Chapter 903: Outtake 357-2: The Big Shot Comes to Xicheng, A Gift Chapter 903: Outtake 357-2: The Big Shot Comes to Xicheng, A Gift Pei Qin and Wang Xu were both from Xicheng.

Both of them kept a low profile at Jiang University, but their families were influential in Xicheng.

Wang Xu’s family was well-educated, his uncle worked at the Jiangjing Research Institute, and his grandfather was the chancellor of Xicheng University. His grandmother was a professor at Jiang University, and his enrollment in the physics department there was entirely due to family reasons.

As for the Pei family, that went without saying.

As soon as Ning Xiao mentioned that Bai Lian and her group had arrived in Xicheng, they couldn’t sit still.

Wang Xu left behind the young gentry of the Xicheng circle and stepped outside to call Bai Lian.

“Airport,” Bai Lian replied to him. “You and Pei Qin find some time in the next two days.”

Now that he was in Xicheng, Bai Lian also planned to take the two of them to the base for a visit.

Upon hearing Bai Lian’s words, Wang Xu became excited, “Good.”

He hung up the phone and returned to the private room.

A group of people gathered together, greeting him with laughter, “Brother Xu.”

Wang Xu smiled at them, and as he looked up, he saw Pei Qin, almost surrounded and seated in the center, on a single sofa.

Despite the dim lighting of the spacious private room, Pei Qin, dressed in casual knitwear, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, exuded a sense of authority that seemed to seep out from every fiber of his being, even in casual attire.

He was speaking to a young man on the sofa to his left.

In an official tone.

“Zhuo Junior,” Wang Xu greeted the young man, then leaned against the coffee table behind him, gesturing with his hand for someone nearby to pour him a glass of wine. “You’re right, Sister Lian and her group have really arrived. Get ready, free up the next two days.”

“What? Tomorrow?” Pei Qin, who had just been conversing in a tone of official propriety, sat upright with keen eyes.

Wang Xu took the glass of wine, thanked the woman, and raised his eyebrows.

Pei Qin took out his phone, texted Ning Xiao, and then gestured to Wang Xu, “Let’s talk outside.”

“I was asking Sister Lian,” Wang Xu noticed Ning Xiao’s profile picture, shrugged, “I really don’t know how you communicate with Ning the Scholar.”

Wang Xu always felt that Bai Lian was the most approachable person, but as for the cold Ning Xiao, he found him too distant.

Pei Qin gave him a glance. Ning Xiao was demonstrative with emotions, which compared to Bai Lian’s inscrutability–even if she smiled at you, you couldn’t guess what she was thinking–was truly frightening.

He couldn’t be bothered to explain to Wang Xu.

They stepped out.

The rest exchanged glances, and someone braver asked, “Brother Zhuo, what are Wang and Pei discussing? Who is Sister Lian?”

They did not know the “Lian.”

Upon reflection, there were no girls in their circle with that name.

Additionally, there were few peers in Xicheng who could make Pei Qin and Wang Xu address them as ‘Sister.’
Zhuo Yang took out a cigarette, and someone immediately lit it for him.

He slowly blew out a ring of smoke and pondered, “The person in question is probably not from Xicheng.”

Everyone present could detect the respect in Pei Qin and Wang Xu’s tones when they mentioned “Ning the Scholar” and “Sister Lian.”

Ji Yun listened quietly to the conversation among the others.

Not until Wang Xu and Pei Qin returned did everyone notice the joy on their faces, a happiness even Pei Qin, who was always composed, could not conceal.

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At night, at the Ji Family.

When Ji Yun returned, the Ji family’s eldest grandma was still in the hall. He burst in, coat still on, “Eldest grandma, do you know who arrived in Xicheng from our side…”

He was tugging at his coat when he stopped mid-sentence.

He noticed an elderly man in a gray robe seated next to the eldest grandma, someone Ji Yun had never seen before.

Ji Yun realized this must be the great uncle he had heard about from his grandparents.

He swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue, reined in his impulsive character, and politely greeted him.

“This is Ji Yun,” the eldest grandma, now old, doted on Ji Wanxin, the family’s only daughter back then. When Ji Wanxin died abroad, Ji Heng did not bring back her ashes, which the eldest grandma resented for many years. Now, she had become much more serene and introduced Ji Yun to Ji Heng, “the eldest grandson of the second son’s family.”

While introducing Ji Yun, the eldest grandma also briefed Ji Heng on the members of several branches of the family, ending with, “And there’s Alang; Ji Lang and his fiancee are discussing business and haven’t returned yet…”

Ji Yun’s second uncle became annoyed; he was the one most attached to Ji Wanxin as a child.

When Ji Heng took Ji Wanxin away from Xicheng and she died without him seeing her one last time, this time Ji Heng came back, and he did not show Ji Heng kind eyes, even though Ji Heng was extremely respectful towards him and the eldest grandma.

He put down his teacup and took Ji Yun away.

Watching them leave, Ji Yun also excused himself from the eldest grandma and followed.