Chapter 302 The Young Master Has Become Bad, Just as Bad as His Wife
Ji Linshen felt powerless, even more powerless than the widow who was being slandered.
He glanced at Lu Shiman who was still whispering to Pei Mo Ning, and felt an itch in his palm, wanting to spank someone.
"Brother..." Ji Linshen spoke weakly, but didn't know how to explain when the words came to his lips.
Lu Yannan patted his shoulder again and soothed him softly: "It's okay, she doesn't dislike you, so we won't dislike you either."
At this moment, Ji Linshen felt like the sky had completely fallen.
After talking with Pei Mo Ning, Lu Shiman pulled Ji Linshen towards the car.
"Brother, please take good care of Sister Pei." Lu Shiman turned around and waved to Lu Yannan.
When Chu Qi saw someone walking towards the car, he hurriedly got out and respectfully opened the door.
Lu Shiman hadn't seen Chu Qi for several days, and her eyes swept over him: "Little Chu Chu, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you look like you just came back from a trip to the underworld?"
"Not angry at all."
Chu Qi pulled up a smile. Could he say that it was because he was too mean to be idle that he became emotionally unstable and couldn't sleep at night?
You definitely can't say that. If you say it, everyone will know within a day.
Seeing that Chu Qi just smiled and said nothing, Lu Shiman turned to look at Ji Linshen: "You have so many employees, don't just pick on Xiao Chu, what if he dies?"
A touch of emotion flashed in Chu Qi's eyes. His wife was such a good person.
After the two got in the car, Chu Qi closed the door with a bit more piety.
He sat in the passenger seat and had just fastened his seat belt when he heard Lu Shiman continue speaking.
"If you think he's getting paid so much and not doing so much work is a loss, just cut his salary."
Chu Qi turned around suddenly, his pupils full of shock.
Is this human language?
Ji Linshen glanced at Chu Qi, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Okay."
"Young Master." Chu Qi spoke hurriedly, fearing that his salary would really be cut.
Damn it, he now felt like that loyal minister, watching helplessly as the emperor was bewitched by the evil concubine.
The feelings of being about to be harmed, oppressed, and being disappointed in one's parents are intertwined.
Ji Lin leaned against the back of the chair: "How much do you want to reduce it?"
"20%, about that..."
Chu Qi immediately interrupted Lu Shiman: "It has nothing to do with the young master. I am just a cheapskate who wants to work. Don't cut my salary."
Lu Shiman and Ji Linshen looked at each other and chuckled at the same time.
"I just said he had a system that would electrocute him if it didn't work."
"Well, you're really smart."
"That's~"
Chu Qi blinked: "Tease me?"
Lu Shiman tilted his head, looked at Chu Qi and smiled: "Of course."
Ji Lin smiled deeply but said nothing, just watching Chu Qi's increasingly aggrieved expression jokingly.
How did it take so many years to develop this side of Chu Qi?
It's quite fun.
Chu Qi turned around and stared at the back of the car in front of the windshield in a daze.
He felt that the young master had turned bad, as bad as his wife.
"Master, the identity of the person who transferred money to the account has been locked." Chu Qi clicked on the message he just received and got into work mode in a second.
Ji Linshen raised his hand and lightly hooked his slender fingers.
Chu Qi handed the tablet to Ji Linshen.
Lu Shiman leaned her head against him, took out her cell phone and browsed through her Moments, without peeking at the content on his screen.
Although the relationship between the two is not ordinary, they still have privacy.
Whether as a financial sponsor, a girlfriend, or an assistant, she should respect Ji Linshen's privacy.
Apart from the body, she would never look at anything that she shouldn't look at.
The screen slid, and at the same time that Ji Linshen's pupils suddenly contracted, Lu Shiman uttered a traditional Chinese quintessence.
That day, I accompanied Xie Yi to a dinner party and met Qi Si. We added each other on WeChat. Although we never chatted, we maintained a friendship by liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments.
"What's wrong?" Ji Linshen pressed the side button with his thumb to turn off the screen. When he turned his head, his jawline brushed against the ends of her curled hair.
Lu Shiman tilted the phone screen to prevent Ji Linshen from seeing the content: "It's okay, I just saw a piece of explosive gossip."
Her small movements did not escape Ji Linshen's eyes, but he did not ask any more questions. He reopened the tablet and looked at the messages on it.
The person who transferred money to that account was none other than Mrs. Ji, who committed suicide some time ago.
He saw the body with his own eyes, and Chu Qi was present at the funeral home throughout the cremation process.
It is impossible for a dead person to touch the money of a living person. The only explanation is that a living person is taking advantage of the dead person's identity.
It's interesting to see a living person wearing the skin of a dead person.
Chu Qi observed Ji Linshen's expression through the rearview mirror, afraid that he would be misunderstood as not doing his job well.
He immediately explained, "I personally checked the funeral home number for the old lady's body and watched over the incinerator as it was closed the entire time."
"There is absolutely no possibility of him faking his death."
Ji Linshen raised his eyelids and met the eyes in the rearview mirror.
Chu Qi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the young master's face carefully for a long time before he could make out the words in his eyes.
The word "idiot" is written all over his eyes!
When Lu Shiman heard Chu Qi's words, she suddenly tilted her head and stared at Ji Linshen's profile: "She... the old lady..."
Ji Linshen uttered two words lightly: "Dead."
Lu Shiman didn't know how to comfort Ji Linshen, and the page of paper she saw in the study came to her mind.
She knew that Ji Linshen had complicated feelings for the old lady, although he never said anything.
But she would watch and observe.
The old lady's birthday banquet, as well as the place where the old lady lived, her food, clothing and other expenses, were enough to show Ji Linshen's attention and respect for her.
After spending such a long time together, she discovered that Ji Linshen was extremely protective of his people.
So no matter what happened later, Ji Linshen really had feelings for the old lady at that time.
No matter what, it is always sad when someone you have loved passes away.
She put down her phone and covered Ji Linshen's hand on his knees: "When did it happen?"
Ji Linshen held it with his backhand, interlocked his fingers, and clasped his fingers together: "The day when Fourth Brother had the accident."
"You were..."
"I rushed to the hospital from the funeral home." Ji Linshen spoke in a flat voice without any emotion.
She didn't know how to describe her current mood, so she could only hold Ji Linshen's hand tighter.
After a long time, she finally spoke: "Then bury the ashes..."
"It's dumped in the garbage dump." Ji Linshen's eyelids trembled slightly. The moment he tilted his head to look out the window, the pain in his eyes that had not yet subsided was swallowed up by the sinister surge.
The amber pupils in the reflection of the glass glowed coldly, just like frozen pine resin condensed on the surface of the glass in winter.
Lu Shiman's fingertips unconsciously rubbed his knuckles, and the blue light from the car screen cut out a boundary between light and dark on Ji Linshen's profile.
She stared at the curve of his jaw, breathing lightly.
At this moment, all words are like frost flowers condensed on the car windows, which will melt away with a breath.
"You think I'm unfilial?" Ji Lin's Adam's apple rolled in the shadows, and he pressed her metacarpal bones so hard that they hurt: "Or are you cold-blooded?"
The tail note is wrapped in the cool patchouli of the car aromatherapy, fermenting into sourness in the confined space.
Lu Shiman suddenly rested her forehead against his shoulder: "She hurt you."
The statement sent a chill down his collarbone.
"Here." Her fingertips slid towards his heart: "Does it still hurt now?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
