This afternoon Jiang Shuya had an interview outside. By the time she finished, it was already four-thirty, so she didn't return to Meili Magazine, but first went to buy her grandmother's favorite almond walnut crisp from Fu Ji, and then took a taxi to the Jiang Family's mansion.
It had been a long time since she'd returned to the Jiang Family's home. As she stood once more in front of the mansion gates, looking through the intricately carved bronze doors at the trees and grass inside, her heart felt more melancholic.
She walked over to the doorbell and pressed it twice, waiting for someone to open the door.
An over-fifty-year-old gatekeeper came to the door. Seeing Jiang Shuya standing at the entrance, she gave him a smile: "Hello, Uncle Liu."
The old man's face was momentarily filled with delight, thinking he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes: "Young lady?"
