"That girl...does the boy from the Shi family like her?" After returning home, Lan Xi was called to the tea room by the old man to talk.
Lan Xi held the teacup in both hands and sniffed it gently. The smell was delicate and slightly bitter. She placed the cup on the table.
"I don't know, they are quite similar in many ways!"
Lan Xiangfu watched his granddaughter lie seriously, and his hand holding the tea leaves trembled:
"I heard she's following Zhang Rong now?"
"Well! I'm powerless over at the design company. Zhang Rong can come up and help me. Qin Xiangnan is quite intelligent and straightforward. We complement each other well!"
Lan Xi picked up the kettle next to her and poured herself a glass of water, then drank it slowly.
Lan Xiangfu understood. He took out the black tea from the tea rack beside him, changed a batch of tea, and started brewing again.
The grandfather and grandson were drinking tea when the door was opened from the outside and Lan Tingxu walked in:
"When did Lan Ting'an leave? I haven't seen him since lunch!"
Lan Xi took a sip of water and thought this man was quite interesting. You said he had no desires, but he was thoroughly investigated by himself. You said he had something in mind, but he allowed Lan Ting'an to speak ill of him.
Lan Xiangfu took out a clean teacup and placed it in front of Lanting Xu without answering his question.
Lanting Xu didn't care about the answer. It was just a greeting upon entering the door, and he didn't really want to know.
"Uncle, you've been single for so many years? Aren't you going to find someone else to be my aunt?"
Lan Xi saw that her grandfather had changed to black tea, so she pinched a cup and drank it from it upside down.
Lan Tingxu lowered his head and blew away the tea. His face looked calm, but in fact, his eyes were already surging with waves, and an indescribable bitterness spread from his heart.
He cleared his hoarse throat and said, "It's good to be alone!"
Lan Xi put down the teacup and tapped the wall of the cup with her fingertips. She didn't care whether he felt uncomfortable or not. After all, he didn't make her feel comfortable either.
"Really? Grandpa, why don't you hurry up!"
Lan Tingxu looked at his father with a complaint that could not be ignored, and his hands began to tightly grip the cup.
Lan Xiangfu saw the fire was burning on himself, but he was not in a hurry. He just raised his eyelids and glanced at Lan Xi:
"You know how to divert trouble away!"
Lan Xi raised her hands, her face innocent, her eyes blinking slightly, and her tone was a little aggrieved:
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Uncle will have no one to take care of him in the future. Are you worried?"
Lan Xiangfu shook his head, his face full of seriousness. His son looked as if he hadn't noticed.
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Your father got married early, but he didn't do anything good!"
The phrase "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings" made Lan Tingxu stand up from his chair suddenly, turn around and leave, slamming the door with a loud bang.
Lan Xi was silent for a long time before she said cautiously, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"This matter is your uncle's Achilles' heel, so don't talk about it again!"
Lan Xiangfu knew that Lan Xi was pretending to be stupid just to provoke Lan Tingxu, but he didn't care. Anyway, the Lan family would be handed over to Lan Xi in the end, so let her do whatever she wanted.
Lan Xi curled her lips in satisfaction, feeling relieved. She put down the cup and stretched lazily.
"Then I'll go back first, you should get some rest early!"
After leaving the tea room, the housekeeper looked at Lan Xi worriedly:
"Miss Sun, please try not to provoke Mr. Sun anymore. He's old!"
Lan Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise and said:
"What are you talking about? Grandpa is the person I respect the most. How could I bear to upset him? After all, the longer he lives, the better my life will be, right?"
After saying this, Lan Xi turned around and left, her back to the housekeeper. Her face turned completely cold. If you want to live a good life, someone has to suffer.
The year passed very comfortably, without Li Yulan's nagging and Lan Ting'an's disgusting things. However, the days of relying on sleeping pills were really uncomfortable, and Lan Xi wanted to go back to her home urgently.
On the seventh day of the New Year, Lan Xi returned home. The living room was brightly lit. Bai Yun cooked lunch and made dumplings.
Cheng Chiyan arrived early in the morning and looked extremely relaxed. The interview went smoothly and his grandmother seemed to be in good health.
Zhu Lingling and Qin Xiangnan returned to the company on the fifth day of the New Year to handle matters in advance.
Jiang Xing kept complaining on the phone that the Lan family seemed to be at its peak, but in fact, its foundation was almost being eaten away.
"You really tricked me into coming here. I wouldn't have come if I had known. After the finance department finished their investigation, you know what shocked me? Several of the projects I led suffered huge losses. It's only because the Lan family has a deep foundation. Otherwise, no one would be able to bear it."
Jiang Xing was called home by Lan Xi to report on the work progress of the President's Office during this period.
Lan Xi sat at the desk without saying a word, listening to her complaints quietly, her fingers constantly typing something on the keyboard.
"Are you listening to me? Why aren't you in a hurry?"
Jiang Xing looked at Lan Xi's calmness and was truly impressed. She reached out and grabbed the keyboard, unwillingly saying, "What are you thinking?"
Lan Xi didn't get angry either. She just pulled back the keyboard, placed it in front of her, and continued typing:
"There's nothing I can do. The old man is old and his heart is willing but his strength is insufficient. It's not easy for Li Yulan to drag on the Lan family all these years. Lan Ting'an is still watching her from behind. There can't be any problems."
"But what about this loss?" Jiang Xing snorted coldly, pointing at the document he handed over.
Lan Xi didn't even pick it up to read it, but connected the printer and printed out a document:
"Look at when the losses started!"
Jiang Xing had read these documents no less than ten times, so he naturally knew when it started: "Three years ago!"
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