Chapter 97: The young commander tried his best to avoid being unlucky with his wife
He seemed to hear the noise and turned around to look at her.
She wore an orange cheongsam with wide sleeves and had her hair tied up, half tied up and half draped over her shoulders. She had a fair complexion and was even more beautiful than the bouquet of flowers in her hands.
"Is it you?" She placed the flowers and a paper bag of oranges on the wooden table. "Want some oranges?"
Nan Chengcheng was not calm in her heart. She thought that after Pei Dong's shooting, all the people in the Jingchuan family would definitely die, but she didn't expect that Jing Junzhuo was still alive.
She looked at Jing Junzhuo's face. His fate had been changed by a master. His current fate showed no sins of killing, but no merits either. He had some luck in making extra money. After the change of fate, he would have many noble people in his life. He was very cunning. If he took a wrong step, it would cause a bloody storm in half of the world.
She never thought that they would meet again.
Jing Junzhuo smiled faintly, "Give me one."
Nan Chengcheng handed him one and walked over to him.
Jing Junzhuo said, "I'm glad you're still alive. I'm relieved to see you're okay. You went there to help. If you were dragged into death, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life."
On the day the bullet was taken out of his body, he asked his uncle-in-law to go find Nan Chengcheng. His uncle-in-law said that he was not found in the villa or in the mass grave.
He thought she was in danger, perhaps being captured by someone plotting against the Igawa family. As soon as he was able to get out of bed, he went to her house and finally saw her from a distance.
I followed him as if possessed by a ghost and ended up here.
"That day, Xiang Mo and I stayed in the room the entire time, and no one noticed us. We didn't dare come out until we heard several groups of people arriving. In the middle of the night, when there was no movement, we finally came out...
I found that all the bodies in the room had been cleared away." Nan Chengcheng calmly recounted what happened that day, indirectly telling him that she hadn't seen anything.
After saying that, she took out 1,000 yuan in cash from the drawer of her office and said, "That day, Igawa Takeichi gave me 10,000 yuan in cash as a reward. I'll take half and return the other half to you.
I originally promised to help you set up the Feng Shui for your villa and help Jingchuan exorcise the ghost, but I was only halfway done when an accident happened at the villa. Naturally, I can't accept all the money.
Jing Junzhuo's eyes welled up as he looked at the money. He thought she was helping him in a way that would least hurt his pride, but he felt mixed emotions. After leaving the villa, he witnessed his friends, who used to drink and chat with him every day, sitting together and mocking him, saying he would die young and that his family was filthy.
Apart from her aunt's family and Uncle De, she was the only person who helped him when he was down and out.
He stuffed the orange into his mouth and smiled, "A lean camel is bigger than a horse. What's given to you is yours. But thank you anyway."
After a moment, he looked out the window and said calmly, "I noticed that Igawa Takeichi was using the vacant land in the villa to set up a pharmaceutical factory, but I didn't know he was going to make poison.
He first delivered a batch of poison, and the bottles outside were aspirin. I knew nothing about it. If I had known, I would definitely not agree with them doing this.
I am a businessman and profit is my top priority, but I don’t touch drugs.
Because of my carelessness, I lost the villa that my grandfather left me, and I almost lost my life.
I've heard before that Jiangcheng is the territory of the Zhan family, and that the Zhan family doesn't tolerate any sand in their eyes. This time, I've completely experienced it."
Nan Chengcheng said, "Jun Xiao, I can't calculate it, so I can't help you."
"I know, and I don't want you to get involved. I just came here to let you know that I'm not dead. The bullet missed my heart by a millimeter, and I'm lucky enough to survive.
I still have a force that can help me clear the suspicion of drug use, and I still have a chance to make a comeback.
"Nan Chengcheng, one day, I'll make myself worthy enough to pursue you, I promise." He then picked up a sunflower from the table and said, "Give me one. It's like you, warm and sunny."
He left.
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