"Grandpa," Ouyang said, "You are too biased. At least I call you Grandpa. Do you think I am so unmotivated?"
She has already helped the He family, and the Zhuo family and the He family will become closer because of this family dinner. The He family will also be useful to the Zhuo family.
After the crowd dispersed, He Er saw her and Long Yihang walking hand in hand on the grass. He wanted to go over and say something, but felt it was inappropriate, so he didn't go up.
"Who is he?" Long Yixing asked.
"He Er?" Ouyang said, "The boss of the firm, a megalomaniac."
"The office that doesn't allow women in?"
"that is."
"Are you dissatisfied with them?"
She was indeed somewhat dissatisfied with some of their practices. If you must ask why, you'd probably blame the homeless woman who waited outside the office. It was her story that made her dissatisfied with them. The homeless woman used to sell men's suits. One day, Shi Heer walked into their store. She fell in love with him at first sight and tried every possible way to get close to him, but he said, "I'm not interested in women." She became depressed and unable to work normally, so she spent all her savings and bought the smallest house next to the office. She saw Heer outside the office every day, and that was enough for her, so she lived the life she has now. Without a job and no money to pay for utilities, she wandered around and made a living by stealing people's wallets. The people at the office once wanted to drive her away, but like a stubborn cockroach, she would always appear around the office without anyone noticing.
As for He Er, he probably even forgot the woman's name.
"Ouyang?" Long Yixing saw that she was silent, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just thought of something." The family dinner was almost over. "Let's go back."
Later, the He family sent the box and painting to the Ouyang family. She was not surprised. After all, the purpose of finding these two things was to find the Zhuo family. Since the latter had been completed, the former was not so important.
When Ouyang arrived at the homeless woman's home, she had already died of hunger, and her ashes were placed in an unclaimed cabinet without even a name.
That time, she broke into the office again, but this time no one stopped her, allowing her to go straight into He Er's office.
"Why are you here?" He Er asked. He had controlled himself from losing his temper. "Although..."
Ouyang threw the urn in his hand onto his desk, causing the ashes inside to tremble out.
"Backstreet 51!"
He was indifferent: "That woman is finally dead?"
She believed that this man was an indirect murderer, and it was his indifference to women that made her leave in disappointment. She had never even caused him any trouble, and she just waited for him quietly not far away.
Ouyang began to doubt herself. Could she really change his view of women? But what good would that do? The person she most wanted to help was gone. Everything else was meaningless.
"He Er, remember," Ouyang said, "without her, you wouldn't have gotten that box and painting."
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