1811: Old Master Ye: Maybe I'm Thinking Too Much

Old Master Ye: Maybe I'm Thinking Too Much

Ye Wangchuan stopped at the door and turned around. The black shirt made him look like jade, noble and elegant. He looked at Old Master Ye with his deep eyes and nodded. His tone was much gentler. "I know. I'll pass the message to her."2

As soon as he left, Gu San quickly bowed to Elder Ye and Ye Lan and left as well.

Elder Ye watched them leave the old residence one after another. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Lan with his old but wise eyes and said in disdain, "Look at him. He hasn't been back for so long and doesn't even have time to eat at home. What's the use of raising a brat? I raised him for someone else!"

Ye Lan smiled. "Dad, don't worry about it. Anyway, that person is Nian Nian. I quite like her. If it's her, I'll agree no matter what."

"Tsk." Ye Maoshan glanced at her from the corner of his eyes again before walking back to the living room. He went back to his seat and picked up the tea to take a sip. Remembering something, the cup stopped in midair and he said, "Wangchuan was able to retrieve the batch of goods that we lost on the Independent Continent all thanks to Bright Gate's help. Do you have any ideas?"

"Dad, what do you mean?" Ye Lan wasn't stupid. It was not that she did not understand what the old man meant, but she felt that it was a little unrealistic.

That was the Independent Continent.

Their Ye family had yet to gain a foothold there. How could Ye Wangchuan have the support of such a huge force in the Independent Continent without relying on his family?

Ye Maoshan was just as hesitant. He put the teacup back on the table and shook his head. "Maybe I'm overthinking."

Ye Lan stared at him.

Ye Maoshan didn't care how she looked at him. His voice was slightly weathered. "I just feel that Bright Gate won't help us for no reason. Even if he's not someone from Bright Gate, he should know someone there."

Ye Lan agreed with him. "It's possible."

Old Master Ye heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed. His furrowed brows relaxed again. "Forget it. The children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. It's useless to think so much as long as he returns safely and smoothly."

He looked at Ye Lan again and reminded her with concern, "Keep an eye on that junior from the Jiang family for the next few days. Don't let anyone take advantage of the loophole to fish her out."

Ye Lan was still thinking about the relationship between Bright Gate and Ye Wangchuan. She immediately smiled and relaxed when he suddenly mentioned Jiang Xianrou. She no longer probed further about the Independent Continent.

"I know. I've got eyes on it."

* * *

The place where Qiao Nian was meeting Ye Wangchuan for a meal was on Qingyun Street. The hotpot restaurant that Zhang Yang had brought them to before.

Zhang Yang had brought them here several times before.

The boss knew all of them.

The boss had reserved a private room for them. According to the old rules, he didn't ask what they wanted and served all the good food in the restaurant.

Of course, he did not serve a particularly large portion.

Basically, they were all platters. The advantage was that there was a large selection and they would not be wasted.

Qiao Nian was the first to arrive. She went to the private room and found a seat inside. After sitting down, she sent a message to him.

Gu San and Ye Wangchuan arrived after a while.

Gu San hadn't eaten hotpot for a long time. His stomach growled the moment he saw the hot pot boiling.

"Miss Qiao."

He greeted Qiao Nian and tactfully found a remote seat to sit down. Tempted, he picked up his chopsticks and placed the ingredients into the hotpot.

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