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Chapter 154: 128 Taking Wanwan to meet friends, Qi Duidui’s nightmare (2 updates)_2 Chapter 154: 128 Taking Wanwan to meet friends, Qi Duidui’s nightmare (2 updates)_2 **

After breakfast, Jiang Yanting decided to take Jiangjiang to his interest class, while Jiang Jinsang took Tang Wan to some famous sights in Beijing, planning to meet up for dinner later.

Stepping out and getting into the car, Tang Wan finally voiced the question on her mind, “Did you arrange to meet Mr. Qi in advance?”

“There’s no need to arrange things in advance to have dinner with him.”

“Do you really plan to tell your friends about us? Weren’t we originally…”

Fake!

“If I hadn’t taken you out today, given my grandma’s temperament, she would have dragged you around the entire courtyard, introducing you to every acquaintance we bumped into.”

“…”

Tang Wan fell silent, but thinking about the old lady’s level of enthusiasm, it did seem like something she would indeed do.

“Zeyan already knows you and is an acquaintance. Even if we were really together, he wouldn’t say anything to others; it wouldn’t affect you.”

“It’s not that, I don’t mind. I’m worried that it would affect your reputation if the news got out. If there’s someone you like and she finds out…”

Jiang Jinsang turned his head to look at her, “Who told you I have someone I like?”

“I was just making a hypothesis.” In reality, although they had known each other for some time and had even met each other’s parents, strictly speaking, Tang Wan didn’t really understand him that well.

At the very least, she was not familiar with his circle of friends. Beijing was a complicated place, where numerous influential families were entangled with one another. The Tang family might be recognized in Pingjiang, but in Beijing, they hardly counted for much.

Not to mention the number of socialites in Beijing; it was quite possible that Jiang Jinsang had someone he liked.

However, Jiang Jinsang looked at her seriously, “Wanwan––”

Hearing her name called, Tang Wan instinctively looked at him.

When their eyes met, he said softly, “I hardly know a few women. If I were to say who I’ve been closest to… it would be you. If I were to say who I might like, it could be…”

Only you left.

Jiang Jinsang didn’t finish his sentence, leaving a blank for Tang Wan to fill in.

Tang Wan wasn’t foolish; his implication was that he didn’t have someone he liked, and if there truly was someone, then it might be…

She turned her head to look out the window, perhaps because the sunlight today was too blinding, making it hard for her to open her eyes, and her heart began to thump violently.

Yet inexplicably, a sense of unspeakable joy sprouted from the depths of her heart.

**

When Qi Zeyan received Jiang Jinsang’s call, he was lying in bed recuperating, having received IV drips for several days, finally feeling a bit better.

“Hello––” His voice was hoarse and rough.

“Got a cold?” They had a good relationship, but even friends didn’t necessarily contact each other every day, especially as the year-end approached and everyone was busy. It was normal not to communicate for a week or even half a month.

“Yeah, been lying down for a few days.” Qi Zeyan said and then sneezed, “Why did you take the initiative to contact me?”

“I’m back in Beijing. Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“Holy shit, when did you get back!” Qi Zeyan excitedly jumped out of bed, “You’re back, so she’s…”

“Grandfather Tang is coming to Beijing for surgery, and they’re currently staying at our place.”

“You should have said so earlier! Darn it, I’m not even prepared…”

Jiang Jinsang raised an eyebrow, “She’ll be at dinner tonight too.”

“Jiang Jinsang, true brother, I appreciate this!”

“I’ll send you the time and place later.”

“Thanks, man. If things work out for us, I owe you one, and when you find someone you like and get married, I’ll definitely give you a fat red envelope!”

“I’ll remember that.”

“I never lie! A fat red envelope it is!”

After hanging up the phone, Qi Zeyan leaped up, energetically started to change his clothes and tidy himself up.

Someone knocked on the door, but he was too preoccupied to answer, “Door’s not locked, just come in.”

The elderly man who entered, glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed, then looked at the person who was fashionably fixing his hair with gel and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, “Going out?”

“I have plans with Jiang Xiaowu tonight.”

“It’s only ten in the morning and you have plans tonight, now you’re getting ready?” It’s not like he was going to see a girl.