Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

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.

When I turned to go out, my high heels stomped on the wooden floor, as if I was venting something.

The old man picked up the teacup, sipped the tea Jian Fanxin made for him, and said slowly: "I usually talk so little in front of me, so I am good at turning around and satirizing people."

Jian Fan lowered his eyes, holding a small teapot to pour tea, white mist floating in front of him: "It's not a satire, it's just a reminder."

The old man narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and he remembered that he had heard the servant say that Jian Si had thrown his pillow and bedding from the balcony on the second floor in front of Jian Fan, saying that she did not have a brother like Jian Fan, let He got out.

At that time, the young boy had no expression on his face, no panic, no fear, and no...sadness.

So calmly and indifferently watched Jane hysterical to him.

Same as now.

But I don't know since when, Jian Fan's arrogant Jian Si, with the passage of time, gradually weakened her arrogance, by the time she reacted, Jian Fan had grown into something she couldn't help but exist.

The old man looked at Jian Fan hidden in the tea mist.

The suit is straight, revealing the elite and unfathomable atmosphere of the superior.

But his eyebrows were indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotional flaws, like a stone Buddha without feelings.

The corners of the old man’s mouth were slightly curved, and his tone was filled with satisfaction: "In these years, you have become more and more like me."

Indifference and ruthlessness is like a label of the Jane family.

Whether externally or internally.

Jian Fan kept pouring tea, but he didn't reply. I don't know if he agrees or disapproves.

Of course, the old man doesn't care.

The old man Yu Guang glanced at the rain outside again, as if inadvertently said, "This Sunday, you spare the afternoon time to go on a blind date."

Jian Fan had a meal holding the teapot.

The old man in the ear has already started to introduce it eloquently.

"You know that a few days ago, I went to Jiangnan and I had a heart attack when I was climbing."

The matter of life and death, the old man said lightly.

"know."

Jian Fan caught a glimpse of the old man's hands growing with age spots. He seldom twisted his eyebrows and pressed his thin lips slightly. After a few seconds, he looked away.

The Jian family is the top of the four top giants in the imperial capital.

Therefore, the fact that the owner of the Jian family almost passed away is the news of the whole country.

Not to mention the people's hearts all around.

"If it weren't for Xiao Shen, you wouldn't see the old man me at this time."

"This time the blind date is my savior's daughter."

"My old man's life should be worth a trip."

The old man visibly relaxed in front of Jian Fan, and was able to joking halfway with him.

It's just that even if it's half joking, the last sentence has a bit of compulsion.

Jian Fan poured the tea leaves from the teapot into the air, then used bamboo tweezers to put some new tea into the teapot from the wooden tea pot next to him, and then bubbled another pot.

The whole process takes a few minutes.

In the eyes of the elderly, it means Jian Fan is thinking.

After Jian Fan closed the tea lid, he raised his eyes and said calmly.

"Just because of a life-saving grace?"

The old man turned the white porcelain teacup in his hand, and lay on the grand master's chair slightly afterwards, rubbed his hand on his temple twice, glanced at Jian and Fan, and said softly after a while.

"Little Shen's family is in Nancheng."

Nancheng is the seat of the richest man in the south.

The old man seemed to think of something, his eyebrows darkened, and he continued: "You know the situation inside Jian’s family and the situation in the imperial capital. You want to stand against those individuals and really gain a foothold in the Jian’s group, this blind date. It won't do any harm to you."

The old man talked so far, but both of them knew it well.

Interest entanglements and political marriages are commonplace in a wealthy family like them. True love is nothing but a trick to deceive little girls in novels and TV series.

After hearing the real reason, Jian Fan still did not speak, but the old man was used to Jian Fan's silence.

In his opinion, in the shopping malls, Yili's first simple and traditional, no reason to disagree with his arrangement.

Jian Fan will figure this account.

But when Jian Fan got up to leave, and the old man mentioned the "blind date" again, Jian Fan slowly pushed his gold glasses, and the refraction of the lenses fell on his narrow eyes, cold like snow falling in the mountains.

His voice did not fluctuate.

"That's what you meant, not mine."

***

Sunday.

"Mo", the famous private restaurant in the sky Yuntai in the Imperial City, is known as a spot for dating couples in the upper class.

Located in the CBD of the Imperial City, the housing price is so high that a meal here starts at five figures.

Wearing a hat and wearing sunglasses, Pei Qingya was tightly wrapped, talking on the phone with Xu Anshen in the parking lot of the building where "Mo" was located.

"Qingya, sorry, I booked too late. I didn't book it to the top floor. I can only cover the 17th floor. Next time I will compensate you." Xu Anshen apologized slightly annoyed.

The top private restaurant like "Mo" is supported by several forces behind it. The largest shareholder is the Jian family. Therefore, even Xu Anshen has no privileges, and he has to book the queue honestly.

However, Xu Anshen was also a little puzzled. At that time, he asked who had booked the top floor. The restaurant manager just smiled mysteriously at him, shook his head and said that he could not disclose the customer's privacy.

But the restaurant manager rarely showed excitement, but Xu An was deeply concerned.

After all, even if the restaurant manager saw him, he just kept his polite etiquette indifferent.

"Anshen, it's okay, you can eat anywhere, I...I just want to meet you." Pei Qingya's gentle voice interrupted Xu Anshen's thoughts.

Xu Anshen heard Pei Qingya's sympathy, his heart seemed to collapse, and he felt a little sorry for Pei Qingya.

This should be replaced by Qinghuan...

Xu Anshen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had never taken Shen Qinghuan into or out of a high-end restaurant.

As for the reason...

"boom!"

Xu Anshen was attracted to the sound of the broken glass, only to realize that the waiter beside him accidentally broke the wine glass.

Xu Anshen frowned. He didn't have much affection for Shen Qinghuan, how could he suddenly think of her?

And... Shen Qinghuan and Pei Qingya... are not comparable at all.

Xu Anshen rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes filled with happiness again.

No matter, he only needs to think about Pei Qingya alone now.

Other people, it doesn't matter.

There was only a long silence. Xu An was afraid that Pei Qingya would notice something, so he quickly raised a few questions.

But after asking, there was a short silence on Pei Qingya's side.

"Qingya, Qingya, Qingya?"

"...Huh?" Somehow, Pei Qingya's voice was a bit sluggish, mixed with some panic.

"Qingya, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you speak just now?" Xu An asked with deep concern.

"No... it's okay, I was just looking for the way, Anshen, I will hang up first, and I will go up immediately."

As soon as the voice fell, Pei Qingya hung up the phone in a hurry, staring in one direction with stunned eyes.

She is now standing at the exclusive VIP parking entrance of the building's parking lot. Just now she saw a car passing by.

At that moment, Pei Qingya stopped breathing.

Not because of how expensive and luxurious the car is, but because of the indifferent figure in the black window in the back seat.

Is that... Jian Fan?