Song Tianyao looked down at it. "That makes sense. So, wearing this suit makes me a saint or a Puritan? A thousand pounds is indeed very expensive."
"Of course." Angie Perlis reached out and wrapped her arms around Song Tianyao's neck, and Song Tianyao picked her up in his arms.
"So I think it's better for me to ruin the clothes than for you to wear them and be noticed by other women, who would then become my rivals."
The two walked towards the bedroom, Angie Perlis, nestled in Song Tianyao's arms, said, "My mother will love your gift, but what about the gift you mentioned for my father?"
"Didn't your father say he always envied the neighbor who was an elite? That elite neighbor even cooked for royalty once."
"That's right, that's something he's always envied."
"No need for that now. He's the owner of that elite business now. I had Mr. James help me buy the restaurant in your name."
Chapter 452 The claw hammer is good.
After disembarking at Glasgow Bellestadt Airport, Angie Perlis declined Song Tianyao's suggestion to take a taxi directly. Instead, she led Song Tianyao onto a train bound for the city center. The old-fashioned train, still decorated in the Victorian era, headed towards the city. An elderly woman sitting opposite them watched with a smile as Angie Perlis and Song Tianyao snuggled together.
"Child, is this young man your husband?" the old woman asked gently in English, her bright eyes shining.
Angie Perlis nodded. "We're not married yet; he's my fiancé."
"He's very handsome," the old woman said, looking Song Tianyao up and down.
"Thanks."
After the old woman took out a newspaper and started reading, Song Tianyao looked down at Angie Perlis's hands resting on his arm. "No longer worried about people discriminating against you for having a China fiancé?"
"This is Scotland, this is Glasgow," Angie Perlis said with a smile.
She seemed to be in a good mood when she came home this time.
What's the difference?
"Most Scotland don't discriminate against outsiders; only those London who call themselves Britain always feel that bloodline and race are superior." Angie Perlis twirled a strand of dark red hair between her fingers. "That's the color of the Scotland."
The train took nearly an hour to slowly pull into Glasgow Central Station. As soon as I stepped out of the station, before I could even escape the bustling crowd of people exiting, a little boy, no more than eight or nine years old, was already excitedly shouting.
"Angie, I see Angie! Angie!"
Angie Perlis and Song Tianyao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a slightly aged middle-aged couple and a young couple standing behind the boy, looking in the direction the boy was pointing. The middle-aged woman was holding the boy in front of her.
Angie Perlis waved excitedly in response, then gestured to Song Tianyao:
"That's my family, my parents, my sister and her husband Joe, and my dearest brother Blair. I couldn't resist giving you this surprise, so I called them beforehand to come pick us up."
Angie Perlis's family walked through the crowd towards the two. Song Tianyao and Angie companion stepped forward to greet them, but at that moment, several white men in suits walked over and blocked their path. The leader of the white men smiled.
"Excuse me, Miss Angie Perlis? Welcome home."
Angie Perlis was in a hurry to see her family and almost bumped into someone. Song Tianyao reacted quickly, grabbing Angie Perlis's arm, stepping forward to protect Angie, and speaking in English:
Is there something you need?
"Are you Miss Angie's yellow-skinned squire? Wow, your tie is beautiful, high-end stuff." The man didn't do anything out of line, but raised his hands, slowly took a small step back, and smiled at Song Tianyao.
At this moment, Angie Perlis's family members also hurried over. Angie Perlis's father, Ben, frowned, adjusted his glasses, and said to the man in a serious tone:
"Is there something you need? This is my daughter and her friend."
"Oh, hello, Charlie to talk to your daughter, Miss Angie, about the Whistle Restaurant." The man turned his head, glanced at Angie Perez's family, and said with a smile.
Ben glanced at Angie Perlis and Song Tianyao, then said to the man, "Charlie? Whistle Restaurant? What's that? I think you've got it wrong, my daughter's back from Hong Kong."
"Charlie of the Flower Street Gang is never wrong. I think you must be mistaken, right?" The man looked at Angie Perlis and said, "Mr. James of London's West End, he may be a big shot I'll have to look up to my whole life, but I have no intention of going to London to look up to him. This is Glasgow, and we don't live by London's rules."
Upon hearing the name "Flower Street Gang," Angie Perlis's family members tensed up, and even Angie Perlis frowned.
"That restaurant is mine. It's a gift for my fiancée's family. I like to follow the rules. I'm going to see the Mr. Charlie you mentioned..." Song Tianyao gestured to Angie Perlis not to worry and then spoke to the man himself.
The man reached out and gently tugged at Song Tianyao's tie. "Shut up, kid. I only care who owns that restaurant now. Are you that fucking Angie Perez?"
"I think you should consider taking off my tie right now; it's expensive, seventy-five pounds. I've heard Britain is a country of gentlemen, and I didn't expect to encounter this situation Britain, but I'm prepared." Song Tianyao said earnestly to the man with grey-blue eyes and scars on his neck and forehead, his expression completely unchanged. "I promise, I'll go see that Charlie, okay? Now, can I have a hug with my woman and her family, and then go have dinner?"