久久婷婷丁香五月综合五

At the dinner table, Assistant Xu En was chatting with Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun, and when he heard the old lady’s words, he frowned, “What?”

It caught the attention of Ji Mulan sitting beside him.

Xu En covered the phone and shook his head at her, then walked towards the corridor.

Ji Mulan watched Xu En’s retreating figure, deep in thought.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” On the corridor, Xu En lowered his voice, his eyebrows knitted together.

The old lady put down the documents and stood up, “You remember the Yu Family, don’t you?”

“The Yu Family? What about them?” Xu En wasn’t very familiar with this surname; he only knew that there was someone from the Yu Family who was the old lady’s intimate friend.

But he knew that the Yu Family had ties with the Chen Family, had moved out of Jiangjing’s outer city areas, and now lived in the central area of Jiangjing.

Many people from the outer city areas were envious.

“I am planning to introduce that woman’s daughter to my old friend; she has a grandson of marriageable age.” As she said this, the old lady’s mouth curled into a cold smile, somewhat impatient, “Find some time to bring them back.”

For the old lady.

This was a golden opportunity for Ji Mulan to rise to the heavens.

Once she changed her surname to that of the Xu Family, she would be a Xu.

Of course, it never crossed her mind that Ji Mulan and her mother would refuse.

After all…

Such an opportunity was rare even for those from the outer city areas, and once the news was released by the old Madame Xu, there would be plenty of people clamoring for it.

But she was not willing to give this advantage to others.

“What a boon for them,” Madame Xu hung up the phone, placed it on the table with a plop, and sneered.

On this side of the phone.

Xu En looked at his phone, his brows slightly furrowed.

The Yu Family?

He returned to the private room. Ji Mulan could tell he had something on his mind, and after the drinks were finished and the party had dispersed, the sober Assistant Xu En drove Ji Shaojun and Ji Heng home one by one.

Only then did Ji Mulan find the chance to ask Xu En.

Xu En told her about the matter.

“Your mom said this?” Ji Mulan glanced at Xu En, “Would your mother really be so kind-hearted?”

She hadn’t set foot in the Xu Family’s door to this day.

She simply didn’t believe that old Madame Xu would be so generous.

“I know,” Xu En was aware of this too, “but the Yu Family is indeed not bad, they moved to the city center a few years ago, this person might be problematic.”

It was only then that Ji Mulan seemed slightly taken aback, looking at Xu En, “The Yu Family?”

Although she didn’t understand the forces in Jiangjing, she knew that in Jiangjing, the areas were divided.

Every family in the center area had an illustrious background.

About this matter… Xu En pressed his brow, “Let’s not tell Alian about it.”

Changing surnames?

He thought that Bai Lian wouldn’t care at all.

The two didn’t speak any further, and the assistant came back to pick them up.

“Mr. Xu,” after returning, Ji Mulan went upstairs, and it was only then that the assistant whispered to Xu En, “This Mr. Ji is profound and knowledgeable, with a broad range of knowledge.”

Ji Shaojun was a teacher; the assistant wasn’t surprised by his eloquence.

But after a deep conversation today.

Ji Heng had surprised the assistant; he had never expected a common old man from Xiangcheng, from Purest Street, to have a wider knowledge than many people he knew.

There was a moment when he felt that even old Madame Xu’s breadth of knowledge might not compare to that of Mr. Ji.

This whole family was too strange; initially, he had wondered how someone like Ji Mulan could emerge from a place like Xiangcheng, but now—

Compared to Ji Heng, compared to Bai Lian.

Ji Mulan seemed much more normal.

The assistant pondered in his mind.

Saturday.

Purest Street.

Mao Kun was helping the store manager move things.

Bai Lian sat on a small stool on the side, memorizing vocabulary, not far away, Chen Yongkun passed by with a man in a windbreaker.

Chen Yongkun didn’t drive today, so he had to pass by here to get to Backter Street.

“Miss Bai,” seeing Bai Lian from a distance, the station manager jogged over.

Bai Lian was reciting words with earphones on, occasionally talking to Mao Kun; hearing the voice, she looked up toward the source and lazily greeted him, “Station Manager Chen.”

“I came for a bit of business,” Station Manager Chen stopped in front of Bai Lian, “You didn’t go to the library today?”

“No,” Bai Lian swiped away the word on her phone and memorized the next one, “had a bit of business to attend to.”

What business Bai Lian had, Station Manager Chen didn’t dare to ask further, only glancing up at the store, 112, Star Store.

Behind him, Chen Jingyu, wearing a black windbreaker, glanced at Bai Lian, then at the blonde young man beside her wiping sweat with a towel, his gaze lingering on the vocabulary page on Bai Lian’s phone for a moment, “Station Manager Chen, we’re running out of time.”

He urged urgently.

To the outside world, Mao Kun always looked like a ruffian.