Chapter 35: Rich and free, my husband is missing
The silver-white, S-shaped Panamera with smooth lines passed by on the street. The seats with two-tone interior could support the whole body and reduce pressure. However, except for Jiang Yiyu in the driver's seat, He Shu and Tong Xuan all sat upright with their legs together and their hands on their knees, like elementary school students.
Director Jiang drove the car over from a distance. They didn't see it clearly and thought it was a piece of junked car from somewhere. After all, it was called silver-white, but it could only be said to have been silver-white in the past. Now the body of the car was stained with a layer of gray that was visible to the naked eye, and it had no luster or paint at all.
It looked like it had been scrapped for a long time, but now it has finally seen the light of day again.
Tong Xuan stared at the sleek lines of the car for a while until it stopped in front of her. Based on the horse logo on the front of the car, she made a bold guess: "Panamera?"
"Get in," Jiang Yiyun rolled down the window. "I can't find another car right now, so we'll just have to make do with this one."
She didn't dare to just make do with a car worth several million. Moreover, after getting in the car, just looking at the interior configuration, it seemed that everything had been replaced. It should be a modification, and the price would soar again.
My goodness, she thought Jiang Yiyu was an inspirational story of a poor college student who sold everything she had and went bankrupt to pursue her dream of entering the entertainment industry, but she turned around and bought a high-end luxury car, and she didn't think much of it and just made do with it.
Wait a minute, this car is definitely safe, it's not some accident car that was picked up and modified, right?
"It's safe, definitely safe." Jiang Yiyun looked at Tong Xuan, who was nervously clutching the seat belt. "I just haven't driven it for a few years, so it's a little dirty. Otherwise, there's absolutely no problem."
The last time she drove the car was to take someone to the hospital, and then she gave it to the 4S shop to clean it for her. Before leaving the country, she gave the keys to Tang Ya, asking her to charge it when she was free. Tang Ya did drive it occasionally, but she was too lazy to find someone to wash it, so the car naturally accumulated a thin layer of dust over time.
"Okay, sister, drive slower. Where are we going to get the clothes now?" Tong Xuan relaxed a little, her whole body softened in the chair, and she adjusted the seat height to make herself more comfortable.
"You'll know when you get there."
Turning the intersection of the main road, they entered a wide street lined with camphor trees. The tall trees swayed in the wind. The afternoon sun was quiet. There were obviously fewer cars than on the main road before, and they were all luxury cars that could be seen with the naked eye. Tong Xuan looked up.
"Fuck, why are we here at Yujiang Garden if we're not here to get clothes?"
"This is crazy! Do you know where Yujiangyuan is? It's a top-notch luxury house. How do you get in?"
Tong Xuan watched helplessly as Jiang Yiyu turned on the turn signal, drove uphill, slowed down, and was stopped by the security guard. She was silent and didn't even breathe.
Just like not daring to enter high-end luxury stores during college, in a place where only super-rich people live and security is extremely tight, where not even a fly can fly in, ordinary people don’t even have the courage to take a second look.
The car stopped for a while, and Jiang Yiyu didn't even roll down the window. Just when Tong Xuan thought that the security was going to knock on their car window, the barrier of the palace-style Roman column gate was raised, and the security personnel wearing white gloves saluted them.
The first-class riverside mansion that had always been viewed only from a distance was now allowed for them to drive into.
Until Pame, whose car was full of sparks and lightning and whose appearance was scrapped, stopped next to a row of shiny aristocratic supercars that had never been seen before. It was estimated that the dust on the car had stained the sports car next to it due to the inertia of the sudden brake. After getting on the elevator and reaching the door, Tong Xuan and He Shu were still dizzy and had not reacted.
Jiang Yiyu started to enter the password.
Although the 26th floor was hers according to the divorce agreement, she hadn't been back for a long time. She wondered if Cheng Shuze had changed his password. If she hadn't been short of money for filming or clothes, she wouldn't have come back during this period.
Forced to make a living, she came here secretly, and chose the afternoon when Cheng Shuze was least likely to be at home, so as to avoid accidentally bumping into him and embarrassing everyone.
Jiang Yiyu pushed open the panel and reached out to press her birthday "0424" with some uncertainty. Almost immediately, there was a light click and the door opened.
I opened the door and saw a bright and quiet house. Everywhere I looked, the floor-length curtains were drawn open, letting in the flowing golden light and breeze. Peaceful particles swirled and floated in the air. The windows were clean and it didn't look like anyone had been there for years.
Of course, they hired a nanny to clean the house every other day, so keeping it clean is normal.
Jiang Yiyu stepped in and listened quietly at the door for a while.
It was quiet, with no sound except for the occasional breeze blowing by. Cheng Shuze was not there.
"What's wrong?" It was their first time entering a house like this. Seeing Jiang Yiyu's tense expression, they couldn't help but feel nervous too. "Is it that we can't go in? Is there an alarm system?"
"It's okay, come in." Jiang Yiyu stepped aside to let them in, then closed the door.
The rooms at Yujiangyuan face south, directly opposite the river that runs through the city center. The river view is incredibly beautiful and expansive. Upon entering, Tong Xuan and He Shu gasped. The first floor alone is spacious enough, and the north-south living room even has stairs leading up to the upper floors.
They didn't know who lived here, whether they should say hello when they met, or what to say when they came to borrow clothes. Tong Xuan and He Shu rubbed their hands, feeling a little uneasy, but they didn't dare to look up at the stairs for fear of offending others.
"This way." Jiang Yiyu waved her hand, signaling them to follow.
The layout of each floor in Yujiangyuan is actually the same, but residents can redecorate it according to their own needs. She knocked down the master bedroom and second bedroom that were originally on this floor and turned them all into dressing rooms, which almost occupied half of the floor.
Jiang Yiyu opened the door, and rows of sensor lights automatically lit up, revealing a large square cloakroom like a runway.
Rows of fashions in luxury stores are categorized and neatly stored according to time and season, with no end in sight. Shoes and bags are neatly arranged on the entire wall, and at a glance, they are all limited-edition models that are not available on the market. Not to mention the dresses, Tong Xuan can see that they are all purely handmade and custom-made, the kind that is only one piece. Even from a distance, one can see the dazzling brilliance of the various jewelry on the counter in the middle.
A super-rich woman's cloakroom! Tong Xuan felt a little breathless and took a deep breath. "She... this... this big boss, did you tell us how to lend it to us? By piece or by day? What can we borrow?"
"Ah? They're all fine." Jiang Yiyu looked at her doubtfully. "Look at you guys. Aren't you the art director? Just take the ones that fit you."
Tong Xuan twisted her stiff neck, and the next second Jiang Yiyu said.
"They are all my clothes, feel free to take them, no need to spend any money."
Tong Xuan stared at Jiang Yiyu for a few seconds, then suddenly screamed and collapsed. Jiang Yiyu and He Shu quickly lifted her up, one on each side. He Shu's hands were shaking, but she had seen all kinds of people in the circle, so she could hold her steady for the time being.
"You? Is this your house?" Tong Xuan didn't know where she got the strength from. She stood up, grabbed Jiang Yiyu's shoulders, shook them violently, and roared, "Sister! What are you doing! You live in Yujiangyuan! You are so rich, can't you increase your budget a little?"
"Oh, you think I don't want to? The budget for filming a drama is limited, and we have to control costs! Throwing money into it is a bottomless pit, I don't have any more!" Jiang Yiyun pulled her hand, "These are all things I bought before. Stop shaking. Don't pick clothes anymore?"
Speaking of clothes, Tong Xuan stopped. Whether it was due to work or the natural shopping desire of women, looking at such a large and neatly arranged area of high-end clothes, it was really hard to resist the urge to sharpen her knife.
This is such a rare opportunity. If she doesn't take advantage of it this time, she will die unwillingly and will get up again.
Tong Xuan stopped and ignored Jiang Yiyu, walking towards the holy place in her heart excitedly and cautiously.
There is actually a partition door inside the entire cloakroom. When the door is open, there is a simple metal-colored desk inside, which is completely different from the style of the cloakroom. It is strange to have a study in the cloakroom.
The two turned their heads to look at Jiang Yiyu, who paused for a rare moment.
She almost forgot that there was a study room for Cheng Shuze in her dressing room. Of course, it was because it sometimes took her a long time to try on clothes, and Cheng Shuze couldn't waste time waiting for her, so he simply made a desk and worked on the computer while she changed clothes.
At that time, they had a good relationship and it was inevitable that there would be some accidents when changing clothes. It was not so much a desk as it was used for office work, but rather as they were doing messy things.
The whole wall next to it is a mezzanine, and when you open it up, you'll find...
Cough, stop.
Tong Xuan and He Shu were still looking at her, and she couldn't reveal anything strange.
Jiang Yiyu's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she lowered her head to hide her expression.
Tong Xuan poked her and asked, "Husband's? Are you married?"
When they came in to change their shoes just now, there seemed to be no men's shoes at the door. Either the upper floor was the real living room and this was just a place to store clothes, or there were no men's shoes.
"Yes." Jiang Yiyu's expression was calm when she raised her head again, "But he passed away a few years ago."
Tong Xuan cried out, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's okay." Jiang Yiyun shook her head. "It's all in the past. I'm not very sad now."
Tong Xuan originally wanted to say "My condolences", but later she thought about saying don't be sad, life has other meanings besides your husband. But looking around, she must have accumulated tens of millions of clothes and hundreds of millions of real estate. She has money, beauty, and time but no husband. Isn't she a winner in life? If she didn't have to respect the deceased, she would have wanted to change her words and say congratulations.
Damn it, she also wants to live this kind of life with money and free time, and her husband is missing.
"It happened a few years ago. Let's not talk about it now." Seeing that they seemed to believe it, Jiang Yiyu laughed and hurriedly tried to close the partition door. Her eyes fell on the room.
There were some scattered documents on the table, as well as pens and a paper calendar with labels that could be torn off page by page. Behind the desk was a new filing cabinet that had not been there before, filled with various folders and a row of thick books.
Compared with the past, it is more like a real office space with obvious signs of life and people coming here every day.
It doesn't matter whether it's an office job or not. The key is her cloakroom. After she left, Cheng Shuze actually came here often and did his own work in her area.
What’s going on? Is there no other study room at home?
"Sister, stop looking. Seeing things that remind you of someone is bad for your health." He Shu saw Jiang Yiyu staring into the room and thought she was missing her husband who had passed away suddenly. He couldn't help but comfort her and closed the door for her.
The partition door slid open inch by inch, isolating everything in the room from anyone's inquiring sight.
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