Not long after, a middle-aged man ca over from the other side of the corridor and said to the group of people here, "The funeral ho has been contacted, they’ll send soone over soon, and it should take about an hour and a half to get here."
The corridor, which had been relatively quiet, was filled once again with the sound of sobbing...
Sheng Jiayu only received Mu Ke’s reply the next morning.
[I’m not in B City, what’s up?]
Looking at the cold words, Sheng Jiayu could fully imagine Mu Ke’s aloof deanor when saying this. She replied: [It’s nothing]
There was no further response from the other side.
Sheng Jiayu looked at her own dark circles in the mirror; she didn’t know why, but after hearing the woman’s voice from Mu Ke’s phone, she found herself losing sleep.
Was it out of jealousy?
Sheng Jiayu felt it wasn’t, because she could clearly feel that she was more afraid than anything.
That feeling was distinctly different from the sourness she felt when seeing Xin Ke with another woman.
It wasn’t jealousy, perhaps it was like being once bitten by a snake, forever fearful of ropes that resemble snakes.
Summoning up the courage to try, only to fear that her efforts would amount to nothing in the end.
Sheng Jiayu composed herself; Christmas was just a few days away, and there were still many things to handle before the opening of her bookstore. Neither the promotion nor the interior setup was complete, and she had a lot to do.
For three consecutive days, Sheng Jiayu was busy. She didn’t contact Mu Ke, nor did Mu Ke reach out to her. Their communication had stopped at that [It’s nothing] from days ago.
As the items for the bookstore gradually arrived, placing so small potted plants and books inside suddenly made the whole space feel complete, giving it a slightly bourgeois flair.
With the main setup done, Sheng Jiayu took care of the details herself, adding little decorations here, placing a photo fra there.
Near evening, Sheng Jiayu finally left the bookstore, locked the door, and had only walked a few steps when she heard two short honks.
Not far ahead of her, a car door slowly opened, and a man with a smiling face got out: "Hi, Miss Sheng, what a coincidence."
Sheng Jiayu looked at him for two seconds before recalling this was Su Chen, whom she had t the other day at Sheng Jianan’s office.
"Hello, Mr. Su."
Su Chen had already walked up to Sheng Jiayu: "I was passing by on so errands, and didn’t expect to run into Miss Sheng, what a small world. It’s almost dinner ti, do you have any plans? How about having a al together?"
Sheng Jiayu frowned, they barely knew each other, wasn’t it a bit too forward to ask for a al so boldly? Besides, she didn’t have a good impression of him.
Seemingly sensing Sheng Jiayu’s thoughts, Su Chen’s smile grew even brighter: "Miss Sheng, don’t get wrong, I’m not hitting on you. You might not know , but I’ve long heard of your na, my good friend is your staunch fan."
Sheng Jiayu: "..."
She wasn’t a celebrity, where would she have die-hard fans?
"Mr. Su, you’re joking."
"No, no, my friend is Mu Ke."
Sheng Jiayu was slightly taken aback, Mu Ke?
She hadn’t heard from him for several days, and upon hearing this na, an unusual feeling swept through Sheng Jiayu’s heart.
Then she heard Su Chen continue, "He’s had so issues recently. I don’t know if he’s told you. I really didn’t an anything else, a friend’s spouse is off limits, I get it."
Sheng Jiayu’s attention was focused on "he’s had so issues recently," completely ignoring the last sentence.
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