Chi Jiao had just thought of him when Chi Mingwei, who was currently eating instant noodles at home, suddenly sneezed.
It was the new year. The servants in the house had all gone home early for the holidays. Chi Mingwei was the only one left in the huge villa.
This made him feel the loneliness of an old man living in an empty nest.
Thinking that Jiaojiao should be having dinner with Quan Jue and her god grandparents right now, Chi Mingwei suddenly felt that the instant noodles tasted even sourer than a lemon.
On their side, Yan Zhengchen and Gong Lu were quite satisfied with Quan Jue’s respectful attitude toward their grandfather.
Therefore, they gave up on the idea of getting him drunk again.
Jiang Shen and Jiang Xiaoli sat beside Ou Zhenglin. Jiang Shen accompanied Ou Zhenglin as they ate and drank. Yan Zhengchen and Gong Lu would also interject from time to time.
Jiang Xiaoli did not have a chance to join in at all. As she ate, her eyes wandered back and forth between Yan Zhengchen, Gong Lu, and Quan Jue.
These three men were better looking than any man she had ever seen.
Furthermore, they did not look like people with simple backgrounds.
It was especially so for the young man opposite her. He was so handsome that he seemed to have walked out of a painting. He was her favorite ideal type.
“Jiaojiao, eat more.” Liu Ruhua was closer to Chi Jiao and gave her a piece of cola chicken wing.
“Grandma, try Brother Quan’s three shred vegetable soup. It’s super delicious.” Chi Jiao scooped a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her.
Quan Jue watched the interaction between the grandmother and granddaughter with a doting gaze, and his lips involuntarily curved into a faint smile.
Jiang Xiaoli’s eyes were fixed on Quan Jue. When she saw that his gaze was following Chi Jiao, her thin and shriveled lips curled in disdain.
It seemed like all men were the same. They liked little white flowers like Chi Jiao, who looked like she had no brains and no substance.
Talking to Liu Ruhua, Chi Jiao suddenly looked towards Jiang Xiaoli.
She happened to see her staring at Quan Jue in a daze.
“Grandma, why is Hong Zai missing?” Chi Jiao suddenly raised her voice and asked.
Instantly, everyone’s eyes landed on her.
“What’s Hong Zai?” Jiang Shen asked curiously.
Chi Jiao sensed that Quan Jue was also looking at her in confusion. She turned to him and said, “Hong Zai is a medicinal flower I raised. I don’t know if you’ve seen it before. It’s in the garden in the courtyard. The most beautiful big red flower there is Hong Zai.”
Quan Jue nodded.
Sitting beside Jiang Shen, Jiang Xiaoli’s expression instantly changed.
“It’s gone?” Liu Ruhua looked confused. “I just watered it this morning. Why would it suddenly disappear?”
“I only realized Hong Zai was gone before dinner. It looked like someone had taken it,” Chi Jiao said slowly, her dark eyes looking at Jiang Xiaoli.
Jiang Xiaoli was already feeling a little guilty. When she saw Chi Jiao’s sharp gaze, she couldn’t help but panic.
Chi Jiao observed her expression and saw the flash of panic in her eyes.
Ou Zhenglin’s expression was solemn as he looked at Jiang Xiaoli as well.
Hong Zai was very important to Jiaojiao. It was her painstaking hard work. He, his wife, Yan Zhengchen, and Gong Lu all knew about it.
Therefore, they wouldn’t touch it.
Although Quan Jue was also an outsider, he was brought back by Jiaojiao. Ou Zhenglin believed in his character and felt that he wouldn’t pick flowers.
Jiang Shen had always been with Ou Zhenglin, so he had no time to pick it as well.
Then, among everyone present, only Jiang Xiaoli was the suspect.
