Jiang Shaoqing glanced at the old man's blank expression and shook his head slightly. He suspected he had encountered a simple-minded old man.
Never mind, he would go buy a carton of growth milk and strive to become a model youth in his mother's eyes.
Then he would go back and study chess with Xiao San.
By the time the old man snapped back to reality, Jiang Shaoqing had already walked away.
"Xiao Mu Jiu." The old man chased after him, feeling as though he was seeing the young Xiao Mu Jiu from his childhood.
The butler, seeing his anxious figure, also approached.
"Old Master, what is wrong?"
The old man looked at him and pointed in the direction Jiang Shaoqing had gone: "Old Hong, I just saw a child who looked so much like young Jiu."
Upon hearing this, Butler Hong felt that the old man was confused again.
"Old Master, it's getting late, let's go back."
"No, no, no, I need to find Xiao Mu Jiu." The old man was persistent, and Butler Hong could only patiently accompany him on a wild goose chase.
Jiang Nuan returned home to find the living room empty.
She sat tiredly on the sofa, recalling Mu Jiuchen's infuriating words after dinner.
The man's expression was languid, his lips curved slightly, his voice magnetic, but his words made her very angry: "Little girl, here's a chance to repay your debt. Come to my office tomorrow and be my assistant."
Jiang Nuan smiled and said, "I haven't studied economics, so this job doesn't seem to suit me."
Mu Jiuchen smiled playfully, "You're overthinking it. Your job is to pour me tea and water."
Jiang Nuan was furious at that moment, feeling that Mu Jiuchen was retaliating against her, but she had no proof.
Despite her anger, Jiang Nuan knew that business was important.
She opened the t-net and saw He Mingrun's reply.
[vicky, are you free tomorrow?]
vicky: [Yes.]
He Mingrun seemed to have been waiting for her message.
He replied almost instantly: [When, I'll pick you up.]
Jiang Nuan had also considered this matter. She had secured a day from Mu Jiuchen.
Once she got the money, they would be even.
vicky: [Come over tomorrow morning, send me the address.]
He Mingrun: [Okay!]
She put down her phone and went upstairs to bathe.
...
The He family's old mansion was located in a prime location in Jinshi, with beautiful surroundings, backing mountains and embracing water.
The European-style villa was opulent, and at night, its luxurious grandeur was breathtaking.
He Mingrun's room was on the second floor, decorated in a bright and simple white style.
He sat on a luxurious white sofa, wearing a silver robe that was loosely draped, revealing his sexy and charming abs. He lowered his head slightly, his fair, slender fingers tapping on his phone keyboard.
[Xiao Jiu, vicky is coming tomorrow.]
At this moment, in Mu Jiuchen's villa, the grey and white decor matched his aloof personality.
Mu Jiuchen sat casually on a light grey sofa, his long legs resting on the coffee table in front of him, exuding an unrestrained nobility. He was looking at financial reports.
The phone on the table lit up for a while. After finishing a page of his book, he put it aside and picked up his phone to check the message.
Seeing the content, his eyes deepened slightly. This vicky, many people were looking for her, and now she had appeared on her own. Why?
He replied: [Are you sure it's vicky.]
He Mingrun was a little taken aback by the message.
[Why would you ask that?]
Mu Jiuchen: [You're foolish, afraid you'll be deceived.]
He Mingrun: [Do you think everyone is like you?]
Mu Jiuchen felt that this sentence was a bit of a veiled accusation. What was wrong with him?
Mu Jiuchen calmly replied: [I'm working.]
Then he opened his phone to watch videos.
What he was watching was none other than the videos of Jiang Nuan acting sneakily.
For some reason, he enjoyed watching the little girl's lively expressions.