When Tan Yuchen left, it was already evening. Uncle Zhuang prepared Xu Yan's outfit for going out—a light blue shirt, casual trousers in suit fabric, and black and brown loafers.
Having just returned to Kyushu, Uncle Zhuang knew that he was trying to forge a deeper connection with the city and did not want to waste the evening on social engagements.
Ruijin Mansion is a six-star garden hotel under the Xu family. The sycamore trees planted by Xu Yanzhi's mother on the lawn are already lush and verdant. He would sit at the table near the balcony, drinking coffee and reading a book.
Xu Yanzhi changed into a shirt and listened to Uncle Zhuang behind him.
"We received word from the hospital that Ms. Meng was discharged yesterday."
He slowly rolled up his sleeves and gave a soft "hmm".
Uncle Zhuang said, "This Miss Meng seems familiar, young master. What do you think?"
When Xu Yanzhi's research project was thwarted, he returned to Kyushu. As his personal steward, Uncle Zhuang naturally accompanied him and knew that a naive young girl had once expressed her feelings to him. Such incidents were countless for Xu Yanzhi, not to mention that the young master later had a real girlfriend.
She still leaves a deep impression on Uncle Zhuang, partly because she was too beautiful, but more so because of the little tail that was always there for half a year.
Xu Yanzhi could be seen strolling along the riverside avenue, in the library of the Zhou Shan campus, and on the riverside running track, acting furtively as if no one would notice. Even Uncle Zhuang had noticed; how could the ever-sharp Xu Yanzhi have missed her?
He simply said, "Don't worry about it."
Xu Yanzhi glanced at his glasses indifferently, while Uncle Zhuang behind him smiled knowingly.
What are you trying to say?
She wished you happiness in your love life; she probably doesn't know yet—
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yanzhi glanced at him and began discussing his future plans.
"Since you're so interested in these things, how about we transfer you to the marketing department of the media company?"
Uncle Zhuang stopped laughing and said nothing more.
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Tan Sheng invited Meng Jiuyi to have tea at Ruijin Mansion, a century-old establishment. Strolling along the green lawn and through the French-style corridor, one feels as if they are in a dreamlike old Shanghai.
"The rose egg yolk pastries and the orchid fruit tarts here are very famous. Tan Ni often asks the servants to buy them for the villa. Want to try them?" Tan Sheng pushed over two plates of pastries.
Meng Jiuyi picked it up and took a bite. She was a serious sweet tooth, so how could she not like it?
"tasty."
Tan Sheng kept staring at her, and even though Meng Jiuyi tried to avoid eye contact, she still felt uncomfortable being stared at by him.
"I saw a bracelet by chance, thought it suited me, and bought it."
Tan Sheng opened the red velvet gift box, inside which lay a gold malachite five-flower bracelet.
Meng Jiuyi glanced at him in surprise.
Tan Sheng quickly said, "Don't misunderstand, I just think it looks really good on you, and I couldn't help but want to be nice to you. If I've been too forward, I apologize."
The Tan family's refined manners and manners have been passed down from generation to generation. Even if the old lady dislikes Feng Lan, she will still teach her grandson well.
Tan Sheng is fundamentally different from those second-generation rich kids who go abroad to study and gain prestige, and from Chen Xiaoran, and from the man who wanted to take her to a hotel after just a few words.
Seeing his sincerity, Meng Jiuyi suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
She shouldn't have dragged innocent people into this; Tan Sheng hadn't hurt her.
However, Feng Lan would come to the Meng residence to cause trouble every now and then. If they didn't find someone to restrain Feng Lan, they would be driven crazy by her sooner or later.
"This is too precious, cousin. I can't accept it."
Her voice was naturally gentle, and when she deliberately lowered it, it sounded even more like a soft, lingering melody, making one's ears itch and one's heart itch even more.
Ruijin Mansion emphasizes privacy, with Chinese-style curtain screens placed between each dining table.
But the voice was so captivating, like a feather brushing against the back of his neck, that even Xu Yanzhi, who was focused on reading next to him, couldn't concentrate and couldn't help but look up.
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