Therefore, Vancouver had a preconceived notion that Ye Wangchuan was a more rebellious type among the wealthy, and he found a girl he liked but whose status was not high enough.
When Ye Maoshan asked him if he had inquired about Qiao Nian, he felt that Ye Maoshan looked down on Qiao Nian and was reminding him of the Ye family's position.
During this period, Qiao Nian suppressed the news and refused to release the person.
Without waiting for Ye Maoshan to answer him.
Vancouver's eyebrows relaxed, and he said with a spring breeze, "Young Master Ye is still young, so it's better for him to think about it more. He will definitely meet a more suitable person in the future!"
"hehe."
Ye Maoshan lost the desire to communicate with him any more. He put on a fake smile and was too lazy to explain to him, so he asked the old butler to send the guest away.
He planned to contact Qiao Nian and tell him about the hidden family that had come to him and offered him conditions.
He had not yet made it clear that he would definitely release the person, but only offered the conditions for a talk. He still planned to ask Qiao Nian for his opinion.
If Qiao Nian disagrees in the end, he will respect the young man's decision and reject Vancouver and Mr. Xue behind him.
**
"Yes, I understand."
"Can."
"I have no opinion."
As soon as Qiao Nian walked out of Yu Yan's studio, she received a call from Mr. Ye. After listening to Mr. Ye's purpose of calling, she drooped her eyelids and walked forward nonchalantly.
"I have one additional condition," she said suddenly.
Ye Maoshan was stunned on the other end of the phone: "What?" Qiao Nian paused for a moment, not in a hurry to go to the ward. She put one hand in her pocket and held her phone in the other. Her pretty face was extremely eye-catching, and her expression was casual: "I will talk to them alone."
“…” Ye Maoshan intuitively felt that it was related to Vancouver.
But he always knew how to respect the privacy of the younger generation, and did not use his seniority to pry into other people's intentions: "Okay, you talk to them yourself. When you have discussed it with them, send me a message, and I will tell them that I agree to the settlement."
"Okay." Qiao Nian paused, his features softening: "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Hey!" Ye Maoshan was grinning from the other end of the phone, his mouth corners stretched to his ears, which scared the servant who happened to be passing by watering the flowers.
Ye Maoshan didn't care. He was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He held the phone and reminded Qiao Nian: "Be careful outside. If there is any problem, ask Wangchuan to do it. He is a grown man with thick skin and strong flesh, so it's okay. You are a girl, and girls should be well protected. Don't be polite to him. If he doesn't listen to you, tell me. Grandpa will help you!"
Qiao Nian had never been able to deal with elders. Upon hearing this, the faint light in her eyes became clearer, and she pursed her lips and said softly, "Okay."
Ye Maoshan happily pulled her aside and talked for a few more words, but he did not mention Ye Wangchuan's injury at all. Qiao Nian knew that he did not mention this because he was afraid that she would feel guilty if he did, so she listened to Ye Maoshan's instructions on the other end of the phone even more obediently.
Ye Maoshan was probably so happy because he rarely did so. He talked to Qiao Nian for twenty minutes without realizing it.
By the time he realized he had been talking for too long, the call had lasted nearly half an hour.
"Hey, you see, I forget the time when I start chatting." Ye Maoshan scolded him and said quickly, "Niannian, if you want to be busy, go ahead. I'm hanging up first."
"Well, I'm not busy." Qiao Nian was very patient and polite, "Goodbye, Grandpa Ye."
Although Ye Maoshan felt a little regretful that she didn't call him grandpa anymore, he was satisfied. He said "goodbye" with a smile and hung up the phone.
Qiao Nian waited until the other party hung up before putting the phone away. He lowered his head, looked through a string of phone numbers in the blacklist, picked one and called it.
(End of this chapter)