Song Mian said this only to reassure Lin Jiaojiao and accept her good intentions, so she didn't take Lin Jiaojiao's promise to heart.
Soon after, Song Mian's business boomed, and when she recalled Lin Jiaojiao's promise, she was still amazed by her ability to act.
However, that's a story for another time.
As Song Mian and Lin Jiaojiao were rinsing the mud off the pink shovel with the tap in the backyard, discussing what kind of look they should create next, they suddenly heard a loud bang from inside the shop.
Both the human and the ghost were startled.
Song Mian then heard his younger brother talking to a strange man.
"Young boss, you look terrible..." This was the first time Lin Jiaojiao had ever seen Song Mian with such a serious expression.
"Sorry, it's my younger brother who's back. He's a gambler and always comes to me asking for money. But don't worry, I'll go and chase him away right now, it won't affect your shopping experience." After assuring Lin Jiaojiao, Song Mian hurried off to the funeral clothing store.
"Little boss, I can actually help you." Seeing that Song Mian was running fast and hadn't heard her words, Lin Jiaojiao slowly followed after Song Mian.
As they approached the funeral shop, a strong feeling suddenly welled up inside Lin Jiaojiao.
It was as if someone in the funeral shop was leading her there.
Remembering what she had heard from ghosts in the ghost realm—that they didn't have heartbeats and only felt a flutter when they encountered blood relatives—Lin Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, and she sped up as she rushed toward the funeral clothing shop.
As Song Mian entered the funeral clothing shop, a plastic stool flew over, grazed her body, and slammed into the wall with a loud bang.
"Song Mian, hand over the money!" Song Jinyan looked at the drunk man and smashed the beer bottle in his hand to pieces. "Where's the 100,000 yuan I asked you to prepare? Song Mian! I'm warning you, if you don't hand over the money now, I'll smash up your shop!"
"I have no money! Song Jinyan, if you don't get out of here, I'm calling the police!" Song Mian was grabbed by the collar and struggled for a long time, but she was no match for the tall Song Jinyan.
Behind Song Jinyan, a young man with blond hair, wearing tight pants and loafers, took a swig from his bottle and said, "Song Jinyan, are you going to invest or not? I'm only giving you one last night."
"Don't worry, Brother Lin, I'll definitely get my sister to give me the money. I'll invest it all in you and wait for you to help me make money!" Song Jinyan bowed and scraped to Lin Zixiang, but when he turned to Song Mian, his expression turned fierce. "Song Mian, give me the money!"
"I already told you I have no money!" Song Mian had barely finished speaking when Song Jinyan shoved her to the ground.
Song Mian gasped as she accidentally pressed her palm against a shard of glass on the ground, watching blood flow from her hand.
Song Jinyan kicked the instant noodle box to pieces, crushing the boxes of instant noodles inside: "You have money to buy this garbage, but no money to give me? Song Mian, do you think I'm stupid?"
"Stop it! This is the goods I promised to give to the customer!" Seeing the instant noodle crumbs scattered all over the ground, Song Mian quickly rushed over and used her body to protect the instant noodles.
Song Jinyan had already stomped down on Song Mian's back, and at this point, he couldn't stop his momentum.
Just as Song Mian was bracing himself for the kick, Song Jinyan's large foot stopped steadily just three centimeters away from him.
"Young boss, are you alright?"
Song Mian looked up at Lin Jiaojiao, who had appeared in front of her.
Lin Jiaojiao's slender hand grasped Song Jinyan's ankle, stopping him from moving.
Song Jinyan's eyes widened in surprise as he discovered that there was actually an invisible wall between his feet and Song Mian!
Not only that, but he also felt a sharp pain in his ankle, as if the bones were about to be crushed!
But Song Mian was still lying on the ground, and there was no one else around him!
What horrified Song Jinyan even more was that Song Mian actually started talking to the air in front of her right in front of him!
"I'm fine, but the instant noodles I promised to sell you got trampled." Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao with guilt in her eyes.
"Song Mian, who are you talking to? I'm warning you, stop playing tricks on me, I'm not buying it!" Song Jinyan struggled frantically, but felt an invisible resistance beneath his feet, preventing him from moving!
Coupled with Song Mian's earlier act of talking to thin air, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.
This situation seems more like a ghost encounter!
"You bastard, I won't allow you to bully the little boss!" Lin Jiaojiao angrily shoved Song Jinyan over.
Song Jinyan couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao. He was thrown over by a brute force and landed on his buttocks on the broken pieces of the wine bottle on the ground.
"Ouch!" Song Jinyan jumped up in pain, pulling a blood-stained fragment from the center of his wound.
Song Mian gasped.
What a sight to see chrysanthemums withered, leaving only sorrow on the ground!
"Song Jinyan, what kind of acrobatics are you doing here?" Lin Zixiang forgot about drinking and looked at Song Jinyan with disbelief in his eyes.
He just witnessed Song Jinyan knock himself down!
"It wasn't me! There's something unclean in this house!" Song Jinyan's face contorted in pain as he pointed at Song Mian's nose and scolded, "It must be you, you good-for-nothing, who did this! You women are just unlucky! It's all because of you that we've attracted all this unclean stuff!"
"I'm not some unclean thing!" Lin Jiaojiao was so angry that she couldn't see or hear Song Jinyan that she simply crawled into his body.
Upon seeing this, Song Mian couldn't help but applaud Lin Jiaojiao: "Miss Lin, you can actually play the ghost possession trick, that's amazing!"
Seeing that Song Jinyan, who had been baring his teeth, suddenly froze and remained motionless, Lin Zixiang felt increasingly uneasy: "Damn it, are you and your brother teaming up to play tricks on me? Song Jinyan, I'm not playing with you anymore!"
George Lam turned to leave.
But just as he reached the door, the open door of the funeral shop slammed shut without any wind.
He bumped his head against the door, and a sharp pain shot through his nose, making him see stars.
"Don't worry, after I've dealt with this brat, I'll teach you a lesson, you unfilial grandson." Song Jinyan finally spoke, but his high-pitched voice somehow gave off a shy, feminine charm.
As she spoke, Lin Jiaojiao slapped Song Jinyan hard across the face.
Song Jinyan was tall and fat; his outstretched hand was as big as a palm-leaf fan, and a single slap from him would cause blood to seep from the corner of Song Jinyan's mouth.
Then came the second slap, the third slap, and the fourth slap.
The sound of slapping rang out like firecrackers, and Song Jinyan's face was quickly turned into a pig's head.
With nowhere to retreat, George Lam watched in horror as his back pressed against the door.
He couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao either; he only saw Song Jinyan slapping himself repeatedly until his face was swollen like a pig's head and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't stop!
Not only that, Song Jinyan also banged his head against the wall several times, until he was covered in injuries, before stumbling towards him.
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