Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Zhao Zhuoran and Ye Huanxi arrived the earliest. The lecture started at 10 o'clock, but they arrived at 9 o'clock. Ye Huanxi told Zhao Zhuoran that Jin Yuanyuan was Jin Yuanbao's assistant secretary for the day and had a lot of things to do, so she might not be able to come out to pick them up and take them into the campus. Therefore, it was better to arrive early.

Zhao Zhuoran arrived at the door at 8:50 and was waiting, which made Ye Huanxi a little embarrassed.

When Jin Yuanyuan came out to greet them, she saw Zhao Zhuoran and was slightly embarrassed, but she still smiled and said, "Welcome, welcome. Today is my dad's day, and I have to help out. I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of him. Please forgive me."

"Don't give me that kind of treatment." Ye Huanxi laughed, showing off the two large bags of macarons in her hand. "I ordered two hundred macarons from our hotel's catering department, that should be enough, right?"

"Oh my! Ye Huanxi, I love you to death!" Jin Yuanyuan hugged Ye Huanxi. Zhao Zhuoran quickly took the two large bags from Ye Huanxi's hands, and said with a little embarrassment, "Well, I'm not as good as Sister Huanxi. I just brought all the Perrier water from my shop. It's in the trunk now. Can I get my car in to unload it?"

"Huh? Such a big spender?" Jin Yuanyuan exclaimed in shock. "This is a bit much..."

"Wholesale Perrier water, not expensive." Zhao Zhuoran was quite extravagant. "Uncle Jin is giving a lecture, so we have to give him a proper reception."

"Okay! I think it's a good idea!" Since they've already brought them to the door, there's no reason not to accept them. Jin Yuanyuan immediately contacted the organizers and had all the items moved into the lecture hall.

Jin Yuanbao was quite happy to see Zhao Zhuoran and started chatting with him again, talking about the progress of the restoration of the ancient buildings of Wangxi Pavilion. The staff around were quite fascinated and gathered in a large circle.

Jin Yuanyuan and Ye Huanxi quickly arranged the macarons and Perrier water, making them look very elegant and prestigious.

"When is Zhang Dali coming? It's almost starting, he should have come to help sooner," Ye Huanxi said, somewhat displeased. "Cao Xiaoyu just told me that he and Jin Feiyan are stuck on the overpass and we'll have to wait a bit longer."

"He's busy, he's the team leader in the loan department, very busy. I gave him the time and place, and he said he can come in by himself, I don't need to worry about him." Jin Yuanyuan smiled and began preparing the connection between the computer and the large screen, and also began testing the microphone.

When Cao Xiaoyu and Jin Feiyan arrived, they brought a large bouquet of flowers, which looked absolutely beautiful. Jin Yuanyuan quietly gave them a thumbs-up to express her gratitude.

It wasn't just Jin Yuanyuan, his daughter, who came to support Jin Yuanbao; his colleagues, peers, and many students studying ancient architecture all came, filling the large lecture hall to capacity. Ye Huanxi was so startled that she quietly asked Jin Yuanyuan if she had prepared too few macarons and water.

Jin Yuanyuan had done countless fashion public relations events, but this was her first time giving an academic lecture like this. She was also taken aback by the huge crowd of people. After calming down for a while, she said, "That's fine, whatever, do whatever you want."

"There are generally five types of ancient building restoration: routine maintenance, protection and reinforcement, existing renovation, key restoration, reconstruction on the original site, and of course, reconstruction in a different location..." Jin Yuanbao began his lecture, and Jin Yuanyuan was also attentively helping him turn the pages of the PPT. The father and daughter had a great understanding. Jin Yuanbao also liked to tell examples and jokes. The whole course was originally two hours long, but it dragged on for three hours and still showed no signs of ending.

Everyone enjoyed listening to him, and even at the end, they swarmed around him to get his contact information and take photos. Zhao Zhuoran, with his naturally long legs, took the lead, ran over first, and stuffed the bouquet that Cao Xiaoyu and the others had prepared into Jin Yuanbao's hands, then began to maintain order for him…

Standing next to him, Jin Yuanyuan suddenly felt a fleeting sense of déjà vu, as if she were back at the perfume event that day. He was still dressed in a white shirt and black suit, sharp and professional. The two knew exactly what to do next with just a glance, their teamwork was impeccable, and they worked efficiently.

Jin Yuanbao originally wanted to wait until everyone left before he left, saying he wanted to experience what it felt like for a university professor to leave get out of class. However, everyone refused to leave and wanted to applaud and send the professor off. Cao Xiaoyu, Jin Feiyan, and Ye Huanxi were also making a fuss on the side, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.

In the end, Zhao Zhuoran and the school organizers escorted Jin Yuanbao out of the lecture hall, giving him a taste of what it's like to be a celebrity professor. Jin Yuanyuan stayed behind to pack up her computer and other belongings. Some lecturers came up to her asking for her contact information, and Jin Yuanyuan responded politely to each of them.

When the last person came forward, Jin Yuanyuan was tidying up empty Perrier bottles with her head down. Without looking up, she said directly, "Wait a moment. If you need Teacher Jin's course materials, just send them to my email."

"Oh, I wanted your phone number, classmate." Zhang Dali appeared in front of Jin Yuanyuan with a big smile. In the huge lecture hall, the two of them seemed to have returned to their student days in that instant, continuing the meeting that they hadn't finished that day.

Jin Yuanyuan looked at him and suddenly burst into tears.

Zhang Dali pulled her into his arms and whispered, "Yuanyuan, I really missed you."

If Ye Huanxi hadn't come to find Jin Yuanyuan, the two of them probably would have hugged for another five minutes. Ye Huanxi coughed several times before the two finally separated.

"Well, Uncle Jin said he's going to have dinner with the organizers here, and he's inviting everyone to come along."

"Oh." Jin Yuanyuan felt an awkward sensation, like she'd been caught having a crush by her mother. Zhang Dali, however, remained calm and smiled at Ye Huanxi. "I'm Zhang Dali."

"I know." Ye Huanxi's smile wasn't entirely sincere, but it was there nonetheless. "Let's go together. It's the school cafeteria anyway, we can all eat boxed lunches. Hurry up, there's going to be no more food!"

"Okay, okay." Jin Yuanyuan laughed, feeling as if she had returned to her student days.

Zhao Zhuoran also came to help, since he was the one who carried the Perrier water over, and he was also responsible for collecting the trash. "Sister Yuanyuan, you guys go ahead, I can manage on my own."

"No way, didn't we always clean up and finish together before?" Jin Yuanyuan was very professional and insisted on cleaning up and finishing with him.

Zhang Dali and Ye Huanxi had no choice but to stay and help clean up.

Jin Yuanyuan glanced at Zhang Dali. He was still wearing a white shirt, no tie, and glasses—a typical image of a refined scoundrel. Only now did she realize how deeply he had impressed her; that her long-standing liking for men in white shirts stemmed from Zhang Dali. That year, in their high school graduation photo, he wore a white shirt; in their solo photo together, he was also wearing a white shirt.