Ding Kemeng and Lu Zichen went to help Tang Zhizhou and the others set up the barbecue grill, leaving Lu Ziyin standing here.
Wen Lan beckoned to Lu Ziyin, pulling her a little away, and asked in a low voice, "Ziyin, is this girl your girlfriend?"
Lu Ziyin nodded: "Mm."
"This young lady isn't some rich girl, is she?" Wen Lan had carefully examined Ding Kemeng's clothes; they were all from very ordinary brands, unlike the aristocratic young ladies she knew who were always decked out in designer labels.
“Babies are different from us.”
Lu Ziyin didn't elaborate, but Wen Lan understood.
"This child seems quite good, I still like her very much." Wen Lan glanced at Ding Kemeng, who was chatting and laughing with Tang Zhizhou and the others, her tone gentle and showing no sign of disdain.
Lu Ziyin didn't speak, but her attitude towards Wen Lan was noticeably more gentle.
"Alright, Aunt Wen won't keep you talking anymore. Go find them and play." Lu Ziyin's eyes were practically glued to the little girl, and Wen Lan felt embarrassed to keep talking to him. If she continued like this, she would become annoying.
"Mm." Lu Ziyin's tone was much lighter. She nodded and walked towards Ding Kemeng.
After spending the day at the Lu family's house, Ding Kemeng said goodbye to Wen Lan and the others in the evening and was driven home by Lu Ziyin. Downstairs at Ding Kemeng's house, they ran into Ding's father, who was returning home from get off work. Lu Ziyin immediately became nervous. Fortunately, Ding's father didn't say anything and even invited him to dinner, which Lu Ziyin repeatedly declined.
Late at night, when Mr. Lu returned from a business dinner, Wen Lan saw that he was covered in alcohol, so she quickly went to the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup and brought it to him.
"Did you see that child today?" Mr. Lu asked, feeling a bit better after drinking the hangover soup.
"I saw her." Wen Lan took the empty bowl, washed it in the sink, and continued, "She's a pretty child, quite young. I heard from the Tang family that she's an excellent student, almost always ranking first in her grade. She's smart and has a very gentle personality; she's quite popular with the other kids in her class!"
"Are you sure this girl is really that outstanding?" Mr. Lu was still a little skeptical.
Wen Lan rubbed Lu's father's temples and smiled, "I'm sure. I can tell. This young lady is indeed very well-mannered and articulate. It's clear that her family values her education. This child is outstanding!"
His wife's praise did not make Mr. Lu happy; on the contrary, he felt somewhat flustered.
Thinking of his son's behavior, Mr. Lu slowly said, "Does that girl have poor eyesight?"
"Huh?" Wen Lan didn't understand for a moment. "The little girl isn't wearing glasses, so her eyesight should be pretty good."
"With such good eyesight, how could he possibly be interested in my son?" Mr. Lu exclaimed.
Wen Lan: "..."
Lu Ziyin isn't his biological child, is she?
"If that's how you think of your son, there's nothing I can do!" Wen Lan pouted and continued, "Anyway, I think Ziyin is great. That girl and our Ziyin get along very normally, and Ziyin seems to genuinely like her! I think they're a good match!"
"Besides, even if our Ziyin is indeed a little lacking now, as long as that girl marries into the family in the future, I will definitely treat her well. At least, the Lu family will definitely not mistreat her materially!" Compared with Ding Kemeng's excellence, Wen Lan didn't have the face to insist that Lu Ziyin was very good, but when she thought that their Lu family was big and powerful and could make up for it materially, Wen Lan instantly regained some confidence!
"Sigh, that's all we can do..." Mr. Lu sighed, planning to find an opportunity to see Ding Kemeng in person. "We can't mistreat this girl!"
Lu Ziyin, who was drawing until midnight and was thirsty, stood on the stairs, listening to the two people downstairs discussing something. She was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go up or down.
Was he really that bad in his father's eyes?
Seeing that the two had finished their conversation and were about to return to their bedroom, Lu Ziyin stopped standing there and quickly went back to her own bedroom.
Looking at the nearly finished drawing on the computer, Lu Ziyin felt somewhat lost.
Picking up her phone, Lu Ziyin found a number and dialed it.
The call was quickly answered: "Young Master, aren't you asleep so late?"
"It's daytime where you are."
Hearing this, the man quickly begged for forgiveness: "Yes, yes, it's my fault, sir, please give your orders!"
"Let's expand the studio, in my name," Lu Ziyin said after thinking for a moment.
"Sir, you're not kidding, are you? You're willing to expand the studio?" The man's tone became excited. This Mr. Lu had gained such a great reputation abroad with his amazing designs, but he was also a picky person who didn't lack money! He had tried to persuade Lu Ziyin to expand the studio so that he could make more money, but Lu Ziyin refused, saying that this was just practice for him and there was no need for it.
Has this person changed their personality today? Or is it just that it's the middle of the night, and they're not thinking clearly, so they got their head caught in a door?
"I never joke." Lu Ziyin had actually had this idea for a long time. He wanted to be a worthy person of Ding Kemeng. The first step was to have something, and money was the fastest thing he could get!
"You're the boss, whatever you say is right!" The man grinned from ear to ear, as if he could already hear the sound of money flowing into his pockets. It was truly a delightful sound!
"Then get it done quickly. I'll send someone over to help you in a while."
"Okay, boss. Thank you, boss. Goodbye!"
...
The fall semester always flies by. After a few rains, the lingering warmth of summer gradually dissipates, and the first signs of autumn quietly peek out. October slowly comes to an end after the first-year high school sports meet.
The midterm exams for the second year of high school have begun.
Since Ding Kemeng started tutoring the students in Class 10, they have become much less flustered when entering the exam room. Students from other classes don't quite understand. Even if the top student in the grade tutors them, they can't immediately get first place. What's there to be so proud of?
Everyone entered the examination room with their own thoughts, and when they came out after the exam, they were all noticeably more relaxed.
Zhao Qian was in a hurry to organize the test papers with the other teachers. It was Friday, and he couldn't be bothered with them. He simply announced in class that school would be dismissed early and then rushed to the office.
Lu Ziyin had planned to take Ding Kemeng out for a bite to eat, but Ye Nai had already arranged for her to leave earlier.
Left with no other choice, he went to play video games with Tang Zhizhou and the others.
After the midterm exams in Xiushui, there is always a parent-teacher conference. During dinner that evening, Mr. Lu tentatively suggested, "Ziyin, I've never attended a parent-teacher conference before. I'm not too busy this time, so how about I attend the one on Monday?"
Lu Ziyin didn't know what his father was planning, but whether he attended the parent-teacher meeting or not made no difference to him.
"Whatever you want, go if you want."
"Alright, I'll go to the parent-teacher conference this time." Mr. Lu smiled after receiving the consent.
Upon hearing this, Wen Lan smiled. It seemed Mr. Lu couldn't wait to see the young girl in person...
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