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Ji Shaorong had always been an invisible presence in the Ren Family.
He rarely visited the Ren Family’s old residence and conducted himself with quiet, scholarly elegance and a strong sense of literary pride.
He had almost no presence in the Ren Family.
Ren Qian was unsatisfied with the marriage and seldom concerned himself with his son-in-law, until the birth of his pleasing granddaughter.
Ji Shaorong had only sought out Ren Qian once seven years ago because of an issue concerning Ji Shaojun.
This was still the first time he had spoken up like this at the Ren Family home.
Even Ren Qian was taken aback by his attitude.
“Alright,” Ren Jiawei picked up the cigarette box on the table and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as she bowed her head, “Dad, if you’re outclassed, you have to admit it. It’s not that I look down on them.”
Ren Wanxuan looked up at Ren Jiawei and bit her lip, “Mom…”
“Forget it,” Ren Qian stopped expressing his opinion and stood up, “Wanxuan, come with us to Wanhe Building first, your teacher is arriving soon.”
He didn’t bring Ren Jiawei with him.
Once everyone had left,
Ji Shaorong retrieved a pillbox from the pocket of his coat and poured out two pills. Ren Jiawei poured him a glass of water, frowning, “Don’t worry about this matter, you also know Wanxuan has always been under my dad’s care.”
Ren Wanxuan was the only descendant of the Ren Family, taken and handed over to Ren Qian to be raised from the moment she was born.
They simply had no say in the matter.
Across from them, the secretary-general glanced at them indifferently before turning to walk out the door.
“I do have some regrets about handing Wanxuan over to your father,” Ji Shaorong put down the water glass and pressed his brow.
“Stop thinking about it. However…” Ren Jiawei resettled in her chair, eyeing Ji Shaorong thoughtfully, “Bai Lian does bear a resemblance to the Ji Family, whereas Wanxuan doesn’t resemble her at all.”
“Don’t say that again in the future. Don’t bring up the idea of grooming Lian Lian anymore either. She wouldn’t want it,” Ji Shaorong swallowed the pills and put away the pillbox, then shook his head, “And if Wanxuan hears it, she’ll cause a fuss again.”
He had a feeling that Ren Wanxuan harbored significant animosity towards Bai Lian.
Yet there was clearly no conflict between the two of them.
“Alright, alright, I haven’t said it in front of anyone else,” Ren Jiawei gestured in surrender, “But if your niece truly doesn’t want… Alright, I won’t mention it.”
At twelve o’clock, the private room in Wanhe Building.
Chen Zhu and Chen Gang were also there.
The headteacher of Class 8 had been transferred to First Middle School, and anyone in Xiangcheng with money and influence tried to get their child into his class.
Chen Gang and Ren Qian were very polite to him.
“Bai Lian passed the spot to Tang Ming?” Upon hearing this news from Ren Qian and Chen Gang, the Class 8 teacher’s surprise was not less than that of Chen Zhu or Ren Wanxuan.
This was a slot for Jiangjing University’s preparatory camp.
Even if Bai Lian genuinely didn’t want it, on the black market, it could fetch at least tens of millions.
But—
It was Bai Lian who had done this.
Upon reflection, the Class 8 teacher felt that this was something she was capable of doing.
“Indeed, Bai Lian has always been such a person, honest even when unobserved, and pure at heart,” the Class 8 teacher mused. In his eyes, Bai Lian was like that.
Proud but not contentious.
Bright but not blinding.
He really had a high opinion of Bai Lian.
Ren Qian and Chen Gang exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in the other’s eyes. Their Class 8 headteacher was someone genuinely wise and learned.
They were very reassured to entrust the younger generation to him.
After hosting several banquets, they had never heard him praise someone so highly before.
His highest praise for Chen Zhu was simply being bright.
“To be honest, she is my son-in-law’s niece,” Ren Qian said with a smile, seeing that the headteacher had taken a liking to Bai Lian, so he turned to Ren Wanxuan, “Wanxuan, you should learn more from your cousin about the principles of being a person.”
Ren Wanxuan had been struggling to contain herself ever since the headteacher began to speak, and to make matters worse, Ren Qian actually told the headteacher that Bai Lian was her cousin!
Especially since…
He also suggested she learn from Bai Lian.
With her sharp intelligence, she had already guessed Ren Qian’s thoughts.
Ren Wanxuan gripped her chopsticks, still managing to maintain the most perfect demeanor.
She stood up to apologize, “Teacher, I’m sorry, I was too impulsive.”
“I hope you take my words to heart,” the Class 8 headteacher raised his glass to her, then drank the wine.
He politely bade farewell to Ren Qian, neither overbearing nor servile, “Mr. Ren, Mr. Chen, I need to prepare my lessons and must leave now.”
Once the headteacher had left,
Chen Gang asked Ren Qian, “I didn’t expect old Ji’s niece to be so impressive. Have you inquired about who taught her?”
“I don’t know,” Ren Qian knew very little about the quiet and ordinary Ji Family.
The secretary-general stood by, humbly pouring clear sake for the two men, “Sir, why didn’t you ask Teacher Li to request Bai Lian to transfer that slot to Miss Wanxuan or young master Chen Zhu?”