Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted:
"Call what boss? Call uncle!"
What?
Uncle?
Lu Jing was flabbergasted and took a long ti to recover.
As for his heart, he cursed Jiang Ye eight hundred tis over.
It was his uncle!
Why hadn’t he been told earlier?
At least he could have prepared himself emotionally, right?
This was too sudden, okay?
He was dumbfounded.
He moved his lips several tis before he was able to make a sound:
"Unc... uncle..."
The middle-aged man was utterly satisfied with the smile on his face:
"That’s more like it, co on, take a look around, take whatever you like. Consider it an introductory gift from your uncle, don’t be shy. There are plenty of treasures here at your uncle’s."
Pfft—
If his usual business dealings were like this, he’d probably lose even his underpants, right?
Lu Jing was too embarrassed to take anything, feeling like he was about to explode on the spot.
Jiang Ye, oh Jiang Ye, you really know how to do it!
This situation was sothing Lu Jing had never faced before and genuinely lacked experience in.
Perhaps the middle-aged man saw that his nephew’s girlfriend was too shy and held back a bit:
"What’s your na, Aye’s girlfriend?" he asked.
"I’m Lu, Lu Jing."
Lu?
"Do you know Lu Jianyuan?"
"Yes, he’s my granduncle!"
How could he not know his own granduncle?
Though Lu Jianyuan had passed away under unexpected circumstances many years ago.
"You know my granduncle?" he asked, a bit surprised.
The middle-aged man’s laughter grew even more cheerful:
"Let guess, if Lu Jianyuan is your granduncle, and I’ve t Lu Jianmin’s girl, then you must be Lu Jian Country’s daughter, right?"
Cough cough.
"Yes!"
Lu Jian Country was indeed his real father.
So, they truly all knew each other?
"Aye sent you straight here; are you planning to buy this as a gift or for personal use?"
That direct, huh?
Why should there be any courtesy among family?
Cough cough.
His throat really did feel a bit rough today.
"It’s a gift, my cousin is getting married tomorrow."
The middle-aged man imdiately understood:
"I see, just wait here for , I’ll go get sothing for you."
Ah?
"Okay, okay, Uncle, thank you for the trouble,"
"Why be so polite?"
Afterwards, Lu Jing was left alone in the shop, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
However, this relief didn’t last long.
Because a custor ca in, a young couple.
Upon entering, they mistook Lu Jing for the owner:
"Boss, can you help us pick sothing? We want to buy a bracelet."
"Sorry, the owner will be back soon, I’m not him."
The young couple was surprised but quickly regained their composure:
"Sorry, sorry."
"No problem, just take your ti looking around."
"Okay."
Social anxiety was just like this.
Thankfully, the middle-aged man quickly returned, holding an antique wooden box that looked very quaint and aged.
"Lu girl, co here."
Lu Jing stepped forward and saw that the box was already open, revealing a comb inside.
It was clearly made of wood, but what kind it was, she couldn’t tell.
However, when the box was opened, a serene scent wafted out.
It was definitely not the sll of perfu or spices; it was a very natural aroma that made one feel refreshed and at ease.
"How does it look?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
Lu Jing felt there was no problem.
She liked it at first glance, and her cousin would definitely love it.
"Very nice!"
"Then take this one, giving a wooden comb as a wedding gift is incredibly fitting. There’s even an old saying, ’one comb for everlasting love, two for harmonious aging together, three combs for a floor full of children and grandchildren.’ This wooden comb is definitely imbued with your best wishes."
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