Chapter 92: Ninety-second day after quitting the entertainment industry, I saw you and your handsome shop assistant...
Sang Qiqi, who made a guest appearance as God's Milk, always maintained her unique style of gloating over other people's misfortunes and taking advantage of others' misfortunes. She liked the comment praising "God's Milk's great power."
I’m afraid the storm stirred up by public opinion isn’t big enough.
When netizens saw her reappearance, still acting so unscrupulously with a verified account with tens of millions of followers, they had long since turned from their initial shock to calmness and composure.
[As expected of you, you eat melons quickly]
[No, sis, the shop just opened this time, right? And already on Weibo? Is that how you do it?]
[Don't talk about 377, you are also catching fish]
[This hurts my heart, but I don’t have to go to work/grin]
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[I just passed by your store and saw you kissing your handsome shop assistant. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll come back this afternoon to buy some paper figurines.]
[What? 377 took down the handsome shop assistant? And it's so intense?!]
Sang Qiqi: “???”
After trying hard to recall for three seconds, Sang Qiqi only remembered that she got a little closer to Duan Sui when she praised the omelet for being delicious. How could there be a kiss?
What nonsense!
She replied with a stern face, "I've reported you for spreading rumors," but the word "kiss" kept recurring to her mind. She stared blankly at her phone, her gaze shifting uncontrollably to Duan Sui. He was carrying an urn from the storage room, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his lean, muscular arms. Following his arm, Sang Qiqi's gaze settled on his slender fingers. Duan Sui's skin was fair, and his long fingers resting on the dark urn created a stark contrast, reminding her of him peeling crayfish for her last night.
"What are you thinking about?" The man who had placed the urn on the shelf turned and noticed the girl's dazed gaze. He waved his hand in front of her face. Pulled back to her thoughts, Sang Qiqi subconsciously raised her eyes and fixed them on Duan Sui's thin lips.
"..." Rubbing her face vigorously, she replied with a guilty look, "I was wondering where Yang Jing's body went."
This is not nonsense. When I saw the topic of Yang Jing's death, this doubt did flash through my mind.
The reason Yang Jing's death has become a trending topic, often labeled a "late-night ghost story," is that the security guard who leaked Yang Jing's information continued to monitor the surveillance footage with his colleagues for half an hour after realizing a homicide had occurred. They discovered that at a critical moment, the camera seemed to be blocked, leaving the entire screen pitch black, but with the sound of rustling. Five minutes later, the darkness lifted, and Yang Jing's body was gone from the camera's view.
Not only that, even the pool of blood on the ground was cleaned up. If it weren't for the blood stains on the security guard's shoes that hadn't disappeared, and the blood spots on his clothes after the fall, he would have thought he was just having a nightmare.
The security guard commented: "Strange! Really strange! We called the police and followed them to check all the cameras in the other corners of the villa during that time period, but we couldn't find the body. In other words, the body disappeared!"
The appearance of the words "disappeared without a trace" surprised the netizens who were following this strange story. They expressed irrational opinions one after another. Among them, the idea that Yang Jing came back to life and was possessed by someone else and then left was confirmed by the most people.
Sang Qiqi held her face in her hands and said to Duan Sui, "If nothing unexpected happens, the body was taken away by members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
After all, she called the introducer before leaving. As long as the other party realized that something was wrong, he would definitely ask the Taoist priests who followed Ning Changsheng that day to go out and look for him.
This is a good thing for Sang Qiqi.
Only after seeing Yang Jing's body could the other party confirm that Yang Jing was dead, and then turn their suspicion to Qianxu, and then increase the conflict between Jingbei and Yuantie Province, and make the internal situation of Jiuyou Tongshenhui a mess.
After contentedly exiting the trending search, Sang Qiqi was quickly drawn back to the trending topic surrounding Ningchuan Real Estate. Ningchuan Real Estate had accepted Yang Jing's suggestion and, in a few words, turned Ning Changsheng's fall from the chandelier into a case of him being framed and tricked by a business rival. The so-called retribution and divine punishment were pure nonsense.
They even labeled netizens as superstitious.
This made netizens very angry. They rushed to the official blog of Ningchuan Real Estate and posted more than 100,000 comments. In the end, they kept silent when Ningchuan Real Estate made an example of them and sent out a lawyer's letter.
However, netizens were forced to shut down their phones, and the person in charge of the Huaping City Convention and Exhibition Center was furious and dissatisfied.
When the employees who arrived at work at 8:30 opened the office door, they could hear their boss's furious voice from a distance:
"Bullshit! Ning Changsheng's people are full of nonsense! And they were set up by a business rival? Which business rival has the ability to tamper with such a high chandelier? Also, doesn't this clearly mean that our exhibition center's safety work is not up to standard? If netizens really fell for their tricks, how will our exhibition center accept projects in the future? They can just say a few words to whitewash their own boss, but what about us? Are we the ones who deserve to be blamed?! Who will compensate us for our losses?"
But despite the scolding, the person in charge knows what’s going on.
Ningchuan Real Estate, after all, was a major enterprise that had expanded beyond Yuantie Province, having donated a significant amount to their homeland over the years. They wanted to confront Ningchuan Real Estate head-on? Impossible. So they had no choice but to swallow the loss. It felt like having a fly in their mouth, sealed shut with glue. They couldn't spit it out, but had to force themselves to swallow it. It was utterly disgusting.
The other small leaders of the Convention and Exhibition Center naturally knew this, and they all sighed and comforted their boss:
"Don't be angry. There's no point in being angry. You'll only hurt yourself."
"That's right, Ningchuan Real Estate won't have a change of heart. And maybe we can cooperate in the future... There's nothing we can do."
"Come on, why are you still working with them? It's so unlucky! I just spoke to the people from the car company that's doing some dirty work. They asked me if I could take their job given your poor security. I don't think their boss will be introducing a new car on stage, only to have it blown up by a competitor the next day. It really made me laugh."
"Hey, don't tell me, according to Ningchuan Real Estate, it's not impossible for a shooting or explosion to happen in our exhibition center."
As they were talking, they looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
Big Boss: "...Are you trying to comfort me or add fuel to his uncle's fire?"
I heard that he had no need to rush to the hospital and beat Ning Changsheng up on the spot!
Several small leaders scratched their noses and kept silent.
The senior leader wasn't happy with them either. Just as he was about to tell them all to get out, there was a knock on the office door. After receiving a response, the person outside pushed the door open a crack. Meeting the staring eyes of so many leaders, his heart tightened. He was stunned for two seconds before turning his phone screen to face them and whispered, "Leaders, the official account of the Huaping City Public Security Bureau has issued a notice to help our convention and exhibition center correct its name."
What?
"Help us restore our convention center's reputation?!" The junior leader closest to the door took two steps forward, snatched the phone from the employee's hand, and stared at the screen for a long moment before suddenly exclaiming, "Wow, it's officially renamed!"
"What does it mean? Show us!"
His reaction piqued the curiosity of the other leaders, who all leaned over to check their phones. Seeing this, the junior leader simply held his phone in front of them. Under the bright screen, the words "Investigation Report" from the official account's post stood out. Looking back, among the long string of text, each leader selectively noticed only the words "The chandelier fell without human error."
“Ouch!”
“Ouch!”
“Ouch!”
Three consecutive "ouch" sounds were somewhat comical. Everyone hurriedly handed their phones to the leader and said, "Alright, alright, you don't have to be angry anymore. We police officers are all down-to-earth. Look, our convention center's reputation is back!"
The big boss kicked everyone out, read the police investigation report over and over again twelve times, and then read the comments from netizens. His face, which was originally as dark as the coal ash at the bottom of a pot, now smiled like a chrysanthemum, and it was so bright.
[Laughing Mouse! Congratulations to Boss Ning for adding another chapter to his glorious achievements and completing the fastest face-slapping achievement in history√]
[Uncle police, if you had released this investigation report earlier, you could have saved Boss Ning's face, hahahahaha]
[I don’t know what Boss Ning is feeling right now, but the person in charge of the exhibition center should be grinning from ear to ear.]
[I just saw someone criticize Ning Xiaozi for speaking out against someone at the Convention and Exhibition Center. I wonder if that comment is still up.]
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The big boss read through all the negative comments about Ningchuan Real Estate, then took his wolfberry thermos cup, slowly walked out of the office, and returned the phone to the employee.
Before leaving, he said, "Do your best. I believe in you."
staff:"……"
This compliment is really not sincere at all.
Sang Qiqi also read the police report and netizens' comments and couldn't help but sigh. If she had known Weibo would be so lively today, she should have handed the funeral service to Duan Sui and returned to the hospital in Huaping City to watch the fun.
When Ning Changsheng woke up, he first saw that Yang Jing had died, and then saw that the online public opinion was contrary to his wishes. His expression must have been very interesting.
She sighed, finally putting her phone down and standing up to greet the new guests entering the funeral service. Just as she was about to smile, she noticed the girl's eyes flickering between her and Duan Sui's mouths. She felt something was amiss, but before she could stop them, the girl started whispering to her companions, "What nonsense are the netizens talking about? Qiqi's lips aren't even swollen. How can they look like they've been kissed passionately?"
His companion echoed, "Yeah, yeah, the handsome shop assistant's mouth is clean too. Don't novels always describe girls' lips as red and swollen, and men's mouths as having bite marks?!"
Sang Qiqi: “…”
We should read fewer novels.
And that guy who spread the rumor that she and Duan Sui kissed, he'd better not come to buy paper-made items this afternoon.
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After staying in the hospital for several days, Mingxin felt extremely bored and almost went sick from boredom.
The problem was that Yunsheng had only woken up twice since the surgery, and each time, his eyelids fluttered open and closed, each time lasting less than three seconds. Mingxin bit into the chicken drumstick Pengqiu had given him as a friendly gift and mumbled a threat to the still-drowsy Yunsheng, "You'd better open your eyes completely today, or you'll never wake up again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingwu, who came to visit the patient, slapped him hard on the head.
The chicken leg in his mouth fell out in this sudden violence. Mingxin frantically grabbed the free-falling delicacy. Seeing that it was saved, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at his senior brother with a resentful look: "I just wanted to satisfy my craving."
Mingwu folded his arms and glared at him. "Haven't you had enough of your mouth these past couple of days? When I came here, the nurse said you'd been hanging around other wards whenever you had time. She said you were reading people's fortunes and making a lot of money, right?"
Mingxin: “…”
Although it was true, he felt that he needed to remind his senior brother that he was reading people's fortunes simply because he was bored and making money was just a side job.
"Brother, you don't understand. Didn't you always tell Master that I'm severely biased in my studies and only excel at drawing talismans? This is a perfect opportunity for me to improve my fortune-telling skills while I'm accompanying Yunsheng." Mingxin pointed in the direction of his fellow disciples Sushi and Pengqiu, "Don't worry about me bringing shame to our sect. I can find help for any fortunes I can't understand. If Yunsheng remains unconscious for a few more days, I think I'll have mastered all the fortune-telling techniques of the Huanlongtai."
"Really? Then why did I hear the police came to your house last night and accused you of fraud?"
"..." No, how come Senior Brother even knows about this? Mingxin scratched his head, and the expression on his face began to become indescribable. "Who told the patient in bed 12 downstairs to only listen to nice words? When I told her that she would be rich in the future, she was so happy that her eyes narrowed, and she wanted to worship me directly. But when I said that she had no childbearing luck and that the son might not be her biological son, she refused to believe it and said that there was something wrong with my eyes. So I dragged Pengqiu over as well. Pengqiu took a look and said that the color of her child palace was not good, and it was black and yellow. The more she listened, the angrier she became. Not only did she not give me money, she also called the police and asked them to arrest us!"
The police came and investigated his identity. They found out that he was a Taoist priest from Liuyun Temple. Without saying much, they waved and let him leave.
"Anyway, the problem doesn't lie with me." Mingxin muttered a few words, turned around and went back to play games with a chicken leg in his mouth.
Mingwu knew that Mingxin had nothing to do with the word "swindle and deception," but he still had to know what had happened last night. Now that he had heard the whole story, he couldn't help but laugh.
Mingwu stopped staring at Mingxin and looked to the other side. Uncle Qingyang lay in bed, while Sushi and Pengqiu, brothers from Liuyun Temple, seemed to want to avoid interrupting their conversation. They walked out the door, saying they were going for a walk and some fresh air.
Mingwu withdrew his gaze from Su Shi's back and found that his uncle Qingyang was staring at his mobile phone with a frown, and seemed to have not noticed his arrival at all.
This surprised Mingwu a little.
He called out, "Uncle Master."
Qingyang still didn't respond, so Mingwu walked over to Qingyang's bedside and waved his hand before his eyes. His gaze, completely focused on his phone screen, was suddenly interrupted by a hand. Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Mingwu from the corner of his eye, then quickly returned to his usual self. He smiled and asked, "When did you get here?"
"I've been here for quite a while now, and I've even been scolded." Mingxin complained, but couldn't help but feel a little curious. "Uncle, you've been staring at your phone for half an hour. What are you looking at?"
Mingwu was also quite curious.
Being stared at by the two with doubtful eyes, Qing Yang pursed his lips and said, "Looking at the news this morning, a bodyguard of that big boss named Ning Changsheng suddenly died in his villa."
"What!" Mingxin couldn't care less about the game. After handing it over to the bot, he quickly opened Weibo and rushed to the scene of the melon-eating. When he saw several trending topics side by side, he sighed twice. "Oh my god, the Taoist priest I was talking about yesterday is dead? This death is too sudden, isn't it?"
"It was indeed quite sudden." Qingyang lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the screenshot of Yang Jing's death that had been released in the comments section. He clicked save, his eyes darkening. Then he heard Mingxin sigh, "Ning Changsheng was slapped in the face by the police? Tsk tsk tsk, he must be pissed to death. I saw the stock price trend posted by netizens, why does it seem to be even lower than yesterday?"
Mingxin had been constantly forwarding Weibo posts to Mingwu these past few days. Mingwu was naturally aware of Ning Changsheng's situation, so he leaned over to take a look at the Weibo post. He smiled and said, "The market value has evaporated quite a bit. Boss Ning must be terribly worried."
"I'm so anxious! People like Dai Jianhua are not good people." Mingxin couldn't wait to show off the results of his two days of secret learning. "I see that his forehead is dark, his nose bridge is sunken, and his eyebrows are too narrow. He is definitely going to have bad luck in the near future."
Mingwu carefully took a look at the photo of Ning Changsheng at the convention center and was slightly surprised: "I really succeeded in stealing your skills."
Mingxin raised the corner of his mouth smugly: "Of course."
The two brothers were talking excitedly, and Mingwu didn't mind praising this annoying junior brother. He didn't notice that Qingyang's face turned extremely ugly when Mingxin said "he's been unlucky lately".
It is also at this moment.
Behind him, unnoticed, Yunsheng awoke from a pitch-black world. His head was still groggy, but the fingers resting on the bed moved. Then, with difficulty, his eyelids fluttered open. As he gazed at the bright light overhead, a few tears streamed from his eyes, irritated. He opened his mouth, but weakly, no sound emanated.
Qingyang, who had turned off his phone and was trying to calm down, accidentally glanced at Yunsheng's open eyes and his expression suddenly tightened.
"Hey, Taoist Yunsheng is awake?"
The nurse who came in to check on the ward was surprised to see the young man on the bed open his eyes.
Yunsheng and Qingyang were injured on duty, so city officials visited them during their hospitalization. They didn't hide their dedication, and several nurses, while helping to change their dressings, overheard the details. They learned the reason for their hospitalization and sincerely hoped Qingyang would recover soon and Yunsheng would wake up soon.
When the nurse reminded them, Mingwu and Mingxin were stunned and turned their heads immediately.
Mingxin kept yelling at Yunsheng to never wake up, but when he finally opened his eyes, he scurried off faster than a monkey and landed on Yunsheng's bedside in the blink of an eye. He held up his phone, turned on the timer, and when the number hit 10, his eyes lit up: "This is incredible! He opened his eyes for ten seconds without passing out. That's a record!"
Mingwu: "..."
Still deserves a beating.
Pushing away this annoying junior fellow, Ming Wu asked softly, "How do you feel?"
Yunsheng was speechless, his head heavy, the scene before him like floating water. But miraculously, under such circumstances, he still heard the simple words of concern clearly, and also recognized the owner of the voice.
The tears welled up in his eyes, and Yunsheng struggled to move his hands, which were resting weakly on the bed, to reach out to Mingwu. But he had no strength left, and after a long time, he couldn't touch Mingwu. He could only open and close his lips.
Seeing that he wanted to speak, Mingwu simply lowered his body and put his ear close to Yunsheng's mouth.
"Qing...Qing...Yang..."
Mingwu had to listen to the stumbling and weak voice several times before he could hear it clearly. He smiled gently at Yunsheng, moved his body to the side where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and said, "Uncle Qingyang is fine. Look, he has woken up and is recovering well."
Yunsheng didn't have the strength to turn his head, but with Mingwu's reminder and shifting, he turned his eyes to the side and could clearly see Qingyang's figure out of the corner of his eye. When he realized that Qingyang's dark eyes were staring straight at him, Yunsheng seemed to be greatly stimulated and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Noticing this, Mingwu frowned and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Qingyang's worried voice: "What's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this? Hurry and call a doctor to take a look!"
Mingxin saw that Yunsheng's condition was indeed not right, and after being urged by Qingyang, he immediately threw his cell phone on the bed and ran to find a doctor.
When he passed the nurse's station, he ran into Su Shi and Peng Qiu who were wandering back. Peng Qiu was a little surprised to see him running so fast and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"
Mingxin's voice was carried by the wind to Pengqiu's ears: "Yunsheng has woken up, but his body is still twitching. I'll find a doctor to see him."
"Yunsheng is awake?" Pengqiu sighed. "He woke up twice before, but fainted again soon after. This time he must have really woken up. The doctor said that as long as he wakes up, he'll be fine... So it seems that there's no big problem."
Su Shi looked thoughtfully at Ming Xin's back as he turned into the doctor's office. Recalling the strangeness he had noticed in Qing Yang, he twitched his lips and said meaningfully, "That's not necessarily true."
Ignoring his junior fellow apprentice's puzzled expression, he raised his chin towards him and said, "Let's go and take a look."
Arriving at the ward, Pengqiu's first reaction was to look at Yunsheng lying on the bed. Just as Mingxin said, Yunsheng had woken up, but Yunsheng's fingers were tightly pinching Mingwu's hand. His chest was heaving violently due to his heavy breathing, and his eyeballs were slightly bulging, making him look a little strange.
Completely different from Pengqiu, Su Shi’s first reaction when he walked to the door of the ward was to look at Qingyang.
As expected, the uncle from Liuyun Temple stared at Yunsheng, but there was no worry and concern in his eyes that an uncle should have. Instead, there was more malice and cruelty.
This uncle-master... doesn't seem very satisfied with Yunsheng's awakening.
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