Zhao Dong did not participate?
Xie Qian was not surprised. That meant it was Zhuo’s unilateral action.
This had already been the shared guess between Xie Qian and Xie Yuping. Now it was merely another piece of supporting evidence. Xie Qian had asked the person on the other end of the line for help. That person remained silent for a long time before agreeing. “This is the last time I help you. Do not contact me again in the future.”
Xie Qian understood. “I know. You have your own life too.”
Being a double agent is uncomfortable for anyone.
Zhao Dong is not a good person. For money, he can do all sorts of things without limits. But this guy is indeed quite generous to those around him… just like driver Feng Gao, who, when danger came while driving for Xie Qian, steadied the steering wheel. Xie Qian and Feng Gao were hardly close, yet Feng Gao still adhered to professional ethics.
The person on the phone was the same.
No matter the initial reason for working under Zhao Dong, receiving a monthly salary from him made one Zhao Dong’s person!
Since Zhao Dong had not done anything that harmed lives, that person would not betray him.
There might be other hidden circumstances in the car accident, but this person dared to guarantee to Xie Qian that Zhao Dong absolutely had no involvement.
Since he dared to guarantee it, Xie Qian dared to believe it.
Xie Qian acted magnanimously, inevitably touching the person on the line. “Wait for my news.”
Xie Qian hung up the phone.
Zou Weijun walked over, her expression solemn. “Is the person you contacted reliable?”
Xie Qian’s expression was serious. “I want to believe him.”
That meant he might not be entirely reliable?
Zou Weijun sighed lightly.
This was normal.
The former Zou Weijun was very naive, with no guard against others, always thinking the best of people. After experiencing so much, Zou Weijun was no longer as simple-minded as before.
The current Zou Weijun could seize investment opportunities while chatting idly with passengers on a plane. This would have been impossible in the past!
Yes, Zou Weijun loved literature, but she understood even more that mere passion could not feed a person.
Zou Weijun herself would not starve.
But behind her were Xiao Ni and many others like Xiao Ni who worked for her. She had to consider them.
Whether establishing Junyue Culture or investing in a literature website, Zou Weijun had thought carefully. It was not impulsive.
So, even she was changing. How could she demand that others remain unchanged?
Filling one’s stomach should always come before “dreams”. When a person is starving to death, what dreams can they talk about? Basic survival needs must be met first.
Just like the person Xie Qian had just contacted. That individual might not care about their own circumstances, but they had a family to support. Taking money from Zhao Dong to work for him was perfectly normal!
Zou Weijun no longer dwelled on this and changed the topic. “I chatted with Feng Gao’s daughter, Feng Tingting. Though this girl is only a sophomore this year, she already has her own opinions. She says she does not want to pursue graduate studies and wants to start working soon.”
Xie Qian frowned. “I can continue supporting her education. There is no need for her to—”
Zou Weijun interrupted him. “Of course you can support her. If you do not, I will. But now Feng Tingting does not want our support. Though the Feng family had modest means, Feng Gao raised his children with strong pride. Feng Tingting does not want to rely on our help forever!”
A student from Modu University of Finance and Economics need not worry about finding a job after graduation.
If her career develops well, Feng Tingting’s income could easily exceed the average for university graduates.
Xie Qian relaxed his brow. “I can help her find a good internship company.”
This was indeed something Feng Tingting needed.
Zou Weijun said no more.
Mother and son stayed in the mourning hall until the memorial service ended. Not only Feng Gao’s immediate family but even his relatives and friends were deeply moved, feeling that Feng Gao had joined a good company.
Feng Tingting brought her younger brother to bow to Xie Qian. Xie Qian turned his wheelchair to avoid it.
“If you have any difficulties, you can come to me.”
Feng Tingting’s eyes were red. “Thank you.”
The atmosphere here was truly too heavy. Xie Qian left somewhat hastily.
This heaviness lingered even after he returned home and took a shower. Xie Qian always felt he carried the scent of incense and candles from the mourning hall.
Wen Ying keenly noticed Xie Qian’s unusual state today.
Xie Qian had not gone for rehabilitation!
He had also missed a class.
Judging by Xie Qian’s expression, it did not seem like overexcitement from her confession last night. Wen Ying asked directly.
“I attended Driver Feng’s funeral.”
Xie Qian only said this one sentence, and Wen Ying understood everything.
“…Do you feel very guilty?”
Xie Qian nodded lightly. “That was a life. He should not have died.”
If it were someone else, they might comfort Xie Qian, saying it was not he who killed driver Feng Gao, but the mastermind behind the accident.
Wen Ying did not say this.
The weight of a life is immeasurable. Xie Qian was favoured by the Creator, with good family background, intelligence, and high looks. Was his life more precious than driver Feng Gao’s?
Of course not!
Wen Ying said nothing. She sat beside Xie Qian, took out her laptop, and wrote her manuscript.
Time passed quietly. When Xie Qian came back to his senses, quite some time had gone by. The laptop screen light illuminated Wen Ying’s face. Xie Qian had already shaken off the despondency from Feng Gao’s funeral.
Xie Qian did not disturb Wen Ying. He opened his own computer to handle company matters until Wen Ying typed a line, stretched, and Xie Qian stopped working.
“Are you hungry? Let us go eat. Today we will not eat at the cafeteria.”
“Not the cafeteria, then what?”
“Whatever you feel like. If you want it lively, we can call Li Mengjiao and the others.”
Call Li Mengjiao?
Wen Ying refused directly. “She seems very busy lately. Let us not disturb her.”
Actually, Li Mengjiao was not very busy.
Li Mengjiao had seen the confession post on the Shendan campus forum. Just for this post, Li Mengjiao had called Wen Ying several times today. Wen Ying really did not want to hear Li Mengjiao’s live screams, nor see her do the splits. Yes, Li Mengjiao had wanted to do splits for a long time. This time no one could stop her. Li Mengjiao said she would do ten!
“Then just us. Somewhere quiet.”
When Xie Qian asked what Wen Ying wanted to eat, she inexplicably thought of the gourmet restaurants recommended by the “Shendan’s Richest” senior.
Ahem, though when the richest senior recommended them, he wanted to take Wen Ying himself. Wen Ying felt she had made things clear with him. Going with Xie Qian to try them was fine.
What bloody coincidence like running into “Shendan’s Richest” in the restaurant could happen?
Absolutely not!
Heaven was indeed kind to Wen Ying and did not arrange such a coincidence for her.
The coincidence was reserved for Xie Qian.
The two ran into Miss Ran in the restaurant.
Ran Keqing saw someone pushing a wheelchair into the restaurant and subconsciously glanced a few more times. Unexpectedly, this casual glance could not look away.
“Xie Qian?”
The person in the wheelchair was actually Xie Qian.
Everyone said Xie Qian had been in a car accident. Even if not a vegetative state, he would be left with lifelong disability. Ran Keqing felt regret upon hearing this news.
After regretting… she was powerless. Ran Keqing was not a doctor and could not change anything.
Hearing that Xie Qian had returned to the country, Ran Keqing did not contact him.
Ran Keqing could not bear to see a young man who was nearly perfect become impaired. She wanted to preserve the perfect impression of Xie Qian in her mind.
Unexpectedly, without actively seeking him, she could still encounter him by chance.
In a city as large as Modu, they could meet by chance. This meant she and Xie Qian were fated, right?
Ran Keqing’s gaze lingered on Xie Qian.
Xie Qian was indeed using a wheelchair, but his overall condition looked very good. Whether “imperfection” was beautiful or not depended on the person.
Ran Keqing did not even glance at Wen Ying. She directly invited Xie Qian to join her table. “This is President Zhang from Liansheng Entertainment. Has not your Jiaxin always been interested in film production? You can chat with President Zhang.”
Xie Qian felt uncomfortable under Ran Keqing’s unabashed gaze. Enduring the discomfort, he introduced to Wen Ying, “This is Miss Ran, the daughter of President Ran. I mentioned her to you before.”
Wen Ying cooperated seamlessly, smiling brightly. “You did mention her, but you did not say Miss Ran was so beautiful. Hello, Miss Ran. I am Wen Ying.”
Ran Keqing treated Wen Ying as an assistant or follower. Seeing Wen Ying proactively extend her hand, Ran Keqing was somewhat surprised.
Looking closely at Wen Ying, she was quite attractive. Could she be a new artist signed by Jiaxin?
“You are—”
Xie Qian answered before Wen Ying could speak. “I hope to introduce her to everyone as ‘she is my girlfriend’. However, for now I am still in the pursuit stage. Wen Ying has not yet agreed to be my girlfriend.”
