The floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa reflect my current appearance.
Unlike my previous big wavy curls, I now have straight black hair tied into a low ponytail with a middle part, and every strand is neat and tidy.
Her delicate features and appearance were completely different from before; she had straight eyebrows, red lips, and exquisite makeup.
Wearing a stylish black and white autumn/winter suit, with a black, sharply tailored coat draped over her shoulders, slender earrings, and a sapphire ring on her index finger, she exudes a fashionable, sophisticated, and independent aura.
My name is Jiang Shuyi. I come from an overseas Chinese family and am the second young lady of the Jiang family. I am the head of the marketing department of the family business, Ronis Luxury Group.
After regaining my senses, I looked at the elderly lady with white hair, who was dressed exquisitely and elegantly.
"Madam, is your villa still available for rent?" I asked with a smile, speaking in a perfect London accent.
Grandma Misa waved her hand. "Miss, I haven't owned this villa for several years. It's no longer for rent; it was bought."
"Its current owner is Mr. Fu, right?" I almost blurted out.
Grandma Misa was taken aback. In the afterglow of the setting sun, her deep blue eyes looked at me with surprise.
“It was indeed Mr. Fu who bought it. Do you know him?” she said.
It turns out that he had already bought the villa where we had lived for two years.
My nose tingled with emotion, and I smiled and shook my head at Misa. "I don't know him, I just know him. Does Mr. Fu come here often?"
I couldn't help but ask again, and as I spoke, my slender earring swayed gently.
“Oh, no, I haven’t seen Mr. Fu for several years. I heard…” Mrs. Misa said with emotion, but she didn’t finish her sentence.
She probably meant to say, "I heard that I passed away a long time ago."
I didn't continue our pleasantries. After politely saying goodbye, I walked towards the red Ferrari supercar parked not far away.
Looking back halfway through the journey, the entire red-brick villa with its pointed roof was bathed in the sunset, a scene of breathtaking beauty.
Without realizing it, I seemed to see myself in my early twenties, standing on the second-floor balcony, holding a water glass, gazing at the scenery carefree.
"Xiao Fu, I want to go out for a walk. Will you come with me?" The girl's sweet and clear voice echoed in my ears.
"No time." I could almost hear Fu Yanshen's cold voice again.
Despite his cold words, he still followed her like a shadow after she went out alone.
I smiled knowingly, like an observer recalling the bittersweet daily life of a young couple who were in love but unaware of their own feelings.
My eyes gradually welled up with tears.
I miss him.
I was thinking like crazy.
For the past two years, I've only been able to read news about him, but I haven't been able to contact him.
In the financial news, he seems to be doing very well, very busy, with countless affairs to attend to, and there are no scandals about him.
Initially, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to live after I "died".
Later, when I saw that he was alright, I felt relieved, but then I wondered if he had accepted that I was dead and forgotten me, or something else?
I'm afraid he'll forget me, and I'm also afraid he'll live in the pain of my "death."
I want to break free from Old Master Ye's control. I want to go back. I'm not willing to be completely separated from Fu Yanshen like this.
I want to love him deeply, remarry, have children, and grow old together.
...
For the past two years, I've used work to pass the long and lonely hours.
Jiang Shuyi is a real person, but like me in the past, she was a beautiful but useless person who got into a car accident during a high-speed chase and became a vegetable.
She's still lying there. I was arranged by Leng Xiao to pretend to be a vegetable waking up and pick up the script of a good-for-nothing turning over a new leaf and making a comeback.
The Jiang family are overseas Chinese who settled in the UK during the Republic of China era. Their ancestors started in the watch business and now mainly design and sell luxury goods, covering fields such as watches, high fashion, jewelry and handbags.
It is a well-known luxury brand in the UK.
However, affected by the overall economic environment and the sluggish European market, the sales of the Rhodes brand have declined year by year, and many stores have been closed.
I plan to expand into the domestic market and have been conducting market research.
Inside the meeting room, I presented the PowerPoint slides while giving my explanation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, according to my research, Ronis has a large consumer base in first- and second-tier cities in China. They purchase our products through cross-border e-commerce websites and even through personal shoppers. Our products have consistently ranked among the top ten in sales on cross-border e-commerce websites. I believe we should open up the Chinese market as soon as possible..."
After the explanation ended, I returned to my seat and drank some water to soothe my dry throat.
"President Jiang, I have reviewed your project proposal. If all goes well, the board of directors will approve this project, and you will be in charge of it," the president, sitting in the chairman's seat, said to me in a deep voice.
"OK, I'm confident," I said confidently.
Unexpectedly, this matter was opposed by Leng Xiao.
Inside the coffee shop, he, now sporting a different face, put down his coffee cup and glanced at me indifferently. "It's impossible for you to go back to China."
“Cold—Alex, I’m going back to expand the market.” I almost blurted out his name, but immediately corrected myself, saying angrily.
He gave me a cold look. "I gave you this identity so you could lie low and do nothing. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
I:"……"
I work hard to make my life fulfilling, and at the same time, I can earn money and invest to make money grow.
What can you do by lying down? Just cry all day long?
"Don't try to outsmart us, think about Fu Yanshen's future."
Leng Xiao put down his coffee cup, said this, took out his wallet, tossed out a few bills to pay the bill, and left.
He's threatening me again, afraid that I'll go back to China and reunite with Fu Yanshen and the others.
I still don't understand why I have to "die" for everyone to be okay?
...
The sky was overcast, and light snow began to fall.
I was wandering aimlessly through the streets of London when I ended up at my old university.
The familiar campus is filled with memories of Fu Yanshen and me.
In the past, whenever I came to class, he would follow me to the classroom and sit next to me. I wasn't a diligent student and often slept in class, so he was the one who took my class notes.
He also learned English during that period.
I found myself walking to an old-fashioned public phone booth on campus, picking up the receiver and dropping in a coin.
At this time, it's morning in China, so he should be able to receive the call.
I want to hear his voice.
Unlike before when he answered instantly, it took him a while to answer the phone.
My heart was pounding wildly, and I was in my throat. For a moment, I didn't know how to start the conversation so that he wouldn't suspect anything, but I could still hear him say a few words.
"Beep—beep—beep—"
Before I could even speak, he had already hung up.
That's true. He's a busy CEO; he's lucky if he answers an unfamiliar landline number.
I immediately called back.
This time, he accepted it again.
"Hello, sir." I said as soon as the call connected.
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