Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Jiang Baichuan really had given Yun Li a gift worth more than three hundred thousand yuan.

It was a small antique ornament. He said it could bring in wealth and told her to display it in her flower shop.

He said it was nothing valuable.

But she had asked Xia Wanzhi about it, and Xia Wanzhi told her it had been the cheapest antique at the biggest auction house in Beicheng.

Because he was afraid she wouldn’t accept it, he had deliberately bid on the cheapest one.

But even the cheapest one was worth a million.

The only reason Yun Li had accepted it was because he had forced it on her.

Moonlight hung high in the sky. Tonight was the first time in all these years that Yun Li had truly felt relaxed, body and soul.

She had beaten Yun Meilan.

More than that, she had beaten herself.

She slept without dreaming.

After that, Liang Jing never came looking for Yun Li again. Since the matter hadn’t blown up, it could be considered a clean escape for him.

After National Day, it rained for two days in Beicheng, washing away the filth from the days before, as if ushering in a new beginning.

Jiang Baichuan spent an entire week overseas. Although he could exchange a sentence or two with Yun Li on WeChat every day, he wasn’t satisfied with communication in text.

Nothing was more honest than meeting once and saying one sentence face-to-face.

He had no suitable status with which to call Yun Li. It would be too presumptuous, and he was afraid Yun Li wouldn’t be used to that pace.

The identity of an old classmate wasn’t enough. The identity of a suitor wasn’t enough either.

He first needed to become her friend.

So this time, after returning from overseas, Jiang Baichuan brought a bottle of Romanée-Conti Montrachet Grand Cru Dry Red Wine to Lanting Bieyuan again to express his thanks.

And also to dig up some useful information.

This time, he had gotten smarter. He knocked on Xie Qiyan’s door.

Knowing exactly what kind of person Xie Qiyan was, Jiang Baichuan had specifically chosen only one gift for the two of them.

It wasn’t for Xia Wanzhi alone, nor was it for Xie Qiyan alone.

If he gave something to Xia Wanzhi alone, he would get beaten.

If he gave something to Xie Qiyan alone, it would be completely useless.

Xia Wanzhi wasn’t very interested in the bottle of wine. What interested her more was what gift Jiang Baichuan had picked out for Yun Li.

Jiang Baichuan gave a soft cough. “Just a bouquet of flowers.”

Xia Wanzhi raised a brow. “A Juliet Rose?”

Jiang Baichuan froze.

She knew, just like that?

He looked at Xie Qiyan. “Have you given one to someone before?”

Xie Qiyan gave a light scoff. “I don’t give things that tacky.”

Jiang Baichuan: “…”

A rose worth tens of millions, and he called it tacky.

Xia Wanzhi hugged a throw pillow and laughed until she leaned against Xie Qiyan’s shoulder. She explained, “Yun Li likes flowers, and you men are all so single-minded. Of course you’d think the more expensive it is, the better the gift.”

She paused, then said seriously, “But President Jiang, have you thought about whether Yun Li would accept it if she found out you gave her an astronomical-priced rose? And in what capacity would she accept it?”

That question completely stumped Jiang Baichuan.

He had been in such a hurry to give Yun Li the best that he’d forgotten to consider things from Yun Li’s perspective.

As if suddenly enlightened, Jiang Baichuan glanced at Xia Wanzhi gratefully, then picked up his phone. “Then I’ll return the flowers.”

Xie Qiyan stopped him in time. “Return them?”

“Yeah. They’re being delivered by air. They should be arriving in the country soon, so I should still be able to return them.” Jiang Baichuan tapped on his screen to contact his secretary.

It was tens of millions, after all. He couldn’t let Yun Li think he was wasteful.

“No need to return them.” With a perfectly serious expression, Xie Qiyan shamelessly said, “Transfer them to me. I’ll give them to my girlfriend.”

Jiang Baichuan: “…”

One second ago, he’d said he would never give something so tacky.

Did that face-slap hurt or not?

Xie Qiyan smiled faintly. “I’m helping you. Saving you a sum in air freight. I’ll transfer you the money later. I won’t take it for free.”

Jiang Baichuan gritted his teeth. “Thank you so much.”

Xia Wanzhi curled up on the sofa laughing. Xie Qiyan reached out and rested his arm along the back of the sofa, so as Xia Wanzhi laughed and laughed, she rolled right into his arms.

This seemed to have become completely ordinary for the two of them.

Forget two doors. Not even two hundred doors could block the two of them’s enthusiasm.

Jiang Baichuan once again suspected that this bastard Xie Qiyan really could put on an act.

He had mastered the whole push-and-pull game.

And unfortunately, Xia Wanzhi fell for it.

Jiang Baichuan couldn’t stand watching anymore. When he left, only the humane old orange cat came to see him off.

He lowered his head and exchanged a complicated look with Changsheng.

All of a sudden, he understood that Xie Qiyan’s success wasn’t without reason.

Old Master Xie and Xie Tan were both assists. This cat was an assist too.

Add the matter of the house…

Timing, location, and people-he had taken all three.

That evening, in a rare move, Jiang Baichuan paid a visit to the Rong Family.

His two little nieces giggled as they circled around him. Helpless, he picked one up in each arm.

Jiang Yourong looked at him in amusement. “Go on, then. Coming over this late at night-what do you need to beg this empress for?”

The two siblings had come from the same womb and had loved and tormented each other since they were little. It was rare for Jiang Baichuan to come knocking with something to ask, so Jiang Yourong instantly put on airs.

She had to gloat over this for at least a year.

Jiang Baichuan looked at her expressionlessly. The two children were making a fuss, and his mouth half-opened and closed, as if he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

“Rong Yu-” Jiang Yourong called toward the kitchen.

Before Jiang Yourong could finish the rest of her sentence, Rong Yu came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and called to the two children, “Zhaozhao and Mumu, don’t bother Mommy while she talks about serious business. Come here with Daddy.”

Jiang Baichuan: “…”

He was so practiced it was almost heartbreaking.

But the two little brats listened. They scampered after Rong Yu.

He had to admit, Rong Yu really did know how to handle children.

Jiang Baichuan had never thought much of this pig who’d rooted up his family’s cabbage, but looking at him now, perhaps one day he might even have to ask this pig… this brother-in-law of his for advice on raising children.

What had happened in the past was over. From today onward, he planned to build a good relationship with Rong Yu.

“All right, tell me. What exactly did you come to me for?” Jiang Yourong couldn’t stand how awkward he was and almost wondered if something had possessed him. “Let me hear what major event could make the famous President Jiang personally come to my door and ask me for help.”

Jiang Baichuan ignored her teasing and went straight to the point. “Yun Li.”

Hearing the familiar name that promised gossip, Jiang Yourong’s brows lifted. She immediately grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them. “Go on, go on!”

Jiang Baichuan: “…”

He took a deep breath. “I lied to you last time.”

His voice was soft and even. “I do like her.”