What is the Huo Family patriarch doing here?
Che Huan hesitated for a mont before turning to look at Huo Jinnan standing beside her.
The old patriarch cleared his throat, "Anan..."
He glanced at Che Huan.
Che Huan realized that the Huo Family patriarch was implying that she was in the way of their conversation. She had just stood up when she rembered he had called her the mistress of this place, and then she stopped, not moving.
Huo Jinnan turned his head back to Che Huan, "Keep sitting there."
Che Huan smiled softly and sat back down on the sofa, picking up an album from the coffee table and casually flipping through it.
The old patriarch saw Huo Jinnan’s attitude and the wedding photos, and then Che Huan, posing like the lady of the house; he paused for a mont and spoke softly, "Anan, Winter City ntioned once about having you return to the military. They said your family should really persuade you."
Huo Jinnan gestured for Uncle Lu to bring a chair for the old patriarch and sat down next to Che Huan, remaining silent.
The old patriarch looked at Huo Jinnan, considering that Jinnan had a lot of free ti on his hands and clearly didn’t need to handle the company’s affairs in person, "Anan, you don’t have to neglect the business here either; you can have an agent manage it for you. What’s wrong with that?"
Huo Jinnan lit a cigarette, handed the lighter to Che Huan, and looked back at the patriarch, "Grandfather, if you keep letting those online reports associate , the situation will be out of our control."
The old patriarch didn’t speak, sitting there with a grave expression and a hint of defeat. This was his last attempt, and he was prepared for the rejection.
Huo Jinnan flicked off so ash, "I’ve made myself clear. You figure it out."
The old patriarch, thinking about how much he had already compromised and yet Anan still—
He gripped his cane tightly, looking at Huo Jinnan and asking in a suppressed voice, "So you’re saying, you’re not going back to the military, no matter what?"
Huo Jinnan gestured for Uncle Lu to pour a cup of tea for the patriarch, "Yes. Grandfather likes power, I may not, and I’m certainly not obligated to pay for your preferences."
"Ayun has already ended up like that, and Jizhou also—"
The old patriarch paused, speaking with difficulty, "They made mistakes, and they’ve paid the price for their wrongdoings—"
The doorbell rang before he could finish.
Within minutes, Uncle Lu ca over, "Sir, the Butler from the Qin Family is here."
Huo Jinnan, without a word, looked towards Uncle Lu.
Uncle Lu glanced in the direction of the patriarch, then back at his master. Seeming to understand, his gaze fell on Che Huan, "Madam, the Butler is here to deliver sothing to you."
Che Huan smiled faintly and spoke graciously, "Let the Butler co in, please."
Uncle Lu acknowledged and went to open the door.
As the door opened, the Butler looked back, "Bring everything in, please."
As soon as he finished speaking, about a dozen people entered in single file, carrying items and standing in a row, waiting for further instructions.
The Butler followed inside, seemingly not noticing the Huo Family patriarch. He greeted Huo Jinnan before turning to Che Huan, "Young Miss, these are so clothes and accessories personally selected by the old madam for you. I’ve brought them over. Where would you like to put them?"
Che Huan hadn’t expected that soone would be delivering things precisely at this ti, especially from the old lady of the Qin Family, her grandmother!
Was it really such a coincidence, or had he arranged it?
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, seeing he seed lost in thought, then withdrew her gaze and turned to Mother Rong, "Take them to the walk-in wardrobe."
Mother Rong led the people to the second floor.
The Huo Family patriarch remained silent, glancing at Che Huan, who had so quickly beco the young miss of the Qin Family!
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