Su Aihong heard Xinyanâs question: "He said heâs your classmate, surname Jiang."
As soon as Xinyan heard this, she immediately got up and went to the front yard.
The call hadnât been hung up, so Xinyan quickly picked it up: "Hello Peiqin, is that you?"
"Itâs me, itâs me. Howâs the bride-to-be doing, need me to come over and keep you company?"
"Are you done with things on your end?"
Jiang Peiqin leaned back on the sofa: "Yeah, all done."
Xinyan couldnât help but laugh: "This time there wonât be any more accidents, right?"
Jiang Peiqin said a bit irritably: "If thereâs another problem, then letâs not even get married; it means weâre truly not meant to be together."
Xinyan understood what she was thinking: "Donât talk nonsense. You know perfectly well that Wenhao only has eyes for you."
Jiang Peiqin sighed lightly: "If something else goes wrong, Iâm afraid Iâll become a joke in the Beijing circle."
Xinyan could also understand her feelings; no matter the reason, it was quite upsetting: "Alright, if you really have nothing to do, why not come over and keep me company."
Jiang Peiqin also wanted a change of mood: "Alright, Iâll tidy up and come over."
Not long after they hung up, the Zeng Familyâs car brought her over.
Seeing a classmate coming over, He Jinxuan greeted them and then left.
Gu Wanqing and Han Jingchen also exchanged pleasantries and left the space for them to chat privately.
The two of them were whispering in the room, and occasionally laughter could be heard.
After gossiping enough, Xinyan finally asked: "Have you set a date?"
Jiang Peiqin pursed her lips for a long time without replying, making Xinyan think something happened again: "Oh come on, is there another little hiccup?"
Suddenly, Jiang Peiqin laughed: "I just knew you would react like this."
Xinyan reached out to tickle her: "Iâve been worried sick for you, and youâre deliberately making a fool of me."
Jiang Peiqin was afraid of being tickled by Xinyan: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldnât tease you, spare me."
Xinyan withdrew her hand, glaring: "Hurry up and explain."
Jiang Peiqin casually pulled a throw pillow from the sofa and hugged it: "Relax, the date is set for two days before school starts, itâs definitely no problem this time. Wenhao almost swore to my grandpa."
Thinking of that scene, the two of them burst into laughter.
Jiang Peiqin thought of something and sat up straight: "By the way, Yanyan, I heard a few days ago that Song Bingjing also married someone from the transport yard. Did you know about this?"
Xinyan brought over a watermelon that her aunt had sent earlier and put it in front of Jiang Peiqin: "Have a slice of watermelon."
Seeing Jiang Peiqin take one, Xinyan also took a slice and took a bite: "I ran into her in the transport yard a few days ago, but she didnât see me.
I heard from He Jinxuan that her father-in-law is in the transport teamâs auto repair group, but the guy she married works in the government motor pool."
Jiang Peiqin tossed the watermelon rind into the trash can before continuing: "I heard the Song Family is trying to climb up to people inside the government compound."
Xinyan nodded: "Song Bingjingâs fianceâs second sister married well, her husband works in a government department, so they probably made the connection."
Jiang Peiqin sat upright, looking at Xinyan: "Song Bingjing is crafty and has a lot of tricks up her sleeve. Plus, with her secret crush on Mu Haoming, she might secretly try things against you. Better be cautious."
Naturally, Xinyan wasnât so naive to ignore everything: "I know, but if she plays tricks, I wonât spare her any face.
Besides, I just donât get it. I have nothing to do with Mu Haoming, but just because weâre friends, sheâs filled with hostility towards me and resorts to trickery. Do you think thatâs fair?
Itâs really quite laughable."
Jiang Peiqin couldnât help but laugh: "You should ask Mu Haoming for compensation; itâs all because of his bad romances."
Xinyan also couldnât help but laugh: "Youâre right, next time I see him, I must bring it up. Itâs honestly quite infuriating; how innocent am I?"
Jiang Peiqin leaned closer to Xinyan: "I donât believe you havenât noticed that Mu Haoming genuinely likes you. Itâs no wonder Song Bingjing targets you."
Xinyan gave Jiang Peiqin a glare: "See through it, donât speak of it, got it?"
Thinking of the trouble Mu Haoming caused her: "But I donât like Mu Haoming. If she likes him, she should go for him. Why does Song Bingjing have to come to me to find a sense of existence?"