Meng Fu is now very popular in the Jiang family.
Regarding the matter of Tong Eryu and Jiang Xinran, the Tong family and the Yu family not only kept it a secret from Meng Fu, but also from the Jiang family.
"Grandpa, I have to perform tomorrow," Meng Fu stood up and said goodbye to Grandpa Jiang, "I'll go back and rest first."
She never stayed overnight at the Jiang family. Old Master Jiang knew this, but he didn't say anything else. He just stood up and said, "I'll take you home."
At the door, Yu Zhenling and her group also reacted.
Greeted Mr. Jiang in turn.
After Madam Tong finished talking to Mr. Jiang, she turned her gaze to Meng Fu, paused, and still said nothing.
Mr. Jiang sent Meng Fu to the car.
They both sat in the back seat. Meng Fu leaned against the car window, opened WeChat, and was messaging Director Xu.
[Give me your address and I will send the sandalwood to you.] 】
...
...
Meng Fu had been planning Tang Ze's medicine for two months. From the first day she gave Tang Ze the bottle of medicine, she had already thought of a way to cure Tang Ze's throat.
She mixed two medicines together today and it was almost right, but she had to mix it well before going to the crew.
Director Xu’s work has already been completed. After she returns, the incense should be ready and can be sent away tomorrow.
Director Xu: So fast? You wait.
Two minutes later, he sent an address.
Meng Fu took a look, memorized the address, and was about to turn off his phone.
Another message came...
[I sent the painting you placed in the library to the Youth Competition some time ago. 】
Meng Fu: "..."
She was replying to WeChat messages. Beside her, Mr. Jiang, who had been thinking for a long time, finally spoke: "What do you think of Tong Eryu? I heard that he is now in Beijing and may join the Xiang Association."
"No opinion." Meng Fu didn't even raise his head.
Mr. Jiang glanced at Meng Fu's expression before patting her head and saying, "Okay."
After that, he never mentioned Tong Eryu again, and started to nag again, "Don't be frugal when you are outside. If you don't have enough money, just tell them. If the Jiang family is behind you," Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes, "If anyone in the entertainment industry dares to bully you, tell Assistant Jiang."
"I know." Meng Fu nodded.
Now no one in the entertainment industry dares to bully her.
The two arrived at Meng Fu's residence. Mr. Jiang waited until the light in Meng Fu's study was on before asking the driver to drive the car back.
Upstairs, after Meng Fu returned, she did not sleep either. She packed the incense in the box she bought from Su Di last time, took out some medicinal powders she bought in the medicine city, put on headphones, and started to mix the medicine again.
**
This way.
Mr. Jiang has returned to the Jiang family.
Madam Tong hadn't left yet. She was talking to Jiang Xinran, "I asked someone about your ranking, and it shouldn't be wrong. You'll do well in the semi-finals..."
Looking at Jiang Xinran, Mrs. Tong became more and more satisfied. The Yu family was indeed good at entertaining people.
Although Meng Fu did not achieve much in this area, Jiang Xinran exceeded her expectations. She had always had a good impression of Jiang Xinran, not just because of Jiang Xinran's excellence.
Halfway through the conversation, Mr. Jiang came back.
Madam Tong stopped talking, looked at Mr. Jiang with a smile, and stood up, "Grandpa, has Meng Fu gone back?"
"Yeah." Old Master Jiang nodded at her, very politely, but it was obvious that a rift had arisen between them again.
Madam Tong was still the same as before. She smiled and said, "Old Master, I came here tonight to see you about Meng Fu's matter."
"Fu'er?" Old Master Jiang sat down on the sofa, paused with his hand holding the teacup, and looked up at Madam Tong.
"That's right," Madam Tong sat down again and looked at the old man. "You should have heard of the Beijing Fragrance Association. Every year the association recruits new apprentices. As long as you pass the entrance exam, you can become an apprentice."
Hearing the two people talking about this, Yu Zhenling and Jiang Xinran paused, stopped talking, and listened carefully.
These are outside their news.
"I heard from people in the circle that Meng Fu knows a little bit about perfume making," Mrs. Tong said the purpose of coming today, "My father has a way to get a place in the Perfume Association exam, and let Meng Fu take a try."
When Mrs. Tong mentioned this, Jiang Xinran's fingertips had already dug deeply into his palms on the sofa.
If it was anything else, Mr. Jiang might not listen.
But it concerns the Incense Association.
He didn't say anything, just thought for a moment, then sent a message to Meng Fu, asking about her.
Mrs. Tong just lowered her head and drank her tea peacefully.
A minute later, Mr. Jiang received a reply. He took a look at it and smiled, "Thank you. Fu'er has to go to the set to film tomorrow and doesn't have time."
"Grandpa, this is a rare opportunity!" Mrs. Tong froze the smile on her face.
Mr. Jiang lowered his head and took a sip of tea slowly. He looked at Madam Tong calmly and shook his head, "I won't stop her from doing anything she wants to do. She likes being in the entertainment industry, so I will support her behind the scenes."
Madam Tong glanced at Mr. Jiang and said nothing more. "In that case, I will return to my father."
She shook her head secretly in her heart. Even after all the probing, Meng Fu still didn't want to go to the Perfume Association and was still lingering in the entertainment circle. She didn't take this opportunity to join Jiang's. It seemed that the counselor's judgment was wrong. Meng Fu didn't know how to make perfume at all. There must be other reasons for the last incident.
Mrs. Tong stood up and said goodbye to the Jiang family.
Jiang Xinran, whose nerves had been frayed, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned around and looked at Yu Zhenling who was looking down at what she was thinking. Then she looked at Old Man Jiang. Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and said, "My sister has to go to the crew tomorrow. There is a monthly exam on Friday, and..."
Yu Zhenling looked up, absentmindedly: "What's wrong?"
Mr. Jiang was about to go upstairs, but when he heard Meng Fu, he stopped and looked at Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran opened a WeChat message on her phone and showed it to Yu Zhenling: "My classmate said that she asked the head teachers of 17 classes in No. 1 Middle School, and none of them had ever heard of my sister's name."
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