Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Meeting on a Narrow Road
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Are you sure?"
"certainly."
In the cloakroom, Tong Xuan, having received the principal's permission, was ecstatic. "Then I'll be frank. I'll probably take a lot, including jewelry and bags. Everything has to fit the character. I guarantee I'll create a blingbling, wealthy young lady for you."
"It's up to you. If you like it, you can take it away after the photoshoot. But some of the styles here are quite old, after all..."
"It's not old. Isn't this the latest ready-to-wear collection from Y this year?" Tong Xuan pulled out a row of shelves with clothes arranged in a row on them, just like when she picked out clothes after the new collection came out and the salesperson came to her house to demonstrate it.
There is not just one row of shelves, but several more rows standing upright and not yet put away in the wardrobe.
How could that be? She didn't receive any message from the clerk when she was abroad, so the clothes shouldn't have been sent to her. What's more, the most important thing is that she didn't receive any bill.
Could it be that Cheng Shuze signed for her when they delivered the clothes as usual?
No way.
Jiang Yiyu had a headache.
Forget it, let’s put all these things aside for later. The most urgent thing right now is to get all the clothes we need and leave before Cheng Shuze comes back.
These new clothes in front of him solved the urgent problem. Tong Xuan directly picked two pieces for He Shu to change into.
Jiang Yiyu is slightly taller than He Shu, but He Shu needs to be a little thinner than her to appear on camera. Some tight skirts need to be altered, but suits can be worn without any alterations.
While Tong Xuan was choosing clothes and waiting for He Shu to change, she started to pick out accessories.
"Taking all these things into account, the investment in your drama is incredible. I promise that even if your drama fails, I can still make a name for yourself in clothing inventory." Tong Xuan patted her chest and vowed.
Jiang Yiyun twitched her lips and said, "Can you please say something nice? It's already a mess before the show even starts."
"I was wrong, I was wrong. It will definitely be popular, the dark horse of the year. This drama must be like this diamond, blinding everyone's eyes as soon as it comes out." Tong Xuan shook the diamond in her hand, and the dazzling diamond luster flashed across the room, and against the soft light of different glossiness in the cloakroom, it was astonishingly bright.
Jiang Yiyun sat on the sofa, squinting at the diamond, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Wait a minute, what is this?"
"It's a raw diamond, from your closet. You ask me what this is?" Tong Xuan handed the pure raw diamond in her hand, which had not been processed, to Jiang Yiyu.
Jiang Yiyu took it and looked at it carefully for a while. She had a vague impression of the diamond, but she was very clearly aware that there was definitely no such thing in her cloakroom.
It's just that she hasn't been back for two years, so she can't forget what was originally there.
It was clearly her wardrobe, but now she, the owner, had no idea what was inside.
Where did that desk, this row of clothes, and this diamond come from?
The diamond is of very good clarity and has not been processed in its entirety. It would have been even better if it had not suddenly appeared here. Jiang Yiyu looked at it for a long time but couldn't remember what it was.
Looking back through her memory, the last time she heard someone talk about white diamonds was...
When was it?
Damn, it was when she attended the auction two years ago that Ling Jingzhi mentioned to her that he had received a diamond.
Could this be the diamond in Ling Jingzhi's hand?
No way, how could the things in Ling Jingzhi's hand end up in her hands?
This is unscientific.
Probably not.
After a long time of searching, Jiang Yiyun still found nothing. She had no choice but to put the diamond aside and talk about it later.
Because of these inexplicable things, while Tong Xuan and He Shu were putting on clothes, Jiang Yiyun gave her closet a thorough inspection from the inside out. Fortunately, aside from the first few things that suddenly appeared, everything else was the same as before. Nothing had changed or been lost, and the placement of the items hadn't changed.
The thought that just popped up in her mind that Cheng Shuze might have brought some woman back and touched her things also disappeared.
If this were true, she could really blow Cheng Shuze's skull off.
After sitting on the sofa for a while, Jiang Yiyu stood up after seeing Tong Xuan asking He Shu to stand up straight. She then squatted down, pinched the hem of her skirt and used a small clip to mark it. It seemed like she would need a while longer.
"You guys take your time and try it. I'll go out and take a look."
"Oh, we'll be here for a while. You can come back later." According to what Jiang Yiyu had just said, this house was where she and her deceased husband lived together. Tong Xuan and He Shu naturally thought that she had returned to her hometown and would inevitably feel sad when she thought of the past. They were particularly considerate and gave her some time alone to reminisce about the past, and expressed their understanding.
Jiang Yiyu picked up the paper bag that she had just put on the ground, walked out of the cloakroom and closed the door.
The day was still warm, but Jiang Yiyu suddenly felt a sense of coldness and loneliness in the empty room. She calmed herself down, took the handrail, stepped onto the stairs, and walked carefully to the 27th floor.
This afternoon, the Cheng Group held an important meeting regarding the official opening of the West Suburbs Resort. The long conference table in conference room No. 1 was filled with two rows of senior executives from the group. The large computer screen was making a slight vibrating sound, and the person reporting on it was speaking passionately through a loudspeaker.
The group president, Cheng Shuze sat in the first seat on the left. Compared to the others who were holding their breath in concentration, he sat upright. President Cheng leaned back in his chair, playing with a pen with his slender hands, looking a little nonchalant.
When the phone vibrated, Cheng Shuze picked up the phone that was placed aside.
Everyone who entered the conference room muted their phones, fearing that they would make any unnecessary noise. Only Mr. Cheng could still keep the notification sound on.
Cheng Shuze picked up the phone and didn't take it seriously at first, but after taking a look, he suddenly frowned, sat up a little straighter, and exited the report document that was originally open on the computer screen.
Mr. Cheng's expression was not right. The person who was spitting on the stage couldn't help but slow down a bit. He didn't know what went wrong and was a little bit at a loss. Everyone in the conference room didn't understand what had happened suddenly and why Mr. Cheng reacted so strongly. They looked around.
Cheng Shuze was busy with his own work and didn't even raise his head. When he heard the speaker almost fall silent halfway through, he said in a cold voice, "Continue." The person standing on the stage shuddered, stuttered a little, and continued speaking.
The project manager who was sitting next to Mr. Cheng turned his head and caught sight of Mr. Cheng's computer screen out of the corner of his eye.
Mr. Cheng exited the original interface and seemed to have turned on surveillance somewhere.
On the gray-toned real-time surveillance, time jumped second by second. The surveillance equipment mounted high up captured a sneaky figure appearing in the huge room.
"Mr. Cheng, is there a burglar at your house?" The project manager usually communicated with Mr. Cheng frequently during work, so they had a good relationship and could communicate. However, he was quick-witted and prone to talking nonsense. When he saw the surveillance footage and the creeping people, he immediately thought Mr. Cheng's house had been burglarized and quickly reminded him, "Quick, quick, call the property management to arrest them! Don't lose anything!"
The manager was even more anxious than Cheng Shuze himself, fearing that those valuable things in Mr. Cheng's house would be stolen by someone. But for some reason, after seeing the surveillance video, Mr. Cheng actually felt a little relaxed, and no longer felt as cold as before.
"We have to deal with it." Cheng Shuze looked at the surveillance slowly but did not move. The manager was a little confused. Why did Mr. Cheng's tone sound like there was a hint of smile in it? Did he hear it wrong?
He wanted to take another look at who this thief was and how he dared to touch the taboo of the God of Fortune, but Mr. Cheng had already turned off the computer.
"Go on. After the report and discussion, compile everything into written opinions and send them to the email." Mr. Cheng said this, picked up his computer and mobile phone and left. The remaining group of senior executives looked at each other for a while.
The meeting still had to go on, as President Cheng was still waiting for his opinion. However, after a moment, the meeting room returned to its previous orderly atmosphere.
The person sitting next to the project manager whispered, "What happened?"
Project Manager: "Big news! There's a thief in Mr. Cheng's house."
"Ah! Who is so bold? Mr. Cheng's residence must have tight security. How did he get in?"
"I don't know. Even luxury homes are at risk of being robbed these days. Could it be someone I know who committed the crime?"
"We'll know once the police get there."
The project manager sighed twice. It seemed that he would have to prepare another "Anti-Theft Guide" for Mr. Cheng next time. But then again, a thief could have broken into Mr. Cheng's residence. Could it be that the thief was an acquaintance?
Jiang Yiyu walked up the spiral staircase to the 27th floor, entering a place that was once extremely familiar to her but now felt a little strange to her.
The layout of the large furniture seemed to be the same as before, but a closer look revealed that many of the small items were different.
The colorful thin blanket she placed on the sofa was neatly folded, and the magazines and snack covers on the table were exactly the same as they were before she left. The glass bottle where the aromatherapy was originally placed was broken. Cheng Shuze probably bought a bottle like the original to replace it, but the current bottle was also empty. However, the bottle was not thrown away. The vine inserted in it was shriveled and withered, and it looked dead.
He can buy the same one, so why not replace it when it is empty?
The changes here are small, but very detailed, and are differences that can only be discovered slowly by people who have lived here.
Unlike what Jiang Yiyu had originally imagined, the traces she had left behind had completely disappeared. Rather than disappearing, the traces she had left behind seemed to be stored and frozen. Cheng Shuze's cold personal style was obvious, but it did not erode her existence. Instead, it wrapped around her and seeped in bit by bit.
It would be better to clean up those marks completely than accidentally seeing something in the middle of the night that would suddenly hurt your memory of the other person.
Jiang Yiyu took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in her heart.
She stuffed the paper bag in her hand horizontally under the coffee table, a place that would be invisible at first glance but would definitely be discovered after a while. Jiang Yiyu stood up, folded her arms without touching anything, and began to look around.
The last time Cheng Shuze took Wu Jun's coat, she couldn't just tell the truth and say, "My ex-husband took your coat and refused to return it," and explain to others. She couldn't afford to lose face, so the next day she had to go to the men's clothing store and buy a new one of similar style. She told Wu Jun that his coat had a small accident and couldn't be returned for the time being, and she treated him to a meal to apologize.
This time she came here to take the jacket and return it to someone else.
Cheng Shuze didn't know where he put the thing. She tried not to touch anything in the living room and looked around but couldn't find it. She even stood at the door of the master bedroom and looked around but couldn't find it.
She was at a loss and in a dilemma. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be footsteps at the door.
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