Chapter 29 The rule in the underworld is that wives and cars don't...
"Yes, thank you for your advice."
"Thank you so perfunctorily!" Yan Yousui complained, biting her straw. "You have family, but it seems like you don't. I seem to be liked, but they don't like me. I can empathize with you."
Jiang Miaomiao shook her head, refusing: "Wrong, you're trying to impress me with your Versailles."
"Hmm?" Yan Yousui looked up and smiled, "No, no, no?"
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jiang Miaomiao mimicked his tone.
Although she had already given up on Dr. Yan's emotional intelligence, her smile became more relaxed.
Who can blame her? Her laughter and words are always so captivating, so captivating that you might mistakenly believe she is sincere. But once you get to know her, you realize what she is thinking, what she plans to do, and why she can laugh out loud in any situation.
If she hadn't told anyone, no one would have known.
My phone suddenly beeped.
Jiang Miaomiao glanced at it; it was a text message from the bank confirming the money had been deposited into her account!
Jiang Zhengye transferred 30 million yuan into her private account.
Immediately following was the inside information sent by Jiang Si.
[Jiang Si: My older brother sold one of his properties at a discounted price with the full amount paid.]
[Jiang Miaomiao: Compared to my stocks worth 300 million, he's certainly willing to give up his 30 million.]
[Jiang Si: ...So, what's next?]
[Jiang Miaomiao: If you want to earn some extra money, come tomorrow morning at 9 AM. Wait for my address.]
[Jiang Si: As expected of her aunt's good niece.]
[Jiang Miaomiao: I never said my agency was free.]
[Jiang Si: I'm throwing a stinky salted fish at you.jpg.]
"Gurgle."
"Gurgle."
The person across the table suddenly sucked hard on the red beans at the bottom of his cup, as if afraid that Jiang Miaomiao wouldn't know he was sulking.
She lazily raised her eyes: "Yan San Sui, what's wrong now?"
Yan Yousui said disdainfully, "I'm drinking milk tea with you, but you're just playing on your phone and ignoring me. That's too much!"
"Can't I even reply to a few messages? You're so stingy, it's like you don't need to go to the bathroom."
"No matter how urgent it is, you have to hold it in." When he's a doctor performing surgery, it's common for him to stand for three or four hours without being able to drink water, eat, or go to the toilet.
Jiang Miaomiao smiled and pushed all the milk tea over to him, "Here! You can drink it all! I won't snatch it, let's see if you can hold it in after you finish it, Dr. Yan!"
“Okay,” Yan Yousui nodded, reaching out to gather the remaining fourteen cups of milk tea into her pocket. “They’re all mine. Anyway, you didn’t say I had to drink them now, so I’ll drink them slowly and won’t give you any!”
"Hey, that's not how you play word games."
"Then why don't you refute me?"
That's so childish!
Jiang Miaomiao sighed, "His emotional intelligence is lacking, but his IQ is quite high." No wonder he was able to become an attending physician at a top-tier hospital at such a young age!
The two only finished six cups of milk tea, and Yan Yousui packed the remaining ten to take home. But Jiang Miaomiao was so curious about the legendary "milk tea rice" that she couldn't resist ordering a picture of it to see for herself.
Although he enjoys photography in his spare time, asking him to contribute his work is...
After thinking for a moment, Yan Yousui decided to take the opportunity to extort a second barbecue from Jiang Miaomiao.
Jiang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows: "Oh my, you've turned into a four-year-old."
Yan Yousui gave a haughty hum. A soft, slightly sweet low voice—well, she'd become "Yan the Three-Year-Old" again!
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With some time to spare before dinner, Yan Yousui took her to the bookstore where they usually strolled around.
It's a weekday now.
The bookstore is even less crowded during working hours, making it exceptionally quiet.
Yan Yousui was familiar with this place and knew the placement areas for various types of books without even looking at a navigation map.
He moved with ease, even picking up two ghost story books and carrying them on his back as he leisurely followed behind Jiang Miaomiao.
Jiang Miaomiao turned around and asked, "Shouldn't doctors be materialists?"
Yan Yousui's feet had already moved forward due to inertia, and now they were suddenly face to face, the distance between them suddenly closing. Before he could react, Jiang Miaomiao had already quickly taken two steps back, moving as nimbly as if she were dancing the tango.
He looked at Jiang Miaomiao with some surprise.
However, since he was certain that Jiang Miaomiao wouldn't be upset about being fired, he paused for a moment, bravely holding back his ears which were turning pink, and mischievously leaned closer to scare her.
Jiang Miaomiao watched him get closer and closer, and when their faces were only half an arm's length apart, she remained motionless. It was Yan Yousui who, embarrassed, took the initiative to back away.
He muttered softly, "I was reckless, but aren't you ashamed?"
Jiang Miaomiao shook the thick book she was holding, "Your face will be flattened!"
"Oh, then you definitely won't have a chance to hit me." Yan Yousui stuck out her tongue, her voice sounding slightly childish, as if coming from her nose.
He added, "I would never act like a hooligan."
The two continued strolling around for a while longer.
They walked and chatted, finding endless topics to discuss, so much so that time flew by. As evening fell, it was soon time for dinner, and they could finally head straight to the barbecue restaurant that Yan Yousui had been longing to visit.
But Yan Yousui suddenly covered her mouth and yawned secretly.
He thought he had concealed it well, but Jiang Miaomiao still found out.
"Did you stay up all night on duty again last night?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sleepy." This blatant attempt to deny anything clearly indicated she didn't want to give up the barbecue she was about to get her hands on.
Jiang Miaomiao was both annoyed and amused. "Is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a barbecue? Maybe we should do it next time."
Yan Yousui shook her head, inexplicably stubborn: "I really want to eat barbecue today! Doctors are human too, they can sleep a little less too. The hospital food is too bland, I've been eating it for over ten days in a row, and the director won't even let me add more soy sauce!"
The hospital director is even involved in this? She cut to the chase, "Could it be that the hospital director is your...?"
“My uncle. Both my parents are doctors. But let me make this clear beforehand: when I was interning at the hospital, my uncle hadn’t been transferred here yet. I got the job through a fair and square interview,” Yan Yousui explained. “Out of six interns, I was the only one who stayed!”
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly realized, "Do people often say you're someone with connections? That you got in through back channels?"
Yan Yousui nodded, feeling wronged, but added, "If I didn't have the ability, they would have kicked me out long ago for reporting and complaining about me."
“Excellent people inevitably encroach on other people’s interests, attracting envy or criticism. Only mediocre people try to be nice,” Jiang Miaomiao replied, “but you should go home and get some sleep first.”
"No, I don't want to," Yan Yousui refused.
He suddenly felt wronged, helpless, and looked at Jiang Miaomiao as if she were a heartless man.
It is said that men's peach blossom eyes are charming and phoenix eyes are alluring, but Yan Yousui's almond-shaped eyes are also very captivating when she looks at people!
"I'd even be happy just to smell it!"
Yan Yousui exuded a powerful aura: I want to eat barbecue! If you don't eat barbecue with me, I will never go home to sleep!
Jiang Miaomiao conceded, "Is it really okay to just smell it?"
Yan Yousui paused, as if to say, "...not really." She was unwilling.
Jiang Miaomiao: "..."
This...this person!
She helplessly held out her hand, "If you don't mind, give me the car keys. I'll drive."
Yan Yousui tilted her head, puzzled but still obediently took out a bunch of car keys from her pocket and handed them over.
"Let's go," Jiang Miaomiao said. "Yan Sansui wants to eat barbecue and also wants to get a good night's sleep."
"Then I'll go pay the bill first." Yan Yousui reached out and took the book that Jiang Miaomiao had tried to throw at someone, along with her two books, and took it to the front desk.
Jiang Miaomiao reminded him, "That's the murder weapon I just grabbed. I won't look at it."
Yan Yousui shook the book, not turning her head: "Since it's your murder weapon, then I should keep it as evidence!"
The driver was successfully replaced by Jiang Miaomiao.
She estimated the time, called the restaurant in advance to prepare the food, then went to the restaurant to get it packed up and handed it directly to Yan Yousui in the passenger seat. "It's up to you: do you want to eat in the car, or should I take you home to eat?"
The barbecue was all tightly wrapped in aluminum boxes, but Yan Yousui still managed to sniff out a deadly, strong aroma.
He licked his lips and suggested, "Let me drive you home first, and I'll eat in the car."
Jiang Miaomiao tapped the navigation screen: "I think we should enter your home address first. Doctors especially shouldn't drive while fatigued!"
Yan Yousui thought to himself, "The rules of the underworld are that neither your wife nor your car can be lent out. So how am I going to take you home later?"
"There's this thing called ride-hailing apps!" Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes. "If you can drive home by yourself, why can't I take a taxi home by myself?"
Yan Yousui asked doubtfully, "Douyin says that a man who lets a woman go home alone is not a human being."
"Douyin even said that you men can only eat strawberry butts!" Jiang Miaomiao scoffed. "Dr. Yan, you need to learn to distinguish right from wrong."
She drove directly to Yan Yousui's building.
This is a luxury apartment building located near the hospital.
Although Yan Yousui was comforted, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable and guilty for being sent home by a woman her own age for the first time.
He insisted on watching Jiang Miaomiao get into the taxi with his own eyes, then checked the driver's photo and work photo, took a picture of the license plate number, and repeatedly told her to reply to the message every five minutes and to report that she was safe when she got home.
Jiang Miaomiao repeatedly agreed.
She was sensible; she knew that if she showed even the slightest dislike, Yan San Sui would keep nagging her.
On the way home, even the driver couldn't help but complain, "Miss, your boyfriend is really too cautious..." That's going too far.
Jiang Miaomiao chuckled: "Master, children always speak without thinking."
***
Jiang Family Villa.
Jiang Miaomiao pushed open the door and found the place brightly decorated and festive. Wait, there was someone wearing a boxing mask and gloves, standing with his hands on his hips right in the middle of the two projected screens. When he saw her enter, he smugly shook his right leg, looking like a smug little devil: "You're finally back!"
It was barely dark, yet Jiang Zhongming, who usually didn't come home at night, was already home early, which was clearly suspicious.
So, Jiang Miaomiao crossed her arms and watched him try to do something funny this time.
The three brothers conspired to persuade Jiang Zhengye to dismiss Jiang Miaomiao, and the effort was successful.
Now, even though we're far apart, the brothers are united once again, singing at the top of their lungs: "There's only one father in the world who's good, a child without a father is like a blade of grass. Jiang Miaomiao, Jiang Miaomiao, you're just like a blade of grass..."
Jiang Miaomiao: "..."
Damn, there are so many idiots!
She took off her suit jacket, rolled up her sleeves and tucked in her trousers as she walked toward him.
Fully armed, Jiang Zhongming was not intimidated because he was well prepared. Even Jiang Bainian and Jiang Jiezhi, in their ignorance and optimism, cheered him on, encouraging him to stand up for the men of the Jiang family and wipe away their previous humiliation!
However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is strangely cruel.
Jiang Bainian and Jiang Jiezhi watched helplessly as Jiang Zhongming was punched in the head by Jiang Miaomiao. He was immediately dizzy and spun around half a circle before being tripped up by Jiang Miaomiao and knocked to the ground. Taking the opportunity, Jiang Miaomiao removed his headgear, breast pads, and gloves, and then beat him up with various punches and kicks.
Ugh, how pathetic!
Jiang Zhongming screamed so loudly that Jiang Bainian and Jiang Jiezhi gasped in empathy, covering their eyes and unable to watch.
Even with a weapon at his side, Jiang Miaomiao's remaining power was so great that his baseball bat trembled as he aimed it at her, shouting, "Don't come any closer! I'm not afraid of you!"
Seeing Jiang Miaomiao stride closer menacingly, he feigned bravado and slammed his fist on the coffee table beside him.
With a loud "smack," the impact was quite significant.
But the newly purchased coffee table is still in perfect condition.
He touched it in confusion, but there wasn't even a surface crack.
Damn, I've been outdone by Jiang Miaomiao's earlier smashing of the coffee table!
Hey, where is everyone?
Jiang Miaomiao is no longer on the first floor.
Jiang Zhongming looked around to make sure she was really not there.
"Where are they?" He looked at the four servants, A, B, C, and D, who had been driven into the kitchen.
The four of them pointed to the second floor in unison.
Jiang Zhongming assumed she had been frightened and retreated to her room. He immediately forgot his previous lesson and tried to press his advantage by rushing up to her. However, he ran into Jiang Miaomiao, who had returned, at the top of the stairs.
He was about to spout more nonsense when he saw Jiang Miaomiao holding a giant club in her right hand, the tip of which dragged on the ground and was covered with gleaming barbs! Its scientific name was: Wolf Fang Club!
Jiang Zhongming felt that the baseball bat in his hand was incredibly weak!
Waaah, is it too late for him to run away now?
It's definitely too late.
That evening, the Jiang family villa was once again greeted by the wailing of an ambulance siren.
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