"Jianian, it's so spicy." She wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling like her throat was on fire.
Feng Jianian ate with great relish. He hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time and couldn't help but laugh, "Aqi can't eat spicy food, so why did you make spicy fish?"
"Because you like it," she gestured.
Feng Jianian paused slightly, his gaze deepening: "Because I like you, you're just going to put up with me?"
“Yes,” she said.
The man looked at her quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips.
It feels pretty good to be pampered and accommodated like this.
Xiang Jin didn't notice his unusual behavior. She drank another large glass of water, but suddenly thought of Murong Xiao. She remembered that Murong Xiao also loved spicy food. Back in school, he always ordered the spiciest noodles. While others were crying and sniffling from the spiciness, he remained calm and composed.
However, thinking about it this way, he and Jia Nian have many similarities.
Xiang Jin suddenly remembered something, walked over to Feng Jianian, took his right hand, and carefully examined the mole on his wrist.
And you know what? It really is exactly the same as Murong Xiao's!
"What is Aqi looking at?" Seeing her staring at the mole, he felt inexplicably nervous.
"It's nothing." She shook her head with a chuckle, let go of his hand, and went back to the kitchen to pour herself some water.
For a fleeting moment, she had a ridiculous thought.
Could Feng Jianian and Murong Xiao be the same person?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she abruptly cut it off.
This is absolutely impossible! She would rather believe the sky is falling than believe that such a thing could happen.
She patted her face. It must be because she had seen Murong Xiao too much lately that she was overthinking things. But she probably wouldn't see him again. With the debt settled and over 100,000 yuan in hand, she was going to work hard to make money and live a good life.
…………………………
Xiang Jin still arrived at the warehouse early for work as usual.
After changing into my work clothes, I started moving goods—another day of being upside down.
However, being busy has its advantages, as time flies by. Before they knew it, it was lunchtime. Just like the previous days, Sister Ding did not come to eat with them and continued to work alone.
After lunch, everyone prepared for work.
At this moment, Yu Xingfa suddenly arrived at the warehouse, followed by two stylishly dressed women: a middle-aged noblewoman and a young woman with short hair.
"Everyone, stop!"
"I received a call from a customer today saying that her package hasn't been delivered yet. Because the item is quite valuable, she's worried it might get lost, so she came with me to pick it up. Xiangjin, can you check the tracking number in the system? The rest of you can search separately and try to find it as soon as possible."
Without further ado, everyone started looking for packages according to their assigned tasks.
Actually, customers have wanted to pick up their packages before delivery beforehand, which isn't unusual for courier companies. However, this is the first time Yu Xingfa has personally brought the package over, so it seems this customer is someone important.
Xiang Jin lowered his head and silently went to the computer.
She first found the tracking number based on the order number, and then the group began searching the distribution area based on the tracking number.
Everyone searched busily for a while, but found nothing.
"Boss, could it really be lost? If this is lost, you can't afford to pay for it." The short-haired woman crossed her arms, her expression arrogant and her manner domineering.
Yu Xingfa smiled obsequiously, his attitude extremely polite: "Don't worry, the items will absolutely not be lost! Our employees are all professionally ethical, with impeccable backgrounds, and would never steal anything."
The short-haired woman sneered, "That's a necklace worth 300,000 yuan. It was a birthday gift from my friend. You'd better pray you didn't lose it, or this will become a big deal."
Three...three hundred thousand?
The warehouse staff exchanged surprised glances.
Yu Xingfa was also shocked. He never expected that the lost package would contain a necklace worth 300,000 yuan. His expression immediately became serious, and he quickly asked someone to check the surveillance footage.
After checking the surveillance footage, they couldn't find the package's whereabouts, but they did discover another anomaly.
"Mr. Yu, it seems someone put the necklace in a gray duffel bag." The administrator's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Xiang Jin. "It looks like Xiang Jin took it."
Swish swish——
In unison, more than a dozen pairs of eyes all turned to Xiang Jin.
Xiang Jin was shocked and subconsciously searched for Zhang Xiaofu in the crowd, but Zhang Xiaofu had taken leave and did not come to work today.
The necklace was in the duffel bag? But the bag was given to her by Zhang Xiaofu. After receiving it, she went to the bank to withdraw money and then handed it to Murong Xiao. She didn't pay attention to whether there was anything else in the bag during that time.
What should we do now? Should we betray Zhang Xiaofu?
Was it unintentional, or was it a deliberate frame-up?
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they waited for her to clarify. Xiang Jin thought for a moment, then stepped out from the crowd, picked up her pen, and was about to write on the blackboard when the young woman suddenly screamed.
"Mom! Look at her...she's...she's Xiang Jin!"
The short-haired woman pointed at Xiang Jin, her tone suddenly becoming agitated: "She...she is Xiang Jin, she's the woman who killed my sister!"
With a loud bang, Xiang Jin's head suddenly exploded.
She looked at the glamorous short-haired woman and the wealthy lady, and her face suddenly turned deathly pale.
I never imagined that I would meet Lu Yifan's family again in this lifetime, and in such a way.
Three years ago, Xiang Qi killed Lu Yifan in a car accident. Xiang Jin took the blame and went to jail. On the surface, she became the one who killed Lu Yifan, so the Lu family hated her to the core.
After Dingdang was imprisoned, the Lu family sent people to assault her more than once.
On one occasion, she had three ribs broken.
On one occasion, she was beaten so badly that her internal organs bled.
On another occasion, most of her hair was ripped out, leaving only her bloody scalp.
Although her injuries have healed and her hair has grown back, Xiang Jin will never forget the fear, grievance, and despair she felt.
Mrs. Lu also recognized her.
Her face changed instantly, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred: "So, you said the people here have clean records? How come there's a murderer here?"
Xiang Jin gripped the pen tightly, her fingertips trembling.
Yu Xingfa looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.
"Not only did they kill someone, they also stole things! Boss, if you can't give us an explanation today, this isn't over." Lu Yixuan's expression was cold.
Xiang Jin pursed her lips.
She took two deep breaths and wrote on the blackboard, stroke by stroke: "I didn't steal the necklace. I thought that bag was unwanted, so I took it to put things in. Zhang Xiaofu can testify to that."
Everyone looked around but didn't see Zhang Xiaofu, then remembered that she had taken the day off.
"If you say so, then it is. That Zhang Xiaofu is your colleague. Can you believe what she says? Besides, she's not even here."
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