“Your uncle?” Bai Lian was somewhat surprised. Ning Xiao nodded. Bai Lian remembered that person surnamed Wang. This was the first time she’d heard Ning Xiao mention his uncle. Ning Xiao was inherently detached, barely speaking even to Grandma Wang. When Bai Lian last visited Ning Xiao’s home, Grandma Wang had been very emotional. “That’s…

When Xu Nanjing spoke, Bai Lian would just nod. Though her reactions were minimal, she still responded. “You’re in your final year, almost done,” Xu Nanjing smiled and said to Bai Lian, “But I really envy you all.” “Envy?” Bai Lian casually picked up a building block and handed it to Jiang He, expressing surprise…

Bai Lian had warned about Wang Youfeng’s grandmother’s illness during New Year. Ning Xiao had also been spending less time doing homework lately. She looked at this message, paused, rested her elbow on the counter, and started thinking about Wang Youfeng’s problem. “Well,” Xu Nanjing leaned against the wooden counter, thinking briefly, “…like having another…

After sending the message, Gao Yan waited patiently for a reply. The guzheng circle in Jiangjing was very influential. While Jian Zhongyou’s influence wasn’t as great as the Jiangjing University president’s, he had earned considerable respect. It was difficult to meet him in Jiangjing. Even the Chen family members who hadn’t studied guzheng found it…

Bai Lian looked down at her phone. No drivers were accepting her ride request. She gripped her phone, rested her hand on the car window, and lowered her head. The night wind tousled her bangs as she asked Xu Nanjing, who looked surprised: “Are you busy right now?” Her downcast eyes held coldness. Xu Nanjing…

Xiao Jie thought for a moment, recalling everything he had just seen. Then he hesitated before speaking: “I don’t know what she was doing.” Those neatly written numbers – he recognized each one individually, but put together, he couldn’t understand any of them. He saw that Bai Lian was wearing a middle school uniform, so…

Before Xu Nanjing could react, Ming Dongheng beside him put down what he was holding and started walking outside. This meant… Had Jiang Fuli and the others returned? Xu Nanjing sat up straight, ignoring the frequent messages in the Jiangjing small WeChat group, staring intently at the doorway, wanting to see which young lady could…

The elderly man looked much older than Ji Heng. He had graying hair and wore a black hat. He seemed to have just arrived in Xiangcheng, still holding a thick coat in his hands. Ji Heng squinted at the old man’s face, finally recognizing him from his somewhat blurry memories. “Butler Lou,” he said. Behind…

The dim lights cast only the swaying shadows of the phoenix tree from the neighboring courtyard onto the wall. Jiang Fuli slightly lowered his head, his voice carrying its usual coolness. A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, and at this hour, faint voices could occasionally be heard from the nearby courtyard. He gently pulled…

They separated. Jiang Fuli walked back with his phone. He wore a black coat, his whole demeanor cold and aloof. In the driver’s seat, since Jiang He was in the car, Ming Dongheng kept the engine running. When he saw the figure, he opened the back door and suddenly noticed something. Wait… Young Master Jiang…