Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 834 Getting Together (Part Three)

Ivan burst into laughter. He said, "You've been planning this a long time. You're lucky dad hasn't figured it out yet. If he knows you have the chance but don't take it, he'd probably blow his top and end up in the hospital again..." After signing all the documents, he pressed a button and summoned his secretary. She came and took all the documents out of the office. Then he stood up and walked over to the wine cabinet, pouring two glasses. Glasses of wine in hand, he walked towards Spark. Handing him a glass, Ivan sat down beside him. "C'mon Spark, do it. It's the chance of a lifetime," he said. Spark took one more look at the business card in his hand. "But I'm afraid..." he sighed deeply, throwing the business card on the tea table in front of him and leaning backward against the sofa. "What if it's not all it's cracked up to be?"

Taking a look at the business card on the table, Ivan picked it up and scanned it. "You're impossible," he stated. He placed the business card back onto the table, slowly, deliberately. Giving Spark a meaningful glance, he continued, "Like mother, like son. Just like her, you want something but won't actually take it, even when it's right in front of you."

As soon as he heard what Ivan had said, Spark gave him a cold glare.

Without waiting for Spark to respond, he swished the wine around in the glass. Then he shrugged and said, "You know it's true. And I don't care what you think. Daddy and Harrow babied you, but I'm not them." As the eldest child of the Su Family, Ivan had had a childhood different from that of Harrow or Spark. At a very early age, he had known that his dad had had a mistress. He hadn't liked it, but he still accepted his half-brother into the family. He continued, "They felt bad, because dad couldn't keep it in his pants. So they always let you do whatever you wanted. But, Spark, you're not a kid anymore. They can't protect you forever..."

Spark's face looked gloomy. He was disgusted with what Ivan said, but he had to admit he was right. "Don't lecture me..." Yes, Ivan was right, but that didn't mean Spark had to like it. Banging the glass of wine on the tea table, he got up and fidgeted, making it obvious he was taking off.

However, Ivan wouldn't let him go so easily. He said, "Take the business card with you. If you just leave it there, it'll bug me. Throw it out if you like, but don't make me do it."

Spark went from annoyance to rage in no time flat. "Are you trying to piss me off?" he growled.

With a shrug, Ivan answered, "But I'm so good at it. Why would I stop? Really, I'm too busy. I'm taking care of the Su Group. It's a very big company, and a big responsibility. Poor Harrow! He'd rather do anything other than take over the family business. You're worse. You run a cake shop that only stays open because you can afford to lose money, and you waste your time here in my office..."

This tipped him over the edge. Spark glowered, showing the whites of his eyes. He turned around, picked up the business card, and left the office.

"Bang!" the door slammed shut.

Ivan raised his eyebrows and smiled. While drinking the wine leisurely, his eyes were filled with glimmers of mischief. "He's a lot more fun than Harrow," he mumbled to himself. "Maybe I should ask Dad to give him something to do. If he's working, he won't need to figure out if he wants to or not." But as much as he mocked his half-brother, he also knew what was good for him. That business card was for a high-profile surgeon. Spark needed to call to make an appointment, but he just wouldn't do it.

Spark had just arrived at the parking lot, and suddenly felt a gust of cold air on his back. He could not help shuddering.

Later that evening, when he came back to the Su Family mansion, his father brought up Ivan's suggestion at the dinner table. Spark clenched his teeth angrily.

Looking at Spark with a meaningful expression, Ivan said in a scheming manner, "Don't be mad, bro. You need something to do. You have a duty to your dad and the company. After all, your left hand might be useless, but you can still use your right hand to sign your name or something. Don't be like your left hand."

Looking at Spark's gloomy face, Ivan wore a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Don't look at me like that. If you can't do a good job, you can just take off again. Yeah, do that. Maybe come back in ten years or so when you've decided to grow up..."

He stopped talking, because his father reacted more violently than Spark did. The old man glared at Ivan, and the corners of his mouth kept quivering. If he didn't know that Ivan was saying that just to get Spark to do something about his gimpy hand, the old man would have slapped Ivan till his face was bloody.

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The private plane to Dragon Island was being checked out on the tarmac. Inside the VIP room, Brian talked with Weston, while Wing and Molly were chatting away. Soon the topic shifted to the wedding that was a mere two weeks away.

Glancing at Brian, who looked indifferent as usual, Molly curled her mouth and said, "He never actually asked me..."

Hearing Molly's complaint, Wing raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's simple. Don't marry him until he proposes!"

"..." Molly was speechless, her mouth forming an "O." She had not expected Wing would say that. It seemed that she couldn't wait to marry Brian. She just complained to be mischievous.

"I know you love him, but don't let it show so much," Wing said. After she'd regained consciousness, Eric told her about the engagement ceremony. Stealing a furtive glance at Brian, who was at another table, she leaned over closer to Molly and half-whispered, "You wanna marry him right? Don't forget he's the impatient one."

Hearing that, Molly felt happy in her heart. Of course she knew Brian couldn't wait to marry her, but something came to mind at the same time.

"But all the plans have been made. The date's set." Molly frowned.

"Still. It kinda makes it less special, right?" Wing asked, frowning. Then she talked about how Richie had proposed to Shirley many years ago and how Weston had proposed to her. Due to her lively description, Molly couldn't help but envy Wing and Shirley. Wing's words made her really want Brian to formally propose. "Think about. Once you're married, he's never going to propose to you," Wing said.

Molly could do nothing but envy Wing from her heart. Every girl longed for a storybook style marriage, and of course she was no exception. She and Brian had been through a lot before they finally got together. She wanted her wedding ceremony to be perfect and magical. Brian and Weston were done talking. Taking a look at Molly with his deep eyes, he saw that she was lost in thought. Brian frowned slightly and glared at Wing, who wore a smirk on her face. In a cold voice, he asked, "Wing, what did you say to Mol?" *10000000