Really, he’s clearly spending money on enjoying himself, but he’s sneaky about it like he’s keeping a mistress.
At this mont, Ji Yuanjie was pacing anxiously on the expensive imported carpet, clutching a letter with the words "Shen Zi’an" written on it, now crumpled tightly in his hand.
Every now and then, he’d notice the paper was wrinkled and would quickly try to smooth it out, complaining in his heart that Zi’an was really stingy, couldn’t he use a better quality paper to write to him? Blah blah blah... An entire afternoon passed in a haze of chaotic thoughts.
As the sky darkened, not a sound was heard, and Ji Yuanjie’s anxiety grew. If it weren’t for the paper in his hand, he’d think he was dreaming!
It’s Zi’an!
It must be Shen Zian!
Besides her, who else could have the exact sa handwriting and write the words "Shen Zi’an" to him?
This sentence must be a clue.
Ji Yuanjie poured himself a glass of Erguotou, downed it in one gulp, his face gradually reddening, and he plopped onto a chair, closed his eyes, his heart racing but his mind becoming clearer. He kept thinking, trying to make sense of this absurd situation.
First of all, Zi’an was already dead, and she’s been dead for ten years.
Back then, he personally went to the plane crash site, and it was indeed Zi’an.
There’s no way that’s wrong.
Secondly, the words "Shen Zi’an" were definitely written by Shen Zian.
That’s also not wrong.
So where exactly is the mistake?
How could soone who’s been dead for ten years have written him a letter?
Could it be a prank?
Ji Yuanjie suddenly opened his eyes, the whites streaked with bloodshot lines, giving him a sowhat fierce look that startled the young man with exquisite features who had co close to study him.
In fact, Ji Yuanjie was also startled by the sudden appearance of ng Ping.
"Why are you here?"
"I was just about to ask you!" ng Ping looked at Ji Yuanjie with a peculiar expression, "I an you, why are you drinking Erguotou for no reason? What happened to all that foreign liquor I gave you? Did you feed it to pigs?" As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught sight of the letter in front of Ji Yuanjie, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Huh! This writing, I think I’ve seen it sowhere before."
Just about to put away the paper, Ji Yuanjie froze and urgently asked, "You’ve seen it? You really have? Where did you see it?"
ng Ping thought for a mont and firmly said, "Shen Zi’an... It’s really familiar, I’m sure I’ve seen it, let think about it..."
Ji Yuanjie stared at him anxiously.
ng Ping stepped back disdainfully, fanning the air with his hand, "You sll like cheap alcohol, stay away from ."
"What’s ’cheap alcohol’, how does Erguotou offend you? It’s a national product, handed down from our ancestors. I’m telling you, your capitalist thinking is uncalled for."
ng Ping almost burst into laughter at his words, gesturing at the lavishly decorated room with full sets of imported furniture, "And you talk about being capitalist? Who gave you the courage."
"Alright, let’s not be the pot calling the kettle black, just hurry up and help think about it."
ng Ping and Ji Yuanjie, this pair of profiteers, have been criticized countless tis as capitalists. One loves luxury and enjoynt, the other is a lavish playboy. Whether it’s the Ji Family or the ng Family, they felt a headache just ntioning them both.
"I’m thinking about it now!" In fact, ng Ping had already rembered where he’d seen it, but today he ca to play spy for his little uncle. He didn’t want to end up being questioned about sothing and spilling the beans.
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