Chapter 2 Zhou Jingyu

Chen Zan lowered her head when she heard this, and sure enough, she saw her bare feet, which she had taken advantage of to stay cool. No wonder Mr. Zhou was looking at her. She suddenly felt a little hot in her ears. She lowered her brows and said, "Wait a moment," then reached out to turn on the ceramic stove for making tea, and went out to look for her shoes.

Before Zhang Qing could say anything, Chen Zan had already run out. Then he looked into the tea room and saw Zhou Jingyu with a faint smile on his face.

In the small courtyard framed by the wooden window, the little girl in the green cheongsam went back to the straw mat and looked for a while. Then she found her slippers and came back with a clatter.

Zhou Jingyu withdrew his gaze and asked Zhang Qing to sit down.

Zhang Qing smiled and said, "That girl looks obedient, quiet, well-educated and well-mannered. She's also very pretty. You can tell she's been well-educated."

Zhou Jingyu shook his head slightly, but did not respond.

Chenzhan's tea art was influenced by his grandmother since he was a child, and he is very good at it.

Zhang Qing watched her warm the cup, add tea, brew it, and shake the incense. Her smooth and orderly technique was comparable to that of the wealthy families in the old city. He couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Take the initiative to talk: "Little girl, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Chen Zan." She said her name.

"Is your father's surname Chen?" Zhang Qing knew that Xu's grandmother's surname was Chen and thought it was a coincidence.

She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment: "No, I took my grandmother's last name."

Chen Zan has a special life experience. Ms. Xu Jing went to Beijing to study. She became pregnant before graduation and gave birth to Chen Zan after she came back. The biological father has always been a secret that the family avoids talking about. All they know is that he is a very influential person in Beijing.

Zhang Qing was a little surprised and subconsciously looked at Zhou Jingyu. The man seemed to have no expression. His eyes fell on the jade bracelet on Chen Zan's wrist. It turned out to be an inlaid bracelet of jadeite. The material was excellent, but the color was not as good as imperial green.

At this time, Chen Zan had already prepared the tea soup and placed it in front of Zhou Jingyu when it was 70% full.

Zhang Qingyuan wanted to ask about Chen Zan's life experience, but Zhou Jingyu had already slowly taken a sip of tea, his Adam's apple moving slightly as he swallowed it.

He said slowly and in a low voice, "Is it Bamboo Leaf Green?"

Chen Zan had been making tea with his head down, but now he raised his head when he heard the voice and took a good look at the man in front of him.

Her eyebrows and features are three-dimensional, her eyelashes are like crow feathers, each one distinct, her eyes are deep and dark, but her eyelids are quite thin, with a faint mole on the shallow wrinkles.

He was clearly dressed in a suit and shirt made of crisp fabric, and the two unbuttoned buttons gave off an irrepressible arrogance and ruffian air, as if telling Chen Zan that the man in front of him was not as noble and gentle as he looked.

But the way he tasted tea was dignified and graceful, extremely pleasing to the eye, and his voice was deep and magnetic, revealing the texture and charm of a mature man.

But he always had the intimidating, unapproachable aura of someone in a superior position. It wasn't something he tried to do, but rather something that was innate, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression. Furthermore, since he was a stranger, she didn't say much.

Chen Zhan hadn't expected that he would recognize this kind of tea that ordinary people have at home. It didn't seem that scary. He suddenly relaxed and curled his eyes. "It's our local specialty tea, Bamboo Leaf Green."

When she smiled, the heavy frankincense from the incense burner filled his face, and the restlessness that Zhou Jingyu had just suppressed with tea seemed to rise again.

Zhang Qing took a sip and felt that the tea aroma was fresh, tender and refreshing, and he couldn't taste anything else.

Just as he was about to speak, Chen Zan looked out the window and said, "Grandma is back."

Then he got up and went out to help his grandmother carry the flower seeds in the basket.

As the person left, even the fragrance faded. Zhou Jingyu's eyes were dark and he stroked the watch on his wrist, as if he was thinking about something else.

Zhang Qing: "Grandma Xu looks quite young and strong."

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Chen Zhan’s grandmother, Chen Jiaohua.

I heard that this delicate name was changed later, but my grandmother was not delicate at all.

Xu Jing made a mistake in her early years and came back pregnant, which made the old lady very angry. She immediately wanted to buy a ticket to go to Beijing to ask for an explanation. Xu Jing cried and begged her not to go, which made Chen Jiaohua extremely disappointed.

Later, he refused to follow Xu Jing to live in the city no matter what. He lived alone in this small farmhouse in the suburbs. He never had to worry about anyone and lived a happy life.

But she was very good to Chen Zan, giving her all her best treasures. Even the jade bracelet on her wrist was a gift from Chen Jiaohua for her 18th birthday.

Chen Jiaohua was over 60 years old at an early age. Apart from not liking to dye her hair, she maintained herself well. She wore a Xiangyunsha cheongsam made by an old tailor and looked like she was less than 50 years old. She lived a very elegant life.

Chen Zan took the flower seeds from her hand and told her that someone was coming to visit.

Chen Jiaohua said that she saw the private car parked outside the door. Although it was just an Audi, it looked unusual. In addition, there was a call from Beijing in the morning, so she roughly guessed that it might be someone from the Zhou family.

When he went in, he asked Chen Zan what he had said to the people who came. In fact, Chen Zan didn't say a few words to those two people. He just chatted with them about family matters while making tea for them.

Chen Jiaohua nodded and praised Chen Zhan for his good work. She also said, "Please help me take the seedlings to the second floor and soak them in warm water. I will plant them later. Don't worry about those people in there. You can't afford to offend them if you say the wrong thing."

When Chen Zan heard this, Mr. Zhou's face subconsciously flashed through his mind. He was indeed a noble man who was not to be trifled with.

Chen Jiaohua instructed Chen Zhan about soaking the flower seeds, then brushed off the non-existent dust on her cheongsam and went to the tea room.

When Chen Jiaohua entered the tea room, Zhang Qing had already stood up. She looked at the other young man sitting on the low Zen chair. Her relaxed expression froze for a moment, and a look of disbelief flashed across her eyes. "You are..."

Zhou Jingyu stood up, his attitude respectful. "Hello, I'm Zhou Jingyu."

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Chen Zan knew that his grandmother asked him to soak the seeds to get him away. Perhaps the other party was from the capital, or perhaps the other party was not someone to be trifled with.

She understood everything that Ms. Xu Jing and her grandmother wanted to hide from her. Even when she wanted to go to Beijing to study, she was stopped. It seemed that she could go to any city except Beijing.

Chen Zan is not a fool, she knows a lot of things.

Grandma didn't chat with the people in the tea room for long. Before Chen Zan could even finish soaking the seeds, Mr. Zhou had already left with his secretary.

Chen Jiaohua had no intention of inviting anyone to dinner, and Zhou Jingyu also knew why Chen Jiaohua did that. The Zhou family was also involved in the struggle within the core power structure of the capital, and the Zhou family was the winner that year.

If it weren't for Old Lady Zhou, this old lady would have lost contact with the capital long ago.

Dusk has completely set in the west, and it is the blues moment as the twilight deepens.

Zhou Jingyu came out from the bluestone road and passed by the climbing trellis. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the horror and suspense comic book about murder and dismemberment lying on the straw mat.

Chen Jiaohua politely escorted the people to the gate of the courtyard and also gave them a pot of sleeping lotus.

The old lady in the old house in the capital also grows flowers and has hired three or five servants to take care of them. Zhou Jingyu knows how expensive the sleeping lotus is.

He just said, "It's too expensive."

Chen Jiaohua asked Zhang Qing to hold it carefully.

"I brought this seed from the capital. It was the dowry your grandmother gave me. Take it home and take good care of it. I'm an old woman living a good life. You are nobles from wealthy families. My place is not a good place either. If you can avoid coming, then don't come. I will talk to your grandmother myself."

Zhou Jingyu frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything else and asked Zhang Qing to put it away.

Chen Zan heard the noise and curiously poked his head out of the second-floor window.

I just happened to see the secretary opening the car door for Mr. Zhou. He was very tall, with broad shoulders, a wide body and long legs from the back. The curtain flowed along his outline, casting shadows on the edges of his shirt. He had rolled up his sleeves and a bright platinum watch on his wrist.

Chen Zhan thought of his roommate who was often obsessed with the school student union president, and said that if someone was handsome, you could tell he was handsome just by looking at his back.

Just as Chen Zan was resting his chin on the windowsill in a daze, Zhou Jingyu suddenly turned around and glanced at her on the second floor. The little girl's face was full of collagen, and she looked indescribably obedient and naive.

The man's deep eyes fell on Chen Zan, and she felt as if she was suddenly scalded.

While I was stunned, the person had already gotten into the car, closed the door, and the car slowly drove away from the yard.