Jiang Xianrou pushed his wheelchair to the living room and answered his question calmly: "The school organizes independent enrollment examinations. I am a member of the student union. I went to the school to help out and look after the students who came to take the exams."
"Oh, it's another year of independent enrollment." Mr. Jiang leaned on the wheelchair armrest and sighed: "Time flies so fast. I still remember the year you were admitted to Tsinghua University through independent enrollment..."
At this moment, Jiang Zongnan and Tang Wanru came over with the cooked dishes. Hearing what he said, they interrupted happily, "Dad, that was three years ago. Xianrou is almost a junior now. Have you forgotten that you went to a parent-teacher meeting for Xianrou before?"
Grandpa Jiang recalled that he seemed to have visited Tsinghua University once last year, but it was not to hold an ordinary parent-teacher meeting for Jiang Xianrou. Instead, he was there as a parent to witness Jiang Xianrou winning the honorary title of outstanding student of Tsinghua University.
When he thought of this, his eyes looked at Jiang Xianrou even softer and more lovingly. He was just about to ask her what she planned to do after graduation.
Suddenly I heard it.
"Speaking of independent enrollment, Grandpa, I met someone in Beijing today." Jiang Xianrou pushed him to the dining table and walked over with an embarrassed expression: "I don't know whether I should tell you."
Seeing her expression, the kindness on Mr. Jiang's face gradually faded. He looked at her with his cloudy but energetic eyes, and said in a much lighter tone: "Think it over first."
As soon as Tang Wanru saw the old man’s cold tone, she knew that Jiang Xianrou had done something wrong and made the old man unhappy.
She put down her bowl and chopsticks, and tried to smooth things over. She gave Jiang Xianrou a look and said, "Xianrou, what are you doing? We are all family. If you have anything to say, just tell grandpa directly. There is no need to know whether you should say it or not!"
Jiang Xianrou met her mother's gaze and immediately reacted. She bent down and pulled Old Man Jiang's arm and acted coquettishly: "Grandpa, don't be angry, I didn't mean that. I just hesitated because I was worried about your health."
In fact, Mr. Jiang was not very angry. It was just a small matter. Jiang Xianrou was his granddaughter. He was old enough not to get angry with his granddaughter for a word. He patted the back of her hand and silently comforted her: "Just say it. There is nothing wrong to say. I won't be angry."
Jiang Xianrou: "Grandpa, you really won't be angry?"
Old Master Jiang frowned, his dark eyes condensed, not understanding why she kept emphasizing that she would be angry.
How big of a thing could be worth him getting angry about
Seeing that the foreshadowing was almost complete, Jiang Xianrou said hesitantly, "I met someone today."
She wouldn't be much more interesting if she wasn't so vague.
The more she acted like this, the more people cared.
Lian Jiang Zongnan asked in a low voice: "Who did you run into?"
Jiang Xianrou glanced at everyone and said the name: "Qiao Nian."
Old Master Jiang reacted the most. He was no longer calm and composed. His face showed surprise and concern. He held the sides of the wheelchair and almost stood up. He asked in rapid succession, "Where did you run into Nian Nian? Did she come to Beijing? Why didn't you tell me? When you saw her, she was alone? Where's Jiang Li? He's not with her?"
Mr. Jiang became more and more worried as he spoke, his brows furrowed, and he kept muttering, "I haven't been feeling well lately, and you guys keep not letting me take the plane."
(End of this chapter)