When the old man asked Mu Qingya directly, Ji Zhanbai did not hide it, "She is the woman I like!"
"The woman you like? Zhanbai, you are a married man now." The old man reminded.
"I know that I won't do anything to her now. After I divorce Jiang Jingyao, I will marry her."
Ji Zhanbai's words made the old man narrow his eyes. He knew Ji Zhanbai very well, and he must be determined to do what he decided on.
Since he said he wanted to marry Mu Qingya, he would definitely take action, and the old man Mu Qingya had investigated and found out that he was as vain as Jiang Jingyao back then.
The old man really couldn't figure out what was it about her that attracted Ji Zhanbai. If he divorced Jiang Jingyao just to marry Mu Qingya, it would be better not to divorce.
The old man made several turns in his mind, but instead of speaking out his objections, he asked Ji Zhanbai, "When are you going to divorce Jiang Jingyao?"
Ji Zhanbai was obviously stunned by these words. He did not like Jiang Jingyao, and he never intended to let Jiang Jingyao stay in his wife's position for too long.
But when it came to divorce, he found that he had never thought about it.
Mr. Ji kept his expression in his eyes, "You are almost in good health now. Jiang Jingyao's purpose of celebrating has been achieved. Since we are tired of seeing each other, it's better to let her go as soon as possible! You don't need to come forward in this matter.
I can just let someone do it, what do you think?"
"This is my matter. I will handle it myself. Grandpa doesn't need to worry about it." Ji Zhanbai refused.
How could Ji Zhanbai, an old man and a cunning man, escape his sharp eyes? How could he deal with the servants if he didn't care about Jiang Jingyao? How could he beat Jiang Jingyao because of his own aunt and cut off two cooperations with the Lu family?
Although Mr. Ji doesn't like Jiang Jingyao, compared with Mu Qingya, he feels that Jiang Jingyao is much better now.
The old man naturally wanted to get rid of Mu Qingya, but he also knew that haste makes waste.
Ji Zhanbai is a thoughtful person, and he cannot control it if he wants. He can just let him handle Mu Qingya's matters by himself. As long as Ji Zhanbai does not bring her into the old house, there will be no threat.
He stood up and said, "Okay, I understand what you mean. You can handle your own affairs. I have something to go on."
On the way back, the old man tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
The car stopped at the door of the Ji family's old house, and Uncle Ji came out to welcome him. The old man strode across the courtyard, "Where is the young lady?"
"Young lady is taking a walk in the garden." Ji Bo replied.
"Let her come to the study!"
When she heard that Mr. Ji asked her to go to the study, Mu Qingchi was in a state of confusion and didn't know what Mr. Ji was going to do.
Knocking gently on the door of the study room, Mr. Ji was standing in front of the desk drawing.
A splash-ink landscape painting spread on the paper. He did not raise his head when Mu Qingchi came in and continued painting. Mu Qingchi did not disturb him and stood in front of the desk quietly watching the old man paint.
The old man's paintings did not use ready-made ink, but ink blocks.
Seeing that there was not much ink left, Mu Qingchi rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to help the old man grind the ink.
It was very quiet in the study room. The only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of the brush on the drawing paper and the unhurried grinding of ink by Mu Qingchi.
It took Mr. Ji two hours to paint a painting, and Mu Qingchi spent two hours sharpening the ink.
Mr. Ji put down his brush and looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction. After a while, he looked at Mu Qingchi and asked, "Can you draw?"
"know a little!"
The eldest daughter of the Jiang family must have been taught music, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. However, Jiang Jingyao has not always followed the scholarly route. Mr. Ji has never heard that she can draw.
Originally he was dismissive of Jiang Jingyao, but her ink-sharpening skills and patience attracted Mr. Ji.
"Draw a picture to see?"
"Yes!" Mu Qingchi did not refuse and picked up the paintbrush. She did not choose to paint something complicated and painted a plum blossom.
A branch of red plum caught Mr. Ji's eyes. What he likes most is painting plum blossoms.
The plum blossoms on the paper are obvious from the first glance. It cannot be drawn without more than ten years of skill.
Jiang Jingyao's biggest reputation has always been for eating, drinking and having fun. It surprised Mr. Ji that her painting skills were so good.
"The painting is good! You have been practicing for many years, right?"
"I read it when I was a child, but when I grew up I didn't draw much anymore." Mu Qingchi replied.
"I just read it when I was a child, so your understanding is not bad." The old man laughed and felt much happier. "I called you here to tell you that I agreed to your work. You are ready to go to work at Ji's
Bar."
"Going to Ji's?" Mu Qingchi asked back. She wanted to go to work, but she had never thought of going to Ji's.
"I've already ordered you to go down and be Zhan Bai's secretary. Just help me take good care of him."
Going to Ji's and having to work as Ji Zhanbai's life secretary was simply unacceptable to Mu Qingchi.
"I'm not studying secretarial majors, so I might not be able to do well."
"If you don't do well, you can learn. You don't want another messy woman to be your secretary next to Zhan Bai, right? This is an order. If you want to work, go to Ji's, that's it!"
The old man's words were unquestionable, and Mu Qingchi had no choice but to retreat unhappy.
When I walked to the living room, I found Ji Yin sitting on the sofa. I saw Mu Qingchi coming out of the study and standing up, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?"
Ji Yin's eyes were filled with concern, apparently because he was worried after hearing that Mr. Ji called her into the study.
Mu Qingchi nodded, "It's okay."
"What is grandpa looking for you for?" Ji Yin asked again.
Seeing that her expression was not very good-looking, and having been called in by Mr. Ji for several hours, Ji Yin did not believe that she would be fine.
"Talking about work, I want to go to work. The old man asked me to go to Ji's, but I don't want to go." Mu Qingchi replied.
"Well why do you have to work?"
"Staying at home is too boring, I want to do something I like."
Hearing what she said made Ji Yin feel a little distressed. It was indeed torture for a girl like a flower to be locked up at home and unable to go anywhere.
"I can help you talk to grandpa and make him change his mind."
"Really?" Mu Qingchi's eyes lit up, but dimmed again in an instant. "The old man won't listen to you, so let's forget it."
"Don't worry, I will help you convince grandpa." Ji Yin promised, "By the way, sister-in-law, I brought you a gift from abroad. It's in the room upstairs. I'll give it to you right now."
Gift? Mu Qingchi was stunned for a moment and followed Ji Yin upstairs. Ji Yin took out a beautiful box from the room and handed it to Mu Qingchi.
She opened it and found a beautiful heart-shaped bracelet.
"Why do you think of buying this?" Mu Qingchi's eyes got a little hot when she saw the bracelet. Her favorite is this heart-shaped bracelet.
"The woman I like likes it. She looks like my sister-in-law and is about the same age. I thought my sister-in-law would also like it, so I bought one for you." Ji Yin said and found that the eyes of the woman in front of him were red.
He was a little surprised, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
"I...I like your gift very much! Thank you!" Mu Qingchi ran away holding the box.
