Old Liu rolled his eyes in disbelief and coldly mocked, "Miss Xu may not care about the face others give her, but she can't be shameless. Boss Xu is our young lady, not you."
Xu Jia gasped, "You mean Xu Qingyun?! Are you kidding me?!"
This is Yunfang, and the antiques in its collection alone are worth hundreds of millions. How could a lowly woman like Xu Qingyun possibly be the owner of Yunfang?!
Xu Jia gritted her teeth: "You're lying!"
Old Liu snorted and immediately wrote a note and posted it on the door: Xu Jia and dogs are not allowed to enter.
"You..." Xu Jia was furious. She tore the Xuan paper to shreds and threw it at Lao Liu.
Old Liu curled his lip: "I've already blacklisted you even if I tear you up, and you still want to kick our boss out? You're overestimating yourself."
At this time, a crowd of onlookers gathered around, and seeing this scene, they couldn't help but gloat.
"This is the first time I've seen someone try to show off to the person in question. This is quite a slap in the face."
“I’ve seen this woman several times. Every time she comes here, she acts like she’s inspecting a work site. Turns out she was just pretending.”
Xu Jia felt a burning sensation on her face, quickly took off her sunglasses, and hurriedly ran outside.
Old Liu looked at Xu Qingyun and said, "Boss, if she comes again next time, I'll call the police."
Xu Qingyun said indifferently, "She won't come again. Don't let anyone disturb me on the third floor."
After saying that, Xu Qingyun went straight up to the third floor.
Xu Jia got into the sports car in a huff, glared at the direction of Guyunfang, and then made a phone call to Liang Wanrou.
"Mom, I'm so angry!" Xu Jia slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
Liang Wanrou chuckled gently: "Who offended our little princess?"
"It's all because of that bitch Xu Qingyun!"
"I'm so angry! That bitch disappeared for ten years, and instead of being miserable, she came back and became the owner of Guyunfang!"
"I just got thoroughly humiliated, and she's so smug she's practically strutting around like a madwoman!"
Liang Wanrou's smile vanished: "Are you sure she's the owner of Guyunfang?"
"So that's what they call Old Liu, who's like Grandpa!" Xu Jia said, getting angrier and angrier.
She hoped that Xu Qingyun would be utterly miserable, trampled into the mud, and never be able to escape for the rest of her life.
Liang Wanrou was silent for a moment: "She's just a little girl, kicked out at the age of twelve. It's a miracle she survived. Where would she get so much money?"
"I think that little slut is probably being kept by someone. Old Liu only calls her that because of the man who's keeping her."
Just as Xu Jia was about to speak, a Bentley drove past her car.
Xu Jia immediately took off her sunglasses and squinted her eyes: "Mom, Xu Qingyun went home to get her jade pendant. She got into a car when she left, and I saw that car."
Liang Wanrou urged, "Take a look at who the man is who is keeping Xu Qingyun as a mistress."
Xu Jia gritted her teeth: "Hmph, he must be an old, ugly, pot-bellied, bloated old man with a receding hairline, yellow teeth, and a cigar in his mouth."
At that moment, the car door opened, and a man in his sixties got out of the car with a cane.
Xu Jia smiled sinisterly: "Mom, it's Xu Zhengyuan. The one who got a female college student pregnant last month and caused her to miscarry. Xu Qingyun is really despicable; she actually became Xu Zhengyuan's plaything for money."
Xu Jia looked resentful, having vented all her pent-up anger, and felt instantly relieved.
Liang Wanrou also sneered: "Hmph, to be able to hook up with Xu Zhengyuan, that little slut is really shameless, just like her dead mother."
Xu Jia curled her lip, starting the car while cursing, "I hope Xu Qingyun is the next one Xu Zhengyuan ruins. Does she think she's made a fortune just because she's being kept by Xu Zhengyuan? I'm still the future eldest daughter-in-law of the Ji family, what is Xu Qingyun to me?"
Xu Jia left without seeing the Bentley door open and Ji Hanchen step out with his long, slender legs.
Xu Zhengyuan said politely, "Ninth Master, please."
Ji Hanchen nodded slightly, his cold and sharp features devoid of any extra expression, his dark eyes gleaming with a sharp, cold light.
Xu Zhengyuan's smile froze slightly, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The Ninth Master of the Ji family, the heir of Beijing's elite circles, has an aura that is truly overwhelming.
Even after years of navigating the business world, he was still intimidated by the oppressive aura emanating from Master Ji.
Old Liu had never met Ji Hanchen before and didn't recognize him, but upon seeing Xu Zhengyuan, he immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Xu, what brings you here today?"
Xu Zhengyuan quickly cupped his hands towards Ji Hanchen and said, "I brought this distinguished guest here. I heard that Mr. Songzhu has returned, and Ninth Master has something to discuss with him."
Old Liu smiled slightly: "Mr. Xu is certainly well-informed. However, our master is busy with other matters and cannot receive guests at the moment."
“Yes…” Xu Zhengyuan leaned closer to Old Liu: “This is the Ninth Master of the Ji family. The Ji family is the pinnacle of the pyramid in the capital.”
Old Liu gasped and looked at Ji Hanchen in shock.
This gentleman looked extraordinary; it turns out he was actually the Ninth Master of the Ji family!
"Ninth Master, my apologies." Old Liu quickly bowed.
Ji Hanchen raised an eyebrow slightly: "It's alright."
As he spoke, Ji Hanchen glanced coldly around at the corner of his eye.
The most direct impression Gu Yun Fang gave him was not its cleanliness and tidiness, but its antique charm and profound cultural heritage.
Ji Hanchen couldn't help but think of Xu Qingyun; that little woman possessed a similar rich classical charm.
This place is perfect for her; I'll buy it and give it to her.
*
When Xu Qingyun heard that Ji Hanchen was looking for her, she was taken aback for a moment, and after hesitating for a while, she finally said, "Let him come up."
"Yes." Old Liu came downstairs and said with a smile, "Ninth Master, please."
Old Liu glanced at Ji Hanchen from time to time, secretly thinking to himself: He and his young lady are a perfect match.
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