Chapter 87: Do you feel wronged about what happened that day?
The man kept looking at her. In the huge carriage, the two of them kept a distance. Although Xiao Jingrun was very elegant, when he was relaxed, the sense of alienation engraved in his bones would unconsciously reveal itself.
Jiang Zhiyue faced the man's gaze without changing her expression. Xiao Jingrun picked up a few pages of documents and handed them to her.
"I'll give you forty minutes to get from Huaxi Road to Gu's house." His voice was still gentle, but at this moment it unconsciously carried a scrutinizing tone.
Jiang Zhiyue sat next to him and did not dare to be careless.
She has been preparing to go abroad and has learned several minor languages. In addition, admission to Wharton itself requires professional minor languages.
The five-page document that Xiao Jingrun gave her was all related to the financial systems of some Gulf countries, collecting annual trade data for comparative analysis.
Industry insiders concluded that Xiao Jingrun only needed approval.
Jiang Zhiyue took the document in her hand and saw traces of modification in the middle of each line of text. It was obvious that Xiao Jingrun was familiar with this language.
The light inside the car became brighter at some point, and a beam of light from overhead just happened to shine on the document in the girl's hand. Xiao Jingrun handed her a pen. When Jiang Zhiyue reached out to take it, her fingertips accidentally brushed against the man's fingertips. Fortunately, Xiao Jingrun didn't seem to mind.
He sat there, watching leisurely.
The car drove along the smooth road. While Jiang Zhiyue was translating, Xiao Jingrun looked out the window and said a few words from time to time, "After the welcome party, Zhaoye hasn't come back yet?"
After he finished speaking, he clearly saw the girl's hand pause, and then she continued translating as if nothing had happened.
The man looked at her with inquiry and scrutiny, and then smiled and asked, "Do you feel wronged about what happened that day?"
Jiang Zhiyue was concentrating on translating. There was always someone talking next to her, and she had to listen carefully to what the other person said, nodding in agreement from time to time. It was difficult for her to concentrate on writing, as she didn't have much time left.
Some of the content on the second page of the document were vocabulary from the Hebrew Finance Level 3 exam. Jiang Zhiyue had not registered for the Hebrew Finance Level 3 exam yet, so she could only try to find some sporadic memories from the words she had reviewed recently.
Xiao Jingrun talked to her and asked her to translate. Jiang Zhiyue believed that it was a test. From the moment he chose her at the welcome party, it was obvious that he was not a person who liked to stick to the rules.
"No, I've been mentally prepared since I came to the public school." Jiang Zhiyue took the time to answer, her eyes became more crystal clear under the light, and her voice was a little ethereal.
Xiao Jingrun didn't say anything else, but his eyes never left her face.
Forty minutes later, Jiang Zhiyue turned to the third page and continued translating with a pen in hand. Suddenly, she looked out the window and found that she was getting closer and closer to the road leading to Gu's house.
There is still one page left to be written.
A rare hint of discouragement flashed across the girl's face, but her cell phone was still vibrating in her pocket. When she arrived near Gu's house, Jiang Zhiyue still had half a page left to write, so she had no choice but to hand it to Xiao Jingrun.
Xiao Jingrun looked at her, asked her to take it, and then signaled her that she could get off the car.
"I'll be in the music room at the public school tomorrow. You can come find me when you're done."
"The reward will be calculated based on your accuracy."
Jiang Zhiyue's eyes flashed with surprise, and she was about to say something...
After Xiao Jingrun finished his last sentence, the car window rolled up and the black sedan disappeared into the night.
Jiang Zhiyue then took out the vibrating cell phone from her pocket. Except for the bored Chu Junche, no one would normally disturb her. However, when she took it out, she saw that it was the housekeeper, who asked her why she hadn't returned home yet and that the eldest young master would be back soon.
Gu Zhaoye arrived home on the early morning flight!
.....
The black car drove away.
The Xiao family's residence is located near the Presidential Palace and is known as the second small presidential palace. The huge double-headed eagle statue at the main gate marks the peak of the Xiao family's power. Xiao Jingrun usually chooses to return to the bay mansion. The mansion area located in a large bay view belongs to Xiao Jingrun.
He returned home and seemed to be in a good mood. I don't know what happened to him outside.
Seeing Xiao's mother sitting next to the piano, Xiao Jingrun respectfully called out, "Mother."
Xiao's mother was a beautiful woman, graceful and elegant. She wore a gorgeous silk retro long dress with phoenix embroidery, which made her look dignified and elegant.
She smiled and said, "Jingrun, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You've finally come home after finishing your work. I asked the servant to make a bowl of ginseng soup. Drink it later."
"It's so late, you haven't rested yet." Xiao Jingrun walked over. The music scores on the piano stand were works by world-famous pianists. He picked them up and looked through them, then asked, "Have you started practicing new music again?"
"I'm just killing time because I'm bored." Xiao's mother looked calm, but still smiling. "Yanzhu sent me an invitation letter during the day. I never thought that the little girl back then could hold a concert on her own."
"This is Yeon-joo's first solo piano recital in the country. Jingrun, if you have time, come with me to watch it."
Xiao's mother handed over the invitation. On the exquisite gold-stamped cover was a noble and elegant blonde girl. Xiao Jingrun's gentle eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded, "I will try to make time."
"Have you been to public school recently?" Xiao's mother asked again.
Xiao Jingrun shook his head.
Mother Xiao couldn't help but sigh, "You are still young. The connections outside are important, and the connections in the public school are also important. The future world is made up of you and them, so you must not take it lightly."
Xiao Jingrun curled his lips, pressed his slender fingertips on the piano keys, and a sharp musical sound came out unexpectedly.
"Maybe." He smiled.
Xiao's mother looked at him, and he also looked at her. Xiao's mother sighed and couldn't help but said, "Liansheng had a fight with Zhaoye at your party. Is that true? Don't bother with Liansheng. You used to be good friends. If it weren't for his father..."
"It would have been better if mother had married Uncle Mu. She would have lived a freer life than she does now." Xiao Jingrun interrupted.
Mother Xiao's smile froze on her face.
Xiao Jingrun put down the sheet music and sighed, "My mother and these musicians were classmates at the Vinaish Music School. People who were not as good as my mother became pianists, and my mother became a man's wife."
No one knew what he meant by this. After Xiao Jingrun finished speaking, he said good night to Xiao's mother and left.
Xiao's mother sat there, unable to recover for a long time.
She hurriedly called the two followers around Xiao Jingrun over and asked Xiao Jingrun what happened outside.
The attendant only said: "Young Master has been very close to a special student recently..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
