Chapter 141
There was no information to share with Kuang Yumin. Kuang Yumin looked a little impatient. He didn't want to wait any longer, but the higher-ups still refused to give orders. It just dragged on endlessly.
Wang Jiazhi had been avoiding him, and he didn't know when she would suddenly appear out of nowhere. That would be the time for them to say goodbye. But whether she was dead or alive, he would never love her again.
"You can't be completely clueless."
"Then what do you want me to know? I just dragged him along. What else do you want me to do?"
Kuang Yumin looked extremely embarrassed and speechless.
"You have to be more careful. I know it's been hard for you."
She glanced at him in surprise, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to suppress his emotions and showed a relatively gentle expression.
What is he doing again?
Kuang Yumin gave her the newspaper in his hand, which surprised Wang Jiazhi very much.
They hadn't given her money in a long time. She knew it was all swallowed up by Kuang Yumin and his men. But Lao Yi also gave her pocket money, so she didn't mention it. Why did she think of giving her money now?
When Wang Jiazhi returned home and opened the newspaper, she found a letter instead of a penny. Her heart nearly jumped with fear. If there were any instructions for action, they should have said it then and there. Why did they write a letter?
She opened the envelope tremblingly, and after reading it word by word, she was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.
Kuang Yumin, this bastard, what kind of love letter is he writing?
Wang Jiazhi was still in shock. When she saw the love letter, she angrily tore it into pieces.
She didn't believe that Kuang Yumin would like her, and even if he did, she wouldn't care. How could he still have the nerve to do that? Meng Shunying had already been killed by him, and didn't he feel any guilt at all?
She knew very well in her heart that he was just trying to restore his ridiculous vanity.
But this letter was a bit of a hassle. If I burned it, my mother and the little girl would be watching, and in the middle of winter, the house would inevitably smell of ashes. Burning it outside would only make it more conspicuous.
Wang Jiazhi thought about it and made an excuse that she forgot to buy something. She left and threw the fragments of the love letter far away. After all, it wasn't her handwriting. It wasn't surprising that a girl would tear up and throw away a love letter from someone she didn't like.
She threw the love letter back, remembering the fear she had just felt. There was no point in running away. Could she live like this forever? It wouldn't be long before she would have to face her fate. Or would she lose everything, not even the last bit of hope?
It’s all Kuang Yumin, this accomplice. He lives only to bring disaster to the world.
At night, in a secret room in a private place, a handsome man in his forties said, "Lan Jie, I'm really happy that you came back. The higher-ups are also very pleased. With your talent, you really shouldn't have followed Mr. * here out of emotional urges. Over the years, you and I have been..." He then sighed deeply.
Old Yi held the wine glass, just speechless and melancholy.
"My hair has turned a lot whiter. Yours, you didn't dye it, did you?"
He laughed and said, "My hair isn't gray, but I've aged a lot."
"You're not old, you just don't look as good as you do. I'm aging faster than you. Don't worry, you've done a great service. Sooner or later, we'll be fighting side by side in an upright manner."
"If I were still alive then."
"Don't say such depressing things." The man said this with a sense of loss.
Perhaps the atmosphere was too heavy, so he smiled and said, "I've already transferred Old Wu away to save you from being upset."
Lao Yi laughed and said, "He's still on field work?"
The other person laughed and said, "That's right. He's also full of complaints and unwilling to accept his fate. You can't say anything about him. He's been like that for most of his life, and he still has the same temper. He's offended everyone, from classmates and colleagues to superiors and subordinates. It's not easy."
The man picked up a piece of green bamboo shoots and said, "Hey, you said, he arranged those two for you..." He couldn't help laughing when he said this.
Old Yi also laughed.
"You said we've been together for so many years, do you think he really doesn't understand you at all? How could he think you couldn't see it? One died, and then another was replaced. And they were all so tacky. I heard that you didn't like it and didn't even get involved."
He laughed and said, "He is the kind of person who only believes what he wants to believe."
"He sent you that one again, and you still have it."
"I don't understand where he got it from."
The man said, "I heard him say he picked it up for free. If he doesn't use it, it's useless. Even if he dies, it won't matter. He really has no one to use it. He's really like that. You said you couldn't do anything to me when I was young, and you thought you could do something now that I'm old."
"oh."
The man took a sip of white wine and continued, "I got this by tricking someone into giving me this. I also had my ears pierced right after I got into the sedan chair. I only had a few days of instruction, but I know how to use this gun."
"If she knew nothing, I would have killed her long ago." He picked up the sea bass in front of him with chopsticks.
"Old classmate, we haven't seen each other for five years. Let's have a drink."
The two clinked their glasses, the wine filling their hearts with an infinite sadness.
The man said, "You said that back then, we had so many aspirations and ideals, but now..."
Lao Yi said, "If the spring breeze has pity on the flowers, could you allow me to be young again? But even if I were to live again, I don't know what it would be like."
"In these troubled times, who knows?"
After a moment of silence, the man remembered something and said, "Hey, although this girl doesn't know anything, she's a serious college student. I heard she was the campus belle and was even featured in the newspaper. She's quite talented too. If you like her, keep her by your side and treat her as a little toy for fun. If not, ask her to come back. I have a few Daiyu and Feiyan girls in my possession. I guarantee you'll be more satisfied than what Old Wu arranged."
Lao Yi smiled and said, "I won't take away what others love. You can keep it for yourself."
He came out and got in the car to go back to the government office. The driver was very puzzled. He had no time recently but he still squeezed out to go back and take a look. He should have nothing to do today, so why didn't he go back?
Old Yi returned to his bedroom in the government office and took out the love letter he had received yesterday. Although it was torn to pieces, he still had to piece it together.
A boy's love letter is so pretentious.
He believed Wang Jiazhi didn't like him; if she really did, she wouldn't have torn up the love letter and thrown it away. The people monitoring her also said that she didn't just seem to dislike the boy; she seemed to dislike him.
So, was there such a person? This incident touched a sensitive nerve again. The school beauty, the newspaper, the writer and the artist, and very talented. Thinking of that little girl, I felt pity for her, her eyes filled with tears. It was impossible for her not to have a boyfriend.
That night, in his small dark room, he took out all of Wang Jiazhi's luggage from under the bed and used all the investigative skills he had learned in his life to try to find any clues.
The next day he was the same as usual, nothing unusual, except that he hadn't slept all night and his eyes were bloodshot.
Secretary Zhang was very disdainful when he saw this. There was nothing important these days, and he didn't have to work hard, so what was wrong with his eyes?
I thought to myself, "What did I ask you to do? You make it seem like you're working so hard. You must be playing with women until dawn, and you've lost your ambition."
In fact, he is the one who plays with women. He is much more awesome and ridiculous than Lao Yi.
Secretary Zhang was dissatisfied with Lao Yi, and now that he knew about Wang Jiazhi's existence, he was very disdainful. He felt that there were women like Wang Jiazhi everywhere, so why did he lose his mind over such a person?
Secretary Zhang thought of a female student he had played with. She was nothing special at best, so what was there to be obsessed with? He couldn't quite remember what she looked like, but she was as boring as a dead fish, and he wanted to chop off her head after he was done with her.
Wang Jiazhi made snacks that day, thinking he would come back, but he didn't, and he didn't come back for several days.
She felt sad and wanted someone to accompany her, but no one was around.
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