Chapter 341 Is Ayi Really Dead?

Wan Jiang glanced at them and said, "I need to call Master Zhong to ask how to bear witness."

He doesn't want to bear Master Zhong's wrath!

If Miss Qiao loses, should they change their words and refuse to pay, or honor the bet? Should they leave room for regret?

Whether this testimony is oral or written, there are certain things to consider!

Xiang Mingzhu's pretty face was full of smiles: "Assistant Wan is very thorough, no wonder you are the only one following Master Zhong. In this way, this bet was made with Master Zhong's permission, and it can be regarded as a testimony of what Master Zhong and Assistant Wan have done together."

Wan Jiang glanced at her, smiled and said nothing.

I thought that this Miss Xiang was always flattering herself. If she knew Mr. Zhong’s true intention, she would probably be so angry that she would die!

Wan Jiang walked aside and dialed Zhong Shao's number, repeating the situation here one by one, not daring to hide anything.

Ten minutes later, he walked up to the three women and spoke.

"Master Zhong agreed to let me be the witness, but for the sake of fairness, we should both put this bet on paper. To avoid someone refusing to acknowledge the debt later!"

Huo Sijiao misunderstood his meaning and sneered, "My sister-in-law always keeps her promises. Are you, Master Zhong, sure that Mingzhu will win? Are you afraid that we will lose and not fulfill our promise?"

Xiang Mingzhu also felt that Master Zhong was partial to her, and she felt warm in her heart.

She said softly, "Mr. Zhong has thought it through very carefully! Qiao Xi, you are not afraid, are you? If you want to regret it, it is not too late now."

Anyway, she thinks she can definitely win!

Her talent is not as good as Lu Yingxue, but she is also diligent in study and practice. How much knowledge can Qiao Xi have when she grew up in the countryside? Even if Cheng Han teaches her carefully, she can't compare to the Thirteen Ghost Needles of their Lu family!

Otherwise, Cheng Han would not have retired into seclusion after losing to her uncle Lu Bannong twenty years ago.

Qiao Xi looked at Wan Jiang and said, "Thank you for your help, Special Assistant Wan."

It's written in black and white, she won't regret it.

She was afraid that Xiang Mingzhu would cheat if she lost, so she hoped it would be written rather than verbal testimony.

Wan Jiang immediately asked the waiter to prepare paper, pen and ink pad after Master Zhong gave the order. He did not bother to print them out, but directly wrote two testimonies and asked Xiang Mingzhu and Qiao Xi to sign and fingerprint them.

Xiang Mingzhu signed his name directly and pressed the ink pad.

She raised her eyes and looked at Qiao Xi, smiling brightly: "Do you really want to bet with me?"

Huo Sijiao was not used to her boasting and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense! My sister-in-law always keeps her word."

Qiao Xi said softly, "Whether I bet or not, none of you Lu's acupuncture will let me go. Fortune and wealth are sought through risk, and I look forward to hearing you admit in public that the Thirteen Ghost Needles are not as good as the Nine Plum Blossom Needles!"

She signed, her finger pressing over her name.

The handwriting was beautiful and had a hint of the sharpness of a gold hook and silver arrow.

Wan Jiang felt it was somewhat familiar at first glance. It looked like Mr. Zhong's handwriting, except that it was a little more delicate.

Each party holds one copy.

After Wan Jiang solved the problem, he said, "Ladies, my mission is complete. I will leave first."

"Wait, Wanjiang!"

Xiang Mingzhu took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from her bag and handed it to Wan Jiang. "This is my gift for Mr. Zhong. I didn't have time to give it to him just now. Please ask Assistant Wan to pass it on to me."

"Okay, Miss Xiang."

Wan Jiang took it and judging from the brand logo and the size of the box, it should be the latest Patek Philippe men's watch, worth hundreds of thousands. For the Zhong family, it was not a valuable item.

Xiang Mingzhu smiled and watched him leave.

Huo Sijiao couldn't stand her behavior and taunted her, "This man doesn't treat you very well! He left in the middle of the meal and even asked you to give him a gift. Xiang Mingzhu, you have come to this day!"

He glanced at Mingzhu and said, "They say Haicheng is like Liu and the imperial capital is like Zhong! But how can Haicheng compare to the prosperity and elegance of the imperial capital? If Young Master Zhong takes a fancy to me, I will be more powerful than the champion of any needle testing competition. Huo Sijiao, you are really a spoiled frog in a well!"

"Tomorrow, the primary election draw will be held. Qiao Xi, don't run away from the battle!"

After she finished speaking, she walked away with her chin raised.

It looks very impressive.

Huo Sijiao lowered her eyes and sneered, "People always have to rely on themselves. If you rely on mountains, the mountains will fall. If you rely on people, they will run away. Those who rely on men are pig-brains!"

Qiao Xi patted her shoulder and said, "Jiao Jiao, the dishes are all here, let's eat."

"Sister-in-law, can you still eat it? Xiang Mingzhu is very picky and will never let it go! What if she tampers with the needle testing meeting?"

Qiao Xi said softly: "Don't worry too much, we will deal with it when the time comes."

Huo Sijiao pouted: "Okay, then do you want to tell your brother about what happened today?"

"Not yet."

Qiao Xi's tone was very calm.

She frowned slightly. What concerned her most today was not Xiang Mingzhu, but that Mr. Zhong.

His last name is Zhong.

She looks so much like Ayi, but he doesn't know her.

The problem is that Ayi is really dead. In this world, there are such bizarre coincidences in the life stories of her and Xu Xingluo, so why can't there be Ayi and Zhong Shao?

Qiao Xi felt as if a stone was weighing down her heart, and she had no appetite for the meal.

I drank a glass of ice drink in a daze.

After the two of them had their meal, Huo Sijiao took a taxi and left early.

Old Chen sent Qiao Xi back home.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a large cluster of blue eucalyptus flowers in front of the French window in the living room. The boy in her memory would always pick a large bunch of flowers and put them in a ceramic vase in front of her window. Gradually, they would wilt and dry up in the sun, and he would replace them with a large bunch of fresh flowers.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and exhaled a large amount of anger.

When Aunt Qian came out from cleaning the house, she saw her in a daze and said, "Madam, did you have a good time out today?"

Qiao Xi came back to her senses and nodded: "I'll go back to my room and rest for a while."

"OK."

Qiao Xi walked up the stairs and returned to the master bedroom, where she lay tiredly on the bed, recalling the Master Zhong she met today.

It really looks like it!

Qiao Xi immediately took out her cell phone and looked through the address book, found Cheng Han's number and dialed it, but got a busy tone.

Still no one answered!

Ayi lived in Grandpa Cheng's house back then. He was the person who knew Ayi best.

Qiao Xi's face was a little solemn. She was a little worried because she hadn't contacted Master Cheng for such a long time. But thinking that there had been such a time before, she tried to restrain herself and wait a little longer!

She found the number of Aunt Chunhua in Yueliang Village and called her.

This time the call was connected quickly.

Aunt Chunhua has a very loud voice, but Qiao Xi felt relieved when she heard the familiar voice.

"Qiao girl, why are you calling me? Are you missing your aunt? I clean your yard from time to time, and you can stay here anytime you come back."

"Thank you, Aunt Chunhua."

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and said, "I have something to ask you."

"You say."

Qiao Xi closed her eyes and said slowly, "Did Ayi really die back then?"