Chapter 347 A Letter of Condensed Spiritual Power

At this moment, Jiang Shiyue has already driven to the Jiang family villa. This is the first time he has come back since before the Spring Festival.

Outside the Jiang family villa, everything was still the same as usual. It was the season now, so it was not surprising that the Jiang family villa was full of colorful flowers.

The security guard at the door knew who the owner of the car was and hurriedly opened the door. Although the eldest lady had left the Jiang family years ago and had just returned, the owner had not told him not to let Jiang Shiyue in. Besides, the eldest lady was a very kind person, so there was no way he could stop someone from entering the door on his own initiative.

Even though I often heard Jiang Mengqing scolding this unfilial daughter.

Jiang Shiyue drove the car slowly towards the courtyard of the Jiang family villa. She smiled at the security guard at the door, but the next moment, she suddenly turned around and looked at a place she had just passed.

Although this is an age of information networking, there are still mailboxes at the door. Sometimes such embellishments are also to highlight the heritage of this high-end area, even if they are not used at all.

But just now, Jiang Shiyue noticed something unusual.

An old traditional mailbox made of high-quality materials should be empty. How could there be spiritual power inside? It's really strange.

Jiang Shiyue stopped the car at the edge of the courtyard, thought for a moment, and said to a young man in the security room at the door: "Drive my car to the garage."

Then Jiang Shiyue walked slowly towards the door.

The gate of the villa is made of gilded iron fences. The European patterns shine with a black and gold luster in the sun, and a mailbox is embedded on the wall to the right of the door.

Jiang Shiyue stood in front of the mailbox, his eyes level with it.

The mailbox is not high and you can open the lid with just your hand. However, there is a lock on the mailbox and everything is no different from an old-fashioned mailbox.

Jiang Shiyue stretched out his hand and twisted it gently, and a small copper lock was pulled down by Jiang Shiyue. Fortunately, there was no one around at this time, otherwise it would definitely attract other people's surprised gazes.

Jiang Shiyue did not open the lid of the mailbox immediately. Instead, he moved his fingers and silently covered the place with his mental power, forming a light shield that was invisible to the naked eye.

Afterwards, Jiang Shiyue slowly opened the lid and leaned over to take a look. There was a letter inside, a brown paper envelope, and the recipient was written as Jiang Mengqing. The signature below was Jiangjia Village, Chaoshu Town, Dashishan City, City A...

Where is this?

It feels somewhat familiar.

However, Jiang Shiyue did not think about it too much. Instead, he stretched out his hand and used his mental power to take out the letter. Holding the letter in his hand, he could vaguely see the paper inside, but he didn't know what was written on it.

It is unknown how long the letter has been here, but Jiang Shiyue believes that the mailbox was empty when she left the Jiang family villa before the Spring Festival. This means that the letter was delivered after the Spring Festival, which means it has been about half a month.

What's going on? Jiang Shiyue's eyebrows slightly twisted.

In order to maintain the integrity of the letter, Jiang Shiyue had to channel his mental power around the letter, because if he was even slightly careless, the letter would vanish into thin air.

That's right, this is not a real letter.

This is a letter condensed with spiritual power!

Ordinary people cannot see such letters, which means that even if Jiang Mengqing opens the mailbox, he cannot see the letter inside. It is even possible that the letter will disappear instantly when he touches it. Only people with strong mental power like Jiang Shiyue can communicate with the letter and maintain its integrity.

Jiang Shiyue originally wanted to open it, but then she thought that the letter could not be opened, and she had to hand it to Jiang Mengqing intact.

Jiang Mengqing did not go out. He went to the Jiang family's old house yesterday. Even though he was mentally prepared to sue his younger brother, when he saw his father and mother who had become vegetables, his heart became complicated again. He originally wanted to urge Jiang Shiyue to ask Fu Qinghan how to help him, but he has been hesitant these days and couldn't make up his mind.

This is also the reason why I didn't harass Jiang Shiyue during this period.

Because he knew that once Fu Qinghan made a move, there would be no room for maneuver.

Jiang Mengqing felt that what he did was too unfilial.

Maybe I really did something wrong and made my parents sad.

They gave him nothing, perhaps because they were worried that he would squander the family fortune?

But when he thought about the strange looks he would receive from his friends when he went out, he felt uncomfortable again. He knew that everyone was laughing at him, saying that he was a big fool and that no one was as stupid as him.

Even brothers would settle accounts clearly. What's more, all these things have become Jiang Hongxuan's. If Jiang Hongxuan doesn't give him a penny, he has no other choice. How can he still count on that brotherhood?

Jiang Mengqing also knew at this time that the two brothers did not have a good relationship, but didn’t his father and mother still exist between them?

After the old man and the old lady wake up, maybe they will change the way of distributing the property. Holding on to this glimmer of hope, Jiang Mengqing stayed at home very obediently and was unwilling to go out for social gatherings.

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He was reading a newspaper in the living room. He didn't like computers and mobile phones very much. He had just read a piece of news when he looked up and saw his rebellious daughter Jiang Shiyue, whom he hadn't seen for many days, standing in front of him with a slight smile on her face and a brown paper envelope in her hand.

His heart sank, he really didn't want to see Jiang Shiyue.

So the voice asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

There were only three words. He hadn't seen her for many days. Even if he didn't ask Jiang Shiyue, he didn't ask about his eldest son's health, whether he had returned to the sanatorium, and whether he had a relapse...

Jiang Shiyue had long expected that he would be such a person and didn't care at all. Jiang Mengqing in these two time and space was not a good person.

But she also wanted to see what the letter said, after all, the recipient was Jiang Mengqing.

So Jiang Shiyue handed him the letter: "This is your letter, I found it in the mailbox."

Jiang Mengqing frowned and put down the newspaper in his hand, but he didn't want to take the letter. Who would write to him at this time? He had never had a friend with such a way of contact.

He said impatiently: "Put this letter on the coffee table."

How could Jiang Shiyue do this? Because if he did so, the letter condensed by his mental power would suddenly disappear.

You know, it is not easy to condense a letter using mental power. This method is very ancient and also very dangerous. Maybe the writer has something particularly important to tell Jiang Mengqing.

So, Jiang Shiyue was a little impatient and said bluntly: "Just look now, maybe someone gave you the huge check..."

(End of this chapter)