Following the man upstairs to the third floor, she met Han Junyan in a private room on the west side.
Of course, Han Junyan was not the only one in the private room; there was also a woman in her fifties or sixties and a young man.
The woman wore a blue-black tribal dress, her long hair pinned up at the back of her head with a silver hairpin. Her stern face exuded the arrogance of someone accustomed to high status.
Meng Jingwei's heart skipped a beat, and she had a vague premonition.
Her attention was so focused on the woman that she had overlooked the handsome young man sitting beside her.
"Jingwei?"
Seeing her enter, Han Junyan immediately stood up.
His gaze towards her was filled with joy, and the ardor in his eyes was unconcealed. "Come in, I have something to tell you."
"What do you want to tell me?"
Meng Jingwei walked in and sat down in the direction Han Junyan gestured.
At this moment, another woman with a serious expression entered the room, brought a stool, and sat down between the elegant woman and the handsome young man.
"Let me introduce you. This is He Kaqing Tang from the Yin clan, and this is his translator. He is called He Kaling Chuan, the son of the Yin clan leader."
Han Junyan introduced their identities to Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei looked at the people before her, her heart filled with emotion. If not for her excellent memory, she might not have even remembered their names.
With the double surnames, Heka and Hexiao, she was almost dizzy.
However, she had heard the name He Kaqing Tang so many times that she was finally meeting him in person today.
"You are the daughter of He Xiaolanya? You truly have your mother's beauty from back then, graceful and very beautiful," He Kaling Chuan praised with a refined smile.
Meng Jingwei's left eyebrow twitched slightly. Even when facing the imposing He Kaqing Tang of the Yin clan, she showed no fear.
"Your Mandarin is quite good," Meng Jingwei said indifferently, making it impossible to guess her emotions.
"Hahaha, Miss Meng is too kind. Not only is my Mandarin good, but I am also proficient in eight languages, including English, French, and Russian," He Kaling Chuan proudly introduced his talents.
"Cough, cough..."
He Kaqing Tang coughed and tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at He Kaling Chuan.
He Kaling Chuan immediately fell silent, only smiling at Meng Jingwei without speaking further.
"You are Meng Jingwei?" He Kaqing Tang clasped his fingers on the table, fixing his sharp gaze on Meng Jingwei with an attitude like that of interrogating a prisoner.
Perhaps accustomed to his superior position, he had developed such an attitude.
The translator sitting beside them translated it again in Mandarin.
"Forget it, forget it, you can leave. I'll translate," He Kaling Chuan waved his hand at the translator and said to He Kaqing Tang, "I'm your own son, don't you trust me? You have to find a translator, looking down on me?"
He spoke in the Yin clan language, which Meng Jingwei couldn't understand, but her ear translator translated it all.
"Alright, you go out."
He Kaqing Tang glared coldly at He Kaling Chuan, then waved his hand at the translator, signaling her to leave.
The translator stood up, bowed to the people, turned, and left the private room, closing the door behind her.
The gazes of the three people opposite her remained fixed on her, but Meng Jingwei's distant gaze fell on Han Junyan.
"You deceived me quite badly. So, that fashion show back then, you knew I was there and went, right?"
Years ago, Shu Yao had dragged her to a jewelry exhibition at a fashion show. Because the jewelry on display that day includedivan's, and Shu Yao was a friend ofivan's, she had pulled Meng Jingwei along for the excitement.
Unexpectedly, Chu Xue had plotted againstivan's model, forcingivan to pull Meng Jingwei to fill in. He had also temporarily renamed the jewelry he designed as 'First Love'. Who would have thought that Han Junyan was present at that time.