Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time
Chapter 245: Meeting Gift

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Meeting Gift

When Chuchu arrived at the place she had agreed to meet Mai Qiqi, the car stopped, and she got out to wave goodbye to Lishan.

As soon as Lishan’s car left, Mai Qiqi rushed out, grabbed her arm, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Wan Chuer, you’re actually Grandpa Zhong’s only relative, his granddaughter! Who would’ve thought you had such a prestigious background? From now on, you have to look out for me..."

Seeing her frenzied state, Chuchu couldn’t help but dig her ear.

"You didn’t even tell me. Wan Chuer, are we still besties or not?" The next second, Mai Qiqi puffed up with anger and berated Wan Chuer for not being loyal.

Wan Chuer wrapped an arm around her shoulder and walked towards the nearby café, "Calm down, calm down. I only found out a few days ago myself. Although I’ve gained a grandfather by blood, I am still me. I won’t suddenly become a pampered lady, nor will I be an upstart engaging in despised activities."

Mai Qiqi scrutinized her with a side glance, seeing her as composed as ever, and couldn’t help but grumble resentfully:

"Wan Chuer, do you even know what status you have now? How can you stay so calm? Ahh, do you realize how punchable you’re being?"

Wan Chuer spread her hands: "So what should I do, Miss Mai?"

This girl really was jealous, envious, and resentful.

Mai Qiqi extended her clenched fists one finger at a time: "If it were me, first of all, I would want to announce it loudly to everyone, make all those who looked down on me drop their jaws; secondly, I would... I would..."

As it turns out, she pondered for a long time but couldn’t come up with anything else to do next. Acting like an upstart really wasn’t her style, and she wasn’t lacking in clothing or going hungry in her usual life; she grew up wealthy.

Wan Chuer couldn’t help but start laughing, "Alright, miss, what’ll you have? It’s my treat, within fifty yuan."

As for the 1888 set meal, that was definitely out of the question.

Mai Qiqi rolled her eyes at her, but she had no way to deal with her. The two found a corner and started chatting quietly.

"I heard you made a big scene at the Su Family’s banquet yesterday and really dealt with Zheng Yun. Do you know what everyone is saying about you now?"

"What are they saying?" asked Wan Chuer casually.

Mai Qiqi clicked her tongue twice and said, "Now everyone says that in the future, they can offend anyone but not you, even crossing the King of Hell is less dangerous than crossing you."

Wan Chuer raised an eyebrow, indifferent. If this meant she would have fewer troubles in the future, that would be the best.

Mai Qiqi suddenly said, "If the Jiang Family finds out you are Grandpa Zhong’s granddaughter, I wonder how they will react. When do you plan to meet the Jiang Family?"

"Soon."

In fact, she made this decision after also considering these matters. Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang were genuinely kind people, but other relatives in the Jiang Family were not without their intrigues and ulterior motives.

Meeting them sooner rather than later, to settle things to avoid further complications and surprises.

Mai Qiqi spoke in a hushed voice, "I’ll tell you some things about the Jiang Family, so you’re not clueless when you meet them.

The Jiang Family started to rise in Uncle Jiang’s generation. Uncle Jiang joined the military from a peasant background, then gradually climbed up the ranks.

Grandpa Jiang is the traditional type of village elder, valuing sons over daughters, and very much a patriarch. Although the Jiang Family doesn’t live with Grandpa Jiang, he still likes to be the head of Brother Jiang’s household.

Grandma Jiang is somewhat unclear, seems like she has dementia.

Actually, Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang are very nice people, but it’s the other relatives in the Jiang Family who tend to be less understanding.

You should ask Brother Jiang for more details; it’s not my place to say too much."

Wan Chuer gripped a glass of water tightly in her hand, her face calm as she listened to Mai Qiqi talk about the Jiang Family, but inside she was anything but serene.

In truth, she knew much more than Mai Qiqi. Second Uncle Jiang, Third Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang, she was well aware of all people and matters related to the Jiang Family.

Even Jiang Kechu’s most recent blind date might have been orchestrated by Aunt Jiang, after all, her presence once thwarted many of Aunt Jiang’s plans.

This time her status has changed, and she wonders if people’s attitudes towards her will change as well.

The scorn and contempt of the past, and the overt and covert suppression and framing—could they all turn into fawning this time?

Chuchu took a sip of water, a faint smile appearing on her face.

After parting with Mai Qiqi, she didn’t rush to take a car home but strolled slowly down the street, alone with the breeze and lost in her memories.

After a long walk, she took out her phone and dialed Jiang Kechu.

"Uncle Jiang, I’ve agreed to go home with you to see the uncles and aunts, but Grandpa said you need to meet with him first."

Jiang Kechu on the other end of the line was very excited and agreed without hesitation, asking, "Did the old man mention when he wants me to come over?"

"No, you set a time, and let me know once it’s decided."

"Sure, no problem."

After she finished speaking with Jiang Kechu, she called Brother Lishan at home to say she’d be back for dinner. Then she hailed a taxi and headed to a large supermarket.

She occasionally heard that Bai’s Pickles were sold in that supermarket. Boss Hu from Wanzhou did an impressive job, bringing the pickle business to Beijing.

The pickle craftsmanship was something her grandmother had taught her mother, and although it might not quite live up to her grandmother’s skill, it was probably the closest thing.

When she got home, the meal wasn’t ready yet, and Yan Hui was also there.

Ever since Mrs. Zhu from Yan Hui’s family had been borrowed by her family, Yan Hui often came over for meals, which was understandable.

"I’m back, Grandpa, look what delicious thing I’ve bought for you." Chuchu playfully presented the Bai’s Pickles as if unveiling a treasure.

Old Sir Zhong savored the moment Chuchu had called him "Grandpa" and examined a jar of pickles carefully in cooperation.

"Bai’s Pickles, oh, is this the pickle business you and your mother ran before selling it to someone else?" He recalled the information from earlier investigations.

Chuchu smiled and said, "The method and recipe for these pickles all come from my mother, who I heard learned from Grandma. These pickles are the tastiest when eaten with rice; Brother Lishan and Mr. Yan should try them today too."

Lishan and Yan Hui quickly agreed.

Old Sir Zhong caressed the jar of pickles for a long while in silence, seemingly lost in memories, then suddenly said, "Yes, these pickles are the best accompaniment for a meal."

At the dinner table, everyone was full of praise for the pickles.

Lishan commented, "Indeed, the taste is quite good."

"Boss Hu is really talented; he’s brought the pickles all the way to Beijing, so we can enjoy them anytime we want."

Old Sir Zhong had a great appetite today, eating two bowls of rice before setting down his chopsticks.

After the meal, Yan Hui said with a smile, "Lishan and I were both taken in by Grandpa Zhong from the orphanage. Now that Grandpa Zhong has found you, you’ll be a sister to Lishan and me. We’ve discussed and prepared a welcoming gift for you."

Lishan presented a brand-new car key, saying, "My gift to you is a small car. Once you get your driver’s license, you can drive it out for fun. The car is downstairs in the garage."

The black car key sported a Jeep logo on the back, suggesting it was a Jeep.

Yan Hui then pushed a bank card towards her with a smile:

"I initially wanted to give you a car as well, but Lishan beat me to it. Not sure what else to give, I came up with something cliché—this card has two million in it. If there’s anything you want to buy, go ahead, consider it a lazy gesture from your brother, and don’t think less of me for being so conventional."

Chuchu was a bit dizzy from the boldness of these two gestures and looked towards Old Sir Zhong at her side.