"I'm fine." Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids, his eyes were clear, and it seemed that there was no big problem: "Uncle Liang, don't worry about me, just do your thing."
"Yeah." Liang Conglin and Ye were close friends regardless of age difference. He was also a generation older than Ye. Ye Wangchuan called him Uncle Liang, and he didn't say anything polite. After accepting the call, he still asked him, "Do you want me to ask the waiter to bring a bowl of sobering soup?"
Ye Wangchuan glanced at his phone nonchalantly. Qiao Nian didn't send him a message. He leaned his arm on the table, pressed his finger on his high nose bridge, frowned, and didn't know what he was thinking. The words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue. He picked up the phone again, stood up at this time, and said, "No, I'll go out for a walk and get some fresh air."
"Then wait..." Liang Conglin wanted to ask him whether he would come back later.
Ye Wangchuan seemed to know what he wanted to ask him, and said lazily: "It depends on the situation. Maybe he will come back, or maybe he won't come."
Liang Conglin nodded, indicating that he understood, and told the people around him.
The people at this table were basically from the Ministry of Culture. Ye Wangchuan seldom greeted them normally, but this time he gave them enough face, drank himself a glass of white wine, and then walked out politely.
As soon as he left, the people in the box felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from their hearts.
Everyone looked more relaxed than when he was around just now.
Obviously, when Ye Wangchuan sat here, even though they were a little flattered by Ye Wangchuan's courtesy, they actually still felt pressured when Ye Wangchuan was around.
A fat middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and waited until Ye Wangchuan left before he dared to wipe the sweat from his temples. He looked at Liang Conglin and sighed in a low voice, "Young Master Ye is too polite today. It makes me nervous. Tsinghua University is indeed a century-old institution. Even Young Master Ye is giving face to President Liang!"
Liang Conglin wanted to say that Ye Wangchuan was not giving him face, but was clearly giving face to Qiao Nian, but he didn't say anything nonsense. He picked up the wine glass, laughed, and said gently like Maitreya Buddha: "That's not the case. It's the same in education. Come, I'll toast to everyone and thank you for taking the time to come to attend the school anniversary."
"Principal Liang, you're too polite."
"Yes, the principal is very polite."
"It should be."
Everyone at the table responded to his call, stood up, raised their glasses, clinked their glasses together, and drank the glass in one gulp.
Then they sat down. They were all experienced people, so Liang Conglin toasted everyone with a glass of wine just to practice Tai Chi and change the topic.
They are not fools.
With Ye Wangchuan’s identity and background, they had no right to talk about him behind his back, and even the person who first brought up this topic was smart enough to shut up.
The others were not crazy enough to bring up the topic anymore.
But everyone became more and more curious.
It was rumored in the Beijing circle that Master Ye had a girlfriend who came from outside the city.
Compared to Beijing.
Raocheng is just an inconspicuous third-tier city. Given Ye Wangchuan's status and position, he happened to find a girlfriend who came from a remote area. Who wouldn't be curious about this girlfriend
It was widely rumored that Ye Shao's girlfriend had excellent grades and was admitted to Tsinghua University. They didn't quite believe this rumor before.
Now... they all believe it about 70%!
After all, Ye Shao’s attitude today is very unusual!
A girl who came from around the city actually won over Young Master Ye. I don’t know what kind of girl she is. If she is just pretty, I’m afraid she is not worthy of the Ye family.
(End of this chapter)