Chapter 3 is hard to coax.

Jiang Yimian was not in a hurry to go back.

She only slowly left the school when her father called her for the third time to urge her.

Jiangzhai is far from the city center, with excellent scenery and prime real estate, making it a popular choice for wealthy individuals to purchase property here.

I took a taxi back to the Jiang residence. Inside, the European-style carved iron gate was brightly lit, and servants were busy at work.

It's obvious that a distinguished guest has arrived.

Butler Li jogged over, his eyes scanning her up and down, his voice cold and hard: "Miss, the master wants you to go through the side door to your room to change your clothes before going to the hall."

Jiang Yimian wore a simple white top and high-waisted jeans. Her clothes were plain and clean, showing no signs of the extravagance expected of a wealthy young lady. She relied entirely on her natural charm and beauty to carry the look.

Jiang Yimian followed Uncle Li to the side door. As she passed through the hall, she turned her head slightly from the corner and caught a glimpse of the man's profile.

She glanced away and went to the innermost small room on the third floor.

Uncle Li pointed to the clothes on the bed, "Hurry up and change, don't let the guests laugh at you."

Jiang Yimian glanced at it and knew that it was a high-end brand of clothing, which was many times more expensive than the clothes she was wearing that cost less than two hundred yuan in total.

She curled her lip and said, "I wasn't making fun of you."

Uncle Li's face turned ugly. He glared at her and left.

Downstairs, Lu Wenchang looked at the man in front of him with admiration.

At the young age of 25, he had already established himself on Wall Street and built his own business empire, SM Group.

With the presence of the Bo family, no one in Yanjing could surpass him.

The Bo family is a century-old family in Yanjing, standing at the top. If it weren't for that marriage agreement and relationship, the Lu family probably wouldn't be able to reach Bo Jinzhou's level.

Lu Yiwan came out of the kitchen, poured him a cup of tea, and then sat down next to him naturally: "Ajin, try this, it's my dad's favorite tea."

Bo Jinzhou sat languidly on the sofa, his fingers interlaced in front of him. Although his posture was inappropriate, it exuded an air of noble aloofness.

He took a sip and smiled, "Not bad, Uncle's taste is as good as ever."

Lu Wenchang was even happier. "If you like it, I'll have Uncle Li prepare some for you. You can take it home and drink it later."

Bo Jinzhou: "No need to trouble yourself, I won't take what belongs to someone else." As he spoke, he stood up and glanced towards the gate, "Hasn't Mianmian returned yet?"

Lu Yiwan's brow twitched, and she stood up with a gentle smile: "Ah Jin, Mianmian is still a student and busy with her studies, so she might be a little late."

"We've already sent someone to pick you up. Shall we eat first?"

Su Hui: "Yes, let's eat first. We're family, so we don't need to be so particular."

Bo Jinzhou didn't speak, his eyes cold and devoid of warmth. When he looked at Lu Yiwan, the coldness faded, and he remained nonchalant. "No."

"She'll get angry if we don't wait for her."

I wonder how the little princess has been all these years?

The girl who used to be willful and spoiled in front of him is probably even more temperamental now, and she won't even accept his WeChat friend request.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of doting.

Lu Yiwan noticed this detail and clenched her fists a little tighter.

Lu Wenchang gave Uncle Li a look, signaling him to urge him.

Uncle Li lowered his head and was about to turn and walk upstairs when a calm, even voice came, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Caught off guard, Bo Jinzhou felt a sudden tremor in his heart for some reason, and looked towards the stairwell.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared. Jiang Yimian was wearing a fitted long dress. The style was ordinary, but the material was smooth and shiny, giving her an air of elegance.

Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were serene, and her light makeup added a touch of color to her bright features.

She has striking features, but her temperament is pure and aloof. She usually wears white, which makes her look cold and fragile, but her red lips are like a thorny wild rose when she opens her mouth.

Their eyes met, and Bo Jinzhou's pupils contracted, feeling a sharp pain in his heart for some reason.

The bar was dimly lit yesterday, so I can see her clearly now.

She has changed.

Unlike before, those eyes from my memory have become calm and lifeless.

She carried a composure that didn't belong to her, and her cheerful and carefree nature was completely absent.

On the contrary, Jiang Yimian's gaze was as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.

Lu Yiwan took the lead and held Jiang Yimian's hand, blocking their view of each other.

"Mianmian, so you're back already! Everyone's been waiting for you."

Jiang Yimian calmly pulled her hand away from hers, a slightly sarcastic smile on her face: "Am I that important?"

Lu Yiwan: "What are you saying? We're all family. It's perfectly normal to wait a while."

Lu Wenchang's voice became more serious: "Alright, let's begin the feast."

Bo Jinzhou stepped forward, his thin lips slightly parted, and the girl in front of him turned and walked towards the restaurant.

Lu Yiwan glanced at Bo Jinzhou gently, her voice soft: "Jinzhou, Mianmian's temper hasn't been very good these past two years. Don't take it to heart. She's not targeting you..."

Her back was slender, and the thin fabric clung to her clearly defined bones.

Bo Jinzhou frowned slightly, seemingly ignoring Lu Yiwan's words, and followed directly.

As soon as Lu Yiwan finished speaking, Bo Jinzhou walked away without looking at her. She stared blankly at Bo Jinzhou's broad back.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Yimian's figure with resentment.

Su Hui came over and gently patted her back. The mother and daughter looked at each other.

"This little bitch can't beat you, don't be afraid."

Lu Yiwan nodded, her eyes filled with a determined look.

Lu Wenchang: "Wanwan, you sit with Ajin."

Bo Jinzhou pulled out the chair next to him, and Lu Yiwan was about to walk over when Bo Jinzhou looked at Jiang Yimian and said, "Jiang Yimian, sit here."

Lu Yiwan paused, her smile instantly freezing.

Jiang Yimian pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down: "President Bo, I'll sit here."

Seeing this, Su Hui immediately pushed her daughter over and sat down next to Bo Jinzhou, saying, "We're all family, no need for formalities."

Bo Jinzhou stepped out, walked to the opposite side, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Jiang Yimian. "I am a guest, so I should sit in the lower seat."

Su Hui didn't expect Bo Jinzhou to act so quickly, so she could only sit down in the spot where Bo Jinzhou had just been sitting.

Lu Yiwan's face was already very ugly, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

Jiang Yimian saw this and smiled with a good mood, giving Su Hui and Lu Yiwan a provocative raised eyebrow.

At the dinner table, Bo Jinzhou's attention was entirely on Jiang Yimian, picking food for her and talking to her.

Jiang Yimian's response was consistently indifferent.

"Thank you, Mr. Bo, I can do it myself."

I don't know how many times she's said "thank you."

Bo Jinzhou raised an eyebrow slightly and clicked his tongue, "Jiang Mianmian, you might as well just wear 'thank you' on your head."

Jiang Yimian: "..."

Lu Yiwan stared at the person opposite her the whole time, unable to even eat her meal.

Jiang Yimian could see him as soon as she looked up, and replied, "After so many years apart, we've become estranged."

Bo Jinzhou frowned, but she was right; the two hadn't seen each other for seven years, and it was indeed natural for them to feel awkward.

But he could tell that Jiang Yimian was angry with him.

This anger won't subside anytime soon.

And they're also very hard to coax.