In the small garden, Old Master Jiang sat in his wheelchair for a long time. It was such a long time that the nurses taking care of him became afraid that he would catch a cold. They quietly went into the house, brought out a blanket, and put it on his lap. They were hesitant to comfort him. "Old Master, please don't be too sad. All children are like this. If some children perform well, other children perform poorly.
"The young master and Miss Xianrou both have good grades, it doesn't matter if she has poor grades. It's not like you need her to be very promising or that she needs to earn a lot of money in the future."
Old Master Jiang pulled the blanket over his knees. He smiled bitterly and said, "You don't understand. Nian Nian is special. She wants to be together with Wangchuan in the future. Her education is the minimum requirement."
It wasn't so easy to join the Ye family.
Furthermore, Ye Wangchuan's identity alone was already special enough within Beijing. As soon as it was announced that Qiao Nian would be his fiancee, who knew how many people would scrutinize her every move? He was already old, how much help could he give to Qiao Nian when that time came?
Could he rely on Jiang Zongnan?
Although he was old, he could still read the room. He could tell that his daughter-in-law did not welcome Nian Nian. Xianrou also did not welcome her.
After thinking for a while, Old Master Jiang took out his cell phone and steeled his heart. He said, "I'm going to call the principal of Qing University."
If they wanted to get in through the back door, it was expected that someone should speak up.
The younger generation did not have enough reputation. It was up to him to ask for a favor.
In the principal's office in Qing University, the principal went to pick up a cup of tea. He took a sip, enough to moisten his throat. Before he could drink enough to quench his thirst, his cell phone rang.
"Principal, your phone is ringing."
"I know, I can hear it."
The principal hurriedly took another sip and screwed the lid back on. He then put down his cup and walked over to the table, where his cell phone was ringing.
He was surprised when he saw the caller ID. With a stunned look on his face, he picked it up. "Old Master Jiang is calling me?"
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