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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nSince Qian Dui asked Qin Ran to try the tea, Qin Ran took a sip.

nSeeing that Qian Dui was waiting for her response, she nodded slightly and said in a low voice, “It’s ok.”

nQian Dui sighed in relief and then sat beside Qin Ran.

nCheng Juan and Lu Zhaoying had seen how Qian Dui and his men showered Qin Ran with attention a few days ago. As such, Cheng Juan sat down calmly and indifferently.

nEven though Lu Zhaoying had seen it, he continued to look at Qian Dui and his men and sighed secretly in his heart.

nSince everyone had arrived, Lu Zhaoying told the attendant to start serving the food. Qian Dui started to introduce the delicious dishes to Qin Ran in a low voice.

nHe even ordered a large bowl of boiled meat slices for Qin Ran.

nCheng Mu was speechless.

nHe stiffened.

nWasn’t the lunch going to be cold and awkward?!

nThe entire meal was not as awkward as he thought it would be. From the start to the end, Qian Dui and his men only chatted with Qin Ran and Lu Zhaoying.

nIn fact, those people in Qian Dui’s team kept giving toasts to Qin Ran.

nLooking at the lively atmosphere at the table, Cheng Juan leaned back on his chair. He had always been quiet and focused, but he slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene.

nHe stretched out his hand to knock the table and whispered something to the attendant.

nHis hair drooped down to his side as he lowered his head and his hands that were placed on the table were long and slender.

nWithin a few minutes, the wine beside Qin Ran’s seat was replaced by juice for the attendant.

nThe boiled meat slices placed in front of her were moved to the opposite side.

nQian Dui was startled. He did not dare to look at Cheng Juan. At this time, he only looked up in confusion.

nOnly then did Cheng Juan pick up his chopsticks, look up lazily, and explained, “She had a few stitches on her right hand and is recovering from a bad wound.”

nSomething must have triggered Qian Dui because he suddenly sprung up and looked at Qin Ran worriedly. Even his voice was raised. “How many stitches did you get?! What happened to your hand?”

nThe technicians that came with Qian Dui also put down their chopsticks and looked at Qin Ran solemnly.

nQin Ran’s chopsticks were gone before they even touched the boiled meat slices. She put them aside and glanced at Qian Dui speechlessly. “It’s fine.”

n“How can it be so easy to recover from a few stitches?!” Qian Dui rambled on.

nQin Ran was annoyed. She did not wish to explain and showed him her hand.

nThere was only a pink scar and traces of stitches on her hand, but it was enough to tell how bad the injury was like in the past.

nQian Dui continued frowning.

nBam— He did not ask Qin Ran anything but slammed his chopsticks on the table.

nHe looked up at Cheng Juan who was beside her and asked nervously, “What condition is her hand in? Are there any side effects? Will there be any sequelae?”

nWhen he first came to Yun Cheng, Cheng Mu accompanied Hao Dui to look for Qian Dui. The natural coldness of the other party made it hard to approach and talk to him.

nHowever, Qian Dui was rambling on like an old mother now. He did not seem like a cold and laconic man at all.

nDidn’t she only hurt her right hand?

nWas it necessary to react like that and act as if she could not use her hands anymore?

nCheng Juan was sitting at the table, but he could always be heard no matter how softly he spoke. Cheng Mu took out his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Hao Dui.

nIsn’t she left-handed? It’s not a big deal that her right hand is hurt. In the past, my goddess had a broken rib but still went with me to investigate a case and did not act like her.

nFor the remainder of the lunch, it was mostly Qian Dui and his team talking to Cheng Juan about Qin Ran’s injury.

nHe asked Cheng Juan thoroughly until he confirmed that her hands would not have any sequelae. Only then did he sigh in relief.

nAfter the meal was done, the person who spoke the most was Qian Dui. Before he left, he talked to Qin Ran for quite some time.

nQian Dui and his men only unwillingly got on their car after Cheng Juan softly coughed.

nCheng Mu stared numbly as Qian Dui got on the car.

nAfter Qian Dui had left, Cheng Mu could not help but look at Qin Ran. He just could not understand why Qian Dui looked like he knew Qin Ran so well. The awkward and cold scene he imagined did not happen at all.

nIn contrast, he and Hao Dui barely said anything during lunch.

nCheng Mu sat in the passenger’s seat in a daze.

nHao Dui started the car and turned back with a thoughtful look. “There’s something wrong with Qian Dui’s attitude. The way he treated Qin Ran… I don’t know how to explain it.”

nHao Dui did not need to say anything more. Cheng Mu also realized it.

nBoth of them did not say anything for a moment.

nAfter that, Hao Dui jokingly said, “However, how do you think Qin Ran compared to your goddess? Qin Ran’s programming skills are not run of the mill.”

nHao Dui did not really know much about computers, but he would never forget the way Qin Ran looked when she was using a computer a few days ago.

nEspecially Qian Dui and his team’s attitude.

nSince he mentioned it, Cheng Mu became emotional. “She’s amazing, but how can she compare to my goddess?!”

nHao Dui thought about it and did a serious comparison before nodding. “That’s true.”

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nOn the other hand, Qin Ran got off the car some distance away from school.

nShe was about to go to class.

nHowever, she did not expect to see a black BMW at the intersection of the school.

nFive minutes later.

nQin Ran sat in the passenger’s seat.

nShe leaned back in her chair and narrowed her eyes. She was relaxed but tried to sound serious. When she opened her mouth, her voice sounded dry. “What’s the problem? Tell me.”

nNing Qing was seating in the back seat. After the chauffeur drove the car out of the school’s gate, he promptly got out of the car.

n“I’ve already found out about what happened on Weibo. Don’t be angry.” After that, she changed the subject and said in a soft voice, “Ran Ran, why didn’t you tell your mother that you knew Mr. Feng? It was Mr. Feng who solved the problem on Weibo for you, right? After such an esteemed person helped you, did you invite him for a meal?”

nAlthough Yun Cheng was small, it housed many hidden talents.

nThe Lin family appeared to be powerful on the surface, but in reality, it had a weak foundation. Many families were more impenetrable and some even belonged to the capital.

nNing Qing also realized that in front of some families, there were some people in the Lin family… that were not worthy of being mentioned. Like Lin Wan who married into the Shen family in the capital.

n“It’s ok. I don’t know Mr. Feng very well.” Qin Ran unknowingly covered her knees and said with a heavy tone.

n“How could you not know him well? He already helped you, inviting him to a meal is a must…” Ning Qing said.

nQin Ran immediately interrupted her. “Remember when you did not pick me up when I called you three years ago? Mr. Feng sent me back. I think he simply feels that I’m pitiful because I don’t even have his number.”

nConsidering Feng Loucheng’s status in Yun Cheng, he was extremely eye-catching. Qin Yu only needed to mention something in passing to Madam Feng before Lin Wan’s attitude towards Ning Qing completely changed.

nUnexpectedly, Qin Ran did not even have Feng Loucheng’s number.

nNing Qing was very disappointed. If it were Qin Yu instead of Qin Ran, they would know Feng Loucheng’s number three years ago. She would not be like Qin Ran, who was so old yet ignorant and self-important.

nQin Ran pinched her own fingers, pushed the door open, and got out of the car.

nThe chauffeur parked the car at the turn and there was an open space.

nQin Ran just got off the car.

nIn front of her, a beautiful Ferrari supercar drove over and stopped at Qin Ran’s feet.

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