C11

"Qianqian, you are my woman, only I can touch you. Everyone else, don't even think about it!" Jiang Yu avoided my question and gently caressed my face. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and a berserk aura surged from his entire body.

He pushed me onto the passenger seat and left, ignoring the fallen Boss Wang.

We didn't talk much along the way. I looked out the window, feeling complicated.

Sure enough, my initial guess was not wrong. Jiang Yu is not an ordinary person.

I had never thought of investigating him before because I was too confident in myself to be mistaken.

But this time, I seem to have made a fatal mistake.

Jiang Yu sent me back to the big villa while he himself returned to his residence.

It was already late at night, but I couldn't figure it out no matter how I thought about it.

Who is Jiang Yu, and what is his purpose in approaching me?

After thinking about it, I decided to investigate him, so I called Tang Yue.

"Hello …" Who is it … "Big night …" Tang Yue's voice sounded like she had just woken up. I frowned and coughed twice.

"Old... Old... Boss … Why are you calling me at this time? "

"Help me investigate a person. I want to know everything about him."

"Who exactly is it? Do they know that our boss is gathering so many people?" Tang Yue showed great interest in me investigating that person.

"Jiang Yu."

"Him?" Tang Yue was very surprised.

I can understand Tang Yue's feelings at this moment, because in her eyes, Jiang Yu and I have always been male and female friends, but only I know that the relationship between Jiang Yu and I is nothing more than a deal to be made between the two of us.

"Before tomorrow morning, I want to get all the information I can on Jiang Yu."

After saying that, I hung up the phone decisively.

I sat on the couch, wide awake.

When I thought about how Director Wang was still lying on the roadside after getting beaten up so badly, I felt a headache. This Jiang Yu, who normally saw him being so honest, I never expected that he would actually be so impulsive one day.

I opened a bottle of eighty-two-year-old Lafite from my home's red wine cabinet and got a small glass, hoping to get some alcohol to help me sleep.

But when he laid on the bed, the image of Jiang Yu's enchanter face appeared in his mind.

A sleepless night.

I woke up early the next morning, and the itinerary on the tablet reminded me that I had more important things to do today.

First, today's first plan is to visit the market.

It was, so to speak, my daily commando inspection to investigate the daily situation of the shop in the absence of frequent visits from my superiors.

Before I left, I made myself a sandwich and chose a low-key outfit.

There were a number of cars in the house, all left behind by my husband, who used to like to collect them. To me, these cars were no different.

I picked up a black Maserati and chose the nearest shopping plaza to the company. There was a direct shop for Ye’s.

After parking the car, I leisurely walked up to the third floor of the shopping plaza — the dress area — as if I were a regular customer.

Of course, before coming to my shop, I checked on the basic situation of the other shops. As I expected, the clothing business competition has been intense for the past two years.

Just as I turned around and was about to go to the shop at the corner, I suddenly saw a very familiar figure.

That man's figure is very well-proportioned, his back is as thin as usual. With just that glance, I could feel my heart calming down, and it had been a long time.

This man, even if he turns into ashes, I will never forget him!

I stared at him, my steps involuntarily quickening as I ran in his direction. I boasted that I was a man who had always been able to control his emotions, but the moment I saw him, everything became uncontrollable.

The closer I got, the more certain I was that that person was none other than the man who should have died five years ago, the man that I couldn't let go of in my heart — Lin Mu!

I walked toward his back, intending to call out his name, but I couldn't say anything. He walked faster and faster, then disappeared, as if everything I had just seen was an illusion, as if he had never appeared at all.

I rushed into the crowd, trying to find his back, but to no avail. I searched again and again, but I still couldn't find him.

I don't know why, but my heart is filled with a deep sense of loss.

How could it be him!

Back then, I personally witnessed him being cremated. I personally saw him disappear bit by bit, turning into a wisp of smoke in the air in front of me.

How could it be him! That figure just now was just a passer-by I met by the roadside.

It must have been my lack of sleep last night that caused me to be so distracted.

I comforted myself while controlling my emotions. Forcefully gathering my energy, as if nothing had happened, I pretended that nothing had happened and headed towards the Ye’s's specialty store area.

I walked into the store. The shop manager and the clerks all looked terrified when they saw me, and I nodded slightly at them, relieved to see them all, before I began to inspect the shop.

This is probably the only place I'm happy with. They don't have the formal stuff, because that's what I hate the most.

I found a comfortable place to sit down, and the shop manager handed me the financial results of the quarter.

I gave it a cursory glance. There wasn't much of a problem, but due to the increasing popularity of the clothing market, the sales volume in the stores were barely on the rise.

"Welcome, if you need anything, you can come in and choose, oh ~" The shop assistant's sweet voice kept ringing in my ears. I didn't care about anything else and focused all my attention on the clothes in the shop.

As a top designer in the country, my requirements for clothes are not as simple as putting them together on the shelf.

I frowned. The shop looked fine, and the sales were all right, but the biggest flaw was the clothes they were wearing.

These shop assistants were too traditional and conservative to catch people's attention at the first possible moment.

As designers, at first glance we will only look at the main product, but I have been in the store for so long, there is not a set of matching to light up my eyes.

I shook my head. Looks like I'll have to find a matching consultant for every chain store.