After all, these things are conspicuous.

My uncle holds such a high position, and if they keep moving around, it could attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives, which could cause a lot of trouble.

*

Jiang Yongxian returned to his dormitory with the things he had packed from Haicheng Hotel. When Peng Cuiying opened the lunchbox, she saw a lobster as thick as her arm, a crab bigger than her face, a juicy eight-treasure gourd duck, and a Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup that smelled so good it made her mouth water. Her eyes lit up immediately.

She knew that someone had invited Jiang Yongxian to dinner today, but she didn't expect that Jiang Yongxian would also pack so many good things for her to bring back.

I felt both proud and gratified.

"Son, I'm so glad I raised you. You're so successful and filial. Even when others invite you to dinner, you still remember to bring back so many delicious things for me."

As Peng Cuiying spoke, she picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

Jiang Yongxian frowned slightly when he saw Peng Cuiying's expression, as if she had never eaten anything good before. He felt a little disgusted.

But at this point, he couldn't say anything about Peng Cuiying.

The unit in Haicheng arranged for these cadres who came from other parts of the country for exchange and study to live in the dormitory of the family compound.

These dormitory buildings offer absolutely no privacy; if you speak even slightly loudly, your neighbors can hear you clearly.

I reckon if he's talking loudly with Peng Cuiying today, the whole residential compound will know by tomorrow, and by the day after tomorrow it'll be back at his workplace.

At that point, the humble and filial image he cultivated in front of his colleagues and superiors will completely collapse.

Peng Cuiying finished the whole lobster before noticing that Jiang Yongxian hadn't touched it. She couldn't help but ask with concern, "Son, aren't you going to eat?"

Seeing Jiang Yongxian frowning and looking distressed, she quickly asked, "Son, what's wrong? Did you have a bad meal with the officials here today?"

Jiang Yongxian didn't speak, but just looked at Peng Cuiying, his brows furrowing even more.

Peng Cuiying put down her chopsticks. "Son, if you really run into any difficulties, talk to your mother. Although I haven't seen much of the world, I've watched your father serve as the deputy factory director for so many years. I might be able to give you some advice on interpersonal relationships."

Jiang Yongxian certainly wouldn't dare to expect Peng Cuiying to give him advice.

But now that he had no one else to talk to, he told them about how he had run into Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao with Yue family at the Haicheng Grand Hotel earlier that day.