Ye Lan really likes Qiao Nian and is wholeheartedly planning for Qiao Nian, so naturally he hopes that Mr. Ye likes Qiao Nian.
"She came to Beijing for an exam this time and won't stay long. We'll talk about it next time when there's a chance." Ye Wangchuan looked at the time. Qiao Nian had been gone for five minutes and hadn't come back yet. His eyes were deep and he slowly sent the box number over.
Qiao Nian was obviously looking at his phone, and he got a reply within seconds of successfully sending the message.
[QN: Come right over.]
Ye Wangchuan put away his phone, looked at the dishes ordered by Ye Lan on the table, called the waiter over, ordered a few more Sichuan dishes, and then said nonchalantly: "Don't be in a hurry. Being too impatient will easily scare her."
Ye Lan didn't know Qiao Nian's taste, so she chose Yufu. When she saw him order a few more Sichuan dishes, she had an idea in her mind. She silently memorized these dishes and looked up at him and said, "You have been like this since you were a child. You are never in a hurry for anything. I feel anxious for you when I see you. If you are not in a hurry, forget it. Girls like Nian Nian will have many suitors when they go to college. If you are not in a hurry, just wait to attend her wedding in the future!"
Gu San also felt that Wang Ye was too patient. When the emperor was not anxious, the eunuchs were. He himself was anxious sometimes, but Wang Ye was not anxious at all.
"Yes, Master Wang, what the young lady said makes sense. When will you confess your feelings to Miss Qiao? Otherwise, you can find a time to confess your feelings to Miss Qiao. If you are rejected, you still have a chance to try harder."
He said the words "what if I get rejected" very smoothly, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had thought so.
Ye Wangchuan glanced at him with a rather indifferent look, and said to him: "I see you are quite free recently, do you still have time to meddle in other people's business?"
Gu San felt the intimidation in his eyes and shook his head like a rattle: "No, I'm not idle. I was wrong, Master Wang."
Ye Lan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, she glared at him in reproach, and said in a bad tone: "Why are you threatening Gu San? He is not wrong. If you just stand by and watch, one day your treasure will be stolen and you will regret it!"
There were so many famous ladies in Beijing who wanted to pursue Ye Wangchuan that they could line up from the beginning of Chang'an Street to the end of Chang'an Street. She was not worried that he would not be able to find a partner.
She had a rough idea of how outstanding her nephew was.
Now, she was worried that Qiao Nian would refuse.
Nian Nian seems to be an indifferent person, and maybe she has never thought about falling in love. Thinking of this, she felt that there was a high possibility that Ye Wangchuan would be rejected, and when she looked at someone again, there was inevitably more sympathy in her eyes.
As she was thinking this, her cell phone rang again.
Ye Lan looked at the incoming call, picked up the phone, spoke a few words to the person on the other end, and then hung up in a hurry.
After hanging up the phone, her well-maintained heroic face was stained with a layer of irritation, and she said to the people in the box: "The old man of the Wei family is dying. He has a cerebral congestion. No doctor dared to take over. It looks like if it goes on like this, he will die soon!"
There are only two or three families in Beijing that can be compared with their Ye family.
The Shen family is not up to standard, and the Wen family can only be barely compared with the Ye family. To be honest, the only family that can be put on the same level as the Ye family is the Wei family.
But the Wei family has been in chaos since old Wei's health deteriorated, with each branch dancing like demons and monsters, all trying to show off and maximize their own interests before the old man dies.
When people get old and sick, they have to watch their children and grandchildren quarreling in front of their bed.
(End of this chapter)