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Chapter 474: Human Skin Puppet (Thirty-Seven)
Xinhai Manor Hotel, one of the top hotels in the city, is grand, upscale, magnificent, and luxurious—a place frequented by the wealthy. Today, we, the proletariat, have come to join the excitement.
After getting out of the car, I was surprised to see that Chi Xinrong had arrived early. She had dyed her hair golden and was wearing a white down jacket, jeans, and trendy high-end winter boots that made her stand out in the crowd.
Compared to Ling Juan, who has a more demure beauty, I found myself drawn to Juanzi because she shares a similar charm with Mi.
However, her personality is a bit more cheerful.
As we got out of the car and the valet drove it away, Qin Jian naturally walked over to his wife, Chi Xinrong. I walked alongside Juanzi toward them.
Chi Xinrong looked Juanzi up and down before smiling subtly and whispering something to Qin Jian. Seeing the corners of her lips curve slightly as if she were laughing, I knew that this girl was probably saying how well Ling Juan and I matched.
When it came to ordering food, it was traditionally a woman's domain. However, with Chi Xinrong joining us, Ling Juan seemed a bit anxious. Every time Chi Xinrong suggested a dish and asked for our opinions, Ling Juan nervously glanced at the prices before sulking and staring at the ground.
I chuckled, and so did Qin Jian. When Chi Xinrong went to the restroom and asked Ling Juan if she wanted to go too—only for Ling Juan to decline—we laughed and told her not to worry; this meal would definitely not be on her tab but rather on those who went to the restroom.
Ling Juan burst into exaggerated laughter: "You two kept this from me so well! I was all nervous about the prices—what an embarrassment!"
"It's fine; his wife is loaded. She's not worried about you eating; she's just afraid you might be too polite to enjoy it."
"Hey hey." Ling Juan chuckled innocently before decisively picking up the menu and starting to order without pause.
Seeing us order so many dishes, the waiter became particularly enthusiastic and kindly brought us complimentary fresh orange drinks—this was a perk for ordering above a certain amount at the restaurant.
Next came the waiting period. With nothing else to do, Ling Juan started taking photos of the restaurant's interior and posted them on her social media.
Chi Xinrong soon reappeared. Standing in the dining room, she resembled a dazzling pearl that captured the attention of all the men around. As she walked over, those men couldn't help but follow her graceful figure with their eyes until she reached Qin Jian, at which point they instinctively looked away.
Really, I and Qin Jian still attract some attention in this dining hall, so the gentlemen are quite perceptive and quietly compliment us.
“Lao Qi, you can’t sense anything from Gousi …”
I raised my hand in annoyance to gesture for him to stop. “Let’s not talk business right now, brother. Isn’t it a bit stomach-churning to discuss such things while enjoying a delicious meal?”
Ling Juan was busy with something, I couldn’t tell what she was replying to; her phone’s WeChat notification was too loud. She didn’t even hear what Qin Jian and I were talking about.
Chi Xinrong heard us though. As she sat down, she asked, “What are you two discussing?”
“Nothing, eating is more important than anything else.”
Chi Xinrong agreed with Ling Juan, while Qin Jian wore a grimace, sullenly sipping his orange juice and frowning. “It’s cold; you guys shouldn’t drink it.”
The two girls really didn’t have any drinks; the food was delicious. Halfway through the meal, Chi Xinrong blurted out something inappropriate: “I’m curious, is that it for you two?”
Qin Jian shot her a glare and coldly said, “Shut up.”
Then Chi Xinrong looked at me with questioning eyes, and I shook my head in response, signaling her not to say anything more.
For the first time during a meal, I didn’t feel nervous about today’s arrangements, tomorrow’s work, or how to write the report later. It was relaxed, pleasant, and very satisfying.
After the meal, Chi Xinrong paid the bill. Qin Jian didn’t bring up work again; he looked like someone who felt owed money as he silently walked out of the restaurant.
Next, I refused to ride in Qin Jian’s car or Chi Xinrong’s car and just walked aimlessly in another direction with my hands in my pockets. I didn’t know if it was Qin Jian’s instruction or Chi Xinrong being nosy, but they actually left Ling Juan behind at the restaurant. When she called me saying she couldn’t get back, it startled me.
I went to pick up Ling Juan, and she told me it wasn’t that they left her behind; she simply didn’t want to take the car and wanted to chat with me.
Chat about what?
After Mi left me, I really spent very little time with the opposite sex, just aimlessly walking down the street.
I was still the same, hands in my pockets, strolling slowly. Ling Juan followed beside me, not playing on her phone, constantly asking questions. Just as I was about to take her home, this girl inexplicably started crying.
"Brother Qi, thinking about not being able to see you and Qin in the future makes me want to cry."
I comforted her, feeling oddly uncomfortable myself. I deliberately put on a cold, tough-guy demeanor and said to her, "If you want to see me, just call anytime."
I thought that would be the end of it with Ling Juan and Qin Jian, but unexpectedly, events later would once again tie me to her.
I returned to Ma Wu Funeral Home.
Wanting to forget many things, I threw myself wholeheartedly into revitalizing Ma Wu Funeral Home. When a person gets busy, other matters become insignificant.
The first thing was reform—a major change for Ma Wu Funeral Home. I purchased new equipment that could preserve the freshness of bodies by ninety percent. People thought I was crazy; while others bought appliances for enjoyment, I bought these to serve the dead.
The gloomy Fatty transformed completely upon my return. He got a haircut and became lively, doing whatever was asked of him. The trials of time had worn away his bad habits and foul temper completely.
Recently, I needed to hire a mortician—someone specifically for preparing the deceased.
The job posting was simple: high school graduate, compassionate, and must show one hundred percent respect for people and matters. The clients? The deceased.
The job listing had been up for a long time with no inquiries. I thought I wouldn't find anyone. However, one day a girl called me out of the blue, simply inquiring about the job details and some benefits before deciding to come in for an interview.
Time flew by; it had almost been a year since Qin Jian and I parted ways. Thanks to my return, Ma Wu Funeral Home had regained its former business.
Fatty worked diligently as my assistant—something I hadn't expected.
It turned out that after going through many things, people can change with their environment.
Due to the recent surge in business and the expansion of my service offerings, I urgently needed to hire an assistant who possesses a spirit of sacrifice, compassion, and respect for others. This was my first time hiring someone to help in the shop, and I guessed that in today's society, the funeral industry is one of the least popular fields, so I anticipated that finding an assistant might not go smoothly.
To my surprise, after posting the job advertisement, I quickly received calls from applicants expressing their interest.
The assistant arrived on Friday around noon, sporting a clean and tidy short haircut, clutching the torn job advertisement as she headed straight for Ma Wu Funeral Home. As she approached, she smiled at me, and I smiled back. I hadn't expected Ling Juan to change so much in just a year.
She had become beautiful, mature, lively, and understanding.
"Boss, I'm here to apply. Do you think I'm qualified?" she asked.
"Qualified? I'm just worried you might not be able to handle the hardships."
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