Chapter 220: You Still Have to Take Responsibility for My Reputation

Li Xuan slumped into her chair after hearing this.

How is that possible?

Those three properties were bought by Mother Si, and then given to Si Rong through an inheritance gift?

This is truly too unbelievable.

Li Xuan's mind was in a chaotic mess, and she couldn't quite sort things out.

Was it that Si Rong had been on guard against Shen Lan early on, or were these three properties truly bought by Mother Si to give to her own daughter?

Does this Mother Si have something wrong with her brain?

Clearly she has two sons, yet she actually gave the houses she bought to her daughter?

Right now, these few two-story storefronts are worth nearly ten million, right!

If it were her, she would definitely leave the houses to Shen Chi, and would not give them to Shen Yuan.

This subconscious thought made Li Xuan's chest suddenly tighten; she seemed, she seemed to have become the Mother Li she once hated the most.

Preferring sons over daughters?

After hearing about that gift agreement from seven years ago, Li Xuan left the courthouse in a panic.

The summer sun was brilliant, shining so brightly it made her dizzy.

The blow of having her hopes dashed once again made her feel exhausted just walking.

Li Xuan thought of Shen Lan once again, and remembered the instructions he gave her before he died.

He said to live well with their two children and not to fight with Si Rong anymore.

It's a pity she didn't listen to him later; if she had listened to Shen Lan, would everything not have turned out so badly?

She squatted under a tree, watching Si Rong walk out of the courthouse surrounded by her family.

She watched Si Rong get into the driver's seat of a car on the side of the road.

Then she drove away; Si Rong can even drive now?

Li Xuan's heart was torn and shredded by jealousy once again.

She had seen other women driving and felt nothing special, but only with Si Rong—she could not bear to see Si Rong happy, could not bear to see Si Rong living better than her!

For the rest of her life, she would strive for this!

As for the words of that short-lived ghost Shen Lan, she wouldn't listen to them!

The sedan was bought for her by her parents-in-law after Si Rong returned this time.

She hadn't been driving for long and was still in the adjustment phase.

But being able to drive herself was indeed much more convenient.

"Rongrong, speed up. Do you know what you look like when you drive?"

Si Rong knew.

"Like a snail," Ming Zi laughed until she couldn't close her mouth, "You driving is about the same speed as a bicycle on the side of the road. No, wait! He's faster than you! Look! He's passing you!"

Si Rong:...

Is there something wrong with being cautious?

It was already twenty minutes later when they returned to Junshuyuan.

Ming Zi drank some tea and sighed, "A five-minute journey, and you drove it like this. Won't you be late taking your son and daughter to school?"

Si Rong:...

She would.

But she would improve.

"Li Xuan's expression today was truly interesting!" Ming Zi finally changed the subject, "She must have been so angry she cried when she got back."

She loved watching it; she enjoyed it.

She hoped to see it often; it was good for her breast health.

"So many years have passed, and she still likes doing these kinds of underhanded things," Si Rong wasn't particularly worried about Li Xuan.

As long as an elephant doesn't think about being friends with an ant, then no matter how much the ant jumps around, it cannot hurt the elephant.

"She definitely didn't expect that when I bought this property back then, I had already considered this kind of situation. She deserves to be miserable! Someone like her, who feels she's losing out if she doesn't take advantage of others, will never be happy."

Ming Zi nodded.

"Right," Si Rong remembered, and she opened her computer, "I'll recommend a stock to you. Take all the spare cash you have on hand and buy it. Don't sell until I tell you to."

Ming Zi also played the stock market; she looked at it for a while, "Okay."

Si Rong raised an eyebrow, "You trust me that much?"

"Although you drive as slow as a turtle, you are still quite talented when it comes to investing. Fortunately, I listened to you before and bought quite a few houses. How much did you buy? I'll follow your lead."

Ming Zi said decisively.

"Four hundred thousand."

Si Rong held up four fingers for her.

"I'm in."

Ming Zi said without a shred of doubt, "At the very worst, you're still a lucky charm who once won six hundred thousand."

Si Rong:...

There was a sound of an engine in the courtyard. Si Rong looked out the window and saw Jiang Cheng had returned.

There was also a man in military uniform following behind him.

"We have guests. You sit for a moment; I'm going to go say hello."

Si Rong stood up, and she found the Longjing tea she had bought a while ago from the tea cabinet.

Ming Zi followed her as she stood up, "Isn't your guest..."

Then she saw someone she hadn't seen in a long time.

Xue Ming.

Ever since this man parted ways with her at a restaurant seven years ago, Ming Zi had rarely thought of him again.

It was fortunate that he didn't look old, which allowed Ming Zi to recognize him at a glance.

Back then, this guy's remark about wanting to marry her had made their reunion somewhat awkward.

"Hello."

Xue Ming didn't seem to feel awkward and was the first to extend his hand.

Ming Zi shook his hand perfunctorily, then greeted Si Rong and left.

Sigh!

That age of hers back then, so bold and uninhibited! Kissing whenever she felt like it.

Now that she was a Nainai, she had become much more ascetic and indifferent.

She wondered how Xue Ming had appeared in Huaiyang.

With such an unexpected meeting, the gray-white dress she was wearing was truly dowdy.

However, perhaps Xue Ming's poised and natural demeanor meant he had already forgotten her.

Forgotten the woman who had taken his innocence on the Haidao.

Thinking this, Ming Zi felt a sense of regret.

Her life, with its clear goals, seemed to have never involved truly falling in love with any man.

With Luo Sheng, it was for his money; Gu Qinghe was more like a man to pass the time with, dispensable, after all, she hadn't felt sad at all when she saw him get married later.

As for this Xue Ming, there had only been a shallow kiss between them.

Yet all these years, whenever she had dreams of that nature, the male lead was always him.

Ming Zi forbade herself from thinking about it anymore.

She was a Nainai now, and perhaps Xue Ming had also married and had children.

Huaiyang was neither big nor small; other than at Si Rong's house, it shouldn't be that easy to run into him.

The Jiang Family.

This summer, the old Mrs. Jiang was eighty-nine years old; she had become paralyzed last year.

In the half-year since she became paralyzed, the old Mrs. Jiang had aged significantly.

A few days ago, she had become unable to eat.

The hospital told them to take her home, and she passed away within half a day.

As the eldest grandson, Jiang Cheng had to perform the ritual of smashing the basin.

Although the old Mrs. Jiang hadn't built up much goodwill in her life due to her mean-spirited nature, Jiang Aiguo and Hu Qian were well-liked, so many people still came to the old Mrs. Jiang's funeral.

There was Jiang Aiguo's social circle, as well as the social circles of Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yu.

Ming Zi came as well.

Funerals always made one's heart feel heavy; although the old Mrs. Jiang hadn't left a good impression on Si Rong, she still felt a bit sad.

It was the kind of sadness one feels for a fellow human being.

One day, she too would be like the old Mrs. Jiang, lying there quietly as she departed.

Everyone would.

She recalled the past, the scene of the old lady playing around while hitting Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yu with her cane, as if it were only yesterday.

Yet that black coffin had separated her from everyone forever.

Ming Zi accompanied Si Rong quietly.

By the time the funeral ended, it was already afternoon; when Ming Zi was about to leave, she ran into Xue Ming in the courtyard.

After he saw Ming Zi, he walked toward her, "You have a car, give me a ride!"

Ming Zi nodded.

After he sat inside, the car cabin seemed a bit cramped, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

After Ming Zi started the car, she was thinking about what to say when she heard Xue Ming speak first.

"Ming Zi, I've thought about it for seven years and feel that you should still be responsible for my innocence; after all, you were the one who kissed me back then, right?"