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In early May, Wen Di and Xiao Donghan set off for London.
He had specifically come to Beijing this time to pick her up and take her to see the manor.
Upon arriving in London, Xiao Donghan first handled some work matters at Xiao Ning Group. They returned to the manor the day after.
The manor was in the distant suburbs, a drive of several hours. Xiao Donghan arranged a car to take her for a scenic drive.
The weather was a bit chilly; Wen Di closed the car window after only opening it for a short while.
She asked, “Is Chairman Xiao at the manor?”
Xiao Donghan looked at the seemingly endless road. He and his grandfather were at loggerheads; there was no affection between them whatsoever.
“I’m not sure if he’s at the manor recently, nor do I care. I’m just taking you to see the manor. If you don’t want to see him, you don’t have to meet him.”
The manor covered a vast area. It had been expanded and renovated in the past two years. He had his own detached villa within the manor, with a private pool and recreation area, so he didn’t need to encounter any of them.
Wen Di happened not to want to see anyone from the Xiao family. Anyway, there was no talk of meeting parents for them.
She didn’t like Chairman Xiao; he was too ruthless, resorting to any means to suppress his own children.
Anyway, there were no good people in the Xiao family, including the one beside her.
Xiao Donghan glanced at her. “What are you thinking about?”
Wen Di smiled. “Complaining about you.”
“Complaining that I’m not a good person?”
“You’re not a ‘thing’; you’re a person.”
“I can’t beat you at word games.”
Xiao Donghan said, “How about you quiz me on famous quotes? I’ve memorized quite a few recently.”
“......”
Wen Di turned to look out the car window, an unconscious smile spreading across her face.
“Wen Di, turn your head this way.”
Wen Di didn’t listen; she refused to look at him.
The weather was unusually good today, with a vast, boundless sky that was so blue it touched one’s heart.
She opened the car window a crack again.
The scenery along the way was pleasant. They passed a small town—churches, buses, cafes, and leisurely people by the roadside—all receding from the car window.
Ahead, there was another coffee shop, and the car slowly stopped.
Wen Di turned, wanting to ask Xiao Donghan why he stopped here.
Xiao Donghan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over her. “I told you to look this way, but you wouldn’t.”
Wen Di smiled and said, “Aren’t I looking now?”
“Too late.” He held her head, gently nibbled her lips, and parted her teeth.
Though the day was clear, her vision was suddenly filled with darkness.
It seemed rosemary was wafting in through the car window.
Before she ran out of oxygen, Xiao Donghan’s kiss retreated. He demanded, “Kiss me, and I’ll buy you coffee.”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Then I’ll kiss you, and you go buy it for me.”
“......”
Xiao Donghan pressed another light kiss on her lips.
Wen Di said, “I don’t want to go buy it either.”
He negotiated with her, “Then recite a famous quote I haven’t heard before, and I’ll get out and buy it for you.”
Wen Di laughed but still recited, “A gentleman is broad-minded; a small man is always full of worries.”
Xiao Donghan knew this quote; it was within the range of famous quotes Secretary Lu had compiled for him. He strongly agreed with her. “I handle things like a broad-minded person.”
Wen Di pushed his face away. “Have some shame.”
Xiao Donghan chuckled and got out to buy her coffee.
Wen Di slid the entire car window down, propped her chin on her hand, and watched Xiao Donghan walk into the small coffee shop across the street.
She inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing.
The car that had been following them the whole way also stopped by the roadside not far behind. She had previously thought they were just traveling the same route, but now it was too much of a coincidence.
She quickly messaged Xiao Donghan: [There’s a car following us.]
Xiao Donghan: [Only just noticed?]
[I noticed that car earlier, but only now realized it’s unusual.]
Xiao Donghan: [It’s my people.]
Wen Di looked up, seeing through the front windshield that the car responsible for his safety was stopped ahead, and had been in front the whole way.
Xiao Donghan explained: [I don’t like being rear-ended, especially after you rear-ended me, it left some lingering effects.]
Wen Di chuckled and exited the chat.
It was fine as long as they were his people; she didn’t need to worry anymore.
Inside the coffee shop, Xiao Donghan waited for the owner to grind his coffee. He turned his head to look at the car behind them through the window, squinting at its license plate.
He had just lied to Wen Di; they weren’t his people at all.
Secretary Lu in the car ahead also noticed the anomaly. [Boss, you go first, we’ll follow.]
Xiao Donghan: [No need, I know who it is.]
He found Xiao Zhengtao’s number and dialed it directly.
The other party answered quickly.
Xiao Donghan questioned in Chinese, “Are you very idle this early in the morning?”
Xiao Zhengtao understood Chinese and could speak it himself, but his accent was too heavy. He couldn’t argue with Xiao Donghan, so he replied in English, “Not as busy as you are. I’m playing golf at Father’s course.”
“Sending a car to brazenly follow me, what do you want?”
“To protect you. You’re often rear-ended; that’s not good.”
“If you want to scare Wen Di, you have to see if I’m willing. Tell your people to go back.” Xiao Donghan hung up the phone.
The coffee was ready. He asked the owner, “How much?”
The owner didn’t understand.
Xiao Donghan switched to English, then paid and left.
Wen Di was leaning out the car window, smiling and waving at him.
Xiao Donghan walked towards her. He subtly glanced behind him; the car was turning around.
He handed the coffee to Wen Di through the car window, leaned in, turning his face towards her.
Wen Di poked her head out of the car and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for the coffee.”
Xiao Donghan walked around the front of the car to the driver’s seat. He deliberately looked in the rearview mirror again; the car was gone, only its tail could be seen.
He started the car.
Endless road, fragrant coffee, her favorite jazz music, and someone to drive for her. Wen Di found the joy of traveling again.
She had expected the hours-long car ride to be boring, but Wen Di hadn’t even seen enough of the scenery along the way before the car entered the manor. The entire estate was enveloped in greenery, somewhat different from what she had imagined.
Classical and elegant, it greeted them.
This manor was larger than an entire villa area in Jiangcheng.
The car arrived directly at Xiao Donghan’s villa. The car door opened, and Wen Di froze on the spot.
The path leading to the villa hall was covered in rose petals, a thick layer, at least half a meter deep.
Xiao Donghan motioned to her, “Put your foot over, I’ll take off your shoe.”
Wen Di snapped back. “How far do the petals go?”
“To the sofa in the living room.”
“How many roses would that take?”
“Didn’t count.”
“......”
Xiao Donghan stood beside the path of rose petals, trying his best to avoid stepping on them. He held the car door, bent down, took one of her feet, and removed her shoe. “The other one.”
“I’ll take it off myself.” She took off her other high heel.
Xiao Donghan said, “A path of flowers and applause for Scriptwriter Wen. You worked hard on the script. As for applause, if you need it, I’ll clap twice for you.”
Wen Di was touched, yet also found it amusingly absurd. “‘A path of flowers’ isn’t understood that way; it doesn’t mean paving a road with petals.”
Xiao Donghan: “I’m willing to give you that understanding.”
Wen Di reached out. He understood what she meant and leaned towards her. She hugged him tightly.
Xiao Donghan urged her, “Get out and walk while there’s no wind. The servants spent all morning picking petals.”
Wen Di walked barefoot on the rose petals. Her foot sank in and didn’t touch the carpet underneath; it was soft and cool, enveloped in a faint fragrance.
She was also surrounded by love.
She reached the villa living room and heard Xiao Donghan instructing the servants not to bother with the petals anymore, letting them blow wherever they may, and not to clean them until they withered.
Wen Di went upstairs and changed into casual clothes, asking Xiao Donghan to play golf with her. There was a golf course in their own manor, which was a luxury. She wanted to see it.
Xiao Donghan also changed his clothes, wearing a couple’s outfit matching hers.
It was his first time wearing couple’s clothing, and he felt very unaccustomed to it.
He held Wen Di’s hand and walked along the river.
There were rose petals along the riverbank, blown there by the wind.
Wen Di admired the scenery of the manor. “It must be beautiful in autumn, right?”
“I don’t know.” Xiao Donghan said, “I haven’t paid attention.” He rarely came to the manor.
Whenever there was a gathering at the Xiao family, it was always tense. Who would be in the mood to appreciate the scenery?
“I’ll bring you here again in autumn.”
Wen Di saw someone on the golf course. She tugged at his pinky finger, gesturing for him to look.
It was Xiao Zhengtao, who had been there since morning. Rather than playing golf, he seemed to be waiting for him.
“Chairman Xiao’s youngest son.”
He didn’t address him as uncle.
Wen Di nodded. So this was Xiao Zhengtao, the person Qu Pei’s son had cautioned her about.
The Xiao family members were all good-looking. Xiao Zhengtao, nearing fifty, still had the handsome features of his youth: a high nose bridge, a smiling face, and cold eyes.
At that moment, he put down his golf club, handed it to the caddy, and casually took a glass of red wine from a servant’s tray.
Seeing them, he showed no surprise.
“Miss Wen, pleased to meet you.”
Wen Di nodded slightly. “Heard much about you.”
Xiao Donghan released her hand. “I’ll go pick out a club for you.”
Wen Di didn’t follow him. Having been a screenwriter for so long, she seemed to instinctively know if someone wanted to speak to her. She dismissed the accompanying staff and sat down on a chair next to Xiao Zhengtao.
A servant offered her a glass of red wine.
“Thank you.” Wen Di took it, twirling the glass with her fingertips.
“Does Miss Wen know about my brother’s family?”
“Are you referring to the car accident involving Xiao Donghan’s mother?”
She cut straight to the chase, tearing through the veil of pretense between her and Xiao Zhengtao.
Xiao Zhengtao’s hand tightened around the wine glass, his expression unchanged. “It seems you know.”
Wen Di turned her face to him. “More than just knowing.”
She smiled. “I know quite well.”
Since she dared to come to the manor, she had prepared herself mentally.
She had learned a little about Xiao Donghan’s parents from Shen Tang.
Xiao Donghan’s father was the eldest son of old Mr. Xiao, with a kind personality, an anomaly among the Xiao family. Xiao Dongkai inherited his father’s temperament.
Over ten years ago, Xiao Donghan’s father was driving his wife on an outing when they were involved in a car accident. The impact wasn’t fatal but left his wife permanently disabled.
At the time, Xiao Ning Group was at its peak, and some speculated it was the work of competitors, but despite extensive investigation, no clues were found.
After that, Xiao Donghan’s father resigned from all positions in Xiao Ning Group, moved away from the center of power, and settled in another country with his wife. He also did not want his two sons to get involved in group affairs.
Xiao Dongkai was not interested in the company anyway and partnered with others to open a law firm.
But Xiao Donghan ignored the advice and plunged into this whirlpool of interests.
The internal structure of the Xiao family was extremely complex. Old Mr. Xiao had two sons and three nephews, all involved in Xiao Ning, and none of them were easy to deal with.
Xiao Donghan was even more ruthless than the others, which allowed him to gain a firm foothold in the group.
“Is there anything else you need to educate me on?” Wen Di swirled her red wine, the glass faintly reflecting the lush greenery of the manor.
Xiao Zhengtao: “A smart and perceptive girl like you shouldn’t get involved.”
“Please mind your words. It’s not me getting involved; it’s you who insists on thinking I’m involved. You think that after I’m with Xiao Donghan, Shen Tang, as my best friend, might completely reconcile with Xiao Donghan and help him gain control of the company, thus affecting your dream of being chairman of the board.”
“......”
Xiao Zhengtao chuckled softly.
Wen Di made him face reality. “Shen Tang is merely balancing Xiao Donghan, preventing him from going to extremes, not deliberately suppressing him. You need to distinguish that. In fact, everyone knows that control of the company will be his sooner or later. Of course, unless old Mr. Xiao lives to be 150, and outlives Xiao Donghan until he’s seventy or eighty, Xiao Donghan might give up the idea of controlling Xiao Ning Group.”
She then changed her tone. “But it’s not certain. With Xiao Donghan’s competitive spirit, he might even attend board elections in a wheelchair. But you definitely won’t see that scene. You’d be over a hundred by then, wouldn’t you? With your mindset, you probably won’t live long.”
Xiao Zhengtao sipped his red wine, his face tense.
The wind blew, and Wen Di seemed to smell rosemary again, likely grown in the manor.
She swirled the red wine in her hand and sniffed it. It was mediocre; she didn’t bring it to her lips.
“Miss Wen, reality isn’t a script you write. A script is a fairy tale where the protagonists always have a good ending. Reality isn’t like that.”
He asked her if she had noticed the car behind them on the way there.
Wen Di turned her face, unafraid of his threat. “Your car?”
She complimented him. “Nice color. I like that color of sports car too.”
Xiao Zhengtao: “......”
A punch landing on cotton, bouncing back and hitting his own chest.
Wen Di returned to the point. “You don’t need to use the car accident of Xiao Donghan’s mother to hint at anything to me, nor do you need to threaten me. People can choke to death while eating, so should I just stop eating?”
Xiao Zhengtao raised his wine glass, tilted it slightly as if to clink, and drank it all in one gulp.
With words spoken to this extent, there was no need for further discussion.
He said, “Take care of yourself.”
Wen Di smiled faintly. “You too.”
Xiao Donghan came over with a golf club. “Still not done talking?”
“Not yet.” Wen Di said, “Your uncle is very interested in the fate of the villain in my script. I was just about to tell him.”
Xiao Donghan: “What’s the fate?”
Wen Di didn’t say the fate but instead said, “I think we can make the fate even more tragic.”
Xiao Donghan handed her the golf club. “You go first.”
He stayed behind. Once she was far enough away, he warned Xiao Zhengtao, word for word, “If you think you’ve lived long enough, you can try laying a hand on her.”
Wen Di waited for him ahead.
Xiao Donghan caught up. “Did he threaten you?”
“I’m not afraid.”
Wen Di grabbed his hand. “That car accident over ten years ago, was he involved?”
“Not him. It was other people from the Xiao family, and I’ve already dealt with them. He’s just trying to scare you into backing off yourself, saving him the trouble of making a big move.”
On the way to the manor today, there was a car following them. For a girl with weaker psychological resilience, who also knew what kind of people the Xiao family were, Xiao Zhengtao’s intimidation would have been too much to bear.
Xiao Donghan hugged her. “Really not afraid?”
Wen Di shook her head. “I’m not even afraid of you, so why would I be afraid of others?” Xiao Donghan smiled. “Let’s not talk about him. Let’s play.”
They played at the manor all afternoon. Aside from the unpleasant interlude with Xiao Zhengtao, the immersive experience at the manor was good.
Wen Di’s jet lag hadn’t adjusted yet. As soon as it got dark, she started feeling sleepy.
After showering and drinking some red wine, she felt even sleepier, her eyelids fighting to stay open.
Xiao Donghan was in the study. She went to find him.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Then you go to sleep first.”
“If I sleep now, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night. What will I do in the latter half of the night?”
Xiao Donghan was working on emails. He looked up; she was leaning against the doorframe, with no intention of coming in. He extended a hand. “Come here.”
“Am I disturbing your work?”
“No impact.”
Wen Di leaned against his chair, looking at the books on his bookshelf.
She looked around; there were no books that interested her.
She caught sight of a stack of airline tickets on the corner of his desk and reached out to pick them up.
They were all tickets from London to Shanghai, from January to May.
She counted them: seventeen in total.
He had visited her in Jiangcheng seventeen times.
She had her back to him. Xiao Donghan didn’t know what she was doing. “What are you looking at?”
“Airline tickets. Why do you still keep them?”
“As a souvenir. I kept all the ones where you picked me up.”
“Make a copy for me. I’ll keep them too.”
“Take a picture.”
“Paper ones have more sentimental value.”
Xiao Donghan said, “After I’m done, I’ll print them in color for you.”
He lifted the armrest of his chair, wrapped his arm around her waist, and had her sit on his lap. His other hand held the mouse, not affecting his email viewing.
When replying, he typed with one hand.
Wen Di yawned twice in a row. It must be around 3 AM in China right now.
She put down the tickets, her eyes unable to stay open.
Xiao Donghan patted her shoulder. “Sleep.”
Wen Di buried her face in his neck and closed her eyes.
After finishing all his emails, Xiao Donghan took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, then looked down at the person in his arms. She was already asleep.
He reached back and pulled his trench coat from the chair’s back, covering her with it.
Secretary Lu messaged him: [I’ve arranged people to follow Xiao Zhengtao.]
Xiao Donghan: [That’s secondary. Keep a close eye on his private financial movements. If he shows any signs of targeting the Wen family, don’t be polite with him.]
Secretary Lu acknowledged, then asked: [For tomorrow, what attractions should be arranged for Miss Wen?]
Xiao Donghan: [No rush. I’ll accompany her to explore when I’m not busy. She’s staying here for a month.]
________________________________________
In May, the Sophora flowers bloomed.
The wind was strong, scattering tiny white Sophora flowers onto car hoods.
Yan Heyu emerged from a used bookstore. The owner saw him to the door, but he told the owner not to bother.
The owner smiled, “Haven’t seen you in a while, so I’ll see you a couple more steps.”
Yan Heyu hadn’t visited the bookstore to browse for books in nearly half a year. When he had free time, he had to fly to Jiangcheng, leaving no time to visit. After finishing the books he had previously bought, he had a day off today, so he came to look around.
“Where’s your car?” the owner asked, not seeing his vehicle.
Yan Heyu pointed to the alley entrance. “Parked over there. Didn’t let the driver come.”
He had driven himself today in his new sports car, the one Fu Yanzhou had wanted to win that night.
Before he reached the sports car, his phone rang.
A number he hadn’t contacted in a very long time.
Yan Heyu answered, “Mr. Yin, what can I do for you?”
“I wouldn’t dare give orders, that would be too much.” Mr. Yin had interacted with Yan Heyu many times and knew he didn’t like beating around the bush. He spoke directly, “I’d like to ask for a favor.”
“Don’t be polite with me.” No matter how long he hadn’t contacted Mr. Yin, if he called, Yan Heyu never refused a small favor that was easily done.
Mr. Yin was Wen Di’s mentor, the first to recognize the potential in her script back then, investing heavily in its production, which made Wen Di’s first work an instant hit.
He had first met Wen Di at one of Mr. Yin’s dinner parties.
Yan Heyu got into his car, placing the book on the passenger seat. “Tell me.”
Mr. Yin had plans to build a branch factory in Jiangnan. He had surveyed several cities, and currently, the Jiangcheng park offered the most support and preferential policies.
He was interested in setting up in the park but still wanted to maintain some decorum and not appear too eager.
Yan Heyu understood. Mr. Yin wanted him to act as a go-between, to have the other party extend an olive branch, thereby gaining a bit of initiative.
It was like two parties in an ambiguous relationship, both wanting the other to break the ice first.
“No problem. You won’t have to worry about missing a mahjong player in Jiangcheng anymore.”
Mr. Yin chuckled. After thanking him, he asked, “When are you free? I’ll arrange the dinner.”
Yan Heyu was busy this week. “Next Saturday evening.”
Cutting the call, Yan Heyu started the car. As he looked at the front windshield, he suddenly froze.
Several tiny Sophora flowers had fallen on the glass.
As the car started moving, the Sophora flowers disappeared, having fallen somewhere.
________________________________________
He had originally thought he could spend the day reading a book at home, but Kang Bo called him to say that Wen Qizhen’s company’s research and development funding chain had run into problems and hadn’t been resolved even after two weeks.
“Didn’t Yuantu Capital give their company a Series B investment?”
Yuantu was very reliable in the industry. He had also obtained the film rights for The World Pales in Comparison to You through Yuantu Capital.
Yuantu kept all its major clients’ information confidential; no one could trace it, which was why Guan Xiangmu couldn’t find the source of the funds.
In March, he learned that Wen Qizhen’s company was seeking funding. He wanted to invest in them, but then heard they had already secured Yuantu funding and had even signed an exclusivity agreement.
Once an exclusivity agreement was signed, his funds couldn’t enter.
He asked Assistant Kang, “What exactly is the situation?”
Kang Bo wasn’t very clear and couldn’t find out more. “It seems the investor is trying to leverage Wen Qizhen, wanting the patent rights to the research.”
Yan Heyu had always thought it was Guan Xiangmu who helped Wen Qizhen resolve the R&D funding issues through Yuantu. Now, it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“I’ll call you back.”
He hung up on Assistant Kang and dialed Guan Xiangmu’s number, confirming with Guan Xiangmu whether he had invested in Wen Qizhen’s company.
“Not me. If I had, I wouldn’t have kept it from you. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t tell me half a story.”
“Her company ran into some problems.”
Yan Heyu already knew who it was. He didn’t have time to chat more with Guan Xiangmu and immediately instructed Assistant Kang: “Find Xiao Zhengtao’s weakness and hit him where it hurts, make his money disappear without a trace.”
Assistant Kang was astonished: “...It’s him?”
“I don’t know.”
“......Is that appropriate?” The boss usually only struck accurately with evidence.
Yan Heyu: “There’s nothing inappropriate.”
A week later, Xiao Zhengtao found Yan Heyu. He never expected to stumble so badly at Yan Heyu’s hands.
Yan Heyu had just finished a meeting and was going to Mr. Yin’s dinner party that evening. He closed his computer, grabbed his suit jacket, and left the office.
Just as he reached the elevator lobby, his phone rang; an unfamiliar overseas number.
He had calculated that Xiao Zhengtao would contact him within these two days.
“I don’t recall any grievances between us,” was Xiao Zhengtao’s opening line.
Yan Heyu didn’t get into the funding chain issue of Wen Qizhen’s company with him; even if he did, Xiao Zhengtao wouldn’t necessarily admit it.
“You’re a member of the Xiao family; that’s already a grievance.”
“......” Xiao Zhengtao sneered. “Xiao Donghan and Wen Di broke up; you should be happy.”
Yan Heyu: “If I wanted to use such methods to break them up, they wouldn’t have reached this point.”
Before hanging up, he warned Xiao Zhengtao, “How you and Xiao Donghan fight is your Xiao family’s business. Don’t extend your hand to Jiangcheng.”
Cutting the call, he blacklisted Xiao Zhengtao’s number.
Mr. Yin’s dinner party was set at a Changqing-affiliated restaurant, not far from Jingyue Tower, about a fifteen-minute drive.
Whenever he entertained at Changqing, he always used the private elevator.
The private room was on the eighth floor. He took the elevator up from the underground parking. Previously, it would go straight up, but this time, the elevator stopped on the first floor.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and the hotel manager smiled at Wen Di, “Miss Wen, please.”
Wen Di thanked her. The next second, when she clearly saw the person in the elevator, she paused but ultimately stepped in. If she had backed out then, the manager would surely have thought more of it.
The doors closed, and the confined space held only the two of them.
Before they broke up, on Director Ruan’s birthday that year, Yan Heyu had someone send her a bottle of cool boiled water. When the dinner party dispersed, he also had the manager take her down in the private elevator.
Just now in the hotel lobby, the manager recognized her and greeted her.
There was a wedding banquet at the hotel tonight, and too many people were using the elevators. It was unclear when she would get a turn, so the manager said she happened to have the manager’s elevator card.
Thus, the manager brought her to take the private elevator. Who would have thought he’d be in the elevator?
Wen Di glanced at the elevator buttons; she was also going to the eighth floor.
Yan Heyu spoke first: “Have you been in Beijing all this time?”
“No.” She didn’t elaborate.
She had just returned from London today. Earlier, Mr. Yin had invited her to dinner, saying he planned to expand to Jiangcheng in the future and asked her to take good care of him. It was a joke, but Mr. Yin genuinely wanted to foster good relations with the Wen family and gain more friends in Jiangcheng.
She rarely contacted Mr. Yin, but she always remembered his kindness from giving her a chance back then. When Mr. Yin called her for dinner, she was in London. After returning that afternoon, she called him back to invite him.
Mr. Yin said there was a gathering tonight and invited her to come along.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. Yan Heyu held the door open for her to exit first.
Yan Heyu followed. He remarked, “The Sophora flower season is over. If you had come last week, it would have been perfect.”
Wen Di: “I stopped celebrating a long time ago.”
She used to celebrate the Sophora flowers because after they bloomed, his birthday wasn’t far off.
Now, she only diligently remembered Xiao Donghan’s birthday; other things no longer mattered to her.
They walked towards the same private room. Yan Heyu realized she was also attending Mr. Yin’s dinner. He was afraid she would misunderstand and explained, “I didn’t ask Mr. Yin to invite you. He doesn’t know about our relationship either.”
Wen Di didn’t misunderstand him because she had been the one to call Mr. Yin.
Upon arriving at the private room, Mr. Yin rose to greet both of them.
Mr. Yin had long forgotten who was who at the dinner party six years ago, as he had dinner parties every day. Moreover, there was nothing special about the people or events at that particular dinner that left an impression on his mind.
Probably only Wen Di at the time could clearly remember every person, every word, every dish, and even the after-meal fruits from that dinner party.
Mr. Yin, seeing them arrive together, casually asked, “Do you know Mr. Yan?”
Wen Di said, “Not really, I’ve seen him before.”
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