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Chapter 132: 052 Mediocre little Lanlan, grandpa calls Xiaochen_1

Was she unaware of Bai Lian’s learning progress?

At first, Mu Lan personally supervised Bai Lian, the first student from the Bai Family to have a teacher storm off in frustration. During that time, Mu Lan nearly never left the house, fearing the sight of those people at the Bai family’s ancestral hall.

“She played at the school’s anniversary celebration,” Shaojun said, looking at Mu Lan’s incredulous expression, “You really didn’t know?”

Mu Lan stared at Shaojun for a long moment, then shook her head.

“There’s a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow,” Shaojun said, softening his tone, “Let’s just leave the matter of moving to Jiangjing as it is for now, let her study science. If necessary, she can switch back to humanities next year.”

Shaojun and Ji Heng were indifferent about these things.

Xu En started to feel surprised when he heard that Bai Lian could play the guzheng, as he was particularly sensitive to guzheng players, “Is she good at it? Only after one year?”

Mu Lan looked out the window, “Yes, I didn’t expect that after a year, she actually learned it.”

Really only one year?

Xu En didn’t know much about the guzheng, but he supposed that one couldn’t get very good after only a year.

Shaojun said she played well, perhaps he hadn’t heard many good performances.

Xu En felt a bit regretful, “If she had talent, she should have started earlier. She might have even joined the Chen Family…”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Saying more wouldn’t necessarily make the others understand.

When the three finished eating and went downstairs, Shaojun declined Xu En’s offer for a ride and took the bus home instead.

He also found time to call Bai Lian.

Xu En’s assistant came to pick them up.

“What? Mrs. Ji’s daughter doesn’t want to transfer here?” Xu’s assistant, who had come to help with transferring Bai Lian’s school registration and household registration, didn’t expect to hear this news from Xu En.

Utterly surprised.

Between Xiangcheng and Jiangjing, wouldn’t anyone know which to choose?

Xu En nodded at his assistant.

Shaojun was eloquent and cultured, but he lacked a bit in vision. Going to Jiangjing was an opportunity most people could never get.

He planned to marry Mu Lan during the New Year, and Bai Lian would be his adopted daughter.

To the Xu Family, raising one more person made no difference, and raising one fewer made no difference either.

He was marrying Mu Lan, not her daughter.

So whether her daughter stayed in Xiangcheng or went to Jiangjing made no difference to him.

Did he actually expect Mu Lan’s daughter to help him gain favor with the main family?

“Mu Lan,” Xu En sighed from the backseat, speaking to Mu Lan, “Your brother is right, sometimes you have to learn to accept the mediocrity of your children.”

The assistant listened to their conversation and roughly understood the situation.

If Xu En could nonchalantly use the word “mediocre” in front of Mu Lan, that must mean quite ordinary.

“President Xu,” the assistant waited for the two to finish before reporting, “I’ve confirmed it, Patriarch Chen is indeed in Xiangcheng.”

“Really?” Xu En sat up straight, “Then this matter is settled…”

Mu Lan listened quietly to their conversation. Even though she had spent some time in Jiangjing, she still wasn’t clear about the state of affairs there, and she had no idea who this Patriarch Chen was.

Just like how now, she didn’t understand why Xu En was so confident that Xiangcheng could develop.

She had previously thought the Bai Family in Beicheng was already at the peak of prosperity.

But the higher she climbed, the more she realized how limited her vision had been.

On Bai Lian’s side.

Ming Dongheng entered the kitchen to cook for Chi Yundai and was driven out with a cold face after about three minutes.

“He’s a lawyer,” Jiang Fulai surveyed the hall, his light eyes and thin lips emitting an air of detached coldness as he introduced with indifference, “He’s pretty good at cooking.”

After Ming Dongheng came out, he brewed tea for Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai. After smelling the tea leaves and feeling something was off, he glanced at the kitchen.

Then Ming Dongheng took a jab at Bai Lian, “Last month, during an economic case, he was in a rush because of a cake at home. He felt he had the upper hand, so he left ten minutes early.”

As a result, some funds were lost.

Jiang Xijue didn’t dare to confront Jiang Fulai but had someone else report back.

Jiang Fulai erupted in a rage, lashing out at everyone from top to bottom in the Jiang Family, suspended Chi Yundai from his job and ordered him to focus on making cakes in Xiangcheng.

Ming Dongheng placed the tea cups in front of Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai.

When he turned around, he was startled by Jiang He staring at him, poker-faced.

Ming Dongheng jumped, “Young Master, you’re so quiet, I wouldn’t see you if I didn’t bend down.”

Jiang He was too short.

Even shorter than Bai Lian, let alone from Ming Dongheng’s perspective.

Jiang He swore that not only did Jiang Fulai give him a glance, but he also scoffed.