It was still January, and the old street was crowded.
The tea house was at the end of the road, a solitary courtyard all by itself.
Meng Shu had heard about this tea room; the person backing it was no minor figure, and it only entertained a limited number of guests each day, in a quiet atmosphere.
The first time Meng Shu came here, as soon as he pushed the door open and entered, he saw the lacquered wooden square tables in the hall, and several old men speaking in low voices in the courtyard.
Once the courtyard door closed again, it shut out the noise from the outside.
Following the carved wooden staircase next to him, he went up to the private rooms on the upper floor.
Ji Heng gave the number of the private room, and someone led him towards the back; the room was at the very end of the second floor. Outside the room stood two men in black casual wear, their eyes sharp and imposing, looking rather formidable.
They weren’t Jiangjing’s guards, and Ji Heng didn’t recognize them.
He stopped, just about to clarify his identity to the two guards.
The man on the left then lifted the bamboo curtain, letting Ji Heng in.
Meng Shu was surprised to see the two men standing outside the private room, noting that they seemed to be bodyguards.
He stayed outside, but in the instant the curtain was lifted, he thought he caught sight of two people sitting at the wooden square table.
Inside the private room.
The environment was somewhat enclosed.
Bai Lian sat leisurely by the window, watching the small bridge and flowing water below. A small boat drifted slowly under the arch bridge, with red lanterns hanging on both sides of the bank, flanking a cobbled path and white walls topped with green tiles.
A scene like a tranquil ink painting, subdued and serene.
She withdrew her gaze, crossing her arms as she assessed Ji Heng’s mental state, noting he seemed quite relaxed recently.
It seemed the Ji Family held significant emotional value for him.
Jiang Fulai picked up the teapot to pour tea for Ji Heng sitting opposite, the fragrance of tea enveloping them.
Next to it was the gift box Ji Heng had requested.
Ji Heng picked up his teacup, slowly sipping from it as he spoke to the two, "It would be enough to have someone send it over to me."
Jiang Fulai set down the teapot leisurely, drawling, "No rush, we’re on a break for the next couple of days."
Meng Shu was still waiting outside, and without lingering, Ji Heng finished the pot of tea and left with a bunch of gift boxes.
Jiang Fulai bowed slightly, lifting the curtain to see him out.
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