Early Sunday morning, Ruan Bei made an excuse to go to the library to study, and after having breakfast, he left with his backpack.
Seeing Ran Yusheng standing in the shade from afar at the street corner, Ruan Bei opened his umbrella and casually walked over to Ran Yusheng, inviting him to stand under his umbrella.
Although it was a sunny day, the morning sun wasn't very strong, so Ruan Bei looking rather odd holding up a large umbrella seemed rather strange.
Moreover, Ruan Bei is outstanding in appearance, which already attracts attention. With these two factors combined, passersby will inevitably look at him.
Ruan Bei felt uncomfortable being stared at. He still had to talk to Ran Yusheng, and no one could see that there was a ghost under his umbrella. It was as if he was talking to himself.
Coupled with his strange behavior, he might be mistaken for a mentally ill person.
To avoid being mistaken for being sick and to facilitate communication with Ran Yusheng, Ruan Bei reluctantly spent money to buy a Bluetooth headset, which he then wore on his ear as if making a phone call.
He had already asked Ran Yusheng for his address yesterday. It was a famous villa area in Jincheng, which was basically across half the city from his old town. He didn't know how Ran Yusheng, a ghost, had drifted here.
If they want to get there now, they would have to transfer to two buses, which would take more than an hour with frequent stops, and the nearest stop is still quite a distance from the villa area.
Furthermore, the bus was crowded, and Ran Yusheng was a ghost; he wouldn't feel comfortable staying in a place with too much crowd. Ruan Bei could only grit his teeth and continue to pay to take a taxi there.
Last night, he searched through the small box where he kept his savings and took all the remaining few hundred yuan with him.
In both his past and present lives, Ruan Bei was a generous spender who never hesitated to spend money, especially when buying things for family and friends.
So even though I received a lot of lucky money during the Chinese New Year, only two months have passed and I've already spent most of it, leaving me with just this little bit.
When he took out his money to buy the headphones, Ran Yusheng looked at the pitiful little bit of money the child had, brand new bills, which looked like New Year's money. He felt amused and a little sorry for the child.
"Out of money?"
Ruan Bei, holding the umbrella, hurriedly took apart the earphones and put them on, mumbling, "It's enough for now."
Ran Yusheng glanced at his pocket containing money; with just a few bills, he didn't even need a wallet.
"Didn't you know what I do?" Ran Yusheng said, "Why didn't you come and ask me when you were broke?"
Ruan Bei paused, turned her head, and looked at Ran Yusheng with bright eyes.
That's right, Uncle Ran is a big shot in the financial investment field! If he just gives him a couple of pointers, he'll never have to worry about money again.
"Uncle Ran, are you going to teach me how to get rich? Is it stock trading? Or investing? I don't really understand this..."
Ran Yusheng: "...I can see that."
Ruan Bei was puzzled, and Ran Yusheng sighed, "Investment requires capital. Do you have any?"
Ruan Bei touched his purse containing money. Although he didn't know how much capital Ran Yusheng had mentioned, he figured it was definitely not enough for him.
He hung his head in despair. It was terrible; a chance to make a fortune was right in front of him, and he would miss it because he was poor.
Ran Yusheng sighed helplessly: "You child, why are you so honest? You may be short of money, but I am. You call me 'Uncle,' and I, Ran Yusheng, would never let my own child go without money."
Ruan Bei was tempted, but ultimately shook his head and refused: "It's your business if you don't need money. I call you 'uncle' because you are an elder, and I can't take your money for nothing."
He's okay with being taught how to make money, but he doesn't feel comfortable taking other people's money for free.
"How can you say you'll take it for free? Aren't you helping me fulfill my wish?"
Ruan Bei pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed, and said, "It's just writing a letter and holding up an umbrella, it's nothing."
“You’re wrong. What you consider an ordinary action is of great significance to me. Therefore, this action is valuable to me and should be rewarded.”
Ran Yusheng wished he could give Ruan Bei a list of his own estate so that he would know just how rich he was: "You don't need to think too much about it, just consider it as me paying you to do something for me."
He joked, "Look, a big boss like me wouldn't take advantage of a kid like you, would I?"
Ran Yusheng was a master of persuasion, and he quickly convinced Ruan Bei to realize that he might be able to develop a new part-time job—doing things for ghosts and earning money from them.
As long as he has the guts.
Ruan Bei was clearly cowardly, so he planned to stop after making a profit from Ran Yusheng.
Although he didn't know how much the commission was for this order, he was too embarrassed to ask. But he figured that with Uncle Ran's wealth, it must be at least ten thousand, enough for him to live on for a long time.
As for whether Ran Yusheng could produce money since he had become a ghost, Ruan Bei didn't think much about it. He still had confidence in Ran Yusheng; such a big shot probably just casually left some money in his car or somewhere else.
It's okay if he can't give it to me; it was an unexpected windfall anyway. I'm happy to have it, but it's not a big deal if I don't.
The taxi fare cost Ruan Bei over a hundred yuan, further depleting his wallet. Luckily, he had brought all his money with him last night, otherwise, he would have had a problem getting home today.
Ruan Bei was initially quite worried, fearing that he might not even be able to get through the gate.
The Lu family lived in another villa district, which was closer to the city center than this place, a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle. He had just been brought back to the Lu family and was stopped at the gate several times.
Ran Yusheng told him, "It's okay, just walk in confidently."
Ruan Bei is handsome and has a refined demeanor. His eyes are clear and honest. If he were dressed in fine clothes, he would definitely look like a young master from a wealthy family.
Ruan Bei listened to him, and sure enough, the security guard at the gate only glanced at him and did nothing else.
The villa area is very large, and the owners all drive back. Ruan Bei walked for more than ten minutes before seeing the gate of his house with the help of Ran Yusheng.
Should we just ring the doorbell?
From the moment they approached the house, Ran Yusheng became very silent, and Ruan Bei spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid of disturbing him.
Ran Yusheng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Did you see that path over there...? Can you climb over the wall to go around it?"
He has no children, so Ruan Bei couldn't find a reason to go in. His wife probably wasn't in the mood to entertain guests these days, so if he just knocked on the door, he probably wouldn't even get to see her and would be sent away by the nanny.
Ruan Bei: "...It seems like there's surveillance footage."
There were also patrolling security guards; he ran into several on his way here. He was just there to help deliver the letter; he wasn't going to be taken to the police station, was he?
"It's alright," Ran Yusheng reassured him. "I can temporarily disable the surveillance."
He discovered this when he got home that day; the security camera footage after he entered the house was all blurry.
Since he said it was okay, Ruan Bei didn't dawdle any longer. Following Ran Yusheng's instructions, he took a detour, climbed over the wall, and jumped into Ran Yusheng's backyard.
"it's beautiful……"
It was truly a very large garden, with all kinds of flowers vying for attention, a unique and interesting layout, and a glass greenhouse. There were some very precious flowers that Ruanbei knew about.
Ran Yusheng said smugly, "I designed it, and my wife and I planted many of the flowers together."
"It's amazing. This garden is very well maintained. You must have put a lot of thought into it." Ruan Bei praised sincerely.
"That's right, my wife loves flowers, and all these flowers—squat down!"
Ruan Bei crouched behind a huge magnolia tree, and a person walked out of the villa. Ruan Bei secretly peeked out from the flower bushes.
She was a woman with elegant features. Judging from her appearance alone, she seemed to be only in her thirties, but the temperament in her eyes carried a touch of innocence, which made her seem much younger than she was.
“That’s my wife…” Ran Yusheng’s eyes were filled with deep love as he stared at her without blinking, afraid of missing a single glance.
Ruan Bei remained silent, unsure of what to say. If Uncle Ran had been involved in that accidental car crash, the couple would probably be strolling and laughing together in the garden right now.
Madam Ran carried a flower pot and wandered among the flowers, occasionally bending down to water a clump of flowers.
She looked relaxed and happy, a smile on her lips, and she was humming a little tune she didn't recognize.
Ruan Bei pursed her lips. Madam Ran... seems to be in a very good mood...
It's not that I shouldn't be in a good mood, it's just that Uncle Ran hasn't been gone for long, right? Mrs. Ran doesn't seem to feel anything at all? Weren't they a very loving couple?
Ruan Bei stole a glance at Ran Yusheng, who was staring intently at her, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face. His eyes were bright, a kind of brilliance Ruan Bei had never seen before, as if just looking at her made him feel radiant.
Ruan Bei tapped his fingers, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.
At this moment, a slightly older woman came out of the house; she was probably the Ran family's nanny.
She didn't go into the garden, but stood at the gate of the courtyard and spoke to Madam Ran from a distance: "Madam, how about I stew some longan and lotus seed soup that you like for lunch? You ate too little for breakfast, so you can't just eat something perfunctory for lunch."
Madam Ran was watering a clump of roses when she heard this. Without turning her head, she said softly, "No lotus seed soup. Yusheng doesn't like sweet soup. Make a lotus root and pork rib soup instead. Also, cook a fish. Don't cook it too early, or it won't taste good when it's cold. Cook it when Yusheng comes back."
The nanny stood there helplessly, her mouth opening and closing.
Madam Ran turned to look at her: "Is there anything else?"
The nanny stammered, "Madam...sir, he...he's not coming back..."
Mrs. Ran's smile vanished instantly: "Aunt Feng, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Yusheng not come back? He goes to work, and where else could he go if he doesn't come home after get off work?"
"Mr. Ke...he...he was in a car accident..."
"ah----"
The elegant and serene Madam Ran suddenly dropped the kettle in her hand and screamed, covering her ears.
An elderly woman with gray hair rushed out, ran to Madam Ran's side, hugged her tightly, patted her back and comforted her, "Miss, it's alright, it's alright. Tell your mother what happened, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Mrs. Ran, her hair disheveled and completely out of sorts, grabbed the old lady's hand anxiously, saying, "Mother, Yusheng is missing! Where did he go? Why isn't he home yet? I'm going to call him and tell him to come home, tell him to come home..."
As she spoke, she suddenly broke down in tears: "Why doesn't he come back? Why did he leave me all alone..."
The old lady's eyes reddened, and her wrinkled hands gently stroked Madam Ran's back, smoothing her hair as she softly said, "The young master is away on a business trip. Didn't I tell you before he left? He dotes on Miss Ran the most, how could he not come home? He'll be back as soon as he's done with his work..."
After much persuasion, Madam Ran finally stopped crying: "Yes, Yusheng told me, he told me..."
She relaxed and leaned against the old lady. The caregiver ran over to help her, and the two of them helped her sit down on a chair next to her.
Ruan Bei hid behind the flowering tree, his eyes already red with tears.
He turned to look at Ran Yusheng. Ghosts don't shed tears, but the expression on the man's face was clearly more sorrowful than if he were crying.
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