The middle-aged man dressed in black gave him a kindly smile. "That's right. You're the one I'm here to pick up."
Fang Lele let out an "Oh," blinking his large eyes. After looking the man over, he hurriedly offered a stiff, polite smile.
"Hello, Uncle Ji."
The middle-aged man paused, then broke into a smile. "You've misunderstood. I'm the Ji Family's driver, not Mr. Ji."
He had mistaken him for someone else. Fang Lele rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
"The car's outside. Let's head out first."
The driver moved to take his luggage as he spoke, but Fang Lele hurriedly stopped him, saying he could manage it himself.
He hadn't brought anything when he went to Capital City. Even the suitcase in his hand was one Cheng Yue had just gotten ready for him.
Seeing that he really didn't have much luggage, the driver didn't insist and led him out of the station.
Sucheng was a city full of charm. Pale brick walls and dark roof tiles lined the roads, willow branches hanging in slender strands. Everywhere he looked was steeped in the poetic beauty of Jiangnan's canal towns.
The car rolled leisurely into a broad but quiet lane. Black gates slipped past his eyes one after another before they finally stopped at the house at the far end.
It was a garden residence unique to the Sucheng style, with pavilions and terraces built beside the water. Beautiful ornamental windows perfectly framed the flowers and greenery.
Though made by human hands, it seemed a creation of nature.
Every step revealed a new scene, every scene a painting.
Fang Lele had grown up in a plain, old house in a mountain village. Standing in this picturesque courtyard now, he almost felt as though he had stepped into a fairyland.
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