Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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“Madam,” a servant of the Tang family walked in quickly from outside the tea room, stopped beside Madam Hang, bowed and said, “Miss Tang Ran has come up to the third floor and will be here soon.”
Old Mrs. Hang raised her eyes and asked unhappily, “She’s been delayed for so long, why are you still reporting? Just bring her in directly.”
“I wanted to urge her, but…”
“But what?”
The servant did not rush to speak. He raised his head and glanced cautiously at the man sitting opposite Old Lady Hang – Old Man Luo, who had just returned and sat down, sipped his tea slowly without even looking over here.
The servant had no choice but to bite the bullet and whisper, “The young master of the Luo family is right next to Miss Tang Ran, protecting her and not letting anyone rush her.”
“…”
The old lady opened her eyes in surprise.
The tea room was originally quiet and the people were close to each other, so the servant’s words were clearly heard by everyone in the room.
The youngest, Tang Luoqian, was also the most impatient. Her face changed when she realized what was happening. She straightened up and looked at the servant in disbelief: “Who did you say is helping her?”
The servant repeated: “Young Master Luo.”
Tang Luoqian gritted her teeth: “Are you sure you saw right?”
The servant smiled bitterly and lowered his head: “Miss Luoqian, even if my eyesight is not good, I can recognize that young master. After all, he is a distinguished guest of our family.”
“But how could he be with that blind little——”
“Alright.”
Old Lady Hang interrupted Tang Luoqian’s words calmly and glanced over –
“Then just wait for them to come in.”
“…”
Tang Luoqian knew that she was in the wrong, so she came to her senses and quickly looked across – Old Man Luo seemed not to have heard the conversation, he was still sipping his tea without even raising his eyelids.
Tang Luoqian breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and looked at her grandmother with gratitude.
However, at this moment, she discovered that Mrs. Hang was looking at Mr. Luo and Butler Lin, who was smiling gently, with her brows slightly furrowed.
The tea room was silent for another ten seconds, and then there was a knock on the door.
There were three knocks. Just from the rhythm of the knocks, one could hear a kind of laziness and carelessness. Without waiting for a response, the sound of pushing the door open made the Tang family feel that this scene was very familiar.
But this time, the old man didn’t need to explain, as they could guess who was coming.
It was much later than the previous time, but the first sound that sounded was the sound of the blind stick tapping the ground.
Upon hearing the sound, Tang Luoqian couldn’t help but frown. She turned her face away angrily, but after a few seconds, she thought of Luo Zhan and what the servant was talking about and couldn’t help but glance back.
A moment later, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared almost at the same time beside the long screen in the tea room.
The young master of the Luo family, who had never looked at anyone straight in the eye since he entered the Tang family’s gate, had now put away his usual lazy and indifferent look, and was raising one hand to provide the little girl with a handhold.
It took almost half a minute to walk from behind the screen to the teapot, but there was no sign of impatience on that lazy and listless face.
When the two people arrived, the servant came to his senses and prepared a new seat for the little girl in the corner.
Luo Zhan helped the person over.
Tang Ran touched the edge of the armrest of the wooden chair and sat down carefully.
Luo Zhan was used to serving the little girl, so he subconsciously bent down to take Tang Ran’s cane, preparing to fold it and put it away for her, where she could reach it at any time.
However, just as he was about to apply force on the stick, he felt a slight pulling force in the opposite direction.
Luo Zhan raised his eyelids and saw the little girl in front of him looking extremely nervous. She clenched her blind stick again.
Luo Zhan understood.
He lowered his eyes and smiled silently.
Then Luo Zhan withdrew his hand and walked back to Old Man Luo’s side.
Behind him, the little girl listened to the direction of his footsteps and slowly turned over: “Hello, Grandpa Luo.”
The old man put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the quiet little girl with mixed feelings. He paused and nodded: “Good evening, Xiao Ran.”
Old Mrs. Hang frowned and withdrew her gaze from the young man who seemed not to feel the pressure of her gaze. She cleared her throat and seemed to be about to say something.
But before that, Mr. Luo looked aside.
“Did I ask you to sit down?”
“…”
Luo Zhan had just picked up the chair and was about to sit down, but he stopped when he heard the words.
He said nothing, just looked over lazily with his eyes drooping.
Old man: “How did you get up here with Xiao Ran?”
Luo Zhan didn’t raise his eyes, and his voice was lazy, just short of yawning: “We met on the stairs.”
“Why aren’t you usually so helpful?”
“Nothing, maybe I still have some humanity left.” Luo Zhan curled his lips coldly, his voice drifting to somewhere unknown, “Seeing the little girl walking alone, being ridiculed and urged by a mere manager, I almost thought I had traveled back to the slave society, I couldn’t help it.”
“…”
On the Tang family’s side, several people had different expressions.
The old man gave him a warning look and said coldly, “I think it’s you who delayed her. Come on, sit down.”
Luo Zhan, who had sat down consciously a second ago, lowered his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and replied lazily:
“Thank you, Lord. I am sitting down now.”
The old man nearly choked on his tea and turned to glare at him.
Luo Zhan ignored it, he just raised his eyes——
In the corner opposite, the little girl who was nervously holding her cane seemed to be stunned after hearing his words. Then she lowered her head and tried hard to hold back her laughter.
“…”
Luo Zhan glanced back.
After a few seconds, the corners of the young man’s lips were slightly raised on his cold and elegant profile.
The so-called clichés, which were topics among elders that were neither sensitive nor harmless enough to be joked about, also revolved around these fixed themes.
When it came to talking about the younger generation, it was the Tang family who started it first.
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