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“We can discuss the possibility of you getting beaten up,” Nan Yehe said expressionlessly.
Xu Jiu shrugged fearlessly, "I think this toilet really needs a bit more of a lively atmosphere."
This is really a headache.
That's probably human nature.
At this moment, Nan Yehe really wanted to shove Xu Jiu's head into the toilet, so that this toilet stall would have one more true wronged soul from now on.
However, for the sake of the health and well-being of ordinary people, she held back.
"Alright, actually I'm nothing mysterious. I dress so plainly to meet people, probably to talk about some shady topics." Xu Jiu said with a smile, speaking about something that wasn't exactly honorable.
There are many unspeakable topics, and Nan Yehe has dealt with them before.
The problem is, someone like Xu Jiu should be very sensible. Even if it's just a typical case of dividing spoils or a property dispute, she would just get caught up in the mess and be reported and investigated. At most, she'd end up in jail. What kind of person would bother her so much that they'd stab her to death?
“I think you’ve already created countless negative personas for me in your mind,” Xu Jiu said calmly. “I’m law-abiding, okay? I’m not some rebellious youth who’s lost his mind and committed all sorts of crimes in an attempt to surpass my father’s achievements. As long as I can buy what I like and do what I like, that’s fine.”
You probably use even more adjectives to describe yourself. Nan Ye crossed her arms and gazed intently.
"What else could be so shameful? Oh, let's talk about unspoken rules? That shouldn't be surprising to you," Nan Yehe calmly analyzed.
Xu Jiu looked at her with an expression that seemed to say, "Can't you put this kind of serious attitude into your studies?" "Were you watching those 'entertainment industry exposés' on Zhihu? What kind of sitcoms are you thinking about?"
Otherwise, what else can be done? These are the kinds of things that can connect with these people, so it's acceptable to have a lot of public relations-related storylines.
Nan Yehe wanted to continue arguing when her phone suddenly rang with a new message.
The video sent by Li Jiangui appears to be a surveillance video.
She clicked on it and saw that it was Xu Jiu eating at a fast food restaurant with a middle-aged man.
Nan Yehe also knew this person; he was the CEO of a video website.
Why would she know her? Nan Yehe frowned in thought.
"So it was him, the guy who always likes to appear on his own company's shows and add more scenes for himself," Xu Jiu said, stroking his chin.
No wonder it looked familiar; that's why I recognized it.
"This guy is quite unique. He chooses a fast food restaurant to discuss business. He's a well-known person, yet he's so open about it." Nan Yehe shook his head and looked at his phone screen.
Xu Jiu waved his hand, looking like he was drunk, "That's not fame. He's just an ordinary greasy middle-aged man drinking soda at a fast food restaurant. Besides, we might not even be talking business."
Yeah?
Nan Yehe looked at the two people on the screen and opened her phone. Xu Jiu's phone screen even showed a QR code for transferring money.
"Even your money transfers are so refreshingly unpretentious," Nan Yehe mocked.
“Wait a minute, who’s transferring to whom? If we use this method, the amount won’t be too large, so it’s definitely not a particularly troublesome matter.” Xu Jiu leaned forward to confirm the transaction partner.
"You made things all so complicated and mysterious before." Nan Yehe pondered for a while and decided it was best to go back and check on things.
Even if there are no security cameras in the restroom, it is still a public place.
“We’ll look into it when we get back. The police officers have probably already started their investigation. Just try to recall it yourself.” Nan Yehe turned off her phone and glanced at Xu Jiu.
Xu Jiu didn't seem too worried and nodded.
When the two of them returned to their seats, sure enough, the two were already fighting.
“I told you, Nanfengting, Chacha is in this state because of you. You never take care of it, you just leave it at home and don’t care about it. If I hadn’t found it in time, Chacha would probably be with me in the underground.”
And then a single bet at the end??
“I feed it well every day, unlike you, who was so thin when you sent it over?” Nan Fengting held the cup, maintaining a calm tone.
Why does the person behind her speak with such a grandmotherly tone?
Nan Yehe didn't want the two of them to have a family dispute here. After all, the cat's whereabouts were none of her business, but she still had to save face.
"Stop for a moment, Nan Fengting. You can talk to the manager and ask him to find you a rooftop where you can argue all you want, okay?" Nan Yehe's tone didn't contain a hint of inquiry.
Xu Jiu chuckled to himself, "At that point, let alone arguing, it's no problem if they both fall off the building in a fit of excitement."
They were completely unburdened by their insults; lovelorn men and women should be taught to be quiet through violence.
Yang Lai turned her head, bit her lower lip, and looked quite unconvinced.
Sometimes breakups are like this: you can ignore everything else, but you have to keep the cat.
"Then I'll be going now, Miss Yang. Thank you for the information." Nan Fengting politely said goodbye to Yang Lai, but Yang Lai ignored Nan Fengting and turned to leave.
It really opened her eyes to the fact that someone her age couldn't even sort out such a simple matter.
As Nan Yehe left the restaurant, she suddenly realized that she had been tricked by Xu Jiu far too many times.
A lot of time was wasted asking those two useless questions.
This is a total rip-off. It's not some kind of vengeful ghost; it's clearly a vampire.
Nan Yehe got into the car and glanced coldly at Xu Jiu, who suddenly had a fit of madness and wanted to sit on the hood of the car and sing.
Singing is one thing, but even if it's just so-so, that's fine too.
But the song in question is about pink memories.
What a terrible thing to do.
Nan Yehe needs to remain extremely calm in order to drive steadily on this road.
"I can't forget you! I'll write you in my diary! I can't forget you..." Xu Jiu was singing enthusiastically when he suddenly stopped.
"Taiyi, let's go eat." She turned her head and looked at Nan Yehe, whose expression was gloomy.
So what is Taiichi?! Are we still hung up on the Digimon jokes from last time?
Nan Yehe gripped the steering wheel even tighter.
"Really, let's go eat. I want to try that private kitchen restaurant." Xu Jiu's attitude was surprisingly sincere.
But it would be a miracle if Nan Yehe believed it.
Here she wanted to warn Xu Jiu, Nan Yehe said in a deep voice, "My time is precious."
Xu Jiu understood her situation and wasn't apprehensive at all.
"Anyway, you'll just be cooking at home anyway, so let's go, I'll take you to get something good to eat."
"Are you paying the bill?"
"You're married."
This was the first time Nan Yehe had ever seen someone so brazenly accept being treated to a meal.
Anyway, she was supposed to eat at a restaurant tonight, and if it weren't for that lunatic Nan Fengting, she'd probably be eating perfectly right now.
That would be fine if we went along with Xu Jiu's wishes, but everything now has to be recorded in the books.
After all, she is a rational, living person.
Xu Jiu found her a private restaurant, which was quite famous to be honest. She was lucky when she arrived; there were still seats available even without a reservation.
It's just that it's not a private room, so Nan Ye and He Ge don't know what Xu Jiu will get to eat.
"One of everything, from here to here." Xu Jiu didn't treat himself like a human being at all, ordering a lot of dishes with great gusto.
Nan Yehe gave a forced smile, "Remember to send the money."
After ordering the food, Xu Jiu suddenly became quiet, just like a person, sitting there quietly and turning to look out the window.
"Did I sing that song well today?" Xu Jiu asked her, his eyes still fixed on the view outside the window.
Nan Yehe didn't want the people around her to think she was a lonely lunatic, so she hurriedly tapped her fingers twice to indicate that it really sounded awful.
"Thanks."
Who would have thought that the other side had such a strong mental fortitude?
"Well, judges, since I'm quite capable, can I play the victim?" Xu Jiu gave a faint smile. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through her body, and her pale, lifeless face seemed to suddenly come alive.
Nan Yehe paused for a moment, then gently tapped the table.
"If it weren't for the pink memories, I probably would have forgotten that today is... the day my mother passed away?" Xu Jiu hesitated a bit. "Don't blame me for not knowing. She seemed to have passed away not long after I was born."
“I don’t have much of an impression of her. She was like a madwoman when she was trying to comfort me. She liked to sing ‘Pink Memories.’ I only found out about her later when I watched videos.” Xu Jiu lowered her eyes, looking emotionless. “When I was a little older and more aware, I felt sad and would find a day to visit her grave. But as I grew older, the little place she held in my memory seemed to be fading away.”
This is unexpected. Logically, shouldn't this longing grow deeper and deeper?
Nan Yehe, who had not yet experienced such a separation, did not quite understand.
“My dad will probably go see her today, and maybe if we wait a little longer, he'll come see me too,” Xu Jiu chuckled. “But if I leave with this mindset, I might get a beating from my mom when I get there. After all, if she asks me, ‘Do you miss me?’, I’ll definitely reply, ‘Who are you?’”
After saying that, she laughed happily.
What a strange family, what strange people.
The dishes in front of Nan Yehe gradually filled up, but she didn't touch them.
"Go ahead and eat." Xu Jiu turned his head and looked into her eyes. "Judge, I've finished speaking."
Nan Yehe picked up her chopsticks and looked at Xu Jiu carefully to make sure she didn't cry out.
Xu Jiu saw through her intentions at a glance, raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't worry, I have a high level of ideological awareness. Besides, the situation is just right now. If I cry, wouldn't that be doing the same thing as that stabbed trash?"
Nan Yehe stopped smiling and started eating.
The situation is perfect? How could it be perfect? Even if the criminal is caught, so what? Resurrection is just wishful thinking; there is absolutely no evidence to support it.
However, Xu Jiu herself said that she had a high level of ideological awareness, so they went along with her wishes.
As long as she's happy, that's all that matters.
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