imperial capital.
At the end of summer, we must forcefully leave a little trace of it.
Rainwater rustled down the edge of the old tiled roof and crackled on the antique carved window panes.
"No matter how much it rains in the north, it doesn't have the charm and artistic conception of Jiangnan."
An old man with gray hair and dressed in a navy blue silk Tang suit stood by the window, with his hands folded behind his back, looking at the rainy scene outside with a bit of regret in his eyes.
There was a slight sound of tea being poured from the tea tray next to it.
"If you still want to go, bring Uncle Zhong with you this time, after all..." the woman responded.
Before he finished speaking, the old man turned his head and glanced at the woman in front of the tea tray. Even though he was old, his eagle eyes were still calm and mighty.
The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously avoided her eyes.
"Jane Si." The old man called out the woman's name.
Jane Si: "Grandpa."
The old man called "Grandpa" took a look at the tea that Jian Si had made.
The tea tastes fragrant and the appearance is excellent.
But the old man said indifferently: "Jane Si, you should go to the tea art class again."
Jian Si's back stiffened, she lowered her eyes, and quickly suppressed the guilty conscience that had been seen through.
"Boom boom."
A servant's voice came from outside the door: "Patriarch, the young master is here."
Hearing this, the old man's usual majestic face softened slightly.
"come in."
"Jane Si, you go back first."
"Grandpa, I..."
"Is there anything else?"
"… No."
When Jane Si got up to leave, the door just opened.
Broad shoulders and long legs, well-defined silhouette, with the magical favor of the creator.
The gold-rimmed lenses on the tall bridge of the nose are slightly reflective, and the narrow and indifferent eyes are half-covered in half-darkness.
Jane Si looked at the man, but the man didn't seem to see her, and walked straight to the window without giving her a look.
It's just that when she was wrong, Jian Si lowered her voice and said with a half-smile.
"In a few days, my good brother won't know me anymore?"
Jian Fan stopped in her tracks, her eyes were still looking straight ahead, unbiased.
"Jane Si, do you know Ning Yu?"
"… Who is that?"
"A well-known ophthalmologist in the industry."
"I miss you, you should go and see."
Jian Fan gave advice, and her indifferent tone seemed to reveal some sincerity.
"Chi..."
It was rare for the old man to show his face, but Jian Si's face turned white instantly from anger, and just about to explode, but when he touched the old man, he paused and forcefully suppressed his anger.
When turning around to go out, the high heels were stomping on the wooden floor, as if to vent something.
The old man picked up the teacup, sipped the tea that Jian Fanxin made for him, and said slowly: "Usually you talk so little in front of me, but I'm good at being sarcastic around corners."
Jian Fan lowered his eyes and poured tea from a small teapot, while strands of white mist floated in front of his eyes: "It's not a satire, it's just a reminder."
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The old man narrowed his brows and eyes, and suddenly remembered that he had heard a servant say that Jian Si had thrown his pillow and quilt from the balcony on the second floor in front of Jian Fan, saying that she did not have a younger brother like Jian Fan. He goes.
At that time, the little boy had no expression on his face, no panic, no fear, and no...sadness.
Just watching Jian Si calmly and indifferently being hysterical towards him.
Same as now.
But I don't know when, Jian Si, who was proud of Jian Fan, gradually weakened her arrogance with the passage of time, and when she realized it, Jian Fan had grown into an existence that she could not help.
The old man looked at Jian Fan who was hidden in the tea mist.
The suit is straight, revealing the elite atmosphere and unfathomable of the superior.
But his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, without any emotional flaws, like a stone Buddha without emotion.
The corner of the old man's mouth curved slightly, and his tone was full of satisfaction: "Over the years, you have become more and more like me."
Indifference is like a label of Jane's family.
Whether externally or internally.
Jian Fan kept pouring tea, but he didn't reply, not knowing whether he agreed or disagreed.
Of course, the old man didn't care either.
The old man glanced at the rain outside again from the corner of his eye, and said casually, "This Sunday, you should spare the afternoon to go on a blind date."
Jian Fan paused while holding the teapot.
The old man in the ear has already begun to introduce it eloquently.
"You know that a few days ago, I went to Jiangnan, and I had a heart attack while climbing a mountain."
Matters of life and death were spoken calmly in the old man's mouth.
"Know."
Seeing the old man's hands with age spots, Jian Fan rarely frowned, pursed her thin lips slightly, and looked away after a few seconds.
The Jian family is the head of the four top wealthy families in the imperial capital.
Therefore, the fact that the Patriarch of Jian's family almost passed away was always news all over the country.
Not to mention the people who are ready to move.
"If it wasn't for Xiao Shen, you wouldn't be able to see the old man at this time."
"This blind date is for the daughter of my savior."
"My old man's life should be worth your trip."
The old man obviously relaxed in front of Jian Fan, and he was still half-joking with him.
It's just that even if it's half-joking, the last sentence also has a hint of coercion.
Jianfan poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, then used bamboo tweezers to grab some new tea from the wooden teapot next to it, put it into the teapot, and made another pot.
The whole process takes a few minutes.
In the eyes of the elderly, it means that Jian Fan is thinking.
After Jian Fan closed the tea lid, he raised his eyes and said calmly.
"Just because of saving your life?"
The old man turned the white porcelain teacup in his hand, slightly reclined on the grand teacher's chair, put his hand on his temple and rubbed it twice, glanced at Jian Fan sideways, and said softly after a while.
"Xiao Shen's family is in Nancheng."
Nancheng is the seat of the richest man in the south.
The old man seemed to think of something, his eyebrows sank slightly, and he continued: "You know the internal situation of Jian's family and the situation in the imperial capital. You want to fight against those individuals and really gain a foothold in the Jane's group. This blind date, It will do you no harm."
The old man talked to the point, but both of them knew it well.
Interest entanglements and political marriages are commonplace in a wealthy family like theirs. True love and such are just things that exist in novels and TV dramas to deceive little girls.
After hearing the real reason, Jian Fan still didn't speak, but the old man was used to Jian Fan's silence.
In his opinion, Simplified and Traditional, who are dominant in the shopping malls and benefit first, have no reason to disagree with his arrangement.
This account, Jian Fan himself will be able to calculate.
But when Jian Fan got up to leave, and the old man brought up the "blind date" again, Jian Fan slowly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and the refraction of the lens fell on his long and narrow eyes, as cold as snow falling in the mountains.
His voice didn't fluctuate.
"That's what you meant, not mine."
***
Sunday day.
The famous private restaurant "Mo" in the sky in the imperial capital is known as a hot spot for high-society couples.
Located in the CBD of the imperial capital, housing prices are priced at every inch of land, so that a meal here can start from five figures.
Wearing a hat and sunglasses, Pei Qingya was fully wrapped up, and she was on the phone with Xu Anshen in the parking lot of the building where "Mo" was.
"Qingya, I'm sorry, I booked too late. I didn't book the top floor, so I can only reserve the 17th floor. I will definitely compensate you next time." Xu Anshen apologized slightly annoyed.
A top private restaurant like "Mo" is backed by several forces, the biggest shareholder of which is the Jian family, so even Xu Anshen does not get special privileges, and has to honestly make reservations and line up.
However, Xu Anshen was also a little puzzled, when he asked who had reserved the top floor, the restaurant manager just smiled at him mysteriously, shook his head and said that he could not reveal the customer's privacy.
But the restaurant manager rarely showed excited eyes, but Xu An was deeply concerned.
After all, even if the manager of the restaurant saw him, he would just maintain a polite manner.
"An Shen, it's fine, you can eat anywhere, I... I just want to meet you." Pei Qingya's gentle voice interrupted Xu Anshen's thoughts.
When Xu Anshen heard Pei Qingya's understanding, his heart seemed to collapse, and he felt more and more sorry for Pei Qingya.
This should be replaced by Qinghuan...
Xu An was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had never brought Shen Qinghuan into or out of a high-end restaurant.
As for the reason...
"boom!"
Xu Anshen was drawn back to his senses by the sound of glass breaking, only to realize that the waiter next to him had accidentally broken the wine glass.
Xu An frowned deeply, he didn't have much affection for Shen Qinghuan, how could he suddenly think of her
And... Shen Qinghuan and Pei Qingya... are not comparable at all.
Xu An deeply rubbed between his brows, his eyes filled with happiness again.
Forget it, now he only needs to think about Pei Qingya alone.
Everyone else, it doesn't matter.
It was just a long silence, Xu An was afraid that Pei Qingya would notice something, so he quickly asked a few questions.
But after asking, there was a brief silence on Pei Qingya's side.
"Qingya, Qingya, Qingya?"
"...Huh?" For some reason, Pei Qingya's voice was a little dull, mixed with some panic.
"Qingya, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you say anything just now?" Xu An asked with deep concern.
"No...it's okay, I was just looking for a way, An Shen, I'll hang up first, and I'll go up right away."
As soon as the words fell, Pei Qingya hung up the phone in a hurry, her astonished gaze continued to stare in one direction.
She is now standing at the exclusive VIP parking entrance of the building's parking lot, and she saw a car passing by just now.
At that moment, Pei Qingya stopped breathing.
It's not because of how expensive and luxurious the car is, but because of the indifferent figure looming in the black window of the back seat.
Is that... Simplified