Ai Jiang had been quietly observing Chi Yao’s expression as she spoke. Seeing a change in his deanor, she continued, "Of course, this is just a desperate asure I thought of. Mr. Chi, you’re so capable, I’m sure you’ll have a better solution..."
Then, seizing the right mont, Ai Jiang swiftly changed the subject. "By the way, Mr. Chi, how about you take a bath? You must be uncomfortable after being up all night. I’ll have the kitchen prepare so food for you. You should rest a bit. After all, your physical health is paramount. If sothing were to happen to you now, wouldn’t Miss be in even worse shape?"
Chi Yao pondered for a mont, then nodded, agreeing with Ai Jiang’s suggestion.
After she had taken Chi Yao to the bathroom, Ai Jiang quickly took out her phone and sent a text ssage out: "You can proceed with the plan I arranged."
After the ssage was sent successfully, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Ai Jiang’s lips.
For a high and mighty woman like Chi Mu, wouldn’t a prison be more torture for her than a ntal hospital? Imagine, a sane person forced to be with a group of ntally ill people. Any resistance or struggle would be deed as an episode... wouldn’t Chi Mu be driven mad by this torture, even if she wasn’t insane?
No matter how noble Chi Mu’s background was, wasn’t she still played by Ai Jiang? Look at this luxurious villa... it belonged to Chi Mu so what? Wouldn’t Ai Jiang still be living in it in the end?
...
On the way ho, Xia Wan’an received a WeChat ssage from Song Youman, responding to her ssage from last night’s appraisal eting at the Yuerong Club.
[The wildest kid in the whole city]: "An’an, I was so tired last night, fell asleep..."
[The wildest kid in the whole city]: "An’an, you don’t like the na ’Xia Song’ huh? I think it’s pretty good. Xia Wan’an and Song Youman...or should I change it to ’Song Xia’?"
Xia Wan’an: "..." Is there a difference between ’Xia Song’ and ’Song Xia’? Aren’t they both ridiculous?
Thinking about this, Xia Wan’an started to type.
[The most beautiful kid in the whole city]:"Song Xia? Matsushita?"
[The most beautiful kid in the whole city]: "So are you carrying a Matsushita made TV in your womb, or a Matsushita made washing machine, or a Matsushita made rice cooker?"
[The wildest kid in the whole city]: "!!!!!!!!!"
[The most beautiful kid in the whole city]: "Or perhaps a Matsushita made camcorder? You know what, their camcorders used to be quite popular..."
[The wildest kid in the whole city]: "Can you please shut up, can’t I rethink the na?"
"...."
While the two were chatting, the car reached the underground parking lot.
Not long after Xia Wan’an and Han Jingnian arrived ho via the elevator, the phone ringing echoed from their ho entrance.
The call was from the security guard at the ground floor. "May I speak to Miss Xia? There’s a parcel for you. Can the courier deliver it upstairs?"
Xia Wan’an, thinking it was sothing she had recently ordered, thanked the guard and hung up.
About three minutes later, the doorbell rang. A middle-aged man dressed as a courier handed a perfectly square box to Xia Wan’an.
After Xia Wan’an signed for it, she thanked him and closed the door. She then looked for her utility knife to open the parcel.
Receiving packages was a routine thing for Xia Wan’an, so she didn’t give it a second thought. But when she opened the box and saw what was inside, she let out a blood-curdling scream –
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