Chapter 94 I feel you have ill intentions, but I'm still greedy for money.
The old lady opened her mouth, still reeling from the shock, and her face began to look pale.
Zhong Fangqi glanced at his wife. At this moment, Zhou Yanyu remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the oppressive atmosphere on the table.
Zhong Jing poured his grandmother a glass of water. "Grandma, are you tired? I'll have someone take you to rest."
The old lady nodded and went down the steps.
Wen Yi'an was about to get up to help the old lady, but Zhong Jing pressed down on her shoulder to stop her from standing up.
He told the servants to help him inside.
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Zhong Yan got into the car, and Chu He asked, "Sir, are we going to the company?"
Zhong Yan rubbed his temples. "Isn't the company on holiday? Don't I get a holiday?"
Chu He exclaimed, "Ah!" He had forgotten. After all, he didn't have a holiday, so he forgot that it was almost the end of the year and the company was already on holiday.
Even the model worker assistant, Liang, went home for the Chinese New Year this year.
How's it going with Hujiang?
"It's temporarily over. Ji Ziqian's funeral is in a couple of days. When are you going?"
Zhong Yan looked out the window. "Tomorrow, let's arrange a flight."
"good."
Ji Ziqian's funeral was held a week before the Spring Festival.
Ji Ziqian's death remains an unsolved mystery. The case is a public prosecution case and cannot be dismissed at will. However, someone suddenly confessed midway through, saying that he wanted to kill Ji Zhihe because of a personal grudge, but he didn't know that the person in bed was Ji Ziqian, which led to the accidental killing.
The surveillance footage was hacked by the perpetrator, so the details are unclear.
Ji Tingfang accepted the investigation results and even intended to close the case quickly, not wanting the matter to become a topic of conversation in the industry.
The funeral was scheduled before the Spring Festival.
During this period, Ji Ting and his wife were unusually quiet, unlike before.
Zhong Yan rushed back the day before the funeral, just in time to pick up Ji Tanyuan and take her back to Beijing for the New Year.
Ji Tanyuan was sleeping at home at the time. It was raining in Shanghai again, and the outside was cold and damp, as if it were seeping into her bones.
Mom went to Gangcheng with Auntie again, and Dad dealt with the Ji family clan affairs, so she stayed home and slept by herself.
After sleeping, I watched a movie and drank alcohol.
It was so comfortable, the only pity was that her puppy was in Yanjing and couldn't come over.
Zhong Yan entered the room at that moment.
The maid saw Zhong Yan enter and said, "Miss is in the media room."
Zhong Yan nodded: "You can go home now."
The three maids were dumbfounded. They were live-in nannies, working 24 hours a day. How could they get off?
Zhong Yan also realized what was happening, "We'll take a day off together and come back tomorrow."
Ji Tanyuan was unaware that someone had entered the room. She only realized something was wrong when she was being picked up from her dozing-off state on the cloud-shaped sofa.
She was startled, then smelled a familiar fragrance.
It's a warm, soft woody scent, somewhat mellow and bitter, noble and understated—the scent of Zhong Yan's coat.
The fragrance enveloped her entire body, making Ji Tanyuan feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded.
What brings you here?
Zhong Yan pulled the woman in the white silk dress into his arms. Ji Tanyuan was like a quiet Persian cat, exuding a unique nobility and elegance. Even lying on the sofa, her temperament was extraordinary.
She's even more beautiful than the actresses in movies.
He couldn't help but kiss her forehead. "We're going to your brother's funeral tomorrow."
Ji Tanyuan hummed in agreement, "There might be another good show to watch tomorrow."
Zhong Yan chuckled: "You're actually looking forward to it?"
Ji Tanyuan rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and said slowly, "It was bound to happen, so what's there to look forward to?"
Zhong Yan stroked her hair and suddenly felt that such warm and tender moments were really wonderful, and he wished they could last forever.
"Let's sign the equity transfer agreement tomorrow. Contact a lawyer."
Ji Tanyuan opened her eyes. "So fast? My lawyer is on vacation. I thought it would be after the New Year."
Zhong Yan chuckled: "A gift given after the New Year won't be a New Year's present."
Ji Tanyuan looked at him suspiciously, "This year you're giving me this? What will you give me next year? What will you give me the year after?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yan looked up. Next year and the year after—did this mean she was subconsciously thinking about the future?
Ji Tanyuan thought to herself, "6% this year, 6% next year, 6% the year after, and in less than 10 years, Zidian will be hers!"
Unfortunately, there's no such thing as a free lunch, and this might even be a trap.
But if we don't take it, we'll lose even more. Zidian is already valued at 30 billion, and it's expected to multiply several times over in the next year.
"Take it first and we'll talk about it later," Ji Tanyuan said.
"I think you have ill intentions, but I'm still greedy for money."
Zhong Yan was unhappy that he had such a bad image in his wife's eyes.
"Of course I mean well, if you don't want it, just give it to me."
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