C9 The Behavior of a Poor Man

Rong Jing went to listen in on this meeting in the afternoon. It was just a spur of the moment.

Jiang Lee bought a house over here. She probably wanted to stay there for a long time. He had heard some news from his side. It seemed that her return this time had something to do with the Jiang family.

He had no interest in meddling in the matters of the Jiang family.

However, he was somewhat interested in this woman.

Rong Jing had just given his orders at noon, and Director Zheng had already settled the matter for him in the afternoon.

A house with two bedrooms and one living room was just opposite Jiang Lee's door. The company even gave him a car. It was a low-profile Land Rover, and it was a standard model and price. It just so happened to suit his identity as an engineer.

He drove to the Water Cloud District. Director Zheng also helped him arrange the location of the garage.

When he went upstairs, Jiang Lee and Bun were putting the blanket on. They were staring at each other and pulling the blanket that was stuffed into the bed, not knowing what to do.

The door was not closed. Rong Jing went in directly. He walked to the door of the master bedroom and looked at the messy room. "What are you doing?"

Bun jumped off the bed as if he had seen his savior. He ran over with his panda slippers.

"Jing, quickly come and help us take a look. Mommy said that the blanket needs to be covered. " He raised his head. "Do you know how to do it?"

Rong Jing walked in front of Jiang Lee and pulled out the wick from inside. "Let me try. "

He was not familiar with the technique, but he tried twice and easily put it in. He let Jiang Lee pull the corner of the blanket beside her.

The two of them did not need much effort to finish it together.

Jiang Lee sat by the bed and exhaled, "Thank you. "

Rong Jing did not care at all, "What else can I help you with?"

Jiang Lee pointed to the ground, "All these things need to be tidied up. "

There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Rong Jing's eyes swept over, squatted down, and tore open a bag of things, "Let me do it. The two of you go out and rest. "

Jiang Lee did not continue to be polite and nodded. "Then I will have to trouble you. "

Actually, she had never wanted to look for Rong Jing, but at the crucial moment, she had indeed troubled him. She also could not go to rest with a clear conscience, so she stood at the door and looked at him.

When this man was not self-righteous, he did not seem to be so annoying.

Rong Jing packed his things in a very organized manner. He seemed to have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, and everything had to be arranged neatly.

Jiang Lee leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. She seemed to be deep in thought. "How did you and Rong Ning's mother split up?" Actually, she did not really care about other people's privacy.

But such a man, other than being a little arrogant, did not seem to have any problems.

Thus, curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

The man raised his head and did not try to hide it. "We. . . Met by chance. "

Jiang Lee naturally understood adult language games. They were one-night stands.

But she did not expect them to actually give birth to that child and raise him up.

She raised her eyebrows. "You're not married?"

Rong Jing picked up the trash on the ground. "Miss Jiang is very interested in my matter?"

Jiang Lee stuck out her tongue. "It's average. "

The two of them had dinner together that night. Jiang Lee treated him to a meal to express her gratitude.

When they went back, he sent her to the door and followed her upstairs. Jiang Lee indicated that they were not so familiar with each other. Furthermore, it was late at night and it was not suitable to be together with a single man and woman. . . He did not need to be so polite.

The man pointed at the house opposite her and said, "I live here. "

Jiang Lee thought that she had misheard and repeated, "You live. . . Here?"

The man smiled. "There is an old saying here. . . . " He leaned over and whispered softly into her ear, "It's a good opportunity to get close. "

The elevator door opened and the man walked out. Jiang Lee watched helplessly as he opened the door and watched him walk in.

Bun stood at the door reluctantly and waved at her, "Mommy, see you tomorrow. "

Jiang Lee's expression was somewhat unnatural, "See you tomorrow. "

She did not know if Rong Jing was serious or not. Looking at his appearance, it indeed did not seem like he was joking. But Jiang Lee did not have a good impression of him.

Furthermore, what he could not forget in his heart might be Bun's mother.

Jiang Lee was no longer a young girl. She would not be moved by a little favor. She liked to be straightforward. This matter would be over for her.

In the past two days, Bun still came to her house. Rong Jing, however, did not come over. According to Bun, he had gone to work.

He seemed to be an engineer of the Hetian Real Estate Company.

Jiang Lee, on the other hand, admired him a little. She had heard of the Hetian ten years ago. It was a veteran Real Estate Company in Yun City.

Not only in Yun City, but also in the surrounding big cities, this company had a deep foundation. In the upper circle, many people wanted to suck up to the people of this company.

The reason why he could become an engineer there must be because he had real ability.

However, Jiang Lee did not really put his matter in her heart.

On the other hand, the Jiang family had contacted her a few times about old madame's birthday banquet.

The birthday banquet happened to be in a week's time. She should naturally go and take a look at the Jiang family's joyous occasion.

Old madame loved tea leaves, so she spent two million to buy a kilogram of top grade Tie Guanyin. That top grade tea leaves only produced a few kilograms a year.

Others might not recognize it, but old madame naturally knew what it was.

When Jiang Lee arrived, there were already many guests in the banquet hall. The butler was greeting the guests, and there were people at the side writing down the gifts.

Jiang Lee sent the tea leaves up and Jiang Wan just got out of the car and could not help but take a few more glances. Jiang Wan was Jiang Junjie's daughter, the real big miss of Jiang family.

Now that she was married to someone, she was also married very well. Jiang Lee heard that her husband was the Young Master of the Han Family. Although the Han Family was not comparable to the Suen family, they were still one of the top families in the Yun City. They were richer than the Jiang family.

Jiang Junjie's son also had a promising future. Now that he was the person in charge of the Jiang's's company, he had the ability to act independently.

Jiang Wan sent over a pair of antique bottles. It was said that they were from the Song Dynasty and were worth at least 800,000 yuan.

When Jiang Wan came over, Jiang Lee had already entered. Jiang Wan specially gave a few instructions to the butler. "Tell the movers to be careful. They will not be able to afford the broken bottles in their lifetime. "

The housekeeper knew the temper of the Eldest Miss. He quickly agreed and got someone to write down the gift slip.

Jiang Wan casually glanced at the list and just happened to see the first one. It was two catties of tea leaves and the signature at the back was Jiang Lee.

She still had some impression of this name.

A few days ago, she also heard her father mention that Second Uncle's side was in a desperate situation and even dared to believe Director Wu's words. He even eagerly wanted to send his daughter over.

She originally thought that it was Jiang Xinyao. It was only these few days that she heard that they had found Jiang Lee.

Two catties of tea leaves. Although Jiang Wan knew that old madame loved tea, it was not that any tea would fall into her eyes.

She heard Yuming mention that the top grade Tie Guanyin's final bid at the auction two days ago was two million.

She couldn't bear to use two million to buy tea.

The bottles she gave her were only worth five hundred thousand. However, if she said that they were worth one million, there would probably be people who would believe her. Furthermore, things like antiques were of different grades to begin with.

She retracted her gaze. Tea was truly something that belonged to the poor.