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Chapter 875 - 872: A Person to Trust

Chapter 875: Chapter 872: A Person to Trust

As the other three people seated listened to their conversation, despite the common content, it wasn’t hard to hear the depth of their relationship.

Regarding this matter, not long ago Qin Ming had alerted Great-grandfather Tong of his concerns, and received the reply to let nature take its course.

As his uncle, he was anxious right now but helpless.

After all, even though Tong Xiaohua still looked like a little girl in his eyes, she was, after all, eighteen and had the right to make her own decisions.

As for whether Yan Bo was genuinely treating Tong Xiaohua with sincerity or was merely captivated by novelty and wanted to play, Qin Ming had no idea.

All he knew was that Yan Bo had a frightening background; beyond the obvious things everyone knew, the deeper layers were undetectable even by investigated attempts.

Qin Ming privately worried a great deal about the girl Tong Xiaohua, but she herself seemed to have no guard against Yan Bo at all.

Watching the niece he had seen grow up from childhood chatting sweetly and genuinely with Yan Bo about the various aspects of tea, Qin Ming felt a complex pang in his heart.

Because of his mixed feelings, he forgot that when he heard Yan Bo explaining his relationship with the decoration company, he was wondering why a high-end company like Yanhuang Real Estate would collaborate with a small-time decoration company?

"Young Master Yan, Miss Tong, I wouldn’t have guessed, but you both have quite an in-depth understanding of tea culture."

Supervisor Liu felt ashamed in front of these two young people, feeling outclassed not only in personal ability and social status but also left far behind in terms of personal cultivation and insight.

"Supervisor Liu is too kind. My deeper understanding is all due to my mother’s obsession with tea culture."

Tong Xiaohua’s polite demeanor, along with her dutifully sitting in front of the tea table and savoring tea, gave everyone the illusion of a lady from a distinguished family.

This caused some confusion for Supervisor Liu, who had just witnessed her sharp and astute manner at work. Was this the same Tong Xiaohua before and after?

Tong Xiaohua didn’t care about others’ perceptions; now getting along well with Yan Bo, she said, "Speaking of which, my family has some aged Pu’er tea. I heard from my dad that it is quite a bit older than me."

"Yes, Great-grandfather has stored quite a lot of aged Pu’er tea, probably dozens of pounds. If you calculate it, it should be around twenty to thirty years old," confirmed Qin Ming, verifying its existence.

"Do you like Pu’er tea? Shall I bring you a couple of pounds tomorrow?"

Yan Bo didn’t have a particular fondness for Pu’er tea, but he couldn’t refuse something Tong Xiaohua offered him.

"Of course, thank you in advance!"

"There’s no need to be so formal. I’m not giving it to you for nothing. At the very least, I need to dine at your house a few times so I don’t feel like I’m taking a loss," laughed Tong Xiaohua, with no hint of guile.

The three other men were completely blinded by the couple’s unmistakable display of affection.

It wasn’t until the steaming hot dishes were served that everyone moved from the tea table to the dining table, and finally, the conversation shifted back to topics concerning the state and the people’s livelihood.

During the meal, aside from Qin Ming and Tong Xiaohua, who both had drivers, the three people from Yan Bo’s side had driven themselves. To avoid unnecessary trouble, nobody drank alcohol, opting innocently for fruit vinegar and juice instead.

Since there was no need for toasting or persuading others to drink, everyone was spared from a lot of the tedious formalities and truly enjoyed a warm meal.

This was Qin Ming’s first close encounter with Yan Bo. He had assumed that the other would be a somewhat arrogant son from an aristocratic family, merely pretending to be a refined, graceful young master to gain the niece’s favor.

There’s a saying, "All dressed up and nowhere to go."

However, after spending half the evening with him and reviewing the investigation data, Qin Ming felt that he might have underestimated this aristocratic young master.

From his conversation and demeanor, it was clear that he possessed good family education and personal cultivation; the contents of his conversations revealed his extensive knowledge, which did not match his twenty-year-old age but was consistent with his experiences over the years.

Many rich families send their children abroad to study as a mere formality, to gild the lily and squander their youth elsewhere.

But this third Yan Young Master, according to the data gathered from the investigation, did not spend those years abroad merely for a gilding sojourn.

If the data is accurate, during his years of study, he earned more money than others would in several lifetimes.

Qin Ming guessed that Tong Xiaohua was likely unaware of this.

Clearly, Yan Bo did not seem to have shared his glorious history with Tong Xiaohua.

This included his distinguished family background and personal experiences far richer than those of his peers.

It seemed, then, that he must truly care about his grand-niece.

After the meal, Qin Ming’s favorable impression of Yan Bo "zoomed" up several levels.

Thus, when Yan Bo offered to drive Tong Xiaohua home after dinner, Qin Ming did not intervene.

But usually, after dining, Qin Ming would still accompany Tong Xiaohua to visit various stores for inspections.

"Xiao Hua, you’ve been in class all day, just head home quickly, I’ll handle the rest."

He even went so far as to open the co-pilot’s door for Yan Bo, urging Tong Xiaohua into the car.

His perceptions had overturned in one evening, both because of his newly positive view of Yan Bo and also because he inadvertently noticed that Yan Bo seemed to have been paying attention to Li Lin’s every move throughout the night.

Connecting this to the sauna renovation, Qin Ming couldn’t help but have some speculations.

And these speculations, indeed, were not far from the truth.

After sitting in the co-pilot seat, Tong Xiaohua couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

"Yan Bo, I could have just gone with Uncle Ming, really. You going out of your way to drop me off first and then heading home will take at least two hours."

"No problem, I’m just idle!"

If Di Xu and the bunch of staff still working overtime heard Yan Bo’s words, he would definitely be in for a beating.

The return journey was smooth; the trip from the restaurant to the Tong family village took just over forty minutes.

Yan Bo dropped off Tong Xiaohua at the gate of the mansion. She got out of the car and checked the time; it was just past nine, which wasn’t late for young people.

"Do you want to take a walk in the village?"

Tong Xiaohua, leaning on the car door, intended to say goodbye, but what came out was an invitation to Yan Bo for a walk.

Yan Bo naturally welcomed the offer, "Of course, I’ve long heard about the unique architecture in Tong Family village, and I’ve been admiring it from afar."

Tong Xiaohua teased him, "Alright, enough with the flattery, it’s just some ordinary buildings. They’re not as mystical as you make them sound."

However, not long into their walk, Yan Bo discovered that the rumors about the place were not unfounded.

"Xiao Hua, these buildings must be over a hundred years old, right?"

Although L City is just a second-tier city, its cityscape has gradually begun to resemble that of a major metropolis.

But here in Tong village, the layout is primarily two-story arcade buildings. The structures are clearly very old, a bit worn on the outside but not in disrepair, and the stone carvings under the eaves portray a miniaturized depiction of people’s lives from decades or even a century ago.

"They must be, my dad told me that many of these buildings were left by my great-grandfather and even earlier ancestors, including the mansion we are living in now."

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