“Old Lei, Grandfather.”
Lan Ruoruo and Zhang Cheng approached, and she greeted them sweetly.
Old Lei responded with a beaming smile.
Old Lan, seeing her holding Zhang Cheng’s arm, smiled with great satisfaction, “Ruoruo, you came with Zhang Cheng? That’s wonderful.”
“You young people go have fun, no need to stay with us old folks.”
Old Lan chuckled, encouraging his granddaughter and Zhang Cheng to join the younger crowd.
“Old Lei, Old Lan.”
Zhan Wei walked over at that moment.
Hearing Zhan Wei’s voice, Lan Ruoruo instinctively tensed.
She worried he might say something unpleasant in front of everyone.
When Old Lan saw Zhan Wei, his eyes lit up briefly before dimming. No matter how outstanding this young man was, he couldn’t be used by the Lan family, and was instead their archrival.
Among their peers, only Yangtai dared to openly oppose the Lan Group, and Yangtai had risen despite the Lan family’s repeated suppression.
This made Old Lan fear that one day Yangtai might surpass, or even swallow, the Lan Group.
No, that won’t happen.
His eldest grandson and granddaughter were equally exceptional. His granddaughter had been competing with Zhan Wei for years, and they were evenly matched.
With this thought, Old Lan’s mood calmed considerably.
“Young Zhan, you’re here. Come, sit.”
Old Lei, having no grudges with either side, treated the Lan family and Zhan Wei with the same warmth.
He was even a bit friendlier toward Zhan Wei.
In Yang City, many elders admired Zhan Wei, though just as many envied or resented him.
“Old Lei invited me, so no matter how busy I am, I make time to come.”
Zhan Wei naturally took a seat between Old Lei and Old Lan.
Lan Ruoruo’s brow twitched.
She had a bad feeling about Zhan Wei’s intentions.
Old Lei laughed, “It’s you who thinks highly of me, Old Lei.”
“It should be said that Old Lei thinks highly of a young man like me.”
Zhan Wei smiled, then turned to Old Lan beside him, “Grandfather, you arrived quite early.”
Lan Ruoruo’s heart clenched.
Was it coming?
Was this guy about to tattle?
Zhang Cheng suddenly squeezed her hand and said softly, “Ruoruo, let’s sit for a bit and chat with your grandfather.”
“Alright.”
The two found seats nearby, not far from the two elders.
“Mr. Zhan, please call me Old Lan or Chairman Lan. Hearing you call me Grandfather makes me uneasy, since I’m not your grandfather. I’m jealous of your grandfather.”
Zhan Wei toned down his smile and said, “My grandfather passed away years ago. Seeing you, Grandfather Lan, I feel a sense of closeness, as if you were my own grandfather. You’re a bit younger than my grandfather was, but calling you Grandfather feels fitting.”
He was only two years older than Lan Ruoruo and two years younger than Lan Dongxiao.
Calling Old Lan Grandfather was entirely appropriate.
“Grandfather, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Zhan Wei suddenly leaned toward Old Lan’s ear and whispered, “A few days ago, Ruoruo, in front of many people, including my sister-in-law, called me her husband. She hadn’t met my sister-in-law before and misunderstood our relationship.”
“She slapped me out of jealousy. I explained everything to her, and we made up as if nothing happened.”
