Before high school, they might have met more often, but ever since Jiang Yichen went abroad to develop his career, they've hardly seen each other. Except for two months ago outside the Lu Family Villa, the last time they met was probably when she was in her sophomore year.
It's been four years since then.
He's Jiang Yichen, successful in his career, mature and steady, right in the golden period of his thirties. What could he possibly think of a twenty-year-old girl like her?
Logically, it should be Jiang Muzhou who's jealous, shouldn't it? Or is it that Lu Huai'an has long known that Jiang Muzhou never actually saw her as a woman?
The focus of the banquet is in the center of the hall; in little corners like this, there aren't many people.
Lu Huai'an raised his hand, but it wasn't to help the girl pull up her slipping shawl.
