Fire Chief vs. Surgeon: A Tale of Relentless Pursuit
Chapter 126: Planning to Stand Me Up?

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Planning to Stand Me Up?

Jiang Ye had already changed into casual clothes, ready to head out when he received the phone call.

Seeing the caller ID, he most likely hesitated for a moment.

After all, this woman had rarely taken the initiative to contact him—a scarcity paralleling the spare fingers on one hand.

In a second, his whole demeanor brightened like a blooming flower:

"Lu’er?"

He thought it might be some good news.

However...

"Jiang Ye, do you have time right now?"

Hmm?

"What’s up?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before the woman spoke:

"If you have time, could you pick up Yaoyao for me?

If not, never mind, I’ll find someone else."

Were all the nice words already used up?

Jiang Ye’s previously blooming smile faded slightly:

"I have time, I’ll go pick her up."

"Good, then give me a call when you get there. The teacher needs confirmation before releasing her."

"Okay."

"Wait, do you have any events to attend tonight?"

She had just remembered this. If she had thought of it earlier, she definitely wouldn’t have asked him for help.

Jiang Ye could easily guess what was on the woman’s mind and scoffed:

"What? Planning to stand me up?"

Cough cough.

"No, it’s just that if you’re going to an event, it definitely wouldn’t be convenient for you."

"Who said that? I never mentioned such a thing."

Lu Jing took a deep breath:

"Alright then, if it’s not inconvenient, I appreciate your help," he said very politely.

But Jiang Ye was quite annoyed:

"Talking about trouble with me? Lu Jing, just what do you take me for?"

Right now, Lu Jing was still in the operating room, without the leisure to argue about these things:

"Why waste words? I’m hanging up."

And with that, she really did hang up.

Beep beep beep...

The beeping on the line managed to enrage someone.

But no matter how angry he got, there was nothing he could do.

In the end, he could only let out a swear:

"Shit!"

Descending from the family building and not yet in the car, a nagging call followed soon after.

He answered with one hand:

"Speak!"

The tone of his voice was obviously not friendly.

The person on the other end chuckled twice:

"What’s up? Who has Young Master Jiang so worked up?"

"Pei Shubo!"

Pei Shubo, also known as Pei San, clearly enjoyed adding fuel to the fire.

"Call me Brother San!

Now, now, knowing Jing has got you under her thumb again, as your brother, I won’t mind it.

Everyone’s here, just waiting for you, so hurry up!"

Jiang Ye curled the corner of his mouth and said:

"What’s the rush? I’ve got to pick someone up first."

Pick someone up?

The volume from the other side of the phone instantly increased significantly:

"Who are you picking up? Jing?"

Heh.

If only that were the case!

Unfortunately, she had rejected him curtly without listening to everything he had to say yesterday.

Thinking of this made the man furrow his brows.

"Not her, you’ll know when I get there."

"Alright, make it quick!"

There was no need to pester him further since he would eventually arrive...

Jiang Ye never would have imagined he’d have a day when he would go pick up that little girl.

Though her identity was completely confirmed, there was still something a bit off about it.

This kind of thing would probably bother any man.

After all, Little Yaoyao was registered in Lu Jing’s household.

Her status as the eldest daughter couldn’t be erased in this lifetime.

But then again, love begets love, right? Since his woman was willing, why would Jiang have any objections? Having one more daughter simply meant having one more.

After driving for roughly twenty minutes, he arrived at the kindergarten’s entrance.

Jiang was already familiar with this place, having visited several times before. The little tyke from the Qin family was a major troublemaker here, frequently causing a ruckus, and Old Qin was often too busy to pull himself away.

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