Lin Zhiyi didn’t quite catch it and asked in confusion, "What?"
"It’s nothing, I need a piece of jewelry for the year-end party. As a newcor, I naturally hope to attract so attention."
"I understand. Do you have any specific stones or shapes that you particularly like?"
"No particular preferences, you can just design as you see fit." Xia Wan shook her head.
"Alright."
Lin Zhiyi looked at Xia Wan’s appearance and had so ideas in mind.
She lowered her head and sketched a very faint design on the paper.
When she looked up, Xia Wan was staring at her.
"Does Miss Xia have a question?" Lin Zhiyi asked.
"No, I’ve just heard the noblewon in Jing City say your designs are quite impressive. I didn’t expect that without saying anything, you already had a concept."
"This is just the initial idea, ultimately it’s about satisfying the client; otherwise, there’s no need for a custom design." Lin Zhiyi replied.
"I believe you will definitely make satisfied."
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi felt even more confident, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit more fond of Xia Wan.
After chatting for a while longer, Xia Wan stood up.
"I have things to do tonight, I’ll be leaving now."
"Okay, let see you off."
"Alright."
The two laughed and chatted as they walked to the parking lot.
Xia Wan waved her hand and walked towards the car.
Lin Zhiyi habitually waited for people to leave before going back, but wasn’t sure if she was mistaken.
She thought she saw another silhouette in Xia Wan’s car.
By the ti she looked again, the car had already left.
"Boss, Mrs. Yang and the others have arrived." The assistant said.
"They have arrived."
Lin Zhiyi returned to the studio.
...
In the car.
The young woman beside Xia Wan lowered her phone.
"How about it? Is she prettier in person than in the photos?"
"Yes, even prettier than in the photos," Xia Wan nodded, "I was almost stunned."
"Prettier than you? Impossible! You are..."
"Alright, stop talking. Anyway, she’s not easy to deal with." Xia Wan interrupted.
"How can that be? I think she can’t compare to you in anything."
"You better focus on your own tasks first. I can see Lin Zhiyi’s design talent isn’t just for show."
"Ha, isn’t it because soone is backing her up?" The young woman was indifferent.
"Let’s go."
Xia Wan looked at the driver.
The driver drove the car away from the city center as instructed before.
An hour later, they arrived outside a nursing ho.
By now, Xia Wan had changed her clothes in the car.
She put on glasses and tidied up her nurse uniform.
"Wait for in the car."
"Don’t worry," the young woman nodded.
Xia Wan got out of the car and walked into the nursing ho, and even greeted the people she t.
"So early today?"
"I was worried, so I ca over to take a look," Xia Wan said softly.
"You’re truly dedicated."
"It’s my duty."
Xia Wan adjusted her glasses and went upstairs.
Inside the suite.
Old Mr. Gong sat in a rocking chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a book he hadn’t finished reading.
Upon hearing a sound, the rocking chair creaked, and the book fell to the ground.
"Why are you so careless? Let help you."
"Stay away!"
Old Mr. Gong seed startled and imdiately stood up, almost tripping over the rocking chair.
He looked at the woman in front of him, inexplicably feeling uneasy at heart.
He didn’t like her getting close to him.
No matter how he tried to chase her away, she always appeared with a smile.
Sotis, one second he was resisting her, and the next he found himself chatting with her inexplicably.
Having been in business for a long ti, his instincts told him this woman was dangerous.
Until one day, he heard the nas Lin Zhiyi and Xingxing from her mouth.
He beca even more certain that there was sothing wrong with her.
"Who on earth are you?"
"Old Mr. Gong, did you forget again? I’m your nurse; the doctors and nurses here all know . Why haven’t you rembered?"
Xia Wan stared at Old Mr. Gong, joking on the surface but filled with mockery in her tone.
As she finished speaking, a nurse happened to co in.
"What’s up? Not recognizing people again?"
"Yes, it’s sad." Xia Wan chuckled.
"It’s nothing, Mr. Gong often forgets us too, you’ll get used to it." The nurse comforted.
"Alright, I can wait slowly."
Xia Wan stared at Old Mr. Gong, making him unable to resist.
After the nurse left, Xia Wan closed in on Old Mr. Gong.
"Aren’t you all-powerful? Why are you afraid now?"
"Who are you really?" Old Mr. Gong asked urgently.
"You’ve forgotten again, think slowly."
"No, no, how do you know about Lin Zhiyi and Xingxing?" Old Mr. Gong pursued.
"You told , have you forgotten your own words?"
Xia Wan feigned surprise.
Old Mr. Gong held his head, feeling a splitting headache.
Xia Wan helped him sit down, suddenly speaking in a gentle tone.
"Don’t think too much, have a good rest. Here, have so water."
Xia Wan handed him the water.
Old Mr. Gong didn’t want to drink, but she held his chin and made him drink half a cup.
Soon, he beca more confused, leaning against the bed, half asleep.
Xia Wan sat by the bed peeling an apple.
"I heard Third Young Master was taught by you before, so you must know his weakness, right?"
"His mother."
"Why?"
"Because..."
Xia Wan got the answer she wanted.
She peeled the apple and cut it, then poured the flesh into the trash can, instead placing the core on the plate.
Taking advantage of his daze, she sared sothing on the surface.
Then she handed the core to Old Mr. Gong.
"Have so fruit."
Old Mr. Gong obediently took the core and stuffed it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Xia Wan chuckled.
"Eat, keep eating."
Soon, Old Mr. Gong finished the core and slowly closed his eyes.
Xia Wan smiled and packed up the trash bag, then left the ward.
...
In the evening.
Gong Chen brought Xingxing to pick up Lin Zhiyi.
"Why do you suddenly want to eat out today?"
"Because tomorrow is different," Gong Chen said in a low voice.
"What day is it? Is... your mom’s death anniversary."
Only then did Lin Zhiyi rember.
Gong Chen’s mother’s death anniversary was usually observed at the Gong family’s ancestral hall, with Lin Zhiyi not allowed to attend.
Gong Chen nodded, "Yes, this year is different, I want to visit the cetery."
Lin Zhiyi looked down at Xingxing, understanding what Gong Chen ant by different.
"Okay, it’s appropriate. I’ll prepare everything."
Since she married Gong Chen, she indeed should visit the cetery to pay respects.
The following day.
Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen took Xingxing to the cetery.
Gong Chen’s mother’s grave was very luxurious, she was the only one buried in this pri location.
But... she’s dead, what good will it do for her now?
Gong Chen knelt on the ground, burning joss paper in front of him, his eyes reflecting the jumping flas, as if telling a story.
Xingxing looked at him and then at Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi pulled her to kneel beside Gong Chen.
"Xingxing, this is grandma."
Xingxing stared at the photo on the tombstone and remarked, "This grandma is so beautiful. Recently I seed to see her in my dreams, she also said I should stay with daddy and mommy."
Lin Zhiyi smiled, thinking Xingxing was comforting Gong Chen.
She patted Xingxing’s head, "What else did she say to you?"
Xingxing looked at them seriously and said, "Hurry and leave."
Lin Zhiyi’s smile froze.
Suddenly, familiar voices sounded behind her.
"Miss Lin?"
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