There was a beautiful ancient oriental round bronze mirror, seemingly with a Tai Chi diagram on the back, hanging at the entrance.
"Haoran practices Tai Chi, and I got influenced by him," Luca said with a smile, pointing at a Tai Chi diagram hanging in the room.
When it came to the Zhuang Family, Zhong Qiaohui was unfamiliar, though she seemed to have heard of them.
"Where is Mr. Zhuang?"
Luca said, "Unfortunately, his grandmother suddenly fell ill, and he had to rush back to their old home in Luxembourg."
"Luxembourg?" Zhong Qiaohui expressed her surprise, the same as Gu Nuan.
Regarding the private information of clients, Gu Nuan certainly didn’t know. Unless the client mentioned it themselves, she had no right to pry. Gu Nuan only knew that Zhuang Haoran had a domestic bank card and seemed to be of Chinese descent.
"He has multiple nationalities," Luca said as he took out some Chinese tea leaves Zhuang Haoran had left there and brewed them for the two of them. He shrugged and added, "Like me. His grandmother is Luxembourgish and has always lived there. Their family owns a very large castle in Luxembourg with hundreds of years of history."
Zhong Qiaohui and Gu Nuan felt as if they were listening to a European fairy tale.
"By the way," Luca suddenly turned towards Gu Nuan, his eyebrows suggestively raised, "Miss Gu, if you have time, you might visit his estate. There is a portrait in his estate that I think looks a bit like you."
"What portrait?" Zhong Qiaohui asked curiously.
"His grandmother is a famous photographer who loves to travel. So, she turned the photos she took from around the world into paintings and hung them in her castle for guests to admire. Of course, this includes photos she took while traveling in China."
"Is his grandmother a foreigner?"
"Yes," Luca thought what he had said was already very clear. Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
Zhuang Haoran turned out to be of mixed heritage.
Gu Nuan thought for a moment, recalling the plane trip when she had looked closely at his eyes. Indeed, she felt that the color of his eyes was somewhat different from the usual Chinese people she saw.
"According to him, his heritage is quite complicated," Luca said. "His grandmother’s lineage can be traced back to a French Royal Family member who was beheaded long ago."
Zhong Qiaohui’s face already bore the expression of someone hearing about an extraterrestrial visitor.
Luca smiled and then dropped another bombshell: "I heard that the judge who came for the competition that night, your Chinese judge, also has ancestry dating back to an ancient royal family."
The Yang Family really knows how to spin a yarn!
Zhong Qiaohui’s face darkened: Have the guts to stop spreading rumors!
"In business, some people don’t have any distinguished ancestry, yet they still reign supreme in the business world. This is the same both domestically and internationally," Gu Nuan said casually.
"Miss Gu, you’re absolutely right. So—" Luca’s handsome and sunny smile suddenly turned serious and solemn.
Zhong Qiaohui’s heart leapt to her throat.
"If there isn’t a one hundred percent certain reason to succeed, I really can’t think of any reason to continue collaborating with you," Luca said, which was undoubtedly akin to preparing to reject them.
Zhong Qiaohui’s heart instantly sank.
"It doesn’t matter," Gu Nuan said, "In business, it’s definitely about profit. Whichever offers higher profit, naturally, that’s where businessmen will go."
"It’s best if Miss Gu can understand," Luca sighed regretfully. Originally, he had thought she might say something to retain them. But it seemed that in the current situation, even someone like Gu Nuan couldn’t turn things around.
This Yang Family, it seems, really has a significant presence.