jdhmnovel Chapter 154 Officially Moving
Chapter 154 Officially Moving
Ignoring Lai Yuqiang's suspicious gaze, An Ying asked, "Is there something you need, Director Lai?"
Lai Yuqiang still wore her usual fake smile: "My friend in the police station said that Su Jixun has returned to Beicheng?"
An Ying glanced at her and asked, "What, are Director Lai and Su Jixun very familiar with each other?"
Lai Yuqiang quickly shook her head: "How could I be familiar with him? He treated you like that in Yuncheng before, he plotted against you. I hate him so much, how could I be familiar with him?"
An Ying smiled and said, "That's good."
Recalling Su Jixun's recording, Su Jixun himself confessed how Lai Yuqiang promised him the benefits of returning to the Qin family, and how she contacted him to secretly take photos of An Ying and Lu Qiyao having dinner.
Now she's completely washed her hands of it.
Seeing that this topic had been blocked, Lai Yuqiang tried again: "I saw the box on your table just now. It should be the key to President Fu's luxury apartment complex, right?"
An Ying nodded in agreement.
Lai Yuqiang smiled and said, "An Ying, to be honest, I really admire you."
An Ying frowned slightly. What kind of trick was this now?
Lai Yuqiang: "You know that President Fu used to have a childhood sweetheart fiancée, right?"
An Ying recalled that she seemed to have heard people from the Fu family's old house talk about Fu Chengli's childhood engagement.
However, a car accident later resulted in the death of his beloved, and the engagement naturally came to an end.
An Ying: "It seems so, but I'm not sure."
Lai Yuqiang lowered her head and smiled, "Of course you don't know. That fiancée died many years ago. She died at the age of 18. A vibrant life was taken away in a car accident."
An Ying asked, puzzled, "Lai Yuqiang, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Lai Yuqiang laughed and said, "Since then, no woman has ever appeared by President Fu's side. Are you stupid? What kind of woman could make a man remember her for so many years?"
An Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.
Lai Yuqiang: "Of course it's my white moonlight!"
"Everyone says that the white moonlight is scary, but the white moonlight that has died is even scarier."
An Ying stared at Lai Yuqiang's bitter smile.
Lai Yu-Chiang: "I've liked my senior brother for so many years. I've always been the one chasing after him, but he's never looked back at me. Now I see it clearly."
"Men, once they have a 'white moonlight' in their hearts, they will always feel a little worse for other women. They will constantly compare the woman in front of them with their 'white moonlight'."
“An Ying, I understand now. I can’t compare to a dead person. I give up.”
"You think that by getting the key to his house and spending every day with him, you can win his heart? I've tried for so many years, working in his company, and what have I gotten in return? I got my dad ruthlessly kicked out of the board of directors."
“An Ying, you’re so naive. Fu Chengli is not someone you can entrust your life to.”
An Ying finally understood why Lai Yuqiang had come to talk to her for so long.
Because of the leak, the energy project almost collapsed. If anyone is held accountable, they will eventually find Lai Yuqiang.
She was afraid that Su Jixun would betray her, but she couldn't get in touch with him.
She came to surrender.
Lai Yuqiang was scared.
An Ying curled the corners of her lips: "Lai Yuqiang, don't get it wrong. It's Fu Chengli's business if he has a white moonlight. I am myself, and I don't need to compare myself with anyone."
"Also, I do not live with Fu Chengli, and I hope you will not misunderstand and spread rumors because of this."
An Ying wasn't lying; they weren't living together, they were just neighbors living upstairs and downstairs.
Lai Yuqiang gritted her teeth. How could this woman be so stubborn?!
An Ying's wavering heart suddenly hardened.
She's actually thinking of moving; why not take advantage of a luxury house that's practically handed to her?
They're just neighbors.
She's not scared at all.
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Fu Chengli's house is located in the very center of Songjiang Road.
An Ying didn't have many belongings, mainly clothes and daily necessities, so she was too lazy to call a moving company.
She looked around the rented apartment, while Ye Rao helped her pack her clothes.
Ye Rao asked, "What are these things? You don't want them?"
An Ying looked back.
It was a photo album that Lu Qiyao gave her when she went to college.
Flipping through the photo album, each picture is a youthful memory of her university days, including many photos of her and Lu Qiyao together.
Ye Rao pointed to a row of clothes in the closet: "I remember Lu Qiyao bought these clothes for you, right?"
An Ying glanced at the row of beautiful clothes on the clothes rack, took out a photo of her and Ye Rao from the album and put it in a storage box, then closed the album, threw it back on the bookshelf, and said indifferently, "I don't want any of them."
The things she once cherished, the memories of her first love.
Time has passed, and back then she had no idea that years later she and Lu Qiyao would be completely separated.
The little furball sniffed around An Ying's feet, looking here and there.
Suddenly, the furry ball stopped in front of a pile of paper documents on the ground, then looked up, stuck out its tongue, and barked.
Ye Rao: "Good boy/girl! Don't bite anything!"
The puppy seemed to only hear the last two words: "bite randomly".
So the two little paws frantically rummaged through the pile of documents.
Ye Rao panicked, fearing that her dog would damage An Ying's things, and grabbed the dog from the ground.
The fluffy ball picked up a brown paper envelope from the pile of papers and let out a soft "woof".
An Ying was stunned when she saw the envelope, and various memories flooded her mind.
This is something her mother gave to An Ying before she passed away.
An Ying patted the fur ball's head and said gently, "Spit it out."
The fluffy ball obediently let go.
Ye Rao leaned closer curiously: "What's this?"
An Ying looked down and opened the envelope: "It's from my mother."
Ye Rao's eyes widened: "Aunt Cao's?"
An Ying nodded: "The day my mother passed away, she suddenly called and said she had something for me, and that it would be too late if I didn't give it to her soon. I quickly asked my teacher for leave to go to the hospital, but I still didn't see her."
Ye Rao's expression turned serious.
Ye Rao remembered that when An Ying was a child, Aunt Cao was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer, and the cancer cells spread and worsened rapidly.
Not long after, Aunt Cao passed away.
An Ying was only ten years old that year.
Not long after Aunt Cao passed away, An Weiping, along with Xu Mei and An Xiaoxiao, moved into Aunt Cao's former home.
An Ying took out the contents of the envelope; inside was an exquisitely carved bronze key.
There was also a note, written in Cao Ming's trembling handwriting in her last moments: "Yingbao, Mom has never regretted adopting you, and will always love you. Cao Ming."
When An Ying arrived at the hospital, panting and carrying her schoolbag, Cao Ming had already succumbed to her injuries.
There was only an envelope containing a key under the pillow.
Perhaps her mother wanted to tell An Ying something, but it was too late.
An Ying said, "When I moved here from the south of the city, I was in a hurry and I thought I had lost this key."
She bent down and stroked the furry ball's head: "Thank you."
The fluffy ball happily stuck out its tongue and spun around.
An Ying carefully placed the bronze key and envelope into the storage box.
The cell phone rang.
An Ying picked up her phone and glanced at the caller's name displayed on the screen.
An Ying: "Hello?"
On the other end of the phone, Fu Chengli's deep, magnetic voice came through.
"Packed up?"