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Zhang Maocai was destined to fail tonight. The young man, with determination, picked up his share of the money and left without looking back. The people in the restaurant gradually dispersed, watching as the pile of money on the table remained unclaimed. His face, turning a shade reminiscent of liver, he grabbed the money and stuffed it into the pocket of the apron of the waiter who had come to clear the table, saying, "Here you go, a tip..." The waiter, delighted, nodded and hurriedly called out to him to take care and come again next time.
Xu Ziming suddenly turned over, startling Liu, who quickly pulled back her thoughts and discreetly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. The guilt she had harbored since that incident was gradually fading under her husband's relentless torment.
In every corner of the city, there were early risers. Elderly folks like Aunt aspired to maintain their health, treating morning walks as a discipline that needed to be executed daily. The streets were still bustling with traffic and pedestrians. Driving to News Agency wasn't too far; if it weren't for the traffic lights, it would take no more than twenty minutes. However, traffic rules had to be followed; otherwise, getting caught by a speed camera would be disastrous.
Having skipped breakfast and noticing it was still early, she deliberately took a detour to Yuan Ye's favorite spot, Ruyi Bun Shop, with a simple purpose: to gauge his mood. Just as she entered and sat down, she heard the sound of a car door slamming shut from across the street. Yuan Ye's handsome figure appeared in Liu's line of sight. She slightly turned her body to feign nonchalance as if she hadn't come here specifically to wait for him.
"Boss, same as usual," came the voice of a particularly charming mature man. He walked past Liu, slightly lowering his head in surprise as he said, "Hi! Liu, good morning! Are you here for breakfast too?"
"Isn't it because you brought me here last time? I just love the taste here, and the place is quite unique," Liu replied with a smile, trying hard to project an innocent and friendly demeanor.
"Then I won't hold back sitting here!"
"Please do sit; you're very welcome." There was no hint of flirtation in her expression—just genuine warmth.
"Today it's my treat; enjoy your meal," Yuan Ye said as he watched the waiter bring his food. He quickly picked up his chopsticks and dipped them into the steaming hot soup before sitting down to eat.
Liu, having arrived earlier and already finished her meal, couldn't help but observe his eating habits. An unfounded thought crossed her mind... how wonderful it would be if this single man were her husband... Such thoughts often slipped out involuntarily.
"Yuan, are you used to living alone? Have you never thought about marrying a capable partner?"
"Cough cough... What are you talking about at this time? Who would want to be with me..." Yuan Ye choked on the spicy hot soup just then. Seeing this, Liu quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.
"Thank you," Yuan Ye replied with typical politeness.
"Excuse me, Yuan, do you have some time today?" Liu's face flushed red as the words slipped out, surprising even herself.
Yuan Ye was taken aback, nearly choking on his food. It was usually men asking women out; why was Liu suddenly asking him? Could it be true what Haoming said—that she was involved with someone?
"Is there something you need?" Yuan Ye feigned ignorance, casually inquiring. Seeing that he was probing for information, Liu assumed he was interested and smiled brightly, reaching out with a napkin to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth.
"Wait! What do you mean by that? Don't think every man talks with his lower half. Thank you!" Yuan Ye gently swatted Liu's hand away. An awkward silence ensued, tears welling up in Liu's eyes but she dared not wipe them away with the napkin, as many patrons were watching. She saw Yuan Ye coldly leave to pay the bill and walk towards his car without looking back. At that moment, she wished she could just disappear into a crack in the ground. After a moment of dazed shock, she slowly approached the counter to settle her bill.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but that gentleman over there already paid for you," the server said politely with a smile. However, in Liu's gloomy heart, it felt as if everyone in the place was mocking her.
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At the police station, there were issues with the autopsy. The deceased's organs contained toxic substances, which had never been found in the country before. The livor mortis on the skin indicated that these toxins had circulated quickly to the surface while the body still retained warmth, forming spots after rigor mortis set in. What could have poisoned the victim so silently? The captain furrowed his brow deeply.
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Ziya and Sun Meng walked up to the entrance of the News Agency, checking in as usual. Today, it seemed like all the office workers were preoccupied and lackluster. Out of the corner of her eye, Ziya spotted Yuan Ye's car pulling in; within ten minutes, Liu's car arrived as well.
Ziya led Sun Meng to Human Resources where they filled out forms and completed various procedures related to their personal profiles. As they exited, they encountered Aunt Chen holding a bottle of air freshener. "Hello, beautiful ladies!" she called out with a simple and honest smile reminiscent of a blooming flower.
"Hello, Auntie!" Ziya and Sun Meng replied politely with smiles. Watching Aunt Chen walk away, Ziya began sneezing repeatedly due to her allergy to scents.
"Hey, your nasal allergy seems worse," Sun Meng remarked with concern as she glanced at a green potted plant placed along the hallway. The plant looked like a snake plant but resembled a new Brazilian variety called something like 'Cool Tiger Skin.'
"Uh... you know so much, you even know about Brazilian things. Tsk! I don't know why it's getting more and more uncomfortable..." Ziya rubbed his little nose hard with a tissue, frowned, raised his head, and wanted to sneeze again. SunMeng hurriedly jumped and laughed and said: "Halo, I looked it up from Baidu. It is said that this plant has the effect of absorbing dust particles, but it also has another special effect." "What special effect?" Ziya As soon as I asked, I saw several hurried men in green overalls moving potted plants downstairs. She stepped forward and asked, "How do you move the good potted plants away?" However, the workers who moved the potted plants seemed to be in no mood to pay attention to this beautiful woman's question. They all moved the potted plants to the shelf bed in silence, and then put them away. The rack cart was pushed to the elevator entrance and seemed to be taken away by the elevator. "Where are you moving to?" Ziya and SunMeng were very angry at each other's impoliteness, and hurriedly chased them to the elevator door and asked. "Ziya, what are you two doing here?" Li Mingxiang hurriedly walked from the other end of the corridor and shouted happily when he saw them. "Aunt Li OK." "Ho ho, OK!" Li Mingxiang looked at the potted plants being moved, and without saying a word, he pulled Ziya and Sun Meng and walked aside, but someone was curious I kept looking back at the potted plant, feeling quite puzzled. "It is not good for these potted plants to be placed here during this season. The indoor air is too dry and will shorten their lifespan, so I changed them." Li Mingxiang patted Ziya's shoulder and explained. "Oh, no wonder, do you want to transport it away now?" Sun Meng also thought it was a pity to move the potted plant, and asked in conversation. "Not yet. The person just now said that everything here can't be moved now. We can only pull them to the warehouse and wait for them to be shipped out later." Li Mingxiang said helplessly. (
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