Chapter 125: Suspecting That This Old Man Was the Reincarnation of Monk Tang Seng
“Uncle, Auntie.” Lan Yunhan walked quickly to Chi Mingwei and Zhu Limin with a polite smile on his face as he greeted them calmly.
Today’s hosts were the Lan family. On such an occasion, even if Chi Mingwei was dissatisfied with Lan Yunhan, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smiled faintly and nodded.
Zhu Limin, who didn’t want to anger Chi Mingwei, nodded with a smile as well.
“Yanyan.” Lan Yunhan’s gaze immediately landed on her, and he couldn’t help but praise her. “You’re very beautiful today.”
Chi Yan pretended to be embarrassed as she smiled. Then, she glanced at Chi Jiao from the corner of her eye smugly.
Chi Jiao wasn’t even listening to what they were saying. From the beginning to the end, her eyes never landed on Lan Yunhan, and her expression remained indifferent.
Lan Yunhan felt that it wasn’t good to ignore Chi Jiao, so his gaze landed on the young girl standing beside Chi Yan.
Lan Yunhan was instantly a little stunned.
The girl before him was wearing a lake-blue gown that revealed her shoulders. Her slightly curly long hair was tied in a braid that hung down her shoulders, and the braid was decorated with small diamond flowers.
Her aura was pure and filled with spiritual energy, like a white deer fairy that had fallen into the mortal world.
With some light makeup on her face, she no longer looked as innocent as before. Instead, she was bright and beautiful like the blazing sun.
She stood there quietly, but she glowed radiantly.
In comparison, Chi Yan no longer seemed so dazzling.
She even looked a little tacky.
Lan Yunhan’s eyes were filled with astonishment. When Chi Yan saw him staring at Chi Jiao fixedly, the jealousy in her heart burned like fire.
“Yunhan, let’s go in,” Chi Yan said, taking a step forward and holding his arm.
Only then did Lan Yunhan realize that he had been staring at Chi Jiao blankly. An unnatural expression flashed across his face. “Uncle, Auntie, Jiaojiao, come with us quickly. It’s cold outside.”
Chi Mingwei glanced at Chi Yan and Lan Yunhan’s intertwined arms and grunted softly. He then let go of Zhu Limin and held Chi Jiao’s hand instead. “Jiaojiao, follow Daddy in.”
With that, he pulled Chi Jiao into the hall.
The splendorous and majestic hall was very warm, and the guests were all dressed in gorgeous gowns. It was a lively scene filled with the clinking of wine glasses.
“Jiaojiao, have something to eat first.” Chi Mingwei had learned from Yan Zhengchen that Jiaojiao’s stomach was very weak. It was taboo to skip a meal. It was already past dinner time and Jiaojiao hadn’t eaten, which made him very worried.
Chi Jiao nodded absent-mindedly.
“Then, Daddy will go and meet some old friends with Auntie Zhu first. I’ll look for you later?” Chi Mingwei asked.
Chi Jiao nodded again.
On the other side, Na Yankun didn’t notice that Chi Jiao had already arrived. He only felt that Lan Guanlin was very noisy.
Lan Guanlin had been trying to get close to him the whole time, constantly finding things to talk about.
Na Yankun even suspected that this old man was the reincarnation of Monk Tang Seng [1. A Tang dynasty Buddhist monk]. Why was he so good at talking?
Na Yankun couldn’t help but interrupt his chatter as his head hurt from the noise. “Old Master, I’m going to the washroom.”
He had never been a good-tempered person and lacked any patience. He had to go to the washroom now to have a cigarette and calm down.
“You don’t know where it is, right? I’ll get Yunhan to accompany you,” Lan Guanlin said with a smile, not noticing Na Yankun’s impatience.
Na Yankun’s lips twitched. He stood up and said, “I can find it myself, there’s no need to trouble him.”
With that, he slipped away quickly as if the bottom of his shoes were oiled.