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After saying that, Chief Chen walked out.
Ming Dongheng still heard Chief Chen talking to his subordinate: “Go prepare fishing gear for …”
Ming Dongheng:
Ji, uncle, uncle?
Who the hell is this Uncle Ji that Chen Yongkun is calling for?
Ming Dongheng’s expression beca increasingly cold as he gazed at Chief Chen’s retreating figure.
His hand brushed sothing.
Xu Yajun, still standing to the side, was also very surprised inside. Ji?
She had searched all over Jiangjing and hadn’t heard of anyone with the surna Ji who could elicit such a strong reaction from Chief Chen. Who was this “Uncle Ji”?
Ming Dongheng glanced at Xu Yajun and asked coldly, “Does Miss Xu have any further business?”
He politely addressed her as Miss Xu.
However, Xu Yajun didn’t dare respond and quickly stood up straight, glancing subconsciously upstairs before saying, “I won’t bother Mr. Ming any longer.”
Once out of the iron gate, Xu Yajun’s complexion lightened significantly.
A white car was waiting on the next street.
Ji Mulan sat in the front passenger seat, looking ahead until she saw a white figure, and Xu En, who was in the driver’s seat, hurriedly got out of the car.
Since Xu En had gotten out of the car, Ji Mulan naturally didn’t dare to remain seated in pretense.
She followed suit and got out too.
“Miss Xu,” Xu En greeted Xu Yajun with a smile.
He was an acquaintance of Xu Yajun’s father. She nodded at him with a light smile, “Uncle Xu, I’ll be staying for two days. I appreciate your help this ti.”
Xu En knew that Xu Yajun was calling him Uncle Xu in honor of his father, and even though Xu Yajun was polite, Xu En didn’t dare to truly consider himself her uncle.
“This is my future wife, Ji Mulan,” he then introduced to Xu Yajun.
Xu Yajun wasn’t interested in who Xu En’s wife was, but upon hearing she had the surna “Ji,” she turned to look at Ji Mulan.
She instinctively rembered that phrase “Uncle Ji” Chief Chen had just ntioned.
“Are you from Jiangjing originally?” Xu Yajun asked Ji Mulan, her deanor sowhat strict.
Xu En was surprised by Xu Yajun’s attitude, then laughed, “She’s not from Jiangjing; she’s from Xiangcheng. She ca over for a project and took the opportunity to see her father.”
Ji Mulan, listening to Xu En’s words, wore a smile that was impeccable.
But her heart was extrely uneasy.
She had already tried so hard to escape Xiangcheng, but everywhere she went, she couldn’t shed the shadow of Xiangcheng.
Sure enough, when Xu En ntioned Xiangcheng, Miss Xu’s smile faded a lot.
Xu Yajun no longer pried into the matter and got into the car.
In the car.
Xu En checked the rearview mirror, noticing Xu Yajun still holding the wooden box in a hug, not placing it on the seat; the box’s length suggested a scroll.
“Whose calligraphy is this?” Xu En had done his howork over the past couple of days, determined to keep the conversation going with Xu Yajun.
Upon hearing this, Xu Yajun was startled, then shook her head, “I got it from Mr. Ming. As for whose it is… it’s better for you not to know.”
Xu En was startled.
As soon as Xu Yajun ntioned Mr. Ming, he knew which “Ming” it was.
Only Ji Mulan, sitting in the front passenger seat, was silent; she didn’t understand most of what the two were talking about.
“The Lanting Award is about to begin. I thought Miss Xu would stay at the Traditional Calligraphers Association,” Xu En smoothly changed the subject, “I want to congratulate you in advance for winning the first place and top prize.”
Xu Yajun had shone brightly in the CCPT Level 9 exam at eighteen and was invited to join the Traditional Calligraphers Association. At twenty, she participated in her first Lanting Award and won the third prize.
This year was her second participation.
Everyone loves hearing sweet talk; Xu Yajun was not surprised. She gave a light laugh, her gaze drifting out the window, “The top prize is possible, but the first place should be Xie Jinyun’s; he has more wrist strength than I do. I guess a solid second place then.”
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