“That little girl is quite pretty.” It was Jian Xue’s first time seeing Chi Jiao. She felt that Chi Jiao had definitely inherited the Chi family’s excellent genes and was very good-looking.
Most importantly, Chi Jiao had a spiritual aura that the girls in the city lacked.
It was probably because she had grown up in the mountains and was not polluted by the hustle and bustle of the city. That was why she could have such a clean and quick-witted presence.
“What’s the use of good looks?” Zhu Limin smiled, her eyes laced with disdain.
“This is an era where looks matter.” Sometimes, Jian Xue just couldn’t stand Zhu Limin’s arrogant attitude.
Moreover, she seemed to have forgotten that she had relied on her looks to enter the Chi family.
“Our Yanyan isn’t bad, either,” said Zhu Limin with a smile. “Recently, Yanyan has developed a few Chinese medicine masks during her free time. They’re very good for the skin. Do you want to try them?”
Jian Xue’s eyes lit up when she heard this. “Yanyan is amazing! I’ve coincidentally used up all the facial masks she gave me the last time. Everyone says that my skin is much better now!”
Seeing how Jian Xue’s attitude had changed so quickly, Zhu Limin straightened her back a little. “Then, I’ll send more to you tomorrow. I can’t finish the ones that I have.”
“You’re so lucky to have Yanyan,” Jian Xue said from the bottom of her heart. She really couldn’t understand how someone like Zhu Limin could give birth to such a powerful daughter.
Zhu Limin smiled proudly. “Madam Lan said the same thing the last time. She really likes Yanyan.”
Jian Xue thought of Lan Yunhan’s mother, Madam Lan. She was an even more arrogant woman.
“Are Lan Yunhan and Chi Yan really together?” Jian Xue asked curiously. She had heard some rumors about Lan Yunhan and Chi Yan, but the people involved had never admitted it.
“Lan Yunhan is wooing our Yanyan, but she probably hasn’t agreed yet.” Zhu Limin looked at the wine glass in her hand and smiled mysteriously.
Their Yanyan was so outstanding, how could she stay in a place like White City?
The Lan family was indeed powerful in White City, but in Shang Jing, they were nothing.
…
The night breeze was a little chilly, and the back garden was tranquil.
Lan Yunhan stood in front of the flower bed before turning around to look at the young girl behind him.
Chi Jiao wore a pink fur coat, making her face look like a pink bun. Her aura was harmless and she was indescribably sweet, just like the strawberry cake Lan Yunhan had eaten previously.
Ever since she came out of the living room, she had been fiddling with her phone.
The black brick-like phone seemed out of place in her fair and tender hands.
In Lan Yunhan’s eyes, this was very rude.
Hence, the favorable impression he had gotten from her good looks was coincidentally canceled.
Chi Jiao didn’t care what Lan Yunhan thought of her. She was currently texting Quan Jue.
[Brother, this is Jiaojiao. This is my phone number, so you can save it. Where are you?]
At this moment, Quan Jue, who had been hanging out in a bar, felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took it out and glanced at it, and his dark brows couldn’t help but furrow.
Then, he ignored the message and put his phone back into his pocket before picking up the glass of alcohol on the countertop.
Chi Jiao wasn’t discouraged and typed another message.
[Today is Grandpa’s birthday. Why didn’t you come? (*^ ▽ ^*)]
She remembered that Quan Jue had gotten along well with her grandfather. He should have come on such an occasion.
The phone in Quan Jue’s pocket vibrated again. Quan Jue ruffled his hair in frustration before taking out his phone once more.
[Leave me alone.]
