Just like the architecture in the British drama “Downton Abbey” she had watched, Ye Ling’s home gave her the first impression of a British noble family! An elderly gentleman in a suit stood by the iron gate, and when he looked over, he seemed to squint and take out reading glasses from his pocket before waving to An Xi.
“Are you Miss An Xi?”
The old gentleman looked quite cheerful.
“Yes, grandpa, is this Ye Ling’s home?”
Although she felt this was the only place that could be inhabited here, the most likely place, she still couldn’t help but ask.
But thinking about Ye Ling’s spaced-out lifestyle and her usual style, she suddenly felt it matched quite well!
“Yes! Please come in!”
The old man’s eyes crinkled like two small bridges, making him seem quite friendly.
“Okay, thank you.”
An Xi also smiled and followed the kind old man inside.
From the iron gate, the path was quite long… Walking on the natural grass, the soil soft and loose. An Xi even saw a horse stable over there… Did she time travel?!
“Please come in.”
The old man opened the door, and the interior was even more luxurious and noble, especially reminiscent of the villas where aristocrats live in movies.
On the sofa in the living room sat a dignified lady, wearing a beige shirt on top and a black leather skirt to the knee, with long, curly hair softly draped over her right shoulder, and a white pearl necklace on her smooth neck.
“Please sit, Miss An Xi. I’m Shu Ying, Ye Ling’s mother,” she smiled slightly, indicating for An Xi to sit beside her. “I’m sorry to trouble you to come to such a remote place.”
“It’s no problem, Auntie… What exactly happened to Ye Ling?
Xi An noticed that Shu Ying seemed quite anxious, but her good upbringing and etiquette completely prevented her from immediately bringing up the matter she needed help with. Therefore, Xi An asked directly.
“…Thank you! I’m truly relieved that Xiao Ling has a friend like you…”
