The moment the words fell, Lin Sihui’s face instantly turned ugly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
What “engagement changing hands”?
Gu Qianhe had never mentioned this to her!
“Huihui… I actually wanted to tell you for a long time, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Gu Qianhe comforted Lin Sihui with a wronged expression. “Let’s go in first — if we delay any longer, we’ll miss our reservation.”
Lin Sihui opened her mouth again but, seeing the tears hanging in Gu Qianhe’s eyes, swallowed her words back down. “Let’s go.”
As they left, Lin Sihui shot Jiang Lai a vicious glare.
Jiang Lai didn’t even look at them.
The two quickly arrived at their reserved private room. Just as they were about to push the door open, a waiter subtly stepped in front of them.
“Sorry, Miss Gu — your reservation has been canceled.”
“What do you mean?” Gu Qianhe’s smile froze.
The Lan Ting private room had been booked by Song Qin a full month in advance, using countless connections to secure the slot.
“Our boss said that Miss Gu and Miss Lin disturbed an important guest at Lan Ting just now. Not only today — from now on, neither of you need to make reservations here again.”
“Important guest? You mean Jiang Lai?!” Lin Sihui suddenly realized.
When they came in earlier, they had only run into Jiang Lai.
Wasn’t she just a countryside girl? How could she know Lan Ting’s owner — and make them protect her like this?
“Yes.” The waiter kept his professional smile and picked up his walkie-talkie.
“Security team, please come to the top floor — two people need to be escorted out.”
Inside the private room.
After arranging the dishes neatly, the waiter left.
Pei Jingchuan spoke calmly, “I’ve already handled Gu Qianhe and Lin Sihui. They won’t be able to enter Lan Ting again.”
Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to herself.
He had been downstairs on the phone — how did he know what happened just now?
“How did you know?” she asked.
Pei Jingchuan paused briefly, speaking as casually as if mentioning what he had for dinner.
“Lan Ting belongs to me. The manager told me when I came upstairs.”
“Tsk — President Pei has quite a few private businesses.” Jiang Lai said a little sourly.
She had always thought her savings were decent — but compared to a tycoon like him, she was still far behind.
With the Pei family empire plus his personal investments, he probably controlled half of Nancheng.
“Not bad. If I had too little, I’d be afraid Miss Jiang would look down on me.” His tone carried a hint of teasing.
After dinner, Jiang Lai went to Ren’ai Hospital.
Because of what happened before, Song Yue no longer dared to block her from entering the ward.
“You finally remembered to come see your grandfather.” Old Master Song laughed and pulled her to sit beside the bed.
“How have you been lately, Grandpa?” Jiang Lai asked with concern.
“Same as always… no major problems, but I still need to stay for observation.”
He glanced helplessly at the medical report.
“Honestly, I don’t understand these things anyway. The doctors say it’s fine, so I just leave it at that.”
Jiang Lai picked up the report and photographed several key pages.
On the way here, she had contacted Leon Lab’s founder, Brusen, who said he needed to review the medical records before judging whether treatment was possible.
Song Yue scoffed from the side, “What’s there to photograph? You’d think you really found some miracle doctor.”
Jiang Lai put her phone away and glanced at her lightly.
“Auntie, instead of worrying about me, you should think about how to resolve the strange things happening to you.”
From the moment she walked in, she had noticed that Song Yue had new bruises and moved her hands awkwardly — clearly, she had been having accidents recently.
Song Yue choked up. “I’ve already hired people to look at it — I don’t need you to meddle!”
She had already consulted several “masters,” spent a lot of money, and collected many talismans — but nothing worked.
“Didn’t I give you the Zhuang family master’s contact before? You might as well ask him,” Jiang Lai said casually.
Song Yue was instantly speechless.
She had already deleted that WeChat contact — now how could she shamelessly go back?
“Stop talking nonsense,” Song Qin scolded in a low voice, mindful of Old Master Song.
Song Yue waved her hand. “Of course I don’t believe her — I’m not stupid.”
Still, after saying this, she secretly opened WeChat and hesitated before clicking the contact card Jiang Lai had recommended earlier.
Old Master Song had more examinations scheduled, so Jiang Lai didn’t stay long and returned to Minlai Apartment.
In the taxi, she messaged Brusen.
[Jiang Lai: Brusen, I sent you my grandfather’s medical records. Please check if treatment is possible.]
After a while, he replied.
[Brusen: Master Jiang, I’ve reviewed them. If you entrust him to our lab, there is absolutely no problem. I can fly to China next week.]
[Brusen: By the way, could you also check my fortune? I’ve been feeling unlucky lately — I’d feel better if you divined for me.]
Jiang Lai finally relaxed and replied, “Okay.”
If Brusen said it could be done, then it was almost certain.
Her grandfather’s illness could be treated.
She then logged into her alternate WeChat account — several friend requests from Song Yue appeared.
Jiang Lai smiled and clicked “Accept.”
Immediately, a message popped up:
[Song Yue: Master, I’m willing to pay six million — can you help me improve my luck first?]
Jiang Lai typed slowly:
[It’s eight million now.]
The “typing…” indicator appeared and disappeared repeatedly.
Soon, another message came.
[Master, please send me your bank account — I’ll arrange the transfer right away. Just… can you schedule this as soon as possible?]
Jiang Lai sent her a newly opened overseas account, then followed with a time and place:
[Tomorrow night, 7 p.m., Lan Ting — Room 1663.]
After that, she put her phone away and stopped replying.
On the other side, Song Yue checked her balance, gritted her teeth, and wired the 8 million without hesitation.
She couldn’t wait any longer — just now, when she left the hospital, she had nearly been hit by a runaway truck.
Eight million to change her luck?
It was nothing compared to her life.