Chapter 242 The Secret Pouch Takes Effect
Ye Wanxi was startled, looking like a primary school kid caught secretly playing games by her parents, and immediately hid under the covers.
After dodging, she realized something was wrong. She was just playing around for work, so why was she panicking?
Gao Min arrived at this moment. She glanced at the phone in Ye Wanxi's hand and asked with a smile, "Still not asleep? Playing games?"
"Is it fun?"
Ye Wanxi's eyes lit up slightly: "Fun."
I was able to win the whole game while just watching the pros slay the newbies – it was pure bliss!
"Even if it's fun, you can't play all the time; it's bad for your eyes. Go to bed early tonight; Mr. Xiao might be coming over tomorrow."
"President Xiao? What's he doing here?"
"He said he wanted to come see you, and also had something he wanted you to help him with, but he didn't say anything specific."
What could Xiao Yuti possibly need her help with? It's nothing more than that kind of thing.
Ye Wanxi then thought of this President Xiao, who, besides being her boss, would most likely become her nominal uncle-in-law in the future.
His visit is something we should definitely take seriously.
"Okay, I'll go to sleep after I take a shower."
Seeing that Ye Wanxi was so cooperative, Gao Min stopped nagging her and left satisfied.
Ye Wanxi's first game came to an abrupt end with the surprise visit of the man's relatives.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the network, someone who had sent Ye Wanxi a friend request as soon as the game ended stared at Ye Wanxi's blacked-out profile picture, their eyes slightly lowered.
"Are you offline?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud, boisterous voice came from outside the training room: "Brother Lin, are you up yet? Time for breakfast!"
Jiang Lin looked up at the gate, his fingers tracing the grayed-out profile picture, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not a girlfriend, it's..."
To his right, his phone was connected to a computer, and lines of code kept jumping up and down on the computer screen, precisely locking onto a small red dot.
If Ye Wanxi were here, she would find that the IP address displayed on this little red dot is her home address!
The Jiang and Song families, located in the same villa area on the western outskirts of City A, are neighbors separated only by a wall.
The Jiang family is a well-known jewelry family in City A, with a profound background and extensive connections. They are the kind of family that many wealthy businessmen in the villa area are eager to befriend.
The Song family next door to the Jiang family was the complete opposite. They had no background and were rural people who had built their fortune through their own hard work. They seized opportunities in their early years and made a name for themselves. In addition, their children were successful, so their family was quite wealthy.
However, in the eyes of most wealthy people, such people are no different from nouveau riche. They have no special connections, no common topics, and can't even talk to each other. They avoid them like the plague, let alone take the initiative to befriend them.
Therefore, since the Song family moved here, they have been intentionally or unintentionally isolated by other residents in the same community.
However, to everyone's surprise, these two families, who seemed worlds apart in the eyes of others, unexpectedly became very good friends.
The reason lies with the women of these two households.
Mrs. Jiang of the Jiang family is a typical rich lady and young lady. Both her maternal and paternal families are well-known old families in City A.
This pampered young lady, who was loved by her parents at home and doted on by her husband after marriage, had a strange love for growing flowers and plants, and she would kill a whole bunch of them with each plant she planted, making her a veritable plant killer.
Mrs. Song, on the other hand, had experienced hardship in her early years, just like her husband. Although she is now wealthy, she still enjoys growing things at home.
The shared "hobby" brought two unrelated people together.
In particular, with Mrs. Song's help, Mrs. Jiang finally stopped everything she planted died and managed to grow several flowers with her own hands, which made Mrs. Song a close friend of Mrs. Jiang.
Because of the relationship between the two wives, the two families gradually started to visit each other more often, and over time, they became very good friends.
Mrs. Jiang had just returned from shopping when she heard that her neighbor's daughter had been in a car accident. She was so shocked that she ran to the neighbor's house without even putting her things down.
"What happened? I heard from the security guard at the gate that you were in a car accident as soon as I got back. Are you alright? Are you injured?"
Mrs. Song had recently escaped death and was still in shock after taking a hot shower. However, when she saw her best friend rushing to her house with bags and packages, she calmed down considerably.
"It's alright, it's alright, Old Song and I are both fine."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Old Song, whom Mrs. Song had mentioned, walked out from inside with his hair still wet.
Mrs. Song gave him a disapproving look and scolded, "You came out without drying your hair again. Do you really think you're still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy? If you get a headache or fever later, you'll be uncomfortable for several days."
As Mrs. Song spoke, she reached out her hand to her husband. Old Song chuckled, handed the dry towel to his wife, and then skillfully squatted down next to her, letting her help him dry his hair.
Mrs. Jiang, sitting on the other side: "..." She came to care for her best friend, not to be fed dog food!
Mrs. Jiang, who had almost lost her composure, took a deep breath and asked with concern, "I'm so glad you're all alright. What happened? Did you bump into someone, or did someone bump into you? Is the other person... seriously injured?"
Her question caused the Song couple's expressions to change.
"Today, Lao Song took me out to buy clothes. On the way back, he was driving on the bridge when a large truck suddenly went out of control and crashed into us."
Mrs. Song recalled the scene, her face turning pale: "There was water under the bridge. When we crashed, we all fell into the water, car and all."
Mrs. Jiang's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. It was bad enough that she was in a car accident, but to fall into the water was even worse!
It's important to understand that the internal and external pressures are already high when a car falls into water, and some people can't even open the car door, so they can only be trapped and die inside.
The thought of such a desperate situation is terrifying.
"Luckily, Old Song was strong enough to break open the car door and pull me out, otherwise you probably wouldn't be seeing me now."
Mrs. Song's words were not an exaggeration; she and Old Song barely made it ashore after a near-death experience.
Passersby who saw the commotion had already called the police and 120 (emergency services), and the police and rescue team arrived quickly.
The couple were taken to the hospital for a check-up, and after it was confirmed that they were fine, they gave a statement to the police.
Before the statement was even finished, news came that the rescue team had pulled the truck driver out of the water.
Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and the person is no longer here.
Upon learning of this, Mrs. Song was filled with lingering fear. If it weren't for this... they probably wouldn't have fared much better than that truck driver.
Thinking this, Mrs. Song hurriedly tugged at her husband's hand: "Old Song, that brocade pouch..."
"Oh right, the brocade pouch." Old Song slapped his forehead, hurriedly got up to look for it, and soon returned with a delicate little bag.
(End of this chapter)
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