The banquet drew to a close.
People began to leave, one after another.
Song Zhizhi noticed that Xin He seed to be preparing to leave as well.
To be precise, she had spent the entire night intentionally and unintentionally observing his every move.
It was only until this mont that she quickly approached him.
Ji Baijian was at that mont also entertaining so guests at his father’s side, given that he was reportedly due to join the company next Monday, his day had been far from leisurely.
"Uncle Xin," called Song Zhizhi.
Xin He smiled and asked, "Zhizhi, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I’ve just joined the comrcial managent agency, and I’m in my probation period and need to draft a proposal. I was initially planning to reach out to Baijian’s father, but he’s been really busy tonight, and he’s usually unavailable too, so if you don’t mind, Uncle Xin, I would like to ask you so questions."
"No problem, go ahead," Xin He was especially friendly.
Consequently, Song Zhizhi started asking so professional business-related questions.
Xin He answered with great detail.
Unable to think of more ways to prevent the impending accident, Song Zhizhi could only resort to delaying ti.
She hoped that missing the timing of the car accident could drastically change things.
After engaging Xin He in about an hour’s worth of conversation, most of the people in the great hall had left, and Ji Baijian completed his social responsibilities and approached.
"Uncle Xin," Ji Baijian also greeted him with great respect.
"Baijian, I heard from your father that you’re joining the company."
"I can’t play around all the ti."
"You are all so ambitious.
"You flatter , Uncle," Ji Baijian responded humbly, then turned to Song Zhizhi and said, "It’s getting late."
"Oh no, I got carried away chatting with Uncle, delaying his return ho," Song Zhizhi feigned surprise, "Let’s go together."
Xin He nodded in agreent with a chuckle.
The group exited the banquet hall.
Song Zhizhi watched as Xin He’s sedan left.
Ji Baijian gave her a aningful look, "You’re not worried about the Xin Family, are you?"
"No," Song Zhizhi laughed, "I was wondering if saving a life is greater than building a seven-storey pagoda."
Ji Baijian frowned.
"It’s late, let’s head back," Song Zhizhi laughed.
Ji Baijian didn’t press further.
Ji Baijian dropped Song Zhizhi off at her place first.
When Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang returned to the Song Family’s residence, it was already late.
The two of them went to their respective rooms.
Luo Xiaolang’s room was next to Song Zhizhi’s.
Song Zhizhi had just finished taking a shower when she heard a knock on her door.
Song Zhizhi opened the door.
Luo Xiaolang said, "I can’t find iodine and band-aids in the house."
"Are you hurt?" As Song Zhizhi asked this, she walked out of her room to look in the living room.
"My foot got banged by high heels." Luo Xiaolang responded, sighing,"Apparently it’s different from stilt walking."
Song Zhizhi felt both amused and sympathetic.
She got the first-aid kit from ho, brought Luo Xiaolang back to her room, glanced at the bloody imprint on her heel, and scolded her sowhat reproachfully, "Why didn’t you say sothing earlier?"
"It doesn’t hurt that much."
No way.
Song Zhizhi knew what it felt like to get banged by high heels!
She sat by Luo Xiaolang’s bed and helped her apply dicine.
Luo Xiaolang watched her.
When she left the martial art world, her master had told her that people outside were cunning and that everything was interest-oriented, so she must not casually trust anyone.
Yet, at this mont, she felt that what her Master told her was not entirely correct.
She felt that Song Zhizhi treated her very well.
"What did Yin Qin want you at the banquet?" Song Zhizhi asked while carefully applying dicine on Luo Xiaolang.
"I don’t know." Luo Xiaolang didn’t know why Yin Qin wanted to see her.
She felt different from ordinary people.
She felt different from the few people she had interacted with!
"He took to a group of his friends, then went to find Ji Baixing, and then appeared to leave in anger." Luo Xiaolang said, concluding, "Yin Qin and Ji Baixing are enemies."
Song Zhizhi couldn’t help but laugh.
Poor innocent girl.
She said, "Not quite. Yin Qin really likes Ji Baixing, but Ji Baixing doesn’t like him. So, to find a presence in front of Ji Baixing, he would intentionally say things that make people think he doesn’t like Ji Baixing. It’s all just childish."
Luo Xiaolang looked rather perplexed.
"There you go." Song Zhizhi didn’t say much, she finished applying the dicine and the bandage on Luo Xiaolang, "Go to bed early."
"Okay."
After Song Zhizhi left, she laid down on the bed.
In her previous life, she couldn’t rember if Yin Qin had married Ji Baixing.
Nor could she rember who the two of them or anyone else had married to.
In her previous life, she was too indifferent to these matters.
...
The following day.
As it was a weekend, Song Zhizhi slept until she woke up naturally.
After getting up and washing, she went downstairs.
Downstairs, Song Shan and Nie Wenzhi were discussing sothing.
After the incident with Nie Xiaofei, Nie Wenzhi took so ti to recover from sorrow, but their relationship with Song Shan has now improved.
"Zhizhi, you’re up," Nie Wenzhi called her affectionately, "I had a servant prepare your breakfast. I’ll go call them."
"No need, I can handle it myself." Song Zhizhi knew that Nie Wenzhi’s kindness was deliberate.
Nie Wenzhi also knew that Song Zhizhi wouldn’t easily trust her.
But despite the insincerity, they still lived together.
"Zhizhi, I need to visit the Xin Family later. Would you like to co with ?" Song Shan asked.
"What happened?" Sitting on the couch waiting for the servant to serve breakfast, Song Zhizhi asked.
"Oh dear," Song Shan sighed, "Xin He had a car accident last night. Despite hospitalization, he couldn’t be saved, and his death was announced early this morning. What a sha!"
Song Zhizhi stared at her father in astonishnt.
So...she was unable to prevent it.
Her heart inexplicably echoed with tremors, as if a life had slipped away from the palm of her hand.
"Zhizhi?"
"Hmm," she recovered her sense, "Alright, I’ll accompany you."
"I’ll wait for you to finish breakfast."
Sitting at the dining table, Song Zhizhi thought for a mont then sent a ssage to Ji Baijian, "Uncle Xin has passed away."
"The entire Jin City knows, very sudden, it’s quite a major news."
She hadn’t had ti to check the news yet. She sent another text, "Are you going?"
"I’ll be going with my father later."
" too. Going to eat breakfast first, then head over."
"I’ve been wondering about what you ant by ’saving a life’ last night."
"So, you believe that I’ve been reborn," Song Zhizhi didn’t feel like hiding anything from Ji Baijian.
"Then why didn’t you know about the puppet master in your family?"
"Isn’t that because I didn’t live long enough last ti?" Song Zhizhi retorted grumpily.
"True. In your favorite palace dramas, you usually die around the second episode."
"Ji Baijian!" Song Zhizhi was annoyed.
"I’ve got things to do, bye."
Song Zhizhi put her phone aside.
How could Ji Baijian speak so bitterly?
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