saw such a picture - the lights in the living room were particularly dazzling, but they made the mans sharp face look confusing.
Emma Watson suddenly pressed her heart, her eyes were hazy, and her lips were slightly open. She couldnt help but follow Chris Hemsworths figure, and saw him walking gracefully and sitting next to the dining table, untying his exquisite and expensive silver cufflinks, waiting for the servant to serve the meal.
Is this the feeling of heartbeat? Emma Watson was dazed for a moment, looking at her chest with disbelief.
How could it be possible? How could she have such a feeling for such a conceited man? No, it must be the dim light today that makes her feel this way.
Yes, it must be. Emma Watson clenched her fists in secret, and her beautiful face was full of determination, as if she had made up her mind. Then she walked down the stairs.
The old man was the first to find Emma Watson, looking at her body-hugging peach-colored evening dress, and laughed, "It looks good, it looks good, the girl from the Smith family is really beautiful."
Peach color can add sexiness, and the silk fabric makes her slim curve exposed without any reservation. Coupled with the sexy V-neck design, Emma Watson exudes a unique coldness in her sexiness, making people think of a word: far away but untouchable.
"Thank you, Grandpa Rockefeller, for your praise." Emma Watson smiled generously and decently, completely different from the woman who appeared in front of Chris Hemsworth three times with pleading eyes.
Chris Hemsworths eyes first flashed a touch of surprise, but his face soon became gloomy. He snorted from his nose with a low voice, and a word came out from his throat, "Emma Watson, why are you here?"
His face was stunned, and then turned to the old man: "Grandpa, didnt you say there were no guests at home today?"
The old man of the Rockefeller family slammed his cane on the ground fiercely, making a loud noise. His eyebrows, which were very similar to Chris Hemsworth, frowned fiercely, and he shouted loudly: "What are you talking about? Emma Watson is your fianc茅e, how could she be an outsider?"
"But, Grandpa..."
"Shut up." Chris Hemsworth wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the old man. After glancing at him fiercely, he turned to Emma Watson with a gentle look: "Im just scolding Chris Hemsworth, dont be nervous, this will be your home from now on. Okay, lets eat quickly, you go and sit next to Chris Hemsworth."
"Thank you, Grandpa Rockefeller." Emma Watson smiled brightly. When she sat down, she didnt forget to give Chris Hemsworth a provocative look.
Chris Hemsworth snorted coldly and turned his eyes away with disdain. His lips were slightly raised, with a sense of madness and disdain.
The family dinner began, and the silent dining room was instantly filled with only the faint sounds of dishes and chopsticks colliding. Chris Hemsworth ate the food in front of him gracefully, without giving Emma Watson a glance, and Emma Watson was the same, her eyes only moving on the Rockefeller familys old man and the dishes.
There was a special atmosphere between the two people, which made the entire living room filled with a faint atmosphere.
But the old man of the Rockefeller family was very satisfied with this situation. Well, there is no sign of quarrel between the two people, and they can be considered to get along peacefully.
There were no parents of the Rockefeller family on the dining table, only the old man of the Rockefeller family sitting in the main seat, and Emma Watson and Chris Hemsworth were arranged on the left side of the old man of the Rockefeller family. The three people ate the whole meal in silence.
After the meal, the maid quickly came forward to clean up, and the old man of the Rockefeller family first looked at Emma Watson with a loving smile, "Emma Watson, the Rockefeller family is quite big, and there are many interesting things. You should go and take a look first." Then he glared at Chris Hemsworth, and his tone suddenly became heavy: "You, come with me."
"I know, Grandpa Rockefeller."
"Yes, Grandpa."
The two people spoke in unison, with one voice high and the other low, but they were very tacit.
Chris Hemsworth dared not show his temper in front of the old man of the Rockefeller family, and could only obediently follow him to the study. After entering the study, the old mans face suddenly became gloomy, which was completely different from the affection he showed to Emma Watson just now. Although his eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, his voice was low and his old voice had a powerful oppressive force.
"Chris Hemsworth, explain to me what happened in the magazine today?"
Hearing this, Chris Hemsworths beautiful eyes narrowed, and his hand slowed down. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the old man: "Grandpa, the magazines like to spread some baseless things, do you have to believe them?"
"Well, but the key now is not whether I believe it or not, but whether others believe it or not." The old man of the Rockefeller family casually spread the rice paper on the table, picked up the brush slowly and orderly, and dipped it in ink. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but his words were irresistible, "You should know that the reputation of the Rockefeller family cannot be tarnished by anyone. Now the matter in the magazine is widely spread, and the best solution is for you and Emma Watson to get engaged. You should get in touch with Emma Watson recently, and you will hold an engagement ceremony in a few days."
"Grandpa."
Chris Hemsworth stared at the old man for a few seconds, and suddenly stood up, his feet were silent, but the silence revealed his strong nature.
The old man of the Rockefeller family looked up at Chris Hemsworth, and there was no sign of concession between his eyebrows and eyes, and his strong attitude was obvious: "This matter is settled, you go out."
Obviously, Chris Hemsworth did not agree with the old mans words, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes raised, with a gentle but cold look, and his eyes narrowed. And the old man also raised his strong eyes and looked straight at Chris Hemsworth, and the eyebrows and eyes between the two people were so similar.
The atmosphere was stiff for dozens of seconds, and the old man was not in a hurry, obviously not intending to step back.
In the end, Chris Hemsworth gave up the array. Over the years, the old man has been dragging himself alone, and it is not easy. He doesnt want to make the old man sad on such a matter.
Isnt it just marrying a woman? He marries!
Chris Hemsworth walked out of the study with angry steps and saw Emma Watson as soon as he raised his eyes. She was alone on the second floor, enjoying the murals on the wall, and her serious appearance did not find the existence of Chris Hemsworth.
Chris Hemsworth walked over step by step, staring at Emma Watson with a pair of eyes that couldnt see the expression, and the second floors orange light quietly cut out his outline, with a cold look.
He saw his mouth with an illusory, seemingly non-existent smile, full of endless sarcasm. Facing Emma Watson, he snorted coldly with his nose, making a sound that only Emma Watson could hear, waking her up from her appreciation.
Turning his eyes, Emma Watson smiled silently, and looked at Chris Hemsworth sideways, without any embarrassment, only equality.
"Is this your goal, to enter the Rockefeller family?"
"So what if it is?" Emma Watson smiled, her eyes curved into crescents, very beautiful: "My original plan was not this, but I have already begged you for this matter, but you refused to help. Since you wont help, I will make you have to help."
Hearing this, Chris Hemsworths face suddenly became gloomy, and the voice pressed from his throat came out, word by word with sarcasm: "Ah, you are still the first shameless woman I have seen. In order to marry me, you even use such means."
"So what." Emma Watson smiled indifferently, as if she was not affected by his words at all, and spread her hands, with her eyes wide open, all innocent: "Mr. Rockefeller, I think you should understand one thing, the result I want is not to marry you, but to enter the Rockefeller family."
Looking at Emma Watsons appearance, Chris Hemsworth suddenly felt very annoyed, and subconsciously pursed his lips, feeling that he had nothing to say with the woman in front of him. Emma Watson turned around and left.
But just as she took two steps, she heard the voice of Lin Mo behind her, not loud but just enough for her to hear: "Mr. Rockefeller, lets talk about a deal."
"Talk about a deal?" He turned around, and Chris Hemsworth smiled, with sarcasm and madness, his eyes were evil: "Ah, what qualifications do you think you have to talk to me about a deal, with your identity as a fallen daughter?"
"Oh?" Chris Hemsworths curiosity was aroused, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a playful look: "Tell me about your deal."
"Mr. Rockefeller is forced to get married, and he must be very unwilling."
He glanced at Emma Watsons expression, and Chris Hemsworth shrugged indifferently, his voice deep: "Indeed."
"Similarly, I am also unwilling. I can ensure that I will not provoke you in the marriage, and I can even promise that after a certain time, I can also ruin my reputation to facilitate you and me to break the engagement."
Emma Watson suddenly smiled, her eyes were serious, but also sarcastic, without any concealment.
Such conditions are indeed very attractive, and Chris Hemsworths eyebrows and eyes stretched, his beautiful thin lips curled into a smile that seemed to be laughing but not laughing, and his slender fingers knocked on the wall from time to time, his deep eyes looking at her, indicating that she should continue.
"Of course, such a payment cannot be just me alone, I do this, and I also need Mr. Rockefeller to promise me to inject capital into Smith Industries to help Smith Industries rebuild."
Chris Hemsworth was shocked, and he didnt expect that Emma Watson was still thinking about this idea now. Looking at her red lips opening and closing, and her completely different temperament on both sides before, Chris Hemsworth suddenly became interested.
Leaning against the wall, Chris Hemsworth looked at Emma Watson leisurely, as if he was looking at some kind of rare thing.
Unconsciously, a touch of playfulness and an unknown feeling appeared in Chris Hemsworths eyes, and a thin amazement flashed across his dark eyes. It seems that this woman is very different from the one he knew before!
After a while, he slowly said, leaning forward with his tall body, with a sense of oppression: "Ah, what you said is very tempting, but how do you know I will agree to cooperate with you."
"I just know." Emma Watsons small hand clenched tightly, but her eyelids were slightly closed, seemingly careless: "Mr. Rockefeller is a smart person, isnt he?"
"Indeed," Chris Hemsworth suddenly smiled: "Then..."
Chris Hemsworth stretched out his hand and offered it to Emma Watson, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and you couldnt see the emotion: "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation!"
Two hands touched, and the orange light shone on the two people, with a touch of haziness and ambiguity.
A long time later, the smile on Chris Hemsworths lips at that time was still engraved in Emma Watsons heart. Whenever she thought of it, she just missed it and sighed: missing is missing...