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Chapter 168 The world is impermanent

Feng Jiashu waved his hand dismissively, "Rejected, all rejected."

The assistant raised an eyebrow and agreed, "Okay."

If the chairman doesn't work overtime during the National Day holiday, then his assistant can also take a holiday—a fantastic opportunity!

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Feng Jiashu asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The assistant was holding a document, which he handed to Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu took it. "What's this?"

Assistant: "This is all the information you asked me to investigate about Liu Biao."

Feng Jiashu's smile vanished instantly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The assistant said, "According to the investigation, this Liu Biao was tricked into investing in a shell company five years ago. The company made him sign a contract with unfair terms, which swindled all his savings. He was furious and beat the person so badly that he was hospitalized. He was then sued and served three and a half years in prison."

Feng Jiashu flipped through the documents, his brows furrowing even deeper. He waved to his assistant, "You can go out now."

The assistant nodded. "Okay."

The investigation yielded very detailed and comprehensive information. Liu Biao had little formal education, but he had a knack for business in his teens and twenties, selling things at a stall near the university town, where He Qiaoyun was studying at the time.

The details of how the two met are glossed over, but if you use your brain, you can guess that He Qiaoyun often went shopping there when she was young, and that's how they got to know each other.

Later, Liu Biao gradually built his business from small to large, establishing his own company, buying cars, land, and other properties. Everything went smoothly until he was swindled out of all his wealth and ended up in jail for assault.

Feng Jiashu read to the end, but found one omission.

Liu Biao's family was never mentioned throughout the entire article.

At this age, even if he's never been married, he should have a girlfriend or lover, but there's no trace of it.

He called his assistant and said, "Come over here."

A short while later, the assistant pushed open the door and entered. "Chairman, you wanted to see me?"

Feng Jiashu tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and asked, "Is there anything missing from Liu Biao's file?"

Assistant: "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Feng Jiashu asked with some disbelief, "He... he's never been married?"

The assistant suddenly realized, "Oh, right, he is still unmarried. According to the investigation, his social network is not complicated. Apart from women he has to deal with for business, he does not have a girlfriend or lover."

Feng Jiashu was somewhat taken aback and asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Could it be that he has some kind of physical defect? ​​Otherwise, it would be really difficult for him to understand using the thinking of an ordinary person.

The assistant said, "There's a rumor that he's always been chaste and virtuous because he once had a woman he liked, but according to my investigation, I haven't found any evidence of this woman's existence. Whether it's a false rumor or not, I don't know."

He muttered, "Or perhaps, he has some kind of hidden physical defect..."

Feng Jiashu recalled Liu Biao's physique and, looking at him with a man's eyes, did not think he had any physical defects.

So, there's only one reason left: he truly remained unmarried because of the woman he loved.

And this beloved woman, he had a vague feeling, was lingering right beside him...

Seeing Feng Jiashu's worried expression, the assistant asked, "Chairman, have you discovered any clues?"

Feng Jiashu put down the documents, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then stood up. "Never mind, let's go home."

Assistant: "Okay."

*

The sunset painted the sky red, and smoke rose from chimneys all around, filling the air with the aroma of cooking.

He Qiaoyun sat lazily in the rocking chair in the yard, taking no rush for dinner.

She didn't get up until the sunset faded away, humming a little tune as she went back to her room, opened the refrigerator, and started cooking.

Dinner took until almost seven o'clock to prepare before it was finally served.

While I was having dinner, two men sent me messages one after the other.

Liu Biao: [By the way, Qiaoyun, is there anything you need? I'll bring it to you from the city tomorrow.]

Feng Jiashu: [Good evening, have you eaten?]

He Qiaoyun took a picture of the freshly cooked dish and sent it to Feng Jiashu: "Just ate."

She then replied to Liu Biao: "No, you can just come directly."

Feng Jiashu: [The dishes look very appetizing.]

Liu Biao: [Okay.]

He Qiaoyun stopped replying to Liu Biao and turned to chat with Feng Jiashu.

I ate while typing; it took me more than half an hour to finish my dinner.

Feelings can be strange sometimes; even she herself didn't understand why she agreed to go on a trip with him during the National Day holiday.

Perhaps she wanted to give him another chance, and also give herself a chance.

As I got up to tidy the table, my daughter called.

She answered, "What's wrong?"

Xu Hemei hesitated before saying, "Mom, Grandma is in the hospital, did you know that?"

He Qiaoyun had no idea. "Why are you in the hospital?"

Xu Hemei: "Ji Ying pushed it."

He Qiaoyun frowned deeply. "Pushed? Why?"

Xu Hemei: "What else could it be? It's about the divorce. Ji Ying wants the house and not the children. Grandma was furious. She pointed at Ji Ying's head and called her a slut, saying she ran away from home to find some other man, and that she should be drowned in a pig cage. You know Ji Ying's temper, how could she stand being insulted like that? In a fit of anger, she..."

He Qiaoyun couldn't help but gasp, but she felt that Gao Hui deserved it; she herself was unhappy and didn't want others to be happy.

She asked, "How are you now? Is it serious?"

Xu Hemei thought for a moment and said, "Well, he's still in the hospital. The hospital's feedback is that if he takes good care of himself, he can get out of bed, but he can't walk. He needs a wheelchair. He's a bit paralyzed. I went to see him yesterday. He can't even speak properly and needs to be fed."

At this point, He Qiaoyun felt a strange pang of sympathy.

Perhaps it's because I'm getting old and can't bear to see these things.

She then asked, "How's Ji Ying doing?"

Xu Hemei sighed, "She pushed Grandma and now she's the target of everyone's criticism. She feels quite guilty herself. Anyway, it's a mess, and no one is having a good time."

He Qiaoyun said, "Just do your own thing and don't meddle."

Xu Hemei: "Yes, I know."

He Qiaoyun: "Then I'll hang up now, I just finished eating."

After hanging up the phone, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Her once happy family was now in complete disarray; life is truly unpredictable.

After finishing her chores, it was already 10 p.m. She sat at the table in her pajamas, turned on her computer, and started calculating the accounts for the past few days.

I'm efficient at night, finishing in half an hour. I shut down the computer, lay down in bed, and turned on my phone. There was a "goodnight" message from Feng Jiashu sent half an hour ago in the notification bar.

She smiled and replied with a goodnight, put down her phone, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, as dawn broke, the chill of early autumn seeped through the window that had been left open.

He Qiaoyun pulled the blanket up, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Suddenly, her phone kept popping up with messages, and the constant beeping disturbed her fragile sleep.