When Jiang Hexi returned to Shenzhen and Hong Kong on her private jet, it was drizzling outside.
She stood outside the airport terminal, waiting for Jiang Wenjing to come and collect his luggage, when a stretched Lincoln smoothly pulled up in front of her.
The car door opened, and a person stood in the aisle holding a black straight umbrella. Rain fell in broken lines, and the umbrella was slightly raised, revealing the person's handsome and refined features.
"elder brother--"
Upon seeing Jiang Wenze, Jiang Hexi rushed over in a few steps, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly: "Why did you suddenly come back? How long are you planning to stay at home this time?"
Jiang Wenze lowered his eyes and looked at her with affection, saying, "Now that things over there are settled, you're not leaving again this time."
Jiang Hexi snuggled into his arms with unbridled joy, making him burst into laughter.
Where is Jiang Wenjing?
"He went to get his luggage and hasn't come back for a long time."
Jiang Wenjing happened to pass by the two of them. Upon hearing this, he walked between the brother and sister and said mischievously, "Make way, can't you see I'm pushing my luggage? What are you two doing blocking my way?"
Jiang Hexi wrapped her arms around her older brother's waist and went behind him, saying:
“Brother, Jiang Wenjing didn’t get enough to eat at the Thousand Families Banquet, which was embarrassing for the whole village. In the end, I had to steal some ingredients so he could barely fill his stomach.”
"Little sister, if you have something to say, say it to my face. Don't hide behind your big brother."
Jiang Wenjing reached out to grab the person, but Jiang Wenze blocked him. He stepped aside and let the person he was protecting get into the car.
Jiang Hexi leaned against the car window and shouted at Jiang Wenjing:
“My brother is back. Do you think I’m still afraid of you? From now on, you’ll only have the right to be obedient at home.”
The three siblings returned home laughing and joking all the way.
As soon as Jiang Hexi got out of the car, she led Jiang Wenjing inside with bags and packages.
She went straight to the kitchen, and upon seeing Aunt Song, she began to chatter incessantly:
"I brought back ten catties of beef and fifteen catties of local pork."
"The tenderloin must be used to make steak, the rump will be used to make braised beef, the pork bones will be used to make soup, and the pork belly will be used for outdoor grilling. The pig intestines and liver will be cleaned and I'll cook some three-delicacy rice noodles for my parents tomorrow morning."
Aunt Song nodded with a smile, "Whatever Miss says, I'll do."
At the dinner table, Mr. Jiang tasted a bite of the pork stew with vermicelli he had brought back and said:
"Dishes cooked in a big iron wok have that wok hei (wok aroma), which is different from the taste of dishes cooked in restaurants."
"They not only used an iron wok to cook the dishes, but also used pine branches to start a fire. How could the dishes not be delicious?"
Ms. Zhou's face beamed as she said this, "If it weren't for your daughter, you would only be able to look on with envy from behind a screen. You wouldn't have the chance to eat such authentic farm-style dishes."
Mr. Jiang nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to your daughter."
Jiang Hexi put a pig's trotter into his bowl. "Dad, eat more if you like it. I'll bring you more next time."
Mr. Jiang accepted her good intentions, saying, "If you can bring more, just be discreet and don't let people say you've skimmed off half a pig's worth of profit."
Ms. Zhou glared at Mr. Jiang reproachfully, "Like father, like son. You're corrupting my daughter."
After the family enjoyed a happy dinner, Jiang Hexi went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
Inside the Xiangshan Villa in Yicheng.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, after having dinner with his parents, Yan Jie saw them off at the door and watched the driver drive the car out of the yard before returning to the living room.
The old man was brewing tea, and wisps of white smoke rose gracefully, making the antique tea room seem even more ethereal.
"They have to go to another province to preside over a meeting tomorrow morning and catch the earliest flight, so they have to stay at an airport hotel. Please don't blame them."
"I'm so old, why would I care whether they stay with me or not?"
Yan Jie sat down on the sofa. "But you, from childhood to adulthood, always have to explain things to them."
The old man sipped his Tieguanyin tea, while the old monk remained in deep meditation, ignoring him.
Yan Jie noticed that the old man was acting strangely.
In the past, after not seeing each other for more than half a month, he would have surrounded me with questions and kept talking, instead of sitting down so calmly like he is now.
“Grandpa, the man surnamed Shi went to Canglang Village and also participated in the Thousand Families Banquet.”
Seeing that the old man had no reaction, he continued, "He went with Ximei's second brother. Ximei's brother has a nickname, Paraquat. I don't know if you've heard of it?"
The old man glanced at him indifferently, then looked away without making a sound.
"It seems that Mr. Shi has successfully taken Professor Zhou down through this roundabout approach."
This sentence successfully ignited the old man's fiery temper, and he slammed down his teacup, saying:
"You've already broken up the Yanxi couple, what's the point of you saying all this?"
Yan Jie now understood that the old man was angry with him because of the forced breakup of the couple.
"How can it be meaningless? He can achieve his goal indirectly, so why can't I?"
"Didn't you want to take advantage of your proximity to get what you want?"
"The pavilion has been demolished."
"What's going on?" The old man almost jumped up from the sofa. "Who dares to undermine you?"
Yan Jie poured him a cup of tea, gently pushed it in front of him, and truthfully explained:
“Xi Mei’s second brother contacted me yesterday and subtly suggested that he did not want Xi Mei to create a CP (couple pairing) to gain attention, and told me to be more careful in the future.”
The old man asked with a stern face, "Is this his idea, or Xi-mei's idea?"
"It was their family's idea."
Yan Jie looked at him bluntly and said, "Grandpa, my shortcut has been blocked."
"So now you know to come to me for a roundabout solution? What were you doing when I was warning you before?"
The old man angrily got up from the sofa, ignoring everything, and said, "Do whatever you want, it's none of my business."
Yan Jie gazed at the faint, floating reflections on the tea, and said in a deep voice:
"Grandpa, I like Jiang Hexi."
The old man stood with his back to him at the door, and upon hearing this, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
This child's temperament was ruined by his spoiling.
When he insisted on becoming a professional race car driver, the old man had no choice but to let him go.
Later, an accident occurred on the field. The old man saw with his own eyes on the live TV that he crashed into the guardrail and was thrown out along with his car. He was then pulled out of the car by rescue workers while his body was engulfed in flames. The scene was extremely shocking.
The old man had died alongside him once; otherwise, he wouldn't have forced him to retire.
He says he has someone he likes now.
The old man will do everything he can to get his hands on the person, and Xi Mei will slow down his racing. As long as he's alive and well, that's all that matters.
"You don't need to worry about Ximei's family. I'll take care of everything. But if Ximei doesn't like you, not even a god can help you."
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