[✓]Loving My Rival's White Moonlight

Chapter 2 - The real reason for the blind date

Imperial capital.

At the end of summer, we must forcefully leave a trace of it.

The rain rustled down along the edge of the old tiled roof, crackling on the antique carved window glass.

“The rain in the north does not have the charm and artistic conception of the south of the Yangtze River.”

An old man with gray hair and a navy blue silk Tang suit stood by the window, with his hands folded behind him, looking at the rainy scenery outside, with a little regret in his eyes.

There was a slight tea pouring sound from the tea tray nearby.

“If you still want to go, bring Uncle Zhong with you this time, after all, before…” the woman replied.

Before he finished speaking, the old man turned his head and glanced at the woman in front of the tea tray. Even though he was old, his pair of eagle eyes was still not angry.

The woman “cocked” her heart, and subconsciously avoided her eyes.

“Jane Si.” The old man called the woman’s name.

Jane: “Grandpa.”

The old man called “Grandpa” glanced at the tea that Jane had made.

The tea smells fragrant and the taste is superb.

But the old man said lightly: “Jane Si, you go to the tea art class again.”

Jane’s back stiffened, his eyes lowered, and the trace of guilty conscience that had been seen through was quickly restrained.

“Boom.”

The voice of the servant came from outside the door: “Patriarch, the young master is here.”

Hearing that, the old man’s always majestic face was slightly relieved.

“come in.”

“Jane, you go back first.”

“Grandpa, I…”

“Something else?”

“…No.”

When Jane got up and left, the door just opened.

With wide shoulders and long legs, it is well-defined, possessing the magical love of the creator.

The gold wire-framed lenses on the high nose bridge slightly reflect light, half-bright and half-darkly covering the narrow and indifferent eyes.

Jane looked at the man, but the man didn’t seem to see her. He didn’t give her a look, and walked straight to the window.

When she was wrong, Jane lowered her voice and said with a smile.

“But for a few days, my good brother won’t recognize me?”

Jian Fan stopped, still looking straight ahead, impartially.

“Jane, do you know Ning Yu?”

“…Who is that?”

“A well-known ophthalmologist in the industry.”

“I think you should go and see.”

Jian Fan gave advice, and the indifferent tone seemed to bring out a little sincerity.

“laugh…”

It is rare for an old man to show his face, but Jane’s face was instantly white with anger. Just about to have an attack, he paused when he touched the old man, and abruptly suppressed his anger.