Chapter 553: Jiang Yixia: Then Pursue Me All Over Again!

The day after the campus beauty pageant ended, Jiang Silu woke up bright and early.

After washing up, she changed into a light blue hoodie and tied her hair into a ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror, she applied a touch of lipstick.

Song Miaomiao poked her head out from under her covers. Seeing her friend looking in the mirror, she mumbled, “Silu, are you going on a date today?” before shrinking back into bed.

Jiang Silu smiled, grabbed the keys from her desk, and headed out.

She took a taxi to the Jinling Institute of Technology.

Jiang Sifan was already waiting at the school gate. He wore a dark jacket and leaned against a white BMW, looking down at his phone.

“Sifan!” Jiang Silu ran over.

Jiang Sifan looked up and smiled. “Asking me to wait at the school gate this early in the morning—what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you about something.” Jiang Silu opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Jiang Sifan got in and started the engine. The white 3 Series slowly pulled out of the school gate and headed toward the manor.

“What’s going on?” Jiang Sifan asked as he drove.

“It’s about Mom and Dad.” Jiang Silu turned to look at him. “Have you ever thought about getting them back together?”

Jiang Sifan’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, but he didn’t say anything.

“I feel like their relationship is much better now than before,” Jiang Silu continued. “Mom doesn’t push Dad away anymore, and he’s been trying so hard. They’re just one step away.”

“What do you want to do?” Jiang Sifan asked.

“Let’s go ask Dad what his plans are,” Jiang Silu said with a smile. “Then we can give him some ideas.”

Jiang Sifan glanced at her without a word, a faint smile on his lips. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped up.

At the manor, Lu Fan was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. Old Luo was nearby, pruning the plants, a small pile of clipped branches accumulating beside him.

Seeing the white car pull in, Lu Fan set down his teacup and stood up.

Jiang Silu was the first to hop out. She ran over, hugged his arm, and smiled. “Dad, we came to see you.”

“What brings you two here today?” Lu Fan beamed, affectionately patting her head.

“Just missed you,” Jiang Silu said playfully.

Jiang Sifan got out of the car, walked over, and greeted him. “Dad.”

Lu Fan nodded, looking at them with a smile. “Let’s go inside and sit.”

The three of them went into the living room. Old Luo brought over some tea and a plate of fruit.

Jiang Silu sat on the sofa, hugging a throw pillow. She looked at Lu Fan, then at Jiang Sifan.

“Dad, I have something to tell you,” Jiang Silu began.

“What is it?” Lu Fan leaned back on the sofa, looking at her.

“What are you planning to do about Mom?” Jiang Silu asked earnestly. “You can’t just keep dragging this out, right?”

Lu Fan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed. “You know how your mother is. You can’t rush these things.”

“But do you have a plan?” Jiang Sifan chimed in, his voice quiet but serious.

Lu Fan looked at his son, fell silent for a couple of seconds, and shook his head.

Jiang Silu sighed in exasperation. “Dad, you’re so clueless when it comes to wooing women. No wonder Mom hasn’t forgiven you all these years.”

Rendered speechless by his daughter, Lu Fan chuckled. “Then tell me, what should I do?”

“That’s exactly why we’re here—to give you some ideas.” Jiang Silu sat up straight. “Sifan, you tell him.”

Jiang Sifan set down his teacup. He looked at Lu Fan, gathered his thoughts, and said, “Mom likes to have congee in the morning, not milk. She doesn’t like things that are too sweet, but she loves durian. She needs to read for a while before going to bed at night, otherwise she can’t sleep. She dislikes bright lights; she’s used that little lamp on her nightstand for years and has never changed it.”

Lu Fan listened, nodding slowly.

“Mom’s flower shop gets its stock delivered every Monday, so that’s her busiest day,” Jiang Silu chimed in. “When she’s busy, she skips meals. If you go help her on Mondays, she’ll definitely be happy. But don’t say you went out of your way—just tell her you were passing by.”

“Also, Mom hates it when other people mess with her flowers,” Jiang Sifan added. “You can help, but don’t just snip randomly. She has her own way of pruning, and she doesn’t like how anyone else does it.”

Lu Fan smiled, a touch of emotion in his expression. “You two know her better than I do.”

“Of course we do,” Jiang Silu said with a smile. “We’ve lived with her for nineteen years. How many years have you lived with her?”

Lu Fan didn’t respond, though he clearly felt a sense of comfort.

“Dad, don’t be sad.” Jiang Silu walked over, sat next to him, and took his hand. “We aren’t blaming you. We just want things to work out between you and Mom.”

“I know.” Lu Fan patted her hand, smiling.

“Also, Mom doesn’t like eating at fancy restaurants,” Jiang Sifan continued. “She prefers little roadside eateries with great food. She used to take us to a steamed rice noodle roll shop in the old district of Yangcheng. It had been open for over twenty years, and she always ordered two portions every time she went.”

Lu Fan nodded.

“Mom hates the cold, and her hands and feet are always freezing in the winter,” Jiang Silu added. “But she doesn’t like bundling up too much. If you could get her a hand warmer or something like that, she’d definitely love it.”

“One more thing: Mom doesn’t like receiving expensive gifts,” Jiang Sifan said. “If you give her designer bags or jewelry, she won’t accept them. But if you get her a small item she’s been reluctant to buy for herself, she’ll actually be thrilled.”

Lu Fan listened closely. A smile lingered on his lips, but his eyes were entirely serious.

“Alright, that’s about it.” Jiang Silu stood up and pulled Jiang Sifan by the hand. “Let’s go and let Dad think about it.”

Jiang Sifan stood up and looked at Lu Fan earnestly. “Good luck, Dad.”

Lu Fan nodded.

When Jiang Silu reached the door, she turned back and gave Lu Fan a bright smile. “Dad, we’ll be waiting for your good news.”