Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Western suburbs, Ji’s house.

A young woman in a lilac silk dress got out of the car and was seen by the butler waiting at the door, who eagerly welcomed her into the villa.

Sitting in the main hall was a lady dressed elegantly. She was well maintained and apart from some fine wrinkles between her brows, there was almost no sign of aging.

Behind her stood a middle-aged woman in uniform. She was the first to notice someone being brought in by the housekeeper and reminded the noble lady of the arrival of the guests in her ear.

"Is it Xiaoli?"

The elegant lady turned around, stood up with some surprise, and took a few quick steps to the woman in the long skirt.

The young woman named Xiao Li smiled gently and spoke softly:

"Mrs. Ji, this is my grandfather's calligraphy and painting work before he retired. My mother said you ordered it, so she asked me to deliver it to you."

"Why call me Madam Ji? Just call me Auntie."

Madam Ji took the wrapped scroll and asked the servant behind her to pack it up carefully.

Then he held Wen Qiuli's hand and smiled warmly.

"Oh, Fang Zhuo is really something. I just wanted to buy a painting from her, but why did she ask you to deliver it in person?"

"Come, come, sit down. Auntie Wu, serve Xiao Li some refreshments."

Mrs. Ji held her hand, walked all the way to the sofa and sat down, her eyes casually looking up and down at the person in front of her.

Lin Fangzhuo was my classmate in college. We had a good relationship back then, but we hadn't seen each other for decades and had become strangers.

She was so enthusiastic because of her unmarried daughter who was in the prime of her life.

She has a beautiful and dignified appearance, good manners, a gentle personality and good manners. She is a good girl, not bad, not bad.

Wen Qiuli smiled sweetly, ignoring Madam Ji's gaze, and replied softly in a submissive manner:

"No, you're joking, aunt. If mother hadn't been feeling unwell recently, she would have come along."

"And I heard that my aunt and mother were college classmates, which means she is my elder. It is only natural for Qiu Li to come and visit her."

The official statement is that I am delivering something on behalf of my mother.

In fact, Wen Qiuli's visit to the Ji family was the result of secret promotion by the Ji and Wen families.

Both sides have unmarried children and some are thinking about getting married.

Let's first let the girl who is studying in Beijing come here as a guest, and let the young men and women meet each other to see if they have any ideas.

The Ji family that Mrs. Ji married into was a well-known wealthy family in the capital, and many men and women wanted to get close to them.

However, the Ji family is a wealthy family, and the Wen family is not an unknown family.

Wen Shilin, Wen Qiuli's grandfather, is a famous contemporary calligrapher, and one of his paintings can be sold for tens of millions of yuan.

The Wen family is also a famous scholarly family with strict family education and good family background.

The two sides have their own fields and originally had nothing to do with each other.

The Ji family is rich, and the Wen family doesn't care about this.

If Wen Qiuli's father hadn't given up literature to go into business, such a thing would never have happened.

He went to the capital to do business and made friends with Mr. Ji. Their fields overlapped and he could not afford to offend anyone. He also had to ask for help from others in some places. He had no choice but to have this not-so-formal "blind date".

Wen Qiuli's mother was helpless about her husband who was still making trouble at his old age.

She couldn't slap her husband in the face in public, nor did she want to ruin her daughter's reputation, so she let her daughter come alone and told others that it was a younger generation visiting an older generation.

In this way, no matter what the result is, it will not have much impact on my daughter.

But no matter what, this is really a good thing for Mrs. Ji.

She has two sons. One of them is already in charge of the company and is in his thirties. Although he is old, she does not worry about his major life events.

On the contrary, the other younger son, Ji Weiheng, was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Although he was not very old, he was like a devil, either living a life of debauchery or causing trouble.

As a mother, how can I not worry about him.

So, when she learned that Wen Shilin's granddaughter was studying in Beijing and her father had dealings with her company, she came up with this idea.

Whether her parents can help or not is a small matter. What she values ​​is the girl herself.

It would be good if I could discipline my son and make him less ridiculous.

Therefore, even though Wen Qiuli was in a weak position and had to ask for help from others, Mrs. Ji was very enthusiastic towards her.

"Xiao Li, I heard that you are studying in the capital, how is it..."

Mrs. Ji inquired about Wen Qiuli in a casual manner, and the more she listened, the more satisfied she became with him.

If she hadn't known that it wasn't just her opinion that could make the decision, she would have made the decision on the spot and chosen such a young daughter-in-law.

"Xiao Li, you see, you are from A University, and my youngest son also graduated from A University. He is only a few years older than you. You should have common topics."

"When you have nothing to do, you can also arrange to hang out. Don't young people like that nowadays...right, traveling partners?"

Mrs. Ji had already decided on Wen Qiuli in her heart, so she kept promoting and praising her son in front of him.

"Let me tell you, my youngest son is not good at other things, but he is the best at having fun. There is no place in the capital that he has not been to. If you little girl likes to go there, it will be safe for him to take you there."

While praising, Mrs. Ji took out a photo album from the house.

There are many travel photos in it. If you flip through the photos, you can still see a very young boy when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

When Ji Weiheng was fifteen or sixteen years old, he had black hair, black eyes, a handsome face, and wore a simple blue and white school uniform, which made him look clean and refreshing.

Wen Qiuli knew the purpose of his visit, and when he saw Ji Weiheng like this, his resistance quietly dissipated.

Her slender fingers inadvertently pointed at a photo in the album of a young man smiling in the sun, and she replied softly:

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for him?"

This was an idea of ​​continuing the contact. Madam Ji was very happy and quickly shook her head:

"How is that possible? Wait, I'll call him."

She stood up, smiled lovingly at Wen Qiuli, and walked aside to make a phone call.

Royal city.

A high-end entertainment club where the rich second generation in Beijing like to gather.

The flickering and eerie lights, the colorful liquors, the loud music and the entanglement of men and women created a scene of decadence and decadence in the hall.

This is also the largest den of money-spending in the capital.

Under the dim light, in a secluded corner, a group of men and women sat drinking and laughing.

Although this corner is remote, no one dares to treat the guests here with disrespect, and even the waiters walk more lightly when passing by.

They all knew that the person at the center of this place was someone that even the boss dared not offend—Ji Weiheng, the Ji family’s most beloved youngest son.

The object that everyone feared looked nonchalant, leaning lazily on the sofa, his posture simple yet quite imposing.

The atmosphere was lively when the shrill ring of the telephone rang out.

Ji Weiheng glanced at the caller, frowned, and threw the phone roughly onto the marble coffee table, making a crisp sound.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and everyone shut their mouths, not daring to speak.