Xiao Liu's plane arrived in Shanghai at two o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Se borrowed a car from someone and drove to the airport to pick him up.
He was wearing a pair of long trousers and a white shirt, which he dressed neatly. As soon as he came out of the airport, he saw Jiang Se standing at the exit waiting for him.
Even though he knew after investigation that she was the daughter of the kidnapper, at this moment Xiao Liu found it very difficult to feel disgust towards Jiang Se.
She was so outstanding that there were many pedestrians around her, and she was still the center of attention in the crowd while leaning against the seat belt while waiting.
She was wearing a cheongsam with a white background and light green checkered patterns. The cuffs were sewn with light green chiffon into intricate patterns. This girlish design diluted the mature feeling brought by the cheongsam that perfectly wrapped her graceful body, making her temperament as elegant as water.
Jiang Se wore a platinum bracelet on his wrist, and no other decorations.
Some tourists around had recognized her and were holding up their phones to take pictures, but Jiang Se ignored them. She stood there like a landscape that could not be ignored.
Someone tried to talk to her and asked her if she was the movie star Jiang Se, but she just raised her hand and made a gesture to stop them. The girl who had mustered up the courage to approach them returned empty-handed.
"Miss Jiang." Xiao Liu was carrying only a simple luggage and obviously had no intention of living in Shanghai for a long time. The moment he saw Jiang Se, he greeted Jiang Se first.
There was a cold feeling about her, like the Miss Feng Nan of the past. After Xiao Liu greeted her, he was in a trance for a moment, and then he sighed in his heart when he came to his senses. No wonder Feng Zhongliang liked her so much. He even protected her so much when he knew that her father was most likely the gangster who kidnapped Feng Nan of the past. There might be a reason for transference of feelings.
"Uncle Liu." Jiang Se smiled and asked about Feng Zhongliang's health. Her words were full of concern, not pretending. Xiao Liu remembered Feng Zhongliang's instructions before leaving, and did not dare to let out any unnecessary information. She only answered what she could say:
"Last time you were here, the old man was in a good mood and had a drink. Afterwards, his blood pressure was high, so he asked Dr. Zhao to come in and take care of his health."
He cryptically explained why Feng Zhongliang was so eager to get the autograph:
"Since then, Doctor Zhao has told him to take a good rest for a while, and the flowers and plants should be temporarily handed over to someone else. The old man is a person who can't sit still all day long." When he said this, he noticed a smile on Jiang Se's lips and a look of longing in his eyes, which made Xiao Liu stunned.
He had firmly believed that Jiang Se's approach to Feng Zhongliang might have other intentions, especially since her identity was so sensitive, he couldn't help but worry.
But when he saw the emotions in Jiang Seliu's eyes, he began to doubt his previous guess.
"So he wanted to engrave words on it. He said that the Tianhuang stone was given by you, and it is reasonable for him to see what you think about how to engrave it. I will decide after I get your words."
As soon as he finished his half-truthful and half-false statement of his purpose, Jiang Se lowered his eyelids and responded.
Xiao Liu's schedule was very tight, and Feng Zhongliang was still anxiously waiting for a reply in the imperial capital.
After knowing that he would be returning to the capital tomorrow, Jiang Se simply arranged to finish writing the letter first, and then treat him to Shanghai cuisine in the evening to welcome him.
Xiao Liu naturally had no objection to such an arrangement. Jiang Se first drove him to the hotel where he was staying and asked him to pack and wash up.
There is a cafe in the hotel lobby. The afternoon sun was scorching, and many people were ordering a cup of coffee in the cafe, enjoying desserts and blowing the hot air to pass the time.
After Xiao Liu washed up and changed his clothes, he saw Jiang Se sitting by the window at a glance. She squinted her eyes and her skin was as white as porcelain. The sunlight shone through the glass onto her beautiful face. Accompanied by the soothing and gentle music in the cafe, the peaceful and tranquil feeling made people reluctant to break it.
There was a cup of coffee in front of her, and she was not playing with her mobile phone like many people in the cafe. She looked quiet, just like the former Miss Feng Nan.
Xiao Liu sighed, and when he sat down, he took the paper and pen that Feng Zhongliang asked him to bring.
Feng Zhongliang was unusually persistent and serious about asking Jiang Se to write, as if he wanted to confirm something. He prepared these things himself and asked Xiao Liu to bring them all the way from the imperial capital to Shanghai.
"The old man said, just write something and let him think about it. After you finish filming the movie, maybe he can give you a surprise."
He ordered a cup of coffee and a few desserts from the store, sent the waiter away, and then smiled and said:
"Please write down your request here. I will take it back and show it to him."
Jiang Se took the notebook and pen. Most people in this era have become dependent on electronic products.
In daily life, we often type on our mobile phones and computers, and few people can write well.
To Xiao Liu's surprise, Jiang Se's handwriting was very good. It was obvious that she had put a lot of effort into it, and it looked vaguely familiar. She wrote her own name, Feng Zhongliang's name, and even wrote a sentence: The weather is hot, Grandpa, please take good care of yourself.
She lowered her head while writing. Xiao Liu held her phone:
"The old man missed you and asked me to take some photos of you this time."
He pointed the camera of his mobile phone at Jiang Se, recording her expression when writing, the way she held the pen, and the handwriting on the notebook.
Jiang Se said nothing, lowered his head and wrote a simple recipe for a refreshing tea, then closed the pen cap, put it in the notebook, and pushed it to Xiao Liu:
"I'm not expecting surprises, I just hope he won't be mad at me." She whispered softly, "The last time he called me, he told me not to film Director Zhang's movie."
She smiled, but seemed a little aggrieved:
"I didn't listen to him. I was afraid he would ignore me."
Seeing her like this, Xiao Liu couldn't help but feel a little sorry. Although Jiang Zhiyuan was still a knot in his heart, he hesitated for a moment and still comforted her:
"Don't worry, the old man won't be angry with you."
He looked up Jiang Se's background and discovered that her biological father was the kidnapper who kidnapped Feng Nan. Feng Zhongliang seemed to protect her in every way even in such a serious matter, so how could he really be angry with her over such a small matter
"I hope so." Xiao Liu's visit was too sudden. Jiang Se was not stupid and could guess that he made a special trip to Shanghai because Feng Zhongliang had ordered him to do so.
Xiao Liu is Grandpa's confidant. She has been with him for many years and has done things for him. This time he sent Xiao Liu here. I'm afraid he must have guessed something and came to her to confirm the handwriting.
She pursed her lips and held back the tears in her eyes.
At this time, at the Du family in the imperial capital, Zhou Hui's two children were on summer vacation. The family was now well-off, and since Jiang Se was responsible for the financial affairs, they planned to go abroad for some time in August.
Originally they should have left a long time ago, but Du Changqun's mother was unwell a few days ago, so they were delayed for a while. Du Honghong and her brother couldn't wait any longer. The luggage at home was already packed. Du Changqun was sitting on the sofa, discussing with his children what to bring when they went out to play. Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang. He asked Zhou Hui without turning his head:
"Who's calling?" (To be continued)