Chapter 18 This girl is too good; it's no wonder she's hard to pursue.
"No!"
Shang Shiyan took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, the smoke rings casting a shadow of helplessness.
"?"
Jiang Jibai raised his head slightly, a hint of doubt appearing on his handsome face.
"Still pursuing it."
Shang Shiyan flicked his cigarette ash, his prominent brow twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
They were perfectly justified and didn't care about losing face.
"Is there anyone you, the CEO of Shang University, can't win over?"
Jiang Jibai smiled immediately, his beautiful, alluring phoenix eyes curving upwards.
How special must this girl be?!
"The girl is too good; it's no wonder she's hard to pursue."
Shang Shiyan glanced at his phone again, looking like a "waiting-for-his-wife stone".
"Tsk."
Jiang Jibai drank another half glass of wine, and seemed to be in a low mood.
How are things on your end?
Shang Shiyan removed the wine bottle from his hand and instructed Feng Xing to bring him some hangover tea.
"It's not that easy."
Jiang Jibai's smile faded, his expression darkening. "Fifteen years, perhaps..."
There was no hope long ago.
Jiang Jibai chose to remain silent about the second half of the sentence.
Fifteen years ago, he suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar place abroad.
He suffered a severe head injury and has almost completely lost his memory.
The elderly Chinese couple who cared for him said he had been in a coma in the hospital for three years.
They tried to find his family along the way, but all their efforts came to nothing.
After waking up.
A voice in his head kept reminding him: Find your sister.
That's right.
This is his only remaining memory.
He has a younger sister whose name, age, and even whereabouts are unknown.
After searching for many years without success, he decided to enter the entertainment industry.
He has developed in film, television, and music, becoming a well-known idol and frequently appearing on the big screen.
If my sister were still alive, she would definitely see him.
Years have passed, and he has become famous all over the world, but his sister has never been seen.
"Wait a little longer, the S Alliance is also looking."
Shang Shiyan's eyes darkened slightly, and he said calmly, "I will notify you immediately if there is any news."
Thanks.
Jiang Jibai raised his cup at him, concealing his dejected mood.
"No need to thank me."
A deep, pleasant tone filled Shang Shiyan's voice, "Your sister is my sister too. Once you find her, you'll have to call me brother."
"When I get married in the future, I will prepare a generous dowry for it."
"Alright, please thank Master Shang on my sister's behalf."
Comforted by the teasing words, Jiang Jibai's gloom gradually faded.
I want to see him alive or dead.
He would keep searching for his sister as long as he couldn't see her.
——
Midnight.
Shang Shiyan looked at his unresponsive personal phone and laughed in exasperation.
You heartless bastard.
"Wind travels".
Shang Shiyan put down his phone, not daring to disturb her rest, and asked, "How's the demolition in Mengjiao going?"
Mengjiao was a place where all sorts of strange and monstrous people mingled.
No matter how skilled she is, she's still just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
The time commitment is long, and danger is inevitable.
He didn't want any accidents to happen to her.
"Reporting to Master, three days ago someone acquired the land west of Mengjiao," Feng Xing said respectfully. "That included Miss Pei's house."
Three days ago?
Shang Shiyan's expression suddenly changed, a cold glint appearing in his dark eyes, his voice indifferent and devoid of any warmth.
“A week later, the people of Mengjiao will move to the clouds.”
Above the clouds?
This place is located in the city center, and the price is not low.
Above the clouds, Meng Jiao has been replaced?
This deal is guaranteed to lose over a billion dollars.
Who would do that?
"Who bought it?" Shang Shiyan continued to ask.
"All I know is that the other party's surname is Lou, male, 23 years old, and just came from Nanzhou six months ago."
Fengxing answered truthfully, "Apart from that, we didn't find any useful information."
The main Southern Continent is within the sphere of influence of the "Underground City," so their S Alliance hacker group cannot conduct investigations.
"By the way, Master."
As if remembering something, Feng Xing added, "The future use of Meng Jiao's territory has been announced, it will be used for..."
Feng Xing paused for a moment, then organized his thoughts: "Grow cilantro."
male?
23 years old?
Having grasped the key information, Shang Shiyan pursed his thin lips, his eyes radiating a chilling aura.
Growing cilantro?
He had better really be growing cilantro and have no other intentions.
——
The next day.
The graduation party officially began.
Student representatives will be selected from each school in the city to participate.
The cultural center was exceptionally lively.
After Pei Jinwu returned with the dress, she searched around for a while before finally finding the location of Huagao.
In a corner of the lobby, there's a pile of brooms and trash.
Because there weren't enough chairs, students at Huagao High School were forced to sit huddled together.
Principal Song stood politely by the door, ready to greet the teachers leading the other schools.
When passing Principal Song, most people deliberately ignored her outstretched hand.
Principal Song gave an awkward smile, quickly composed himself, and began speaking to the students of Huagao High School.
Pei Jinwu pursed her lips, a chilling murderous intent creeping into her clear, cold eyes.
"Imagini, you've come?"
Upon seeing Pei Jinwu, Principal Song, dragging his somewhat unsteady legs, stepped forward and said gently, "It's so hot under the sun, you must be tired, child."
Pei Jinwu was not treated differently because she was a poor student.
"It's not hard work."
Pei Jinwu stared intently at Principal Song, her voice hoarse.
"Tell Sisi not to be nervous, and to be careful. It's not important whether she wins a prize or not."
Compared to the instructions given by the teachers around them to the students on techniques such as movements and attention, Principal Song's words were particularly heartwarming.
All she wants is for her students to come to school safely and return home safely.
"Is it not important?"
Pei Jinwu parted her pink lips, her voice deep and cold: "I think it's quite important."
"What?"
It was a bit noisy in the lobby, and Principal Song couldn't hear clearly.
"Please sit down and rest; we'll be very busy later."
Pei Jinwu did not answer, but told Xu Qingye to look after the principal, and then carried the clothes to the backstage.
busy?
What is this child saying?
Looking at the girl's slender yet upright back, Principal Song smiled helplessly.
——
Backstage.
All the performers are getting ready in one room.
Zhao Qianqian, wearing yesterday's dress, sat nervously in the corner.
With less than twenty minutes until the party starts, I wonder if Jinwu will be able to borrow a dance dress.
The person from the capital turned around and glanced at Zhao Qianqian, then deliberately made a sound—
"Oh my god, Yunrou, why did you change into your dance costume?"
"This brand seems to be The One's high-end custom line, it must be very expensive!"
"Was it expensive? My mom bought it, so I'm not sure, but it seems to have cost around 500,000."
Shen Yunrou smiled faintly and said calmly, "I just picked one out of the closet and found that it's more suitable for today's dance than yesterday's outfit."
Wow.
A single piece of clothing in the wardrobe costs over six figures.
This is a true socialite heiress; her family must be incredibly wealthy and powerful.
"Yunrou, wear this dress, and you'll be the center of attention."
The girl showered Zhao Qianqian with compliments, trying her best to close the distance between them, and raised her voice to say, "Even my grandma looks old in some of the dresses some people wear."
"Hahaha……"
"By the way, Westbrook has already bought the cake and is just waiting for Yunrou to receive the award."
"OK."
Shen Yunrou smiled serenely, then glanced at the anxious Zhao Qianqian and her tattered clothes, her sneer growing even stronger.
The rehearsal was completed yesterday.
She felt uneasy, afraid that she might really lose to Zhao Qianqian.
So she asked her father to find various channels and reluctantly spent 500,000 yuan to buy The One dress.
This brand specializes in custom-made high-end competition outfits for dancers and is very well-known.
Wearing it will increase your success rate by at least half.
In addition—
Shen Yunrou glanced at the man in the distance who was in charge of playing dance music and he nodded slightly to her. She immediately felt much more confident.
Everything is ready.
Struggle?
What can a country bumpkin like me use to compete with myself?
Overestimating one's abilities.
——
Good night.
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