Chapter 908: 358 Extra 3: Meeting, Grandpa’s Grand Entrance_3 Chapter 908: 358 Extra 3: Meeting, Grandpa’s Grand Entrance_3 But…

The nature of the needlework, the spirituality, Ji Family’s Second Master could see, this was Ji Wanxin’s style.

But Ji Wanxin had been dead for many years, it shouldn’t have been her embroidery, so it could only have been Ji Heng.

To have learned and carried forward Ji Wanxin’s embroidery skills, Ji Family’s Second Master knew Ji Heng had spent some time on it.

“If you don’t want it, I will take it back and give it to my cousin…” Second Grandma glanced at the Second Grandpa, speaking slowly.

“Bring it to my study,” Ji Family’s Second Master turned around.

Second Grandma looked at his back, “And what about the tea and tobacco? I see you don’t like them much…”

“Take them all.”

“…”

After he left, Second Grandma then looked at Ji Yun, “Your grandfather, he’s just tsundere.”

Third Branch.

Ji Family’s Third Master had always been very ambitious, starting from paving the way with Ji Lang’s fiancee.

The An Family was a family of scholars in Xicheng, with the old Mr. An being from Xicheng Education Bureau, and both An’s father and mother were professors at Xida University; their family of old scholars had a wide network across Xicheng’s education circles.

Ji Lang was the linchpin of the Third Branch.

He returned at ten at night after delivering the embroidery of the head lady of the family.

Uncle Meng respectfully brought over the gifts Ji Heng had sent for them and mentioned the matter of the school to the Third Branch.

The Third Branch had no embroidery, only specialties from Xiangcheng, together with beautifully packaged tea and tobacco.

The tea and tobacco were meticulously packaged by Xiaoqi, looking very appealing.

After Uncle Meng left, Ji Family’s Third Master casually tossed the tea and tobacco aside, not bothering with them.

“Grandfather,” Ji Lang frowned, “the school they mentioned…”

“No need to worry about it.”

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Ji Heng had been following Uncle Meng these past few days, revisiting places Ji Wanxin used to frequent.

But it had been decades.

Some places had been renovated, while others had been rebuilt.

Only near the municipal government were there still old Western-style buildings and old buildings, but most were not open to the public.

“Before, Miss Wanxin wrote speeches right around here,” Uncle Meng took Ji Heng to watch from across the street, “Young Master, there are guards here, we can’t get too close.”

Ji Heng nodded, “Alright.”

From a distance, one could see the municipal center building, guarded at the main entrance.

Entry required an ID.

Ji Heng picked up his phone wanting to take a photo to print out and bring back to Xiangcheng for Ji Wanxin to see.

Previously, he had done the same when viewing scenery.

Uncle Meng was startled, “Young Master, we can’t take photos here.”

“Sorry.” Ji Heng put away his phone.

As they spoke, from a distance, they saw three young men coming out of the municipal center, accompanied by a person dressed in an administrative jacket seeing them off.

“Young Master, let’s step aside for a bit,” Uncle Meng led Ji Heng to walk backward.

Ji Heng’s gaze still lingered on the plane trees beside the building.

Ahead, while the three young men were about to get into a car, the middle one saw something and suddenly walked to the side.

The middle-aged man in the administrative jacket followed him out.

Seeing this, Uncle Meng quickly whispered again, “Young Master, let’s head the other way for now, we can come back to view it later.”

Ji Heng vaguely retracted his gaze, nodded, and left with Uncle Meng.

Lit up a tobacco pipe.

Behind him, Ning Xiao saw Ji Heng leaving and quickly called out to him, “Grandfather!”

He and Tang Ming had always addressed him following Bai Lian’s example.

Ji Heng, disconnecting from his emotions, turned around, seeing it was Ning Xiao, stopped, “Little Ning.”

Ning Xiao was there for a project exchange that day; he approached quickly, “Grandfather, what are you doing here?”

“Came to look at the municipal building.” Ji Heng still held his phone.

Ning Xiao, always a man of few words, succinctly introduced to the other two, “Bai Lian’s grandfather.”

Hearing he was Bai Lian’s grandfather, Pei Qin and Wang Xu immediately perked up.

Pei Xu bowed to Ji Heng, introducing himself with courtesy, “Grandfather, hello, I am Pei Qin, previously in a group with Bai Lian.”

Wang Xu even bowed at 90 degrees, “Grandfather, welcome to Xicheng! My name is Wang Xu, you can call me Little Wang, Grandfather, are you here to see the municipal building? I can take you inside for a tour.”

Bai Lian’s grandfather called Ning Xiao Little Ning, so he called him Little Wang.

Rounding up, he was as formidable as Ning Xiao.