When Wen Qiao returned home that evening, she couldn't help but keep praising Wang Chengliang to Shen Jichuan, saying that he was a really good person.
"To be honest, after hearing what he said today, I was even a little tempted to quit my translation job and open a restaurant."
"Wang Chengliang told me that with the current economic development in our country, it's hard to predict which industry will experience a major boom in the future. He also said that it seems like individual businesses can be developed now. He asked me if I had completed all the necessary procedures?"
“I don’t know about this either. I’ll have to find some time tomorrow to ask my mom.”
Shen Jichuan looked at Wen Qiao, who was very excited, and laughed along with her.
"Looks like you've learned a lot today."
Wen Qiao immediately raised her eyes and smiled, "Of course, there's no end to learning, it's always good to learn more."
"How's work lately? I've been busy with Uncle Wu and the restaurant, and also with work, so I haven't paid much attention to you."
Shen Jichuan said, "It's alright. You haven't been idle either, this is good."
"Wen Qiao, I've found a house I like near Nanluoguxiang. They say their son got into trouble and they're urgently selling. I'm asking what you think, should we buy it?"
Wen Qiao has no intention of buying a house, after all, they already have a pretty good house, and Shen Jichuan had previously given her mother a house.
There is enough housing at home.
Wen Qiao asked, "Why do you want to buy a house? Your family has quite a few houses. Is the person who committed the crime your friend? If you want to help, then help; I won't stop you."
"No, I think it's better to prepare a house for our two sons in advance, in case they get married and need to move out."
Shen Jichuan didn't tell Wen Qiao.
He discovered a diary filled with secrets.
It seemed to be written for Wen Qiao, but after reading it, he discovered that the diary was actually written for him...
He knew that some things were strange in themselves, but that's just how strange they were.
These are some things he wrote in his old age, things he could do.
For example, buying a house, starting a business, and how to accumulate wealth.
Shen Jichuan was unsure whether he should tell Wen Qiao all this.
Wen Qiao looked at Shen Jichuan with a puzzled expression, and reached out to touch his forehead. "You don't have a fever either. Look at your two sons, how old are they? And you're already buying them things for their future weddings and houses?"
“Wen Qiao.” Shen Jichuan grabbed Wen Qiao’s hand. “Come with me. I found a notebook among my personal belongings.”
Wen Qiao's eyes were full of doubt.
But she still followed Shen Jichuan to the second floor.
Opening the bedroom door, Shen Jichuan took out a fairly new notebook from the drawer; it was black and leather.
He asked Wen Qiao to sit down in a chair, and then opened his laptop.
The first thing you see is a line of text...
"I don't know if these things can be recorded, and these writings may disappear after I leave, but I still want to leave some trace of myself."
“Shen Jichuan, you wronged Wen Qiao in that life. Don’t ask why. Just remember that you wronged Wen Qiao. I don’t know what I can do for you.”
"I'll just make a note of the things that are bound to happen in this era. There are a few major events: buying a house and doing business. You don't have to do it yourself; you can find someone to do it for you."
"Remember, you owe her these things: teach her to grow and accumulate wealth for her."
After Wen Qiao finished reading, Shen Jichuan said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but after reading these words, I seem to understand why I often feel indebted to you."
"Wen Qiao, tell me, did we love each other but couldn't be together in our past life? Did I do something to hurt you?"
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