Chapter 216: Bringing People Over the Day After Tomorrow

By the time Jiang Yu and Nan Jiaojiao were tired, they trudged back one after the other, and in the end, Jiang Yu still grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand and tapped it, proudly arching his eyebrow.

“Remember, a master is always a master, don’t even think about crossing the line.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded earnestly, “Understood, Master.”

Jiang Yu sat down contentedly, taking the tea from Pei Dongshi.

After chatting idly for a while, Nan Jiaojiao’s expression changed, and she spoke seriously, “Master, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

She talked about her idea of performing surgery on Old Lady Bo.

Jiang Yu sneered repeatedly, “Still heartless, thinking you really came back for me.”

Nan Jiaojiao, feeling guilty, “I’ll be with you from now on, but the poor old lady…

I’m begging you, please, Master.”

“Begging me?”

Jiang Yu’s eyes darkened slightly, “For you to actually beg me, just who is this person?”

Nan Jiaojiao choked and did not speak.

She couldn’t very well say it was her bed-mate’s grandmother; she’d be asking for a beating if she did.

Pei Dongshi timely came to her rescue, “The three billion you took, Jiaojiao went to do acupuncture for someone, and this Old Lady is that little patient’s great-grandmother.”

Jiang Yu glanced at him, not quite believing it.

“Also, I’ve something to report, Jiaojiao went as my disciple, so don’t give it away in front of others.”

Jiang Yu choked on a puff of smoke, pausing before exhaling, “Everything’s been arranged, hasn’t it?

Ganging up to trick me, aren’t you?”

Nan Jiaojiao put her palms together, “May Master live to a ripe old age!”

Jiang Yu rolled his eyes, “The day after tomorrow, I’m free– bring the person over.”

“Thank you, Master!”

Jiang Yu pointed at the pastries on the table with the pipe, “If you can’t finish them, pack them up.

I don’t like sweets.”

“Sure!”

Nan Jiaojiao broke off a piece of coconut pastry, giving half to Pei Dongshi, and used the other half to accompany her milk tea.

Jiang Yu talked with Pei Dongshi, occasionally glancing at Nan Jiaojiao, with a hidden light sinking in his eyes.

…

Ye Shiqing finally got in touch with her master.

After begging for a long time, her master agreed to help her manage a situation; she requested to join the Classical Dance Association in advance.

With that status, the people from the show would not dare to make things difficult for her anymore, in fact, they would even fawn over her.

“So, I’m going to the association president’s place the day after tomorrow.

She’s my master too, which means you would be paying respects to the lineage.

I’ll mention your thoughts to her, getting you a temporary position shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ye Shiqing was overjoyed, “Thank you, Master.

What time should I meet you?”

“No need, I’ll send you the address.

Let’s meet at my master’s doorstep.”

Ye Shiqing clutched her phone, only after receiving the text did her heart settle down, cherishing the message, gazing at it several times.

Shen Shixuan looked at her with disdain, “Why are you always making such a fuss during meals?

If it wasn’t for your mother causing a scene every day, you wouldn’t even be able to sit at the Shen Family’s dining table, yet you don’t have the sense to be discreet.”

Ye Shiqing ignored her, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked across at Shen Shichu, “Brother Chu, the day after tomorrow I’m going to the Classical Dance Association head’s house with my master.

Could you take me there, please?”

“Why should my son take you?

Who do you think you are!” Jhiang Ling exclaimed angrily.

But Shen Shichu looked hesitant for a moment before asking, “Which president?”

Ye Shiqing smiled broadly, “The president of the Classical Dance Association, also the leader of the commercial guild, and apparently, a Suzhou embroidery intangible cultural heritage inheritor.”

Shen Shichu became unsettled hearing ‘commercial guild president’, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”

That night, after Nan Jiaojiao had taken a bath, she picked up her phone several times.

Since the incident at Minglun, she hadn’t contacted Bo Yanching again.

She had already spoken to Old Lady Bo on the phone that afternoon, but she felt it was necessary to give Bo Yanching a heads-up.

“Hello?” As the call connected, the man’s voice, tipsy and sultry, seeped into her ear.