Cheng Juan didn't say anything.
He looked in the direction of the milk tea shop, his eyes were clear and cold, slightly narrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking, his mind was careless and mingled with a faint smell of smoke.
Lu Zhaoying thought he didn't hear her, so she repeated what she just said.
Cheng Juan then tilted his head slightly, raised his chin and pointed in Wei Zihang's direction, frowning: "Who is he?"
Lu Zhaoying: “…” Are you focusing on the wrong thing? !
Cheng Juan retracted his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and lit the cigarette in his mouth, "That major murder case three years ago, Mr. Xu was there."
Lu Zhaoying was stunned, with a look of confusion on his face. "What did you find out?"
"Speculation," Cheng Juan blew out a smoke ring, his eyes deep, "Mr. Xu doesn't have that much sympathy. Something was wrong when he showed up in Ninghai Village."
“So regarding the successor issue…” Lu Zhaoying raised his head abruptly.
Cheng Juan smiled and said, "There are two possibilities. One is that it is a cover-up. With Mr. Xu's status, even if he has a favorite heir, it would be difficult for him to ignore the interests of the Xu family and find an outsider to inherit."
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"Second, there is indeed an heir who makes him want to put aside external interests, and makes Old Xu almost give up the huge interests of the Xu family. When we came here, he took the initiative to find us and mentioned the matter of the heir. He is seeking my help. If this is true, the various forces in the capital will be reshuffled. At that time, whether this 'heir' can survive is unknown."
"It is indeed much easier for the Cheng family to keep someone alive than the Xu family." Lu Zhaoying had not thought of this deeper point. He was not good at reasoning about these things. He scratched his head and laughed, "Then this is not right. Qin Xiaoran should be the survivor of that incident. With her poor handwriting, Mr. Xu would not be interested in her, right?"
Cheng Juan didn't say anything, there was still one key point he couldn't figure out.
What role does Qin Ran play in this?
For someone like Mr. Xu to personally write a letter of recommendation, this matter was weird from beginning to end.
He blew out a smoke ring and looked in the direction of the milk tea shop, his eyes deep: "If there really is an heir he likes, things will change."
Thinking about Mr. Xu's identity, Lu Zhaoying realized the importance of the matter.
He looked up and wanted to say something, but saw Cheng Juan entering the milk tea shop.
It was a weekend, so the milk tea shop wasn't very crowded. Qin Ran asked Wei Zihang to wait on the side.
Turning around and putting a cup of milk tea on the table, Qin Ran smelled a familiar cold fragrance with a hint of mint.
Looking up, Cheng Juan was leaning on the bar with one hand. He was tall and had long legs, and he always lowered his head inadvertently when looking at people. Even though he looked calm and composed, there was a subtle sense of oppression.
Obviously, he had never had milk tea before. He stared at the long list of milk tea names, then frowned and tilted his head to look at her, seeming quite unhappy: "A delicious cup."
He pulled out a card and tried to swipe it.
Qin Ran glanced down and guessed that Master Cheng had never been out of the house. The milk tea shop didn’t have cash so they had to pay online. Who had used a limited-edition card to pay?
She held his hand and said, "I'll buy you a drink."
Cheng Juan didn't say anything. He just lowered his head slightly and looked at his fingers. The man's fingers were white, slender and beautiful, but the fingertips were not very delicate.
Her fingertips were clearly cold, but against the back of his hand, they felt like a prairie fire.
He raised his head politely and looked at Qin Ran, who was lowering her head to use various tools to mix milk tea.
Her expression was focused and calm, focused on the cup in her hand. Her slender fingers held the small spoon, stirring the fruit tea in the cup without touching the wall of the cup.
The milk tea cup is transparent and has a logo printed on it. Mix the green fruit tea into two-thirds, then quickly pick up the whipped cream and slowly pour it in. Finally, sprinkle it with brown chocolate powder.
Qin Ran was always serious about doing these things. She was usually very cold and indifferent, but when she was immersed in something, her sharpness was completely put away.
Even the arc of the long eyelashes is very beautiful.
"Thank you." He took the two cups of prepared milk tea, his every move was refreshing and elegant.
He walked to the side and tightened his fingers silently.
**
Feng family of Yuncheng.
"Mingyue, eat more. How is school? Are you used to the accommodation?" Feng Loucheng picked up a lot of dishes for Pan Mingyue. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but he always had the sharpness of being in a high position for a long time. His eyes were extremely sharp.
"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Pan Mingyue said softly, her short hair draped softly on her head, "My classmates are all very nice."
"It just so happens that your brother Feng is at home too. Don't go back to school this weekend. Stay at home and let your aunt make more delicious food for you." Feng Loucheng smiled gently.
He was smart and capable, and spoke few words, as if all his gentleness was given to the girl in front of him.
Madam Feng threw down her chopsticks with a "pop" and said, "I'm done."
She went upstairs in her high heels, making a very loud noise.
Feng Ci frowned.
Pan Mingyue tightened her grip on the chopsticks, then looked up and smiled at Feng Loucheng: "Uncle Feng, we are going to have the monthly exam soon, and I have to go back to school to study."
"Your aunt is like this," Feng Loucheng looked at Pan Mingyue and sighed, "Mingyue, you..."
"Uncle, I'm done eating. I'm going upstairs to get my clothes first." Pan Mingyue finished the food Feng Loucheng picked for her and went upstairs.
Her room was nice, but it didn't feel homely. When she opened the closet, she didn't see many clothes inside.
Most of them were from the past, and some were too small. Feng Loucheng was a man after all, and he would not take care of her in every aspect. He would only transfer money to her card on time every month, and she didn't use a penny of it.
But she didn't care.
She took several pieces of clothes and went downstairs.
Turning the corner, I heard the voices of Feng Ci and Feng Loucheng talking.
Feng Ci also put down his chopsticks. He was wiping his mouth with a tissue and glanced at Feng Loucheng: "Dad, not only does my mom want to know, I also want to know who Mingyue is. You just brought someone back and treated her so well. Is she your illegitimate daughter or the daughter of your first love?"
"How come you are the same as your mother?!" Feng Loucheng threw down his chopsticks, pursed his lips, and his eyebrows were cold. "Feng Ci, don't mention such things to Mingyue."
"It's good that she's not an illegitimate daughter. Not only mom, I also want to know, even if her parents are dead, her relatives are always around. Why did you take over this advantage?" Feng Ci lit a cigarette.
At the corner of the stairs, Pan Mingyue's joints were blue and white. After a long while, she lowered her head.
She went downstairs and greeted Feng Loucheng. Mrs. Feng had never liked her, but she had never abused her. What's more, Feng Loucheng treated her like her own daughter.
"Be careful on the road." Feng Loucheng suppressed his coldness and was very gentle to Pan Mingyue.
Feng Ci watched Pan Mingyue walk out of the door, and he also stood up and looked at Feng Loucheng, saying seriously: "That's it, you are too good to Mingyue, which is not like your usual self. If you want mom to be nicer to Mingyue, explain the reason to her clearly."
**
The two-day holiday passed quickly.
The last class on Monday was a class meeting. Gao Yang spoke a lot about life philosophy, then unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea: "Is there anyone who wants to take the initiative to make this issue of the blackboard newspaper?"
No one raised their hand. It was their third year of high school and few people would take on such a task as it was too troublesome. Everyone kept their heads down, afraid that Gao Yang would point at them.
Gao Yang simply said: "Lin Siran, you write well, so you should come."
Qin Ran half leaned against the wall. Her cold was almost healed. Her eyebrows were raised a little arrogantly. She looked at her deskmate and responded softly.
She thought her desk mate was really good-tempered.
After they finished talking about the trivial matters, there were only ten minutes left before the get out of class ended, so Gao Yang asked them to study on their own.
Qin Ran took out a lollipop from the hole in the table, unwrapped the colorful candy coating and stuffed it into her mouth.
While flipping through extracurricular books, holding a lollipop in his mouth.
Suddenly, there was a very clear sound of high heels tapping at the entrance of Class 9, followed by a shrill female voice: "Gao Yang, what happened to Qin Ran in your class? What kind of place is our No. 1 Middle School? Is it a place where she can fight and cause trouble? She has delayed the studies of our students, what can she do to compensate for their future?"
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