After saying that, he went inside. Xiang Jin suddenly remembered something and followed him in, asking, "Jianian, is your stomach feeling better?"
The man paused, felt it for a moment, and said with a slightly aggrieved voice, "It still hurts."
"Did you forget to take your medicine?" She pointed to the medicine on the table. Stomach ailments respond quickly when taken on time.
"Hmm," he drawled out.
"Sigh, he's so disobedient." She had specifically reminded him, and even sent him a reminder message at noon, but he still forgot.
Xiang Jin pulled him to sit down, poured him some hot water, separated the pills one by one, handed them to him, and watched him take them.
"Ah Qi, it's bitter." He frowned, looking even more aggrieved.
Seeing his furrowed brows, Xiang Jin chuckled, turned and went into the kitchen, made a cup of honey water, and handed it to him. She had bought this honey water specially; it was very expensive, and she herself couldn't bear to eat it.
"Ah Qi, would you be this nice to other people?"
As she was falling asleep, Xiang Jin heard him ask her a question.
Xiang Jin was dazed and her mind was not working properly. She pulled her hand away from his, which she had been covering his mouth, took the paper, wrote a sentence, and handed it to him.
Upon seeing the content, Feng Jianian's eyes widened. He stared intently at her, not wanting to miss any details, eager for a more accurate answer: "Aqi, is anyone okay?"
However, Xiang Jin was already asleep, and no one answered him.
He quietly watched her sleeping face. Her eyelashes were long and curved, like the corners of her eyes gently arched, making her beautiful in just the right way.
"Ah Qi, I won't allow it."
If someone is good to you, you will be even better to them, no matter who that person is.
but--
He wouldn't allow it.
The good that Murong Xiao wants must be unique.
…………………………
On his first day at work, Xiang Jin arrived at the warehouse early to report for duty.
The warehouse manager, Yu Xingfa, was around forty or fifty years old and a fairly amiable person. He led Xiang Jin to greet everyone, asked the data clerk, Sister Ding, to take her to work, and then went about his own business.
Sister Ding is more than ten years older than Xiang Jin, and her child is already in junior high school. She enthusiastically helped Xiang Jin familiarize herself with computer operation. After discovering that Xiang Jin was more proficient than herself, she took her to sort express packages.
The sorting rules are simple: after the machines have already sorted the packages, the location information is confirmed, and the confirmed packages are loaded onto the tricycle. The rest is up to the delivery drivers.
Xiang Jin can't deliver packages because her driver's license has been revoked.
So she could only do odd jobs in the warehouse, which was a job that didn't require much brainpower, but it was a bit physically demanding.
When she's busy, she can't even straighten her back. Her body, face, and head are covered in dust. Even though it's early spring, she's already sweating profusely, but she works with great enthusiasm.
"You little rascal, you look so quiet and slender, but you're surprisingly strong," Sister Ding praised.
Xiang Jin smiled. No one understood the value of hard work better than her. Being able to return to a normal life was something she had always dreamed of.
I was busy until after 7 p.m., and finally finished my work for the day.
Everyone else had left work, but Xiang Jin stayed behind.
She first cleaned the warehouse, which was cluttered and messy, making it unpleasant to look at. After tidying it up, she reviewed the shipment management documents, which would make creating tables and data much easier later.
It was already eight or nine o'clock when he started looking at the documents, past lunchtime! Xiang Jin quickly looked up from the documents, washed the dust off his clothes, and hurriedly left the warehouse.
"Why are you so late getting back?"
Xiang Jin pushed open the door, and Feng Jianian immediately stood up, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Sorry, I worked overtime for a while." Xiang Jin said in sign language as she hurriedly walked inside. "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."
Then, she stopped and looked at the coffee table.
There was a magazine on the coffee table.
The reason I noticed it was twofold: first, the magazine was brand new and pristine, a symbol of the elite of the era, utterly incongruous with this dilapidated bungalow; second, because—
The person on the cover is Murong Xiao.
The man rested his right hand on his lower lip, tilting his face to gaze ahead. His eyes were sharp and deep, like a wolf's. He had sharp, cold eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, with a well-defined and perfect profile.
It's so beautiful it's captivating.
With a face like that, probably no one could dislike her. Someone as lowly as myself, even if I humbly harbored a secret crush for ten years, could never even make the cut...
"What's wrong?" Feng Jianian noticed her unusual behavior.
Xiang Jin shook her head and awkwardly withdrew her hand: "Is this book Jia Nian's?"
Feng Jianian's gaze deepened slightly: "Is something wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just didn't expect Jia Nian to be interested in finance too." She gestured quickly, "The person I like also likes to read."
He couldn't quite understand her sign language: "The person you like?"
Looking at the man on the magazine cover, she nodded and went to the kitchen, somewhat lost in thought, not even noticing the man's sullen face behind her.
In fact, Xiang Jin used to love reading financial magazines, because every time she read a book, she would imagine the scene of Murong Xiao reading a book.
He should have been looking down, his brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of mockery and arrogance, saying, "You dare to flaunt such a theory? Are all the economists in China dead?"
She mimicked his tone, commenting on economics she knew nothing about, "You dare to say such superficial things? Did Liang Jingru give you the courage?"
That way, it was as if we lived in the same world.
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Xiang Jin met Murong Xiao when she was thirteen years old.
That year, during the Qingming Festival, she returned to her ancestral home with the Xiang family to pay respects to their ancestors. The Xiang family's ancestral home was in a town in Chengdu. They checked into the best hotel and prepared to go up the mountain the next day.
That night, Xiang Jin was beaten by Li Shuhui because she didn't want to wear Xiang Qi's old dress. She ran out of the hotel crying and got lost in the mountains.
As darkness fell and only a faint moonlight shone down, she shivered from the cold under the rocks, hoping her mother would come to find her soon. Just then, she heard voices coming from the ravine beside her.
Is anyone there?
"I accidentally fell into a pit and broke my leg. Can you help me?"
At first, Xiang Jin was terrified by the sound that came out in the middle of the night. After calming down, she realized that it was a boy's voice. Although it was pitch black in the pit and she could not see anything, the voice was incredibly real.
"I'm sorry, I also sneaked out, and now I'm lost too."
She couldn't go back, and she didn't have any communication devices with her. She couldn't even save herself, let alone save him.
"That's terrible, I might die here." The boy sounded dejected, but his tone was as if he were talking about something trivial.
"I might die here too..." Xiang Jin thought sadly.
Suddenly, she remembered something, touched her schoolbag, and exclaimed with delight, "Thank goodness, it's still here!"
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