On her way back from Jiang Zongjim in the afternoon, a black car slowly stopped beside her.
Qiao Nian noticed that the car had been following him the entire time, so he raised his hand and pulled down his cap, his eyes were cold, and he stopped.
A man dressed as a driver quickly got out of the car and trotted in front of her, saying, "Miss Qiao, my husband wants to see you."
"Your... husband?" The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, with a strong aura around her.
The driver immediately responded: "My husband's surname is Wei, and he is an old friend of yours."
"… "
guard
And know her.
All the people in Beijing and the city are just one family.
Qiao Nian didn't expect that the Wei Lou family would look for her. After thinking about it, she walked towards the car on the road.
Seeing that she was willing to go with him, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly chased after her, ran to the front and opened the door for her: "Ms. Qiao, please."
"Thank you." The girl thanked him in a distant but polite manner.
The driver was stunned and didn't react.
He had always heard that the Ye family's fiancée was cold and difficult to approach, but he didn't expect that she was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors said.
He came to his senses and saw that everyone was already seated, so he quickly closed the car door and trotted to the front to drive.
The driver stole a glance at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Perhaps fearing that she would be scared, he explained to her in a gentle voice, "Mr. Wei is not far away."
"Okay." Qiao Nian saw his good intentions and responded patiently.
The driver saw that she was very calm and did not look afraid. He felt relieved and looked away to concentrate on driving.
**
The Ye family's old house has a deep courtyard. It is located near the most prosperous Chang'an Street, but it has winding paths and a quiet atmosphere in the midst of bustling city.
The courtyard-style house is home to a variety of precious flowers and plants, mainly orchids, which are the old man’s favorite.
There is an exquisite bird cage hanging beside the pillar of the reddish-brown pavilion, in which a beautiful thrush is kept. The bird jumps back and forth on the branches, and its tail feathers are particularly bright. Every corner of the old house has its own scenery. It is not high-profile but also low-key and calm.
However, the atmosphere in the old house today was very solemn. The servants coming and going were in a hurry, walking with their heads down, and no one dared to speak loudly.
The council chamber has not been used for a long time.
Master Cheng, Wei Mingxuan and others are here.
Ye Maoshan was sitting at the very top, holding up the teacup beside him, skimming off the foam with the tea lid, and taking a sip of tea in an impatient mood.
He put the cup back on the table and looked around at everyone and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to discuss this?"
The younger generation is headed by Ye Wangchuan, with Bo Jingxing, Qin Si and others also present.
Even Bo Zheng rarely appears here.
There were many people inside, but few were talking.
Bo Zheng didn't know much about these things, so he just sat there with a serious look on his face. There was no fluctuation on his resolute and handsome face, and he pursed his lips tightly and hardly expressed any opinion.
In fact, the only people who can really make professional decisions are people like Master Cheng.
Master Cheng thought for a moment: "…Should we just push it?"
Ye Maoshan pursed his lips, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his tiger eyes: "Do you think so?"
Master Cheng was also helpless. He looked up and met his gaze, saying bitterly, "Hiding is not a solution, but we don't know what the other party wants to do. If we rashly agree to it, I'm afraid something unexpected will happen!"
No one present spoke.
In fact, everyone thinks so.
Bo Jingxing and others have not expressed their opinions because they are actually worried about this.
(End of this chapter)