Chapter 60 The dispute begins
Just as they finished cleaning up breakfast, the doorbell rang. Wen Ning went to open the door and saw Jiang Cheng standing there, dressed in a black windbreaker and exuding a commanding presence. Behind him was a young man in the same school uniform. Jin Ling, carrying a schoolbag, wore a look of reluctance. Seeing Wen Ning open the door, he reluctantly called out, "Brother Wen Ning."
"Boss Jiang, Jin Ling, please come in." Wen Ning stepped aside to let them in. "Young Master Wei and the Second Young Master are here."
Jiang Cheng hummed, walked into the living room, glanced at the camera filming the exterior scene, and frowned: "Are you filming that variety show?"
"Yes, Jiang Cheng, you're here just in time to help us get a head." Wei Wuxian walked in from the courtyard, still holding Sizhui's wooden kite in his hand. "Why did you bring Jin Ling?"
"His parents are going abroad for business, so they asked me to look after him for a few days." Jiang Cheng put his schoolbag on the sofa. "We can't let him live alone in the Jin family mansion."
Speaking of Jin Ling's parents, Wei Wuxian's eyes lit up. His senior sister and Jin Zixuan, the peacock, had unexpectedly been resurrected because of their arrival in the modern era. This made him very happy, and it was also one of the reasons why he did not reject the modern era.
So he looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile and said, "I'll go see my senior sisters in a couple of days."
As soon as Jin Ling put down his schoolbag, he saw Lan Jingyi running down the stairs. Their eyes met and sparks flew instantly.
"Why are you here?" Jin Ling raised his eyebrows, his tone filled with his usual arrogance.
Lan Jingyi was not to be outdone: "I live in our house, what does it have to do with you?"
"Who's staying here? I'm here to deliver documents to my uncle!" Jin Ling retorted with his neck stiff, and pushed Lan Jingyi away.
"Do I need to bring a schoolbag to deliver documents? Who are you kidding?" Lan Jingyi immediately pushed back, and the two of them instantly confronted each other in the middle of the living room, like two little beasts with their fur standing on end.
Si Zhui had just come out of the study. He wanted to stop the fight but was afraid of being implicated. He was standing by and was in a dilemma when he was bumped by Lan Jingyi as he backed away. He staggered and almost fell.
"Ouch!" Si Zhui cried out softly, and the books in his hands fell to the ground.
This time, the two finally stopped fighting, but they continued to glare at each other.
Just then, a very light cough was heard from the study door. Lan Qiren had been standing there for some time, a scroll in his hand, his eyes coldly sweeping over the three children without saying a word, but the air in the living room instantly froze.
Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi seemed to be under a spell of immobilization. The tense atmosphere they had just had instantly withered. They walked obediently in front of Lan Qiren and stood in a row with their heads lowered, along with Si Zhui who was accidentally injured.
"Sir, I'm sorry, we shouldn't have fought in the living room." Lan Jingyi spoke the smallest voice, but was the first to admit his mistake.
Jin Ling also nodded: "We were wrong. We shouldn't have disturbed you."
Si Zhui whispered, "Please forgive us for interrupting the filming, sir."
The director who was filming the scene was stunned and almost dropped the walkie-talkie in his hand - Jin Ling looked like a spoiled young master, and Lan Jingyi was also a fearless person, so how could this old man make them behave like quails with just a look?
Lan Qiren snorted, his gaze lingering on them for a moment before he slowly spoke, "Go to the study and copy the house rules three times. You won't be allowed to eat lunch if you don't finish."
"Yes." The three children answered in unison, lowered their heads and walked towards the study. When they passed the camera, they embarrassedly avoided the lens.
Jiang Cheng watched this scene, his lips twitching, but he said nothing - he had been afraid of Lan Qiren since he was a child, so he naturally understood the feeling of being suppressed by the aura of an elder.
Lan Xichen emerged from the kitchen, tea in hand, and smilingly explained to the bewildered director, "Excuse me, but my uncle taught the children at the ancestral home for a while, and they've always respected me." He calmly replaced "Cloud Recesses" with "ancestral home," his tone so natural it was impossible to fault him. "The children are young, so it's normal for them to play around. Although my uncle may appear strict, he actually loves them the most."
The director suddenly realized what was going on and quickly asked the cameraman to film the scene again: "So that's how it is. Mr. Lan looks like a gentleman from the old days, dignified and dignified."
Jiang Cheng took the tea from Lan Xichen and took a sip. "Hey, Brother Xichen is right." He looked at Wei Wuxian. "By the way, there's a charity dinner for Jinlintai Group next week. Are you and Lan Zhan free? Let's go together. My sister and the others should be back soon."
Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow. “Sure, but it’s another dinner party? It seems like we ‘young masters of noble families’ can’t escape social engagements no matter where we go.” He looked at Lan Wangji. “Boss Lan, are you going?”
Lan Wangji nodded: "Okay."
The rustling sound of pens scraping across paper could be heard from the study. Three children, who had been arguing with each other just a moment ago, were now sitting side by side at their desks, copying books. Sunlight streamed through the window lattice onto them, creating a rare harmony. Lan Jingyi surreptitiously nudged Jin Ling's arm and offered him an eraser. Jin Ling glanced at him, but still took it.
Si Zhui watched the two of them secretly interacting, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head and continued to write.
The director watching this scene couldn't help but sigh: "These kids have such a good relationship."
Wei Wuxian leaned against the door frame and said with a smile, "They're the typical example of people who only know each other after fighting." He turned to look at Lan Wangji, his eyes filled with warmth, "This kind of noisy and chaotic atmosphere makes it feel like a home."
Lan Wangji held his hand, his fingertips slightly warm. In the living room, Lan Xichen was talking to Jiang Cheng. Lan Qiren stood at the door of the study, watching the children copying books. Wen Ning was preparing afternoon tea in the kitchen. The camera quietly recorded everything, and the commentary slowly scrolled across the screen:
"This is what a real family looks like! They quarrel but also care about each other!"
"Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi are so adorable! They're like two kittens getting their fur all over each other!"
"Mr. Lan is so majestic! He can intimidate the whole audience with just one look. My grandfather was the same!"
[Ding! Audience resonance detected, likeability increased by +200,000. Current total progress: 2,005,000/100,000,000.]
When the system notification chimed, Wei Wuxian looked out the window—the bamboos swayed, the sun shone brightly, the people around him laughed and talked, and the children, who had been playing around, gradually quieted down. He suddenly felt that even though modern life was more noisy and more disciplined, it also concealed countless gentleness.
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