Chapter 33 Girls help girls
Yan Songyu seemed to have just come to her senses and hurriedly chased after the wheelchair, but she always missed it by a little bit.
Memories of the car accident flooded Jiang Chengli's mind: the blinding white light, the loud crash, and the excruciating pain that made him faint. His head throbbed with pain, and he had completely forgotten that he could actually walk. He began to unconsciously murmur for help, "Help, help me, help me!"
He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!
Perhaps heaven heard his prayers. At the last moment, Jiang Chengli was stopped on the curb by a sanitation worker riding a tricycle. The wheelchair overturned, and the tricycle also overturned.
When Yan Songyu caught up, Jiang Chengli was still lying in the garbage heap, panting heavily. The joy of surviving the ordeal was evident on his face. Yan Songyu looked at the thing on his head that looked like men's underwear, took a few steps back in disgust, and moved away from the sour smell.
The driver's arrival was her savior. Yan Songyu quickly called out, "Uncle Li, please take him home. I have some urgent business to attend to at my company."
Before Uncle Li could answer, Yan Songyu had already walked far away, her high heels practically sparking as she fled.
The art exhibition was held as scheduled, and all seventeen of Jiang Chengli's paintings were sold for a total of 7.57 million. Yan Songyu didn't know how many of them were bought because of the Yan family, but in any case, she had earned back all the money she spent on Jiang Chengli, and Jiang Chengli's future living expenses and medical expenses were covered.
Yan Songyu had a video sent to Jiang Chengli, recording the grand occasion of the art exhibition.
"Mr. Jiang is truly talented!"
"It's such a pity. If Mr. Jiang hadn't been in the car accident, he would definitely have had a place in the art world in the future."
"That's why they say the heavens are jealous of talented people."
"Although Mr. Jiang came from a poor family, he did not lose his integrity. Although he married the eldest daughter of the Yan family, he gained everyone's recognition by relying on his own talent. He should have been a great master of the art world in the future."
"Geniuses are rare, and talents like Mr. Jiang are even rarer. How can we not feel sorry for him?"
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The video was obviously fake. Yan Songyu had someone record it on purpose, and it perfectly met Jiang Chengli's expectations, so he locked himself in his room and watched it on repeat for three days.
In the actual art exhibition, Jiang Chengli's paintings only accounted for a small part, while Kong Lingqi's final work was the main attraction, drawing countless art lovers. Since it was organized by Yan Songyu, many celebrities also came because of the Yan family. Therefore, Yan Songyu took the money from Jiang Chengli's paintings without any guilt.
Yan Songyu listened through the window to the sounds of crying and laughing coming from inside the house, and left satisfied. His good days were yet to come.
"Uncle Wang, I have an appointment later. He can keep an eye on things here. Give me whatever I need."
It's time for afternoon tea with Chairman Wu. She stood me up last time, so I'd better apologize properly this time.
Uncle Wang: "Yes, Miss."
Yan Songyu drove towards her destination. Some people are just stupid without realizing it. She didn't know what Mr. Wu was thinking. He himself would hide when he appeared at the kindergarten. How dare he take pictures of her and Feifei and then exaggerate the situation? Surely he didn't think that just because he changed his surname, he really thought his "Wu" was the same as Huifang's "Wu"?
In his previous life, three years later, at Madam Wu's funeral, Chairman Wu accidentally fell down the stairs and became a vegetable. President Wu took over Huifang as his spouse. After President Wu completely controlled Huifang, Chairman Wu also passed away. At the funeral of the first wife, the mistress appeared openly with her child. It was at this time that Chairman Wu's son, who was studying abroad, was shot and died on the spot.
Tragic! So tragic! Just as tragic as her!
So... girls help girls. Even men from humble backgrounds are doing well. How could such an outstanding and capable woman like Ms. Wu end up like this?
In the coffee shop, soothing music played softly as Chairman Wu apologized for Jiang Chengli's car accident. After all, he had gone to attend her family's banquet, so it couldn't be said that there was no connection whatsoever.
Yan Songyu smiled calmly and said, "Chairman Wu, the car accident was an accident. Nobody wants such a thing to happen. The culprit has been caught, and I have no complaints."
Chairman Wu was surprised, but the smile on his face did not change at all. "Young Master Yan is very magnanimous."
Yan Songyu chuckled softly and pushed the note with the address of President Wu's mistress and illegitimate child in front of him. "President Wu, I stumbled upon this by accident. I don't know if I've mistaken you for someone else."
Mr. Wu looked at the address with a puzzled expression.
Yan Songyu didn't say much, "Some things you still need to verify yourself. I hope this helps you."
It's everyone's responsibility to defeat scumbags!
Yan Songyu happily went home and had dinner with her daughter. As soon as she entered the door, Uncle Wang said, "Miss, Jiang Chengli asked for painting supplies. He seems to be practicing painting with his left hand. He looks a bit crazy."
"Is he crazy?" Yan Songyu put her bag down on the sofa and sat down. "If he's crazy, keep an eye on him and don't let him hurt anyone, especially Feifei. Don't let her go to the backyard."
Uncle Wang: ...
Is that what he meant? But it doesn't matter.
"OK!"
On the day Feng Yu was discharged from the hospital, Yan Binghua prepared a feast for him at the Yan family home to ward off bad luck. A brazier was placed in front of the door, and Aunt Liu boiled a large pot of water with pomelo leaves, which was then sprinkled all over Feng Yu, just like the treatment Yan Songyu received on the day she was discharged from the hospital.
"Alright, alright, let's eat. Xiao Yu, you can stay here tonight."
Yan Binghua was genuinely good to Feng Yu, and this kindness only intensified after Feng Yu saved Yan Songyu's life. The feelings he had suppressed rekindled, as he, as a father, always hoped that his daughter could find true happiness, and that it was not worth fighting to the death with a scoundrel like Jiang Chengli.
That night, Yan Songyu lay in bed with Feifei in her arms. At the dinner table, her father's intention to matchmake them was obvious. Yan Binghua was pleased to see Feng Yu taking the initiative. Yan Songyu was uneasy and could only hide her feelings by eating heartily.
Yan Songyu fell asleep with a heavy heart, and dreamed of her past life again. It had been a long time since she had dreamed of her past life.
Yan Songyu looked at her transparent body in surprise. She seemed to be in a soul state. No one could see her, and some people even passed through her. It was just like when she dreamed that Feifei committed suicide. No, maybe this was not a dream. Last time she didn't have time to think about it in detail, but in a dream, you would never realize that you are dreaming. She was very clear-headed. This state was more like... a soul leaving the body?
She looked around and realized this was the president's office of Huasheng Group. Just then, the elevator dinged. Yan Songyu looked up and saw Feng Yu, who looked much older with white hair, walking out of the elevator.
Yan Songyu stared at Feng Yu in shock. When did this happen? How did Feng Yu become like this?
"Mr. Feng, this is the information you requested about Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue in prison." As soon as the secretary saw Feng Yu, he quickly handed him a file folder.
Feng Yu didn't stop walking. The veins on his hand bulged as he took the file bag, and his face darkened. A hint of pain flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps eager to see what he was holding, he quickened his pace, but... as he passed through Yan Songyu's transparent body, Feng Yu suddenly stopped. He raised his hand and touched the air, looking blankly at everything familiar in the company.
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