Chapter 142

After complaining in his heart for the hundredth time, Wang Jie immediately resumed his professional smile when the man came out: "Mr. Lu, regarding the land in the west of the city, the development plan has been preliminarily drawn up. Many companies want to invest. I have sorted out some company information..."

Wang Jie said, handing over the document and placing it on the table.

He sorted out companies that were relatively strong and had good reputations. If it were in the past, Jiang's Group would definitely be ranked among the top.

But now the Jiang family is on the verge of collapse.

A few days ago, Jiang Chao, the current head of the Jiang family, got some money from somewhere and barely filled the capital chain. However, due to the heavy losses in the early stage, the strength is no longer as good as before, and he can only barely maintain the appearance of glory.

Lu Xun went through the information of several companies and chose a well-established company.

Before the holiday, it was necessary to understand the conditions of both parties in order to finalize the contract. As soon as Wang Jie walked out of the office, he started calling the representatives of the other company.

Behind the black desk, Lu Xun turned on his computer and was about to process the unfinished work files when his cell phone rang. There was a message coming in.

It is a photo in which the plate that was originally full of food has been "wiped out" very clean, with only a few food residues left.

In the lounge, Jiang Qiao held her phone and waited for a reply after sending the message. With a "ding dong" sound, she immediately clicked on it and laughed out loud.

Butler Lu: [Yes, very good.]

Jiang Qiao could almost imagine the man's expression when he said this. It must have been serious and solemn.

We are the same age, but he always likes to act as the elder. What a habit.

Jiang Qiao snorted twice, stretched out a finger and poked the man's WeChat avatar. Butler Lu was Butler Lu.

We rehearsed for two more days and went on stage to go through the positioning again. Finally, it was almost done. We just had to rehearse again the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

There was no need to rehearse today. Jiang Qiao did two sets of test papers at home and reviewed several difficult classical Chinese texts.

Three hours later, she stretched her tired body and decided to have a meal first.

The phone rang at this time. It was an unfamiliar number. Jiang Qiao thought about it and answered it.

"Is this Miss Jiang?" The other party said in an official and polite tone: "We are from the People's Hospital of City A."

Hospital? Why call her?

Jiang Qiao subconsciously touched the back of his hand. The gauze had been removed, and a pink mark remained that had not completely faded.

Before Jiang Qiao could ask any questions, the other party continued, "Ms. Song Qingying has already paid all the medical expenses. I wonder if you are free to come and complete the formalities. We will return the money you paid."

The staff member sounded apologetic.

Jiang Qiao was stunned for only a moment, then she quickly realized that she had indeed helped pay for the medical expenses at that time.

The main reason was that Song Qingying was in that condition at the time, she was not clear-headed and could not pay the bill.

All returned? Song Qingying really didn't want to have anything to do with her at all. Jiang Qiao curled his lips and found it a little funny.

However, she never thought that Song Qingying would be grateful. She saved people purely out of her own will. If it weren't for the call today, Jiang Qiao would have almost forgotten this person.

Anyway, I had nothing to do in the afternoon, and the scar removal ointment was almost used up, so I could buy some more. Jiang Qiao said, "Okay, thank you, I'll be there in a minute."

Arriving at the hospital, Jiang Qiao pushed his hat down and went to the refund window on the third floor according to the hospital staff's instructions. The refund was completed very quickly.

She took another tube of scar-removing ointment and when she turned to leave, she saw Song Qingying standing at the end of the corridor.

Song Qingying was still wearing a loose hospital gown and her face was a little pale, making her look even weaker and frailer, with a sense of broken weakness.

Jiang Qiao retracted his gaze and went to wait for the elevator as if nothing had happened.

Song Qingying at the end of the corridor was ignored, and her hands hanging by her side were clenched.

The elevator door opened, and just as Jiang Qiao was about to walk in, he was stopped by a pair of thin arms. Song Qingying came over at some point and stood in front of the elevator.

Jiang Qiao frowned and looked at the person standing in front of him: "What are you doing?"

Song Qingying didn't say anything. She was too close to the elevator door, which slowly closed, almost pinching her clothes.

Jiang Qiao couldn't help but pull him, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to die, don't do it in front of me, are you trying to scam me?"

Song Qingying's palm was almost bleeding. She slapped her hand away and stared at her: "Jiang Qiao, why are you pretending to be a good person? Do you really think that everyone doesn't know your true face?"

She spoke with indignation and force,

Jiang Qiao was so angry that he laughed, and asked sincerely: "Are you still not well from the concussion?"

What is her true face?

Jiang Qiao silently evaluated herself as beautiful, kind, elegant, generous, helpful, and of noble character.

The girl's sarcastic words reminded Song Qingying of that night. Her face turned pale instantly, and even her fingers trembled.

She didn't know why she dared to hurt others with a knife. At that moment, she seemed to be controlled by some force. When she came to her senses, she saw Jiang Qiao.

Thinking of this, her pale face twisted a little: "Do you think I will thank you? I am in such a miserable state today, all because of you."

Song Qingying had never told anyone that she had a dream when she was eighteen. Everything in the dream was so vivid and beautiful.

She is the heroine of this world, Lu Xun loves her very much, while Jiang Qiao is just an unpopular and vicious female supporting role who has a miserable end!

This dream was so real that it seemed like a prophecy. She followed the path in the dream step by step.

Finally, Jiang Qiao and Lu Xun separated and Lu Xun went abroad.

Everything was developing as expected. She could almost see the wedding of the century, with everyone in the audience looking at her with envy and jealousy.

It shouldn’t be like this, all of this shouldn’t be like this………….

Song Qingying pulled her pale lips and smiled bitterly, but her tone was sinister: "Jiang Qiao, why don't you just die?"

Song Qingying thought that as long as Jiang Qiao died, everything would return to normal, Lu Xun would fall in love with her, and she would be Mrs. Lu.

Her complexion was so bad that she was incapable of rage.

Jiang Qiao had no interest in bullying the patient, so he simply didn't wait for the elevator. He turned to the other side with a cold face and walked up the stairs.

This time, Song Qingying did not follow.

Jiang Qiao was angry at being cursed for no reason, and took a few deep breaths before he calmed down.

At the same time, the words that Song Qingying had just said flashed through my mind again—I am in such a miserable state today, all because of you...

Why would Song Qingying say such a thing...

Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment. Could it be that Jiang Chao said something to her?

This is not impossible, and then Song Qingying's words and actions have a reasonable explanation.

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