Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 100

Zhou General naturally couldn't make the decision on his own to arrange for Liu to meet Li Xiaoya and Wei Wenjuan. He first accompanied Wei Wenjuan to pick up Li Xiaoya at the school gate.

A black Rolls-Royce Ghost pulled up in front, and as the door opened, Wei Wenjuan's figure came into Wei Lin's view.

Wei Lin's eyelid twitched, also finding it absurd.

Wei Wenjuan was willing to step out of Guanghua Villa to accompany Li Xiaoya to the banquet, and for her sake, have dinner with the old master. Now he even came out to pick her up?

"Why did the young master come? I would have been enough here, how could we trouble you? It's not very convenient for you." This was Wei Lin's usual tactic.

Constantly reminding the other person, you have difficulty walking, don't do this, don't do that, just leave it to us.

But Wei Wenjuan showed no reaction to his words, his gaze passing straight over him to land on Li Xiaoya: "We have something to discuss with Xiaoya."

We?

Who else was in the car?

The car windows were tinted, and the interior light wasn't on, so the lack of reflection meant Wei Lin couldn't see who was sitting deeper inside.

Was it Wei Wenqing?

This uncertain doubt made Wei Lin unconsciously feel a sense of unease and irritation.

"Second Uncle," Li Xiaoya obediently called out, then took a few steps forward and hopped into the car.

By the time Wei Lin came to his senses, the car door in front of him had already closed.

"Little one," Zhou General, also sitting in the car, leaned over and briefly explained Liu's reaction.

He then said, "This matter probably still needs to be mentioned to Young Master Sheng."

Li Xiaoya looked at him: "You came to find me because you don't have Sheng Yuxiao's number?"

Zhou General laughed awkwardly: "Yes, you're so smart."

Li Xiaoya took out her own phone, dialed Sheng Yuxiao, and then handed the phone over: "Here, you talk."

On the other end, Sheng Yuxiao answered the call and immediately moved away from the crowd to a quiet place.

"Xiaoya, want me to come pick you up?"

"Young Master Sheng, it's me, Zhou Qiang."

"Oh, it's you." Young Master Sheng's tone changed instantly.

The change was so quick that Zhou General felt like crying. He wasn't that dislikable, was he?

Zhou General quickly repeated what he had told Li Xiaoya to Sheng Yuxiao in more detail.

"If he wants to meet, let him meet. The more open and aboveboard you are, the more uneasy he'll feel," Sheng Yuxiao said calmly, setting aside his cold tone.

"Yes, I thought the same, so I've already agreed to it."

"Mm, but when Xiaoya goes, she needs to pretend not to know Mr. Wei," Sheng Yuxiao furrowed his brow and pondered, "Someone else needs to accompany her."

Wei Wenjuan said, "That's not difficult to arrange."

"We can't use anyone from your family," Sheng Yuxiao said directly, then immediately contradicted himself: "Of course, I can't go either, and neither can Ning Heng and the others. Their identities are too easy to investigate."

"I'll borrow someone," Sheng Yuxiao said and hung up the phone.

Sheng Yuxiao immediately called his young uncle, Xu Ji.

The next day, when Li Xiaoya finished school, someone came looking for her at the school.

"Xiaoya! Xiaoya!" Someone called out her name loudly.

Many people turned to look at him.

It was a middle-aged man, his hair slicked back with gel, wearing a bright red polo shirt, dress pants with a belt, and carrying a leather bag. He looked like he had stepped out of a Hong Kong TV drama from the last century.

"So tacky."

"He looks so funny, haha, did he just come out of the TV?"

"Who is he?"

"He's here for Li Xiaoya."

"Who's Li Xiaoya?"

"The new girl in third grade!"

People coming and going from the school gate couldn't help but comment.

It was Dou Dawei.

Li Xiaoya recognized him at a glance.

Dou Dawei nervously raised his hand to touch his head. That hairstyle had taken him half an hour to style. The clothes were bought from the big mall in the county town, very boss-like. His buddies had all said it looked good, like a movie star!

But now...

Dou Dawei awkwardly endured the disdainful looks from the children, suddenly feeling that he might... embarrass Li Xiaoya.

So he stepped back two paces, thinking maybe he should hide behind the street trees.

"Who is that?" Wei Lin, being a busy man, naturally wouldn't remember a small fry like Dou Dawei, but just felt he looked familiar.

Li Xiaoya didn't answer Wei Lin's question. She gripped the strap of her shoulder bag and walked straight up to Dou Dawei: "Uncle Dou."

Dou Dawei immediately stopped hiding, but hunched his back a bit: "Why so formal, this is embarrassing, calling me uncle..."

"Why are you here?" Li Xiaoya interrupted his awkward pleasantries.

"I saw on the show that you're at this school, and I happen to be in Jin City these days setting up some merchandise, so I thought I'd come give you a surprise. Oh, my gift, where did I put it, hope no one stole it!"

Dou Dawei turned around in a circle, looking for his black bag, which had almost been thrown in the trash by a diligent cleaner.

He said sheepishly, "Looks like no one stole it."

"Xiaoya, we should go. The old master said there's another family dinner at the mansion tonight," Wei Lin urged subtly.

But while using the old master to pressure Wei Wenjuan and the others might work, it had never had any effect on Li Xiaoya.

Li Xiaoya said to Dou Dawei, "Come up to the car and we can talk."

Wei Lin's expression changed slightly: "Xiaoya, you brought Young Master Sheng to the family dinner last time. You're not planning to bring this person to the family dinner this time, are you?"

Dou Dawei hunched his back even more.

He wanted to say he wouldn't dare!

Li Xiaoya didn't respond. She first led Dou Dawei into the car, and before Wei Lin could get in, she closed the door. Finally, she poked her head out the window and said, "We're just going to talk. You wait for us outside."

Then the car window slowly rolled up.

Wei Lin: "..."

Dou Dawei asked, "That person hasn't bullied you, has he?"

"No."

"That's good." Dou Dawei hadn't realized that Wei Lin now looked more frustrated.

He bent down and started pulling things out of his pocket, saying as he did so, "I didn't want to bring such a big bag originally, but my wife said this bag is durable and can hold a lot..."

"This is cured meat, this is flower tea, these are homemade dried chili peppers, and uh, my wife insisted on making you a few pairs of insoles, though I don't think they're used much in big cities. I said you've already met your relatives, they'll take good care of you. But my wife insists that life in a big wealthy family isn't easy, she's been watching too many of those ridiculous TV dramas..."

"And this package, you must only open this one when you get back! Don't let anyone else see it! Only open it when you're alone." Dou Dawei pulled out a red cloth package, emphasizing repeatedly.