Chapter 1519 - 1281: If Hatred Reaches Its Extreme, What About Love?_3

Chapter 1519: Chapter 1281: If Hatred Reaches Its Extreme, What About Love?_3

She’s very fragile, but she hides that fragility well—if you don’t know her very well, you’d never notice it.

She’s very beautiful, like right now, quietly gazing out the window, completely absorbed and lost in thought, like a painting, the kind you’d treasure for a lifetime.

This time Ji Xiangling also came to the funeral, but Shi Nuan didn’t see her.

After Yu Yao arrived, Song Yansheng was afraid Yu Yao would be too sad and upset, and her health isn’t good, so he had Shi Nuan accompany her to the lounge.

Ji Xiangling’s connection with the Song Family isn’t minor; Song Zhongming even really dislikes her mother.

Especially after finding out that her mother had helped Song Yansheng and Yu Yao many times in the past.

But after Ji Xiangling arrived, she only stayed for ten minutes before leaving.

She left very quietly too, hardly anyone noticed her, but Zhang Xiaolian, who’d been watching her the whole time, did.

Zhang Xiaolian said, "Actually, you could stay here a bit longer. Maybe... maybe in a while, Mr. will bring Lady over!"

Ji Xiangling’s eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment she said, "Seeing them being all lovey-dovey together would make you very happy, would it?"

Zhang Xiaolian hurriedly shook his head. "How... how could it?"

"Since that’s the case, don’t stop me. I’m leaving first."

Zhang Xiaolian frowned, watching Ji Xiangling walk away, yet completely helpless.

Shen Zui didn’t come this time, but he asked his older sister Shen Jiu’er, who came to offer condolences, to bring a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Shen Zui actually didn’t have much of a relationship with Liang Yue’e, but Song Yichuan had once been his close friend.

On that basis alone, this bouquet of white chrysanthemums was something he needed to send.

Shen Jiu’er is Song Qingyang’s best friend. Seeing Shen Jiu’er crying so hard that her eyes were red, she was very upset too, and comforted her, "Qingyang, try to think more openly about it."

Song Qingyang nodded and didn’t say anything else.

Shen Jiu’er then said to Yu Dou, who was next to Song Qingyang, "You... you should take better care of Qingyang from now on. She’s your wife, after all!"

Yu Dou nodded. "Don’t worry, I will."

Shen Jiu’er’s impression of Yu Dou isn’t especially good or bad; she just feels that businessmen are mostly like that—reserved and rigorous, meticulous, very serious.

On the way to Dongming Mountain, Shen Jiu’er also went. Cars had been arranged for the funeral, and some guests drove themselves and could take others along the way.

When Shen Jiu’er was choosing which car to get in, she saw a car a short distance ahead that looked very familiar.

It seemed like she’d seen it somewhere before.

She walked over and realized that the person sitting inside was Qiao Yichi.

She quickly smiled and greeted him. "Mr. Qiao, it’s you!"

Qiao Yichi raised an eyebrow. "What? Is it that strange seeing me?"

Shen Jiu’er waved her hands quickly. "No, no, it’s perfectly normal for you to be here, what’s strange about that!"

Qiao Yichi didn’t say much more to her, he just asked, "You’re here to catch a ride to Dongming Mountain, right? I’m going too. Get in."

"Huh?" Shen Jiu’er froze.

Qiao Yichi said, "What? Was I not clear enough just now? Do you need me to repeat myself?"

"N-no need..." Shen Jiu’er immediately waved her hands, obediently opened the passenger door and got in.

The two of them waited there for another two minutes. The cars around them gradually drove off, and in their car, it was still just the two of them.

Shen Jiu’er said, "That’s odd. This car of yours is a luxury convertible, how come no one came to ride in it?"

Qiao Yichi said, "Because there’s no one else like you, with such guts."

Shen Jiu’er didn’t agree. "My guts aren’t that big. It’s just that I’ve ridden in your car once before, so I’m familiar with it. That’s why I’m riding it again. And sitting in a luxury car is satisfying, you know? I have no idea when I’ll be able to afford one myself, so I can only hitch a ride in yours for now!"

Qiao Yichi chuckled and said, "I heard you’re a print model, right?"

Shen Jiu’er said, "Yeah. Didn’t expect you to know that too. But let me give you some inside info: I’m going to branch out in my career from now on. I’m taking acting classes right now, and in the future I’ll be able to be an actress. Hey, do you have any favorite actresses or actors?"

Qiao Yichi’s thin lips moved slightly, and after a moment he said, "I don’t really follow that stuff. But you’re very pretty. As long as you really hone your acting skills, I don’t think there’ll be a problem."

Shen Jiu’er said, "Then I’ll take that as your blessing. Of course I’ll work hard and try to become popular as soon as possible, make big money, and marry a handsome, rich husband!"

Qiao Yichi raised an eyebrow. "If you’re already making big money yourself but still require your husband to be handsome and rich, what’s the point of you making money?"

Shen Jiu’er was clearly a bit resistant to this kind of question, but after a while, she still answered.

She said, "I haven’t thought that far ahead, but I absolutely have to find a handsome and rich husband. Handsome is the top priority; rich comes second!"

Qiao Yichi lifted his eyebrow slightly. "Oh? Then how handsome are we talking? And how rich is ’rich’? Does someone like me meet the criteria?"

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