Chapter 608: Visiting Card

Five o'clock in the morning.

The biological clock woke Cheng Ling up. She didn't open her eyes.

Outside the window, the cold wind from the Pacific Ocean blew the trees.

The room was dark and quiet. She lay on Jiang Qilan's shoulder, closing her eyes and listening to the wind outside.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Qilan's voice came from above.

"Uh-" Cheng Ling responded vaguely.

"Let's sleep a little longer." Jiang Qilan kissed the top of her head.

The bed was soft, and his embrace had a reassuring warmth. She is now a little star who covets glory and wealth, so staying in bed is the right choice.

So, she let herself fall asleep.

Until the phone on Jiang Qilan's bedside rang.

Jiang Qilan stretched out his hand and picked up the microphone.

"Hey-" he said.

The housekeeper's frightened voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sir, I'm very sorry to have disturbed you. Someone has sent a visit note, and I think it is necessary to report to you——"

Cheng Ling lay on his chest with her eyes closed, pretending to be woken up, but actually listened carefully with her ears raised.

She heard Jiang Qilan's voice coming from her chest: "Who sent it?"

"Mr. Lucian McDonnell." The butler's voice was full of awe.

This veteran American legendary politician missed the position of president by a narrow margin of five votes more than ten years ago. Although he did not run for president, he still had very high popularity.

Under the quilt, Cheng Ling wrote with her fingers: Finally here.

Jiang Qilan asked: "Did the person who sent the post say when he would come?"

The butler said: "It's ten o'clock this morning."

Jiang Qilan responded: "You can send the visiting note to my bedroom."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qilan kissed Cheng Ling's forehead: "My dear, it's time to get up. I have a very important guest to entertain in a moment."

Cheng Ling rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Well, then I'll make breakfast for you -"

The two of them played on the bed for a while like people in love.

The two are actually communicating with their fingers.

Jiang Qilan wrote on the back of her hand: [He came faster than I expected. 】

Cheng Ling: [Because he is worried that you said something to the Duke of Leinster that you shouldn't have said. 】

Jiang Qilan hesitated for a while: [Can I really regard him as an ally? 】

Cheng Ling wrote: [The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Just one thing, don't forget to monitor. 】

A few minutes later, the housekeeper knocked on Jiang Qilan's door.

The butler handed the gilded cardboard greeting note to Jiang Qilan with both hands: "Sir, this is Mr. Lucian's greeting note."

The bedroom door was open, and Jiang Qilan was leaning on the door frame.

The housekeeper lowered his head, fearing that he might accidentally see something in the bedroom that he shouldn't.

Jiang Qilan took the post, glanced at it, and then ordered: "Since there are guests coming, please arrange for the servants to clean up as soon as possible. Note that the windows must be opened in the reception room for ventilation. Mr. Lucian's trachea is not very good and he has high air requirements... …Also, prepare some purple fruits—Lucian likes foods rich in anthocyanins—"

"As you command, sir." The butler said, but he stood still and did not leave.

Jiang Qilan raised his head and glanced at the housekeeper. "What? Is there anything else?"

The butler hesitated for a while before speaking: "...How do you have breakfast?"

Cheng Ling said last night that he would prepare three meals for his master - who knows if he just said it on a whim?

People in the kitchen were in a difficult situation. The chefs did not dare to prepare breakfast for fear of preparing it. The female star felt that she was being looked down upon and was angry;

But what if the female star changes her mind and doesn’t make breakfast, and the master doesn’t have breakfast to eat, God, then the master will definitely be angry——

"Miss Cheng will make breakfast for me," Jiang Qilan said clearly, "You go prepare to receive the guests."

The butler then left with peace of mind.

Jiang Qilan looked at the post in his hand carefully: the post was very formal, following the interests of the aristocrats of the last century, and the wording was also very polite and respectful. It was written in some kind of cursive English with an ink blue pen:

[Dear Mr. Fang, I am Lucian. Mr. McDonnell, I have heard Mr. Fang's name for a long time, and I have always wanted to make friends with you but never had the chance.

I happened to be in California recently to deal with some matters. I heard that your residence is nearby. I thought I couldn’t miss the opportunity to make friends with you, so I sincerely ask you to meet me——

At ten o'clock this morning, I will drive outside the manor. If you are willing to meet me, please allow me to enter the manor.

If you don't want to meet, please ask the guard to tell me and I will turn around and leave——

The unexpected visit was my willfulness. I hope Mr. Fang won't take it personally.

Yours faithfully - Lucian. 】