Yu Wuyuan nodded gently. “I’ll listen to the Sect Master’s instructions.”
Unlike the respect Bai Zhou and the rest showed to her, Yu Wuhuan was much calmer. This made Jian Ai feel much more comfortable.
In fact, she was not used to the few people from the twelve guards flattering her. It was true that she was the Sect Master, but most of the time, she needed them more. She treated the twelve guards, including Chi Yang, as family.
Jian Ai and Yu Wuyuan exchanged phone numbers before getting out of the car.
After Yu Wuyuan left, Jian Ai exhaled softly. At least from her current feeling, Yu Wuyuan was a relatively normal human compared to Bai Zhou and the rest.
In fact, she had once fantasized that the rest of the people would be as expressionless as Xiao Zhen and Si Yuehan, because most powerful people were like this. They were insufferably arrogant and cold.
Fortunately, Yu Wuyuan’s elegance and nobility won Jian Ai’s heart.
After Yu Wuyuan’s car left, Jian Yichen walked to Jian Ai’s side. His gaze followed the black car into the distance. When the car disappeared, Jian Yichen slowly said, “I didn’t expect you to have a family in the capital.”
Jian Ai turned around to look at him and couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t expect it either.
“Thank you for today,” Jian Ai suddenly said.
Jian Yichen was stunned and looked puzzled. “Thank me for what?”
“Thank you for not leaving me alone and accompanying me to the police station,” Jian Ai said with a smile.
Jian Yichen pursed his lips disapprovingly. “I was worried that you’ll get into trouble.”
Although in Jian Yichen’s eyes, Jian Ai did not seem like someone who would act rashly, there was always a possibility. If he encountered something she could not resolve, he could still call his uncle.
No matter what, Jian Yichen knew he could help her solve her problem when she needed it.
However, it seemed that she did not need it.
The two of them parted ways at the elevator. Jian Ai returned to her room and turned on the television.
She wanted to create some noise in the room, but the scene on the television stunned Jian Ai.
The channel was Beijing One. The latest advertisement for Guoyou fountain pen was playing on the television. The person on the screen was none other than Qinghuan.
She remembered Qinghuan had said that both advertisements would be released at the end of this month.
The advertisement only lasted for about ten seconds, but Qinghuan was really beautiful in front of the camera. She was youthful and confident.
The phone rang. It was Bai Zhou.
“How is it? Has the matter been resolved?” Bai Zhou asked on the other end of the phone.
Jian Ai leaned against the bed frame casually and answered, “It’s settled.”
Bai Zhou paused for a moment and said, “You saw him?”
“Yes.” Jian Ai chuckled. “He seemed to have resolved the matter with just a word.”
When Bai Zhou heard this, he smiled. “I used to fantasize about what circumstances you would meet him. I didn’t expect it to be so soon. It’s indeed a waste of talent to let him appear in such a situation.”
“I’ll find time to see him alone after the competition. I have other things to ask him,” Jian Ai said.
Bai Zhou: “Alright, he has the final say in the capital. If there’s anything, feel free to look for him. However, you still have to be careful. It’s surprising for you to land in the morning and enter the police station in the afternoon.”
“If I don’t cause some trouble, won’t you have nothing to do?” Jian Ai smiled.
“It’s better to avoid such trouble in the future.”