No one has taken the photo yet, and Jane Anran realized that if she bid now, she might have a chance to take the photo.
What was on the screen was a four-digit price and a countdown to the deadline that was beating every second. What was outside the screen was nearly half of my living expenses for a month.
For a moment, she didn't know why Xu Nianhe's face appeared in her mind, and she didn't know what mentality was driving her. She pressed the confirmation button.
“Bang——” A text message about the deduction was immediately sent to the phone.
When I bought this book, the seller said it was a manuscript from the Qing Dynasty. Holding it in my hand, it indeed exudes an antique charm.
The dark blue color of the cover has faded a little, and the writing on the title page has become somewhat mottled. The traces of time can be clearly seen on this book.
The pages inside were even a little brittle, so Jian Anran turned the pages carefully, for fear of accidentally breaking the book.
The slightly obscure text was a bit difficult to read. Jian Anran flipped through a few pages. It was really not what she was interested in, so she finally chose to close the book.
Sure enough, on Tang Yirui's birthday, Wen Siheng put his hands in his pockets and went to Henghe Garden with her empty-handed.
The silver sports car we drove this time, I heard the sound of the car in the distance, and Li Ma had been waiting at the door early in the morning.
Tang Yirui came a little late, and when he walked to the door, he saw her still struggling to fiddle with her hair with a black hairpin.
Today, Tang Yirui is wearing a black cheongsam with dark red embossing on the fabric.
Although she is approaching the age of retirement, Tang Yirui has maintained a good figure with extreme self-discipline.
The cheongsam can highlight her figure even more. After pulling up her long hair, Tang Yirui looks like a wealthy lady from the Republic of China.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't want to come back to see you more often when I return home." Tang Yirui smiled heartily when she saw Wen Siheng, and held his hand.
"Even your mother's birthday has to be reminded again and again before you come."
Tang Yirui's expression suddenly froze on her face, she paused for a moment, and then she smiled and took his hand.
"No, they are all family members."
After sitting in the living room and chatting for a while, Tang Yirui grabbed Wen Siheng and asked him non-stop, from work to life, and even asked him what he had eaten last night.
Thinking of something, Jian Anran suddenly leaned into Wen Siheng's ear and whispered, "Give me the car keys."
"The things were left on the truck."
Wen Siheng's parents' home is at the innermost part of the community, close to the Luojiang River. Turn left at the end of the main road in the community and walk to the big house at the end.
There was still some distance away from her, and just when Jane got the gift safely, she looked up and saw a red sports car driving towards her direction.
The person inside could not be seen clearly through the black glass, and the red sports car did not turn when it passed the last intersection. It was obvious that the destination was where Jian Anran was.
There was an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in her heart, and Jian Anran seemed to become irritable all of a sudden.
She seemed to have an idea of who the visitor would be.
This feeling was something I had never experienced before when facing Xiangyi.
The sports car drove to the door, and she finally saw the face of the person coming. Sitting in the driver's seat was Xu Nianzhi, who was wearing sunglasses, and in the passenger seat was Xu Nianhe.
Different from the strong image of Xu Nianhe with red lips and black suit when I first saw her, her makeup today is very light, and her lipstick is also an extremely natural red bean paste color.
When I got out of the car, I saw her wearing a gentle white dress. The river breeze blew by, and the corners of Xu Nianhe's skirt fluttered in the wind.
"Hey, why are you still here?" Xu Nianhe said angrily as soon as he got out of the car.
Jian Anran ignored her and walked straight into the door.
What came to mind for a moment was the scene where Tang Yirui just smiled and talked about "my family" with Wen Siheng.
She couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that Xu Nianhe had been classified by her as one of her own family members for a long time?
Looking at the brocade box containing the book in her hand, Jian Anran suddenly felt that her efforts were unnecessary.
The mother-in-law who worked so hard to please didn't say how mean or bad she was to her. After all, they had only had brief contact a few times, and their understanding between them was very limited.
Tang Yirui did not show an overly harsh attitude, and was always kind and friendly, but there was still an invisible gap between them.
It can't be seen or touched, but it does exist.
Tang Yirui's kindness and familiarity with Xu Nian is something that Jian Anran can't feel, and it is very likely that she will never feel it.
She and Tang Yirui were more like two companies negotiating. They were polite, courteous, and considerate, but that was all, they stayed on the surface.
Looking at the brocade box in Jian Anran's hand, Xu Nianhe asked curiously: "A gift?"
Jian Anran raised her eyes and glanced at her, then replied calmly: "Long time no see."
"The answer is not what you asked." Xu Nianhe muttered, "We obviously just met last weekend."
Jian Anran chuckled and said, "It seems that we meet quite frequently."
Xu Nianhe dropped the sentence with unclear meaning, "It will be more frequent in the future." After that, he quickly walked to the living room.
Just after walking a few steps, Jian Anran heard Xu Nianhe's high-pitched tone coming from the living room at the end of the corridor.
"Happy birthday aunt!"
"This cheongsam of yours is simply too beautiful! Is it custom-made? This cut..." After Xu Nianhe's words, Tang Yirui smiled from ear to ear.
"Where's uncle? Are you still busy?" Xu Nianhe asked suddenly.
Is Wen Shuliang busy? This is another thing that Jian Anran doesn't know.
She suddenly turned back to look at Wen Siheng with some curiosity, and saw Wen Siheng shrugging his shoulders, as if he didn't know anything.
"By the way," Xu Nianhe took the water handed over by Li's mother, "Auntie, my sister and I picked out a gift for you together."
"Sister, bring it over later. I hope you like it."
As soon as Xu Nianhe finished speaking, her sister Xu Nianzhi walked in holding a huge black gift box.
A rectangular black box with a white camellia pinned to the white ribbon.
Even though Jian Anran didn't know much about luxury brands, she could tell at a glance that it was a French luxury brand starting with the letter C.
Tang Yirui looked a little surprised and hurriedly went up to greet you, "I'm very happy that you can come, why are you preparing these."
"I'm so busy with work at ordinary times, why bother with this."
The black gift box was placed on the coffee table. Xu Nianhe reached out and was about to open it. Under the layers of packaging, there was a black and white dress inside.
"This is a show piece, and it hasn't been officially put on the shelves yet," Xu Nianhe said proudly, "At that time, I took a fancy to it at the show, and I thought it was very suitable for my aunt at a glance."
After saying that, she lowered her eyes again, sighed with some regret and said, "It's just that time is too tight. It would be better if I could go to Paris to have my clothes measured."
