Chapter 109: The Day of the Tender Meeting

Jiang Lai took a sip of juice and said, "One meal."

Ke Zhongyu asked further, "Anything else?"

Jiang Lai was left speechless.

She couldn't have it be that every time it's her who treats people to a meal.

She couldn't think of anything, so she asked, "What does Ke want?"

Ke Zhongyu withdrew his gaze, "Later."

Jiang Lai also withdrew her gaze, continued eating, watched Ke Zhongyu raise his juice and toast the three elders once, said little, only a single "I salute you."

In short, it really didn't match Ke Zhongyu's cold, ruthless character.

But thinking that the understanding, gentle Ms. Nian is his mother, it didn't seem strange anymore.

After dinner, Xiao Qian and Butler Deng began clearing the table, Professor Cheng also intended to help wash the dishes before leaving; they couldn't finish eating and walk away, leaving a heap of chores for the children.

Shen Xun can part with it; they cannot.

Jiang Lai said, "You don't need to wash."

Ke Zhongyu: "There's a dishwasher."

Their voices followed each other, sounding a bit like a husband-and-wife duet.

Professor Cheng asked his wife, "Did you buy it?"

Jiang Li shook her head, "I've never even lived there."

This is just one of her dowries.

She has always lived with her husband and children in a state-assigned house; although it doesn't match a large villa, she finds the days warm and happy.

However, this thing depends on destiny; if destiny is favorable, it's like her and Professor Cheng, life is harmonious.

If destiny is bad, it's a "phoenix man" hitting a dead end.

If others ask her whether she should marry down, she doesn't advise it; marrying down is a gamble, and losing means the family is shattered and lives destroyed.

Not everyone is Professor Cheng, and not everyone is her.

Jiang Li said, "Jiang Lai bought it herself, knowing to get a dishwasher, not bad."

Her gaze was admiring.

Jiang Lai felt a bit embarrassed, "I didn't buy it; Ke bought it."

"Young Master Ke?" Jiang Li's gaze shifted between the two, smiled, said nothing more.

Everyone cleared the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher; Xiao Qian wiped the table clean, then everyone left.

Butler Deng and Professor Cheng first went to the underground garage to drive the car out.

Jiang Lai escorted them to the car one by one.

"Teacher's wife, Uncle Deng, tell me when you get home."

"Jiang Lai, you rest well tonight." Wang Ruohua tugged Jiang Lai's hand, a layer of mist rose again in her eyes, because she still had a sentence she couldn't say in front of Ke Zhongyu.

That was: Tomorrow, take good care of Old Cui; the Self-developed Chip Project can finally be successfully announced externally!

Jiang Lai understood the Teacher's wife's meaning, her gaze became fiery: "I know, Teacher's wife."

Butler Deng said, "Miss Jiang Lai, there's something in the bag you can use tomorrow; remember to open it and look."

"Thank you, Uncle Deng."

After speaking, Wang Ruohua signaled that Butler Deng could drive now.

Jiang Lai again escorted Professor Cheng's wife and Xiao Qian to the car.

Jiang Li gave Jiang Lai a hug, teasing, "Looks like my house will appreciate."

All along, houses that have housed top scholars are eagerly rented; her house hosted a research mogul, shouldn't it appreciate?

Jiang Lai smiled helplessly, "Professor Cheng's wife, your house is a villa, the location is good, it's already priceless."

"Sweet talk." Jiang Li smiled as she got into the car.

Xiao Qian perched on the rear window, waved, saying, "Senior sister, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow." Jiang Lai waved, seeing off the two cars.

She turned, "Ke, I'll see you back."

"Too cold." Ke Zhongyu declined.

Not that he doesn't want to, but the weather is too cold.

In less than a minute, Ke Zhongyu's car stopped in front of them, the driver called out to her, "Miss Jiang."

He opened the car door.

Ke Zhongyu sat down, after the door closed, he pressed the window down, his stern face turned toward Jiang Lai.

"Anything I want, you agree?"

He mentioned the two remaining favors.

Jiang Lai shook her head without hesitation; she couldn't make such a promise.

"I'll act within my limits."

"Whatever I want, you can do." Ke Zhongyu tossed out a line, the window slowly closed, the car drove into the night.

Jiang Lai returned home, and when she closed the door, she suddenly received a message.

Ke Zhongyu: "Rest well."

Four simple characters.

Jiang Lai stared for a moment; Ke Zhongyu must have guessed something, she replied: "Rest well."

Sitting on the sofa, she opened the bag placed before her, and it turned out to be a set of clothes and shoes, prepared for her tomorrow.

No need to think, it's obviously Butler Deng's intention; during the few days at Cui Zhai, Butler Deng was obsessed with booking beauty salons and hair salons for her, as well as contacting a clothing store to come, find a model with her same figure, have her walk the runway in the clothes for her to choose.

She refused several times.

But she didn't refuse Uncle Deng filling the wardrobe in Cui Zhai's room for her.

It's probably one of them as well.

The clothes are brown, and the shoes are a pair of black, thick‑heeled short boots.

Jiang Lai mentions taking things upstairs, showering, brushing her teeth, and applying the hand cream that Secretary Guan gave her.

She waits quietly for tomorrow's arrival.

……

Dawn is breaking.

Shen Xun has already gotten up, washed up, opened the wardrobe, and looked for the suit and tie he will wear today.

He suddenly senses something is off.

Usually his clothes are hung together, but today each piece is spaced apart.

The cramped wardrobe suddenly becomes spacious—what's going on?

He walks toward the other end of the wardrobe, where Jiang Lai hangs her clothes.

Dong dong.

The knocking sound interrupts his steps.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready." The nanny is knocking.

His father worries that the breakfast he eats outside might be unclean and affect today's important matters, so he had the nanny stay over last night.

"Got it." Shen Xun walks back to the bedside, picks up his clothes, puts them on, ties his tie, opens the door and steps out.

The dining table already has an assortment of breakfasts laid out, both Chinese and Western.

Shen Xun sits down, looks at the breakfast on the table, and symbolically takes a few bites.

During this period without Jiang Lai's breakfast, he has been very unaccustomed, always just coping with a few bites wherever he is.

The nanny, a bit nervous, "Young Master, you're only eating this little? Is it not to your taste?"

"It's not your problem; I'm more used to eating Jiang Lai's breakfast." Shen Xun gets up and leaves.

He will go to the company first, then from the company to the bidding building.

Star Universe Technology.

Assistant Qiao Chuan stands in the first‑floor lobby of the company waiting for him.

Shen Xun, puzzled, "Why are you here?"

Qiao Chuan: "President Shen, Young Master Fu has arrived and is sitting in your office."

Shen Xun's steps halt, and he turns to look at him.

"Who?"

The Fu family has only one Young Master, the eldest son of Chairman Fu, named Fu Youlin, twenty‑three this year.

He is the heir apparent of the Fu family, the future successor of the Fu lineage.

The heir apparent suddenly comes to Star Universe Technology, and today of all days—does Chairman Fu not trust him? Or does Chairman Fu intend for the heir to take over Star Universe?

Either way, it isn't good news for Shen Xun.

Shen Xun asks the assistant, "Did Young Master Fu say why he's here?"

"Young Master Fu didn't say," Qiao Chuan says, looking worried.

Shen Xun says as he walks, "It's fine."

He enters the office, and the little Young Master sitting in his chair immediately waves at him with a smiling face, "Brother Shen Xun, long time no see."

"Young Master Fu." Shen Xun walks over.

Fu Youlin stands up, dressed in casual clothes radiating youthful vigor, and smiles as he states his purpose, "My father said Star Universe has a big project bidding today, and wants me to stay by Brother Shen Xun's side to learn more in the future."

Shen Xun notices the word 'in the future,' his eyes flash, and with a smile he extends his hand, "Welcome, Young Master Fu."

The two briefly shake hands.

Fu Youlin asks, "When do we set off?"

Shen Xun smiles, "Immediately."