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I ignored the two of them and focused on packing my things, mentally downgrading the qualities of Sister Liu and her assistant. It’s truly hard to be a good person.
When the ambulance sirens blared outside the villa, the flush on Sister Liu's face from her frustration faded away. Everyone was relieved that this sudden incident seemed to have passed without serious consequences. No one noticed as I quietly slipped out of the crowd and returned to Brother Biao's side. The paramedics carried Sister Liu away.
Brother Biao looked worried and said, "You really have guts. If you had made a bad impression, you would have been in big trouble!" His words made sense, but in that situation, I simply couldn’t stand by idly.
The next day, I accompanied Boss Chen and the hearse of the main family to the crematorium, then took the ashes to the cemetery for burial. This funeral was officially concluded. Boss Chen was pleased; he had earned over thirty thousand yuan from this business deal. Moreover, he realized I was quite interesting…
If Mr. Zhao’s mother’s case had some element of luck involved, today’s sudden illness of Sister Liu and my willingness to step in could only indicate that I had some skills after all. In other words, if something unfortunate had happened to Sister Liu today, it would have been a huge deal for the entire Jiangbei entertainment industry and would have caused significant trouble for the family involved.
Chen Senran boasted, “But this matter was still resolved by my little employee!” He believed that whatever seeds were sown would yield corresponding fruits; everything I did was inadvertently helping him expand his influence and network.
However, I hadn’t anticipated that doing good deeds could also bring trouble upon myself—some people are truly ungrateful.
As the weather grew hotter, Boss Chen generously installed a fan in my room. Since Brother Biao discovered that the scary noises at night were caused by mice, he suggested staying at the company too. I had no objections; it was nice to have someone to talk to.
Days passed by. Although there wasn’t a constant stream of work at the company, there were still deaths occurring every few days. Over time, I witnessed normal deaths as well as tragic accidents… Seeing so many dead bodies dulled my emotions; I no longer felt much stir within me.
The funeral home dealt with funerals regardless of timing; our rest periods didn’t align with public holidays either. On Monday, when there was no work at the company and both funeral parlors were empty, under Supervisor uncle Ming's arrangement, Brother Biao and I cleaned up again and disinfected before sitting down to scroll through our phones.
With Boss Chen absent and uncle Ming not being overly strict, we were having a good time when suddenly the light dimmed. Then we heard sister Min at the front desk call out, “Excuse me, ma’am, how can I assist you?”
Looking up, I saw a well-groomed woman with an air of competence entering through the door. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen her before.
The woman glanced around at several men before pointing at me. "I want him!"
Just then, Boss Chen waddled in from outside. Noticing the woman's displeased expression, he furrowed his brows and glared at me. "What’s going on? What trouble are you causing outside? Why did you let someone find their way to the company? This is bad for our reputation!"
The woman removed her sunglasses and shot a look at Boss Chen's round face. "You’re mistaken. I’m here to thank Mr. Xiao Lin!"
She turned to me. "Mr. Xiao Lin, can we talk privately for a moment?" Although her words sounded like a request, there was an undeniable arrogance in her tone.
I felt uncomfortable. "Sorry, but I don’t think I know you. We don’t have anything to discuss."
Perhaps no one usually spoke to this woman like that; she paused for a moment, then stared at me intently. "Do you know who I am?"
I replied, "No, and I don’t want to know. I’m at work right now, so if you have nothing else, please feel free to leave."
Fuming, the woman walked away. Since it was clear she wasn't here to cause trouble, Boss Chen didn’t say anything further and turned to head up the stairs to his office.
Brother Biao asked me, "Are you sure you don’t know her? I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere."
I shrugged it off. "She’s Sister Liu’s assistant."
Brother Biao exclaimed, "Damn, you recognized her and still brushed her off?"
As the two of us were whispering, the woman returned, this time followed by two men and another woman.
"Oh my god, isn’t that my dream goddess Sister Liu?" Brother Biao shouted excitedly.
The group entered the room. Knowing they weren’t here to discuss funeral business, Uncle Ming seemed a bit flustered.
Sister Liu took off her sunglasses. "Mr. Xiao Lin, could we have a word alone?"
Her tone was much more pleasant than that of the earlier woman. With my dream girl speaking to me like this, I felt a rush of excitement and stood up without thinking, following them outside.
This time, the two bodyguards were more discreet and didn’t show their teeth in front of me.
Two cars were parked nearby; one of the drivers opened the back door of one car for me. Sister Liu gestured for me to get in before entering herself. The door closed behind us, muffling all outside noise.
The windows were tinted, allowing me to see outside while keeping our conversation private from those outside.
Sister Liu removed the mask that covered most of her face, revealing a stunning visage that left even someone as inexperienced as me a bit breathless.
Clearing her throat lightly brought me back to reality, and I awkwardly smiled.
Sister Liu pulled out an envelope. "Mr. Xiao Lin, about last time… Thank you for your help. This is a small token of appreciation; please accept it."
I recalled what Mr. Zhao's driver, Brother Qin, had said and, without further politeness, reached out to take it.
Just as I was considering whether to express my gratitude, Sister Liu spoke up again: "I... can my illness be completely cured? You know, money is not an issue."
I thought for a moment and shook my head. "You have true asthma, so complete recovery is unlikely. However, paying attention to your diet and using traditional Chinese medicine for conditioning can reduce the occurrences..."
I was just saying, "Avoid milk, and steer clear of cold, greasy, spicy, sour, sweet foods, as well as seafood and shellfish that can easily cause allergies..." when Sister Liu's phone rang. She took it out, glanced at it without answering, but her face clearly showed signs of anxiety. "Mr. Xiao Lin, I remember what you just said. Right now, I have something urgent to attend to. Can I jot down your number and arrange another appointment later?"
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