Nan Yan looked at Ye Jingya in surprise. Her body slightly turned sideways, and she looked at Fu Jingheng, who was holding a teacup and drinking tea in a casual posture. She tentatively asked, "That... isn't good right, won't it be too troublesome, Little Uncle?"
She really didn't want to take Fu Jingheng's car back to school.
"It's okay. It's along the way, so it's no trouble." Fu Jingheng put down the teacup, got up slowly and staring down at the two white bags she was holding, he walked over.
Nan Yan sighed silently and chuckled nonchalantly. "Then I'll have to bother you, Little Uncle."
"Madam Nan, thank you for the lunch reception. I will visit again next time." Fu Jingheng said goodbye briefly, then left the Nan family's villa with Nan Yan.
After watching the black Maybach leave the parking lot of the manor, a middle-aged maid walked to Ye Jingya's side. "Madam, haven't you always disliked dealing with people from the Fu family? Why did you treat Third Master Fu so warmly?"
Ye Jingya retracted her gaze, glanced at the maid next to her, and smiled. "I don't like the Fu family, but it only refers to the Fu family's eldest one. Have you ever seen Madam Zhuang Lan of the Fu family? She's stuck up and puts on airs in front of our Nan family. As for Fu Jingheng, although he's a little cold, his aura is quite extraordinary. Just after some brief contact, I found out that he isn't difficult to get along with, and is simply reticent. It's normal for him to be a bit arrogant. After all, being born in a prominent family like the Fu family, and in charge of a film and television company that big, he's the opposite of the petty eldest one of the Fu family."
"It seems that Madam is very satisfied with this Third Master Fu."
"I'm not satisfied per say, but he's not as repulsive as the eldest one of the Fu family, but...it's such a pity."
"What is such a pity? What do you mean, Madam?"
"Nothing. You can get busy now!" Ye Jingya gathered her thoughts, pondered over it a little more, and turned back to go into the house.
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The rain gradually stopped in the afternoon. Nan Yan propped her head with one hand and looked at Fu Jingheng, who was driving attentively. "Little Uncle seemed to have a good chat with my mother just now. What were you two talking about?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Well, kind of."
"It was just a simple chat."
"..."
Nan Yan was speechless, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She rolled her eyes and didn't continue to question him. She retracted her gaze and looked at the gloomy grey sky outside the car window.
When she arrived at the school gate of S University Film and Television Academy, Nan Yan unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car. She opened the door of the rear seat again, took down the two bags with her clothes, and said thank you to Fu Jingheng. She waved her hand, turned around, and walked towards the school.
A handsome and suave man in a leather jacket walked towards her. Nan Yan paused, and began to tease from afar, "Yo! Who is this? Isn't this the mighty Director Shan? You're finally willing to go back to school?"
"Where did you go? Why are you carrying these two big bags of things?" Shan Zhuoran didn't mind her nonchalant teasing. He smiled, looked at the things in her hand, and wondered about them while reaching out to carry them for her.
"I went home and brought back clothes." Nan Yan didn't refuse, and let him take the things as they walked side by side back to the campus.
Fu Jingheng wanted to leave after saying goodbye to Nan Yan, but after seeing Shan Zhuoran's appearance, he stopped starting the car. He watched them both interact with each other with ease while talking and laughing. His eyes narrowed, and a sharp gleam flashed through them. There was an unfathomable expression in his eyes.