"Oh, this..." Zhu Jingwei stammered for a long time, unable to say anything.
Lin Zhaojiang chuckled twice, turned and left, not forgetting to make a face at his aunt before leaving.
Zhu Jingwei waved her fist at his retreating figure and laughed.
It seems that ever since he reconciled with Song Wan, this nephew has been in a better mood.
Indeed, the power of love is great; it can transform a cold and ruthless man into a warm and sunny one.
Zhu Jingwei didn't go back to sleep, but instead went to her private study. It was huge; some trendy bookstores weren't even half the size. Rare books, antique vases, and calligraphy and paintings by famous artists decorated the room with an atmosphere of ultimate luxury, exuding the fragrance of books.
Zhu Jingwei sat at her large desk, laid out the calligraphy written by Song Wan, and had a pot of tea brought over, which she then leisurely sipped.
After a while, she took out a piece of calligraphy that Xu Yanqing had once written from the safety pocket behind her.
She sighed softly.
For some reason, she missed Xu Yanqing especially tonight, particularly when she saw Song Wan.
Perhaps it was because of the moment Song Wan lowered her eyes, her gentle and quiet temperament, and her slightly timid gaze... that gave her the illusion that Xu Yanqing had returned.
Zhu Jingwei snapped out of her reverie, took a deep breath, poured herself a small cup of tea, and muttered to herself while looking at Xu Yanqing's words.
"This is your favorite oolong tea. I specially had it brewed for you... Look, this calligraphy over there was written by that little girl named Song Wan. I think... it bears a striking resemblance to your handwriting!"
Zhu Jingwei smiled. "Yan Qing, I remember you used to like to write a few characters to relax when you got tired of writing. But I don't know much about calligraphy, so I can't help you with that... Sigh, if only you hadn't met He Cangwu, you would definitely be the most prominent writer, or at the very least, you could be a mentor in the theater world like me, living a smooth and successful life..."
Zhu Jingwei's fingers traced over Xu Yanqing's words.
This calligraphy was found when someone was sorting through Xu Yanqing's belongings. Xu Yanqing's death was very strange and sudden. She was an orphan, and her funeral arrangements were handled by the director of the orphanage.
When the dean handed the calligraphy to Zhu Jingwei, Zhu Jingwei learned of Xu Yanqing's death and almost collapsed to the ground.
For so many years, this calligraphy has lay quietly in the safe. She dared not take it out, afraid of being reminded of painful memories.
“But today, when I saw that little girl Song Wan, I suddenly thought of you.” Zhu Jingwei said softly while touching the paper, “She really resembles you. The only difference is that she has Zhao Jiang who truly loves and protects her. Her life is better than yours… He Cangwu will never cherish you the way Zhao Jiang cherished her!”
"You're so silly!" Zhu Jingwei said, her voice trembling with sadness. She unconsciously patted the calligraphy piece, but the pat revealed that the paper on one side and the other side seemed to be of different thicknesses…
Zhu Jingwei was taken aback, and after touching it carefully a few more times, she discovered that the calligraphy had a hidden layer!
"This is……"
She frowned, her mind a bit confused.
Although she didn't understand calligraphy and painting, she knew a little about the mounting process. Xu Yanqing's calligraphy was mounted, and Xu Yanqing, who strived for perfection in everything, would never allow someone to do such a shoddy job with her work.
Could there be a hidden secret here?
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Jingwei's mind. She immediately opened the drawer, found a utility knife, and carefully made a cut along the edge of the calligraphy.
She reached her hand into that compartment.
really!
Zhu Jingwei's expression changed; there really was something inside. She took it out and looked at it; it was a note folded several times. She unfolded it and saw the bank's name and a string of numbers written on it.
"What is this?" Zhu Jingwei was completely confused.
Yuncheng Bank is a local bank, headquartered next to the China Forestry Group building. Because it is controlled by the China Forestry Group, Yuncheng Bank is also known as China Forestry Group's slush fund.
So what does this string of numbers represent?
Zhu Jingwei was completely baffled. She quietly put the note away, pondered for a moment, and then went back to her room to discuss it with Situ Cheng.
*
The He family's banquet was held as scheduled.
That day, the He family's hotel was bustling with activity, as all the prominent figures in Yun City were present. He Cangwu mingled among the crowd, interacting with them with ease and grace.
Besides He Cangwu, Song Wan was also a key figure at the banquet.
Many people have turned their attention to this young female author who has already published a bestselling book.
The film that He Cangwu is producing is adapted from her work, and he specifically requested that she serve as the screenwriter, which is something that many new writers would never have.
There were many envious glances, but also quite a few skeptical ones.
Some people even gossiped behind her back: "Have you read the book she wrote?"
"I've seen it... Ha, all that whining and rambling, nothing interesting!"
"But Mr. He likes it!"
"Hasn't Song Wan always been like this?" The woman covered her mouth and laughed, deliberately lowering her voice, but her words were still sharp and grating. "Her rise to fame is a history of climbing the ladder by relying on men! Ha, first Lin Zhaojiang, and now He Cangwu, she's relied on older men all along, she really has a heavy taste!"
"What's wrong with an older man who's rich and considerate?" someone laughed nearby. "Besides, once a man is over thirty-five, he doesn't care as much about that kind of thing... This Miss Song Wan has gained both fame and fortune, and doesn't even have to worry about dealing with things in bed. What a shrewd plan she's made! Hahaha..."
"But she's still with Lin Zhaojiang! And President Lin too, he's got a huge green field on his head, and he's still very happy about it, it's really incomprehensible!"
Song Wan stood not far away and heard their discussion clearly.
Lin Zhaojiang ran into some business associates and left to socialize for a while. She waited for him in the same spot, but unexpectedly overheard these offensive remarks. She trembled with anger, her face turning pale. Just as she was thinking about how to deal with those women, a loud voice suddenly came from not far away.
"Don't understand? Ha, you can ask me if you don't understand something!"
Song Wan was stunned for a moment. She saw Zhu Jingwei, dressed in a gorgeous dress, walk over with a wine glass in her hand. After exchanging a glance with her, Zhu Jingwei turned around and stood firmly behind her.
At that moment, Song Wan felt an urge to cry.
When the women saw that it was Zhu Jingwei, they fell silent, exchanging awkward smiles.
Zhu Jingwei's status was self-evident, and the oppressive aura she exuded made these noblewomen dare not act presumptuously in front of her.
"Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Jin," Zhu Jingwei greeted them with a smile. "What was it that you couldn't figure out earlier? It seems... it's about our Zhaojiang? Heh, I love helping others solve their problems! Especially since it concerns my nephew, I know all about it! I'll definitely tell you everything I know to make everyone satisfied. How about it?"
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