Crazy Beautiful Fishing Master Chasing His Wife's Crematorium - Chapter 29

The strange thing was that there was only Xiang Feiwan in the bathroom.

The uncooked rice thrown out, while not exactly like spilled water, had a similar effect at the moment.

What was most absurd was that Xiang Feiwan was startled by the door being kicked open. When she opened her mouth, Ye Sangyu dumped a pile of raw rice into it.

She spat for a long time, rinsed her mouth, and was still utterly stunned.

There was indeed only one person in the room, and there were no extra shoes at the door. It was truly bizarre.

Ye Sangyu looked around and quickly made up an excuse: “In our hometown, we say that when moving into a new house, you have to give rice first, and then, and then you throw the rice onto a wet place, which symbolizes…” She thought for a moment, “It symbolizes water giving birth to all things, endless life.”

She was truly talking nonsense with a straight face. Xiang Feiwan wiped the water from the corner of her lips. Ye Sangyu had already walked to the door, looked around, and shut the door with a clang.

This was crazy!

Downstairs, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Xiang Feiwan: Do you want to stay? It’s my first night in the new house, and I can’t sleep alone.

She looked up at the window, where a dark, thin shadow stood, isolated against the bright background.

This time, there was no mistake, no illusion; there was indeed only a single, dark shadow.

Ye Sangyu was typing when the next voice message came through. She clicked to play it and felt her ears soften.

Humans are advanced animals who are prone to a soft heart, especially when faced with an old flame.

But the cold wind was biting at the moment, and Ye Sangyu was exceptionally clear-headed. The time she faced the darkness alone would be unforgettable for the rest of her life.

So, even though the voice message contained the soft, spoiled words of Xiang Feiwan—words she had begged to hear in the past, sickly sweet—she turned her head and left without looking back. This was within Xiang Feiwan’s expectation.

She stood by the window for a while. The lock on the door of the second bedroom turned, and the door was opened from the inside. A figure flashed in the gloom.

“Tell me beforehand next time you come over,” Xiang Feiwan frowned slightly, standing still by the window.

Work resumed on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone received a red envelope for the start of the year, but they had to go to Xiang Feiwan’s office to collect it.

Ye Sangyu deliberately avoided looking at her during the morning meeting, and she didn’t feel like bowing down for a red envelope now, as she wasn’t short on money.

“Sangyu, hurry up! Not only is there a red envelope, but there’s also a draw. I heard someone won a car,” a colleague’s excitement was palpable. Ye Sangyu joined in the fun and asked, “What did you win?”

“I got a new model phone.” The colleague added, “These prizes were all paid for by CEO Xiang out of her own pocket. That’s why our company’s turnover rate is negative; everyone is loyal to CEO Xiang; she’s really good to everyone.”

Chatting with the colleague, she learned that going to CEO Xiang’s office to receive a red envelope was a custom every year.

This also gave everyone a chance to talk to Xiang Feiwan individually about work dissatisfaction, opinions on the company, or family difficulties… Xiang Feiwan would seriously record everything.

“CEO Xiang is not one to make empty promises; everything she said she would do, she has done.” The Xiang Feiwan described by her colleague was nothing but praise, from her fair skin and beauty to her conduct, and from her perfect figure to her excellent leadership. Ye Sangyu said calmly, “I thought everyone was just flattering her.”

The colleague shook her head repeatedly and whispered that the only flaw people could find in Xiang Feiwan was her excessive strictness and seriousness, but even that was an advantage when examined closely: “CEO Xiang is very strict about deadlines and progress. She even fired a manager for procrastinating.”

Ye Sangyu was still uninterested in the red envelope. In the afternoon, during the department meeting, Wu Huai’en reminded her to go collect it.

She had no choice. After the meeting, she dawdled at her desk, staring at the little dog hanging by her desk. She flicked the dog’s forehead and finally headed upstairs.

She knocked on the door and was stunned—Qin Xisheng opened it.

Xiang Feiwan tilted her head, saw it was her, and asked her to wait a moment.

Qin Xisheng smiled coldly and teased, “It’s impolite to keep a beauty waiting. I don’t mind; you can go first.”

Ye Sangyu turned and walked straight away. Later, Dongqing called her and asked her to come up, but she responded indifferently, “I’m off work.”

Even the dullest Dongqing sensed something was wrong and could only honestly say on LT: Sangyu is off work.

She thought about adding, “I feel like she’s angry,” but after much deliberation, she deleted it.

Xiang Feiwan called, but no one answered. She went downstairs to the garage. The car Ye Sangyu drove that morning was still parked in its original spot.

She called again, and this time, it connected, but the voice on the other end was unfamiliar.

“CEO Xiang, Sangyu is in the restroom.”

“Su Zhi, it’s you again.”

Su Zhi smiled faintly: “You recognized me right away. You must know me well.”

“Give her the phone back.”

“Are you ordering me?” Su Zhi chuckled coolly: “By what right? CEO Xiang, I’m not an employee of your company.”

Ye Sangyu returned and shook the water from her hands. Su Zhi said rather aggrievedly, “Here, take it back quickly. Your CEO Xiang almost ate me alive.”

She didn’t lift her head: “I’m off work; no talk about work. Tell CEO Xiang to call again tomorrow.”

Su Zhi laughed even louder, deliberately leaning closer to the microphone and asking, “CEO Xiang, did you hear that?”

Xiang Feiwan hung up immediately. Su Zhi listened to the dial tone and was immensely amused, praising Sangyu’s formidable nature.

Ye Sangyu casually remarked, “Seeing how happy you are, it feels like you have a grudge against Xiang Feiwan.”

Su Zhi shook her head and, after a long laugh, said, “It’s not that I have a grudge against her. It’s just that I don’t like those so-called successful people. I think they are all fake personas, humble in front of people, but condescending behind their backs, much like some celebrities.”

Ye Sangyu took the menu and handed it over: “See what you want to eat.”

Su Zhi ordered all the classic dishes at Taisitu Lanya Restaurant: “My treat tonight.”

“No need.” Ye Sangyu’s phone vibrated twice; a message popped up. Seeing Xiang Feiwan’s profile picture, she didn’t click on it. “Let’s go AA.”

“It’s just one meal. I’ll treat you this time, and you treat me next time.” Su Zhi rested her chin in her hands and playfully asked, “Has CEO Xiang ruined your mood? Want to have a couple of drinks tonight?”

She shook her head again, glanced at the time, and yawned.

Su Zhi said she felt hurt that Ye Sangyu was drowsy when with her, claiming it was her failure.

Ye Sangyu picked up the lemon fruit tea and took a sip. It was slightly cool and refreshing. She sighed and said, “Don’t talk about failure. I don’t even know what you do for a living.”

Su Zhi openly introduced herself as a veterinarian. She tentatively asked, “You don’t dislike it, do you?”

“I have no discrimination against any profession.” Ye Sangyu wasn’t very spirited and didn’t talk much; Su Zhi did most of the talking. When asked about her relationship with Xiang Feiwan, she maintained her lazy tone: “What relationship could I have with her? Just superior and subordinate.”

Su Zhi, sensing the mood, didn’t ask further and steered the conversation back to pet companionship. Su Zhi excitedly mentioned that her Samoyed had recently given birth and offered to give her a puppy once they were a bit older.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep it alive.” Ye Sangyu was quite afraid of death. The puppy’s short life would end in her hands. “I’ll think about it.”

Su Zhi generously stated that she would be responsible for the follow-up shots, vaccines, checkups, and even bathing for any dog she gave away.

“That’s very nice of you,” Ye Sangyu smiled faintly. Su Zhi nodded and echoed, “I think I’m pretty great, too. You should cherish me.”

“The way you talk, it’s like you’re proposing to be my girlfriend.” Although Ye Sangyu was easily flustered and blushed around Xiang Feiwan, in her life up to now, she only blushed for her. With others, she was very composed and could easily joke around.

Unexpectedly, Su Zhi seriously contemplated for a few seconds and then said thoughtfully, “If it were you, I don’t think it would be impossible.” Then, she covered her chest and shook her head: “Darn it, I actually want to fall at your feet!”

Ye Sangyu tugged at her trousers: “Then you’ve bowed to the wrong person; I’m not wearing a ‘pomegranate skirt’.”

They both burst out laughing at this.

The meal was relatively pleasant.

Su Zhi offered to drive her home: “Taking a taxi costs money, and I’m free.”

“I don’t like owing people favors.” Ye Sangyu walked towards the counter. Su Zhi also insisted on paying. The waiter looked puzzled: “Your table has already been paid for.”

Ye Sangyu asked for details. The waiter described a person who was tall, beautiful, and very fair-skinned, and then mentioned a key detail: “There is a mole on her throat.”

Xiang Feiwan had paid the bill and even given a few hundred yuan in change. Ye Sangyu held the money in her hand: “What time was the bill paid?”

“Shortly after the food was served.” The waiter pointed to the window seat: “She sat in the corner after paying and just left.”

Su Zhi clicked her tongue and shook her head: “She was following you. Are you two really not involved?”

Ye Sangyu didn’t say anything, put the money in her pocket, and walked out, only to see the fiery red Ferrari. The window rolled down, revealing an exquisite profile.

“Isn’t that CEO Xiang?” Su Zhi nudged her, “Should you give her the money back?”

Ye Sangyu pulled her gaze away and walked forward. Su Zhi followed beside her: “She’s watching you. Her eyes look like they’ve stabbed me a thousand times.”

Su Zhi offered to drive her again, but she declined, hailed a cab, and before getting in, she coldly looked back at Xiang Feiwan’s Ferrari, her warning obvious.

The taxi drove away, and the Ferrari did not follow. Su Zhi walked up to the car, tilted her head, and deliberately smiled: “CEO Xiang, aren’t you going to follow her?”

Xiang Feiwan stared at her indifferently, showing no intention of speaking.

Su Zhi turned to leave, but she heard a whoosh. She turned back, and the windshield wipers rapidly swept, spraying water droplets onto her as the wind blew.

Just as she was about to lash out, Xiang Feiwan said coolly, “Stay away from me next time. You can contact me for compensation if needed.”

The Ferrari roared and drove off, leaving Su Zhi clenching her fists in anger.

The taxi stopped, and snow began to fall from the overcast sky.

Ye Sangyu looked up, and the snowflakes melted, each one slightly cool.

The snow fell in pieces, like crushed clouds.

She walked quite a distance before looking back. No one was following her; there was only a row of her shallow footprints.

The next day, Jingzhou City was covered in silver.

Ye Sangyu took a taxi to the company. Traffic jam almost made her late. She ran all the way and saw Wu Huai’en coming out of her office.

“You’re finally here. CEO Xiang has been waiting for you inside for a long time.” Wu Huai’en quickly pushed the door open and said, “CEO Xiang, Sangyu is here.”

When Ye Sangyu entered, Xiang Feiwan was sitting in her chair, picking at the little dog’s chin with her fingers, scratching it, just as she used to scratch her chin.

“What can I do for you, CEO Xiang?” Ye Sangyu poured a glass of water, took a sip, and placed it on the desk. Xiang Feiwan drank it all: “Pour me another one.”

“…”

Ye Sangyu watched her drink three glasses of water in a row and couldn’t resist: “Is there no water in your office, CEO Xiang?”

“It doesn’t taste as good as the water here,” she said with a straight face. Seeing Ye Sangyu’s taut little face, she stood up, picked up a red envelope from behind her, and handed it to her: “The start-of-work red envelope.”

“I must be very important, to have the big boss personally deliver it.” Ye Sangyu couldn’t tell if she was mocking herself or Xiang Feiwan. Xiang Feiwan opened her palm and smiled faintly: “There’s also a draw.”

“How can you draw with just one?” Ye Sangyu picked up the small card in her palm. “Does it need to be scratched? It looks like a scratch card.”

Xiang Feiwan handed her a coin: “Use this to scratch it.”

It was a silver 5-cent coin, an old version, the first small gift she had given to Xiang Feiwan. She had two of them and had kept them as tokens, assuming they would never see each other again.

Later, during a fight, Ye Sangyu had snatched the coin and thrown it into the flower bed of the old house.

Xiang Feiwan seemed to know what she was thinking and said helplessly, “To find it, I stepped on all of Grandpa’s flowers. He almost beat me to a pulp.”

Ye Sangyu felt a pang in her heart and focused on scratching the card. This was also one of her past pleasures.

When she was broke, she liked to buy lottery tickets, but she bought scratch cards more often because the odds of winning were higher, and it was more fun to scratch them.

Xiang Feiwan had once bought a box, and they scratched them for a long time. It was then that she realized that scratch cards ultimately cost money.

However, the prize scratched out on this card today, with only the words “Sports Car,” stunned her.

Xiang Feiwan leaned over to look, her hand naturally sweeping over her shoulder and resting on the desk, almost enveloping her in a low voice: “Keep going; there’s more.”

Ye Sangyu’s body stiffened. The second prize scratched out was a Villa. Her temple pulsed.

“There’s more.”

This was the first time she had seen the coated area for a prize so long.

When the third prize was scratched out, Ye Sangyu was utterly speechless. Only one thought filled her mind: How could Xiang Feiwan be so crazy?

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