"These are so of the money A Cheng earned, he also asked to bring it to you." Ye Cheng took out an envelope and handed it to the elderly woman.
The grandma took it and felt the thick stack inside, utterly shocked: "How much money is this? Little Cheng actually earned so much!"
"A Cheng said you should use it first, and he will send you money regularly every month from now on."
The grandma was very moved upon hearing this: "That silly child, he should keep the money he earns for himself, why give it to an old woman like ? I have no worries about food and shelter here, I don’t need money. But he lives in a big city, there are many places to spend money. Little Cheng, grandma will save this money for you, to help you save up for a wife!"
Saying this, she looked again towards the guests, a kind smile appearing on her face: "Thank you so much for coming all the way to visit an old woman like . I’m happy Little Cheng has friends like you! Please, co inside and sit for a bit."
The grandma waited for a while before sensing sothing unusual, as if the people standing in front of her were already gone.
"Oh, why did they leave suddenly? I’m so embarrassed, didn’t even offer them a cup of tea..."
The grandma muttered, her hunched body holding a jar and that stack of money, walking into the house.
...
"Mr. Gu, I like your woman, can you give her to ?" Yamamoto Yu violently yanked Ji Wei’s hair, forcing her to look up.
Gu Moqian, covered in blood, lay on the ground, struggling to extend a hand to crawl towards Ji Wei.
"Mo Qian, don’t worry about , just go!" Ji Wei burst into tears, shaking her head desperately.
"Go? Do you think he can leave? I can send him to his grave with one shot!" Yamamoto Yu pulled out a gun with his other hand, aiming at the man who was desperately crawling forward on the ground.
"Let... let her go..." Gu Moqian, mouth full of blood, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes filled with deep anger and hatred.
"Please let him go, Yamamoto Yu, let him go!" Ji Wei cried like rain, enduring the pain of her hair being pulled, pleading.
"Let him go, fine." Yamamoto Yu suddenly gave her a wicked look, "Beauty, give yourself completely to , and I’ll let him go imdiately."
Before Ji Wei could speak, she heard a tearing sound, and her clothes were ripped into rags, exposing her alabaster smooth skin.
Yamamoto Yu’s coarse hand was about to reach toward her snowy chest—
"No, don’t touch !" Ji Wei scread, horror-stricken, clutching her chest with both hands, shouting harshly.
"Old bastard... let her go... if you dare touch her... I’ll never... let you go, even if I die!" Gu Moqian, trembling with rage, eyes on the brink of breaking, his fingers gripping the cent floor tightly, moved his bloody body forward with all his strength.
"You want to die so much, I’ll grant you that!" Yamamoto Yu snarled ominously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ear-splitting gunfire echoed endlessly in the space, and the man fell silently into a pool of blood...
"No, no!!!"
Ji Wei’s piercing screams echoed continuously.
The next second, she reached her arms into the air, her eyes wide open in terror.
The bedside lamp was turned on by Gu Moqian, and Ji Wei saw the ceiling above her, eyes still dazed, not yet processed out of the nightmare she just had.
"Weiwei, did you have a nightmare?" A man’s clear and concerned voice ca from beside her, and Ji Wei finally regained so sense, slowly turning her head.
The man’s perfectly handso face was gentle and charming in the light, his jawline breathtakingly perfect. His thin lips slightly parted, deep black eyes like starry seas, looking at her with endless tenderness.
He was wearing the sa silk pajamas as she was, without bloodstains, without the bullet holes; he was clean, elegant, untouched by dust.
Ji Wei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything that happened just now was all a dream.
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