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"Holy crap!!"

The sentence appeared for only 0.01 seconds before Ju Hui intercepted it, but she still couldn't escape Yun Aonan's eagle eyes, which had never failed in limited-time sales. She screamed in the hall.

Ju Hui quickly covered her mouth.

The two looked at each other, exchanging glances.

Yun Aonan: Really?

Ju Hui: It's fake.

It's true!!

Ju Hui did not return to the informant, Sheng Qijing.

Sheng Qijing didn't send any more messages. It seemed that the other party also knew that Ju Hui was busy dating young men at his club and getting hit on the head by Yun Aonan. In the past few years, she had returned to China but never came to Ruobei to see her.

Ju Hui was in the wrong, and Yun Aonan didn't want to stay there any longer. Regardless of the man with the gold watch still holding her bag, she pulled Ju Hui away.

That night, Ju Hui stayed at Yun Aonan's house. She was pulled into talking about Sheng Qijing until late at night. When they talked about Yun Aonan falling asleep next to her, Ju Hui lay down beside her and thought of the upscale apartment complex that Bian Jiaping had helped her rent.

That day, after she finished making the steel chair and brought it back from Songzhuang, just like today, she was questioned by Yun Aonan: You're missing Sheng Qijing.

Slight sweat beaded on her skin. This time, Ju Hui didn't argue, but instead of dreaming of Sheng Qijing, she dreamed of Bian Jiaping, who came to take care of her. He sat in her rented room and said that Ju Hui needed him...

The next morning, Yun Aonan was woken up by Ju Hui's crying. She buried her face in the blanket, her nightmares fading and her tears soaking a large area. Yun Aonan patted her back anxiously, trying to comfort her.

Ju Hui often has nightmares. She doesn't like to talk about the past, but she can't forget it. Returning to Sheng Qijing's group is like helping her relive her wounds.

Ju Hui quickly stopped sobbing, opened her eyes, and smiled as if she hadn't cried at all, her eyelashes hanging on her eyelids as she said good morning to Yun Aonan.

Yun Aonan pursed his lips, said nothing, and sent her away after she had breakfast.

Ju Hui returned to Zhongguancun, took the elevator in her residential complex, and observed the dimensions of the freight elevator door marked on the quality inspection sheet on the iron wall. She wanted to bring the two earthen kilns back to this home.

After the persimmon courtyard is fully renovated and the workers leave, Ju Hui still wants them to live there. Nestled on the grass in the courtyard, they can continue to endure the wind and rain, living out their lives as stones.

Without further ado, Ju Hui contacted Master Li in the afternoon to inquire about the kitten's earthen kiln, asking him to pack it up and schedule a delivery to Ruobei via JD.com. Ju Hui also instructed that the kitten's head be detachable and the body be sent back in two parts, with a thick 10cm wooden frame, pearl cotton padding, and foam padding. This size provides protection and is just right to fit into the elevator.

Master Li agreed over the phone: "But we can only pack after the holiday. The kiln is very busy these days. Let's add each other on WeChat. I'll send you the tracking number... When are you guys coming back to play together again? I won't ask you to be my teaching assistant this time."

"Of course, there will definitely be an opportunity."

Ju Hui made a polite excuse, and at that moment her phone lit up again, showing a call from Bian Jiaping.

Ju Hui's brows relaxed. After greeting Master Li, she quickly hung up and reconnected, asking, "What's wrong, Brother Jiaping?"

"Ju Hui".

When Ju Hui heard him take a breath, she assumed it was another distress call as his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Now that Ju Hui is older than Zeng Yue, she is prepared to spend her seventies with Bian Jiaping in a nursing home, calling out to the beautiful Zeng Yue from her memories while comforting him.

But this call had nothing to do with Zeng Yue. Bian Jiaping said calmly, "My parents went to Nanchang to see your aunt and just boarded the plane... I'm sorry, it was my oversight that they bothered me without my permission. I'm on my way to the airport now and I won't let them say anything."

"Are you listening, Ju Hui...?"

Ju Hui held her breath, her head was steaming, and her parents were actually serious!

After a long pause, she finally managed to say, "What are you going to do?"

"They should arrive before dinner. I've already asked a friend in Nanchang to pick them up at the airport, and we'll bring them back tonight—"

“That wouldn’t be a good idea,” Ju Hui immediately objected. “Your aunt and uncle definitely won’t agree to go straight back to Ruobei. They’ll definitely meet with you. Jia Ping, what time is your flight?”

Bian Jiaping: "At four o'clock... I'll book the tickets for you."

Ju Hui: "Okay, last time I refused too vaguely, this time I'll explain properly."

Since Ju Hui went to Ruobei to attend high school with Bian Jiaping, she had only returned to her aunt's house once. That year, Ju Hui was too young to work, and her second cousin was about to graduate from university. As he matured, he finally realized that it was unfair to divide the family's only son's house according to the principle of "whoever gets married first gets it." He began to actively fight for every inch of the house, and the family had many arguments because of this.

During the Lunar New Year, the two cousins ​​were forced to share a room because of Ju Hui's presence, creating an awkward atmosphere. Ju Hui can still smell the sourness of the stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar from the New Year's Eve dinner.

Ju Hui's decision not to return to Nanchang for the Spring Festival has become an unspoken rule.

It wasn't until Ju Hui studied in Norway and earned some money that she sent it to her aunt to help with the house purchase, and that sour smell gradually disappeared.

My aunt and uncle are good to Ju Hui. They are willing to buy her sketchbooks to learn to draw, but that's all. Any more than that would be more than just being good to her; it would be more like being family.

Bian Jiaping and Ju Hui had just gotten off the plane when his local friend called to say that he had met two elders, but they ignored him, called him a liar, and then walked away with a bald man.

“That must be my uncle,” Ju Hui added from the side. “I’ll call and ask.”

The airport was huge. Neither Ju Hui nor Bian Jiaping had any luggage. She carried a bag containing only a charger and her ID card, looked up to find the taxi sign, and dialed her phone.

beep--

beep--

beep--

"Ju Hui".

Suddenly, Bian Jiaping forcefully pressed down on Ju Hui's shoulder, which was carrying her bag.

Bian Jiaping's face had turned pale at some point, and his eyes were in so much pain that he couldn't open them. He was kneeling and leaning against her.

His stomach ulcer flared up.

"Feel sorry."

"Does it hurt a lot? How much does it hurt? Can you still walk?" Ju Hui heard the call go into an unanswered loop. "Let's go to the hospital."

“No… I can’t accept what they said to your aunt. I can’t go to your aunt’s house.”

"They must have conspired to keep us on the phone. They might have already talked to each other and prepared ten dishes and two soups, waiting for us to arrive as soon as possible. Imagine how happy the whole family would be over there!"

Ju Hui realized she could help him, so she half-dragged and half-carried him forward. He didn't say a word on the plane; perhaps he had been holding back for two hours.

"Feel sorry……"

His voice sounded pained.

Or perhaps they endured it for even longer.

Thank goodness I didn't take my luggage...

No, Bian Jiaping is her luggage.

Bian Jiaping was a heavy piece of luggage that was prone to leaking water, and it was already 8 p.m. when it was repaired.

It just so happens to be the National Day holiday, and Bian Jiaping is suffering from stomach pain. This is a city where people eat chili peppers as a staple food and snack, and doctors and patients are always in a hurry and can't stop.

The medical staff added a bed for Bian Jiaping in the corridor. He covered his head with his suit jacket, pressed his arm over his eyes, and leaned against the wall, tall and imposing. He had taken omeprazole before coming here, and the wheels rolling in his stomach wall had been flattened into squares, rhythmically throbbing in his abdomen.

Bian Jiaping hoped to finish the IV drip as soon as possible so he could take Ju Hui back to her hotel and get some rest.

It's too late to go to Aunt Ju Hui's house now. If he's late, Bian Shansong will have already said his shameless words. The sunlight shines through his eyelids and clothes, making him laugh. He leans against the wall, pulling on the lifeline pressing on his left hand.

Ju Hui was drawn to him by the catheter and, thinking he was busy, put down her phone and asked the man in the black suit, "Are you hungry? Do you have an appetite?"

"It's alright." The voice was muffled.

“I have two questions. Do you mean you want to eat but will throw up, or you don’t want to eat but will throw up, or you want to eat but won’t throw up, or you don’t want to eat but won’t throw up?”

Bian Jiaping frowned. Had Ju Hui taken a hit?

"What tongue twister are you talking about?"

"And what kind of leadership-style reply is that?"

Ju Hui ignored him, pulled open his suit jacket, and told him to keep an eye on the remaining amount of food. She was a little hungry and planned to buy him a cup of porridge and two steamed buns.

Bian Jiaping nodded: "You were supposed to eat ten dishes."

Ju Hui chuckled and waved goodbye to him.

Bian Jiaping lay down on his side and hummed in agreement.

It was a good thing that his elders didn't answer the phone; he didn't want his parents to know he had a stomach ulcer. Despite having been an entrepreneur for many years, Bian Shansong was still in good health, but he had contracted this "disease of affluence" at a young age.

Bian Jiaping watched Ju Hui disappear into the corridor.

His smile faded, he lay down straight, and called Sheng Qijing.

Five minutes before receiving this unfamiliar phone call, Sheng Qijing was arguing with Ju Hui about the ownership of Tianlu.

In the CEO's office, at his computer desk, Sheng Qijing was typing furiously on the keyboard, locked in a standoff with Ju Hui, who kept switching between the same annoying cow and cat avatars.

Sheng Qijing: [First, Tianlu and the yawning kitten are two inanimate objects, they don't need companionship; second, even if they did need companionship, they should stay in Shanghai. Tianlu has already adapted to life here, it shouldn't lower its quality of life to live in a cramped rented room just to keep that stray cat company.]

Ju Hui: [What do you mean by "stray cat"? Would it become like that if you didn't treat it differently? My house isn't as big as yours, but it still has a balcony and plants. I also have a very energetic younger sister. We at least check on them every day and don't let them hide alone in a corner. We haven't noticed them all these years.]

Sheng Qijing: [Lonely? I've been keeping Tianlu company; only that stray cat is lonely.]

Ju Hui: [They should have stayed together; they'll definitely be lonely separated. Besides, Tianlu doesn't need to be so glamorous; they were left with Master Li to grow naturally.]

Sheng Qijing's thumb twitched, and his teeth trembled from the coldness of the words.

His chat box contained a photo that could shut up Ju Hui's sharp tongue—Ju Hui's silk scarf gift box left at the club.

The photo was taken by a staff member and sent to him. Sheng Qijing later watched the surveillance footage. The man was a young man of about twenty-five, tall and thin, who could be taken down by him and Ju Hui with one arm.

Ju Hui: [Why did you stop talking? Quickly send Tianlu back to Ruobei.]

Sheng Qijing took a deep breath.

Ruobei, Ruobei, now even an inanimate object like Ju Hui wants to snatch Ruobei away from him.

What exactly is in Ruobei?

Man in a silk scarf?

"cough--"

Cheng Yi put down the black coffee and the mousse cake that the customer had just delivered. He had asked in advance and found that it was suitable for fitness enthusiasts.

Cheng Yi had been standing there for quite a while, while the boss was writing a business plan, seemingly brimming with inspiration.

"President Sheng."

Did you knock on the door?

"I knocked! You said you'd come in... Mr. Sheng, please take this call first." Cheng Yi smiled and ran off in a flash.

Unknown number.

Sheng Qijing hoped it was Ju Hui calling.

He answered without hesitation.

He heard a heavy breathing, a man's. Sheng Qijing lowered his eyes, and Bian Jiaping spoke next, his voice calm and almost indifferent:

"Hello, Mr. Sheng. I am Bian Jiaping, and Ju Hui is with me now."