Chapter 1125 - 1122: Women Always Find Excuses for Men 6
Just like that mysterious male protagonist, who in the end, fell from several thousand meters high, and yet didn’t die.
It’s hard to say whether that’s a major BUG or truly the blessing of God.
But it’s simply because the protagonist is a male lead. If the lead died, the story couldn’t continue.
He suddenly thought: Could Yan Xixi also be alive?
The more he watched this video, the more flawed he found it, and the flaws were enormous. However, for the moment, he couldn’t figure out what exactly they were.
"Mr. Wang, actually we all know there are many flaws in this incident, loopholes everywhere... But, you also understand... It’s likely that your wife was innocently implicated, just unlucky... In time, perhaps the truth will come to light..."
Or perhaps, it could become an eternal mystery.
"Mr. Wang, do you need anything else?"
He shook his head: "Thank you."
"Although this transaction has concluded, if we ever have new leads, we will inform you promptly."
"Thank you."
He left by speedboat.
The sea breeze blew in, carrying a salty taste, and in his mind, that vague concept grew larger and larger. That video kept replaying in his mind, but for the moment, he really couldn’t pinpoint what the flaw was...
He simply played it again, not missing any detail.
Yet, until he felt dizzy and saw blurred, there was no clue... He had only one question in his heart: Why did Yan Xixi completely empty the bag? What was she searching for?
Could it be that when she called him, it was to speak about something in the bag?
In a blink, late autumn had arrived.
The business at the boutique had reached a stable phase; the daily tasks were routine.
After having afternoon coffee, feeling refreshed, Xu Xiaoya began reviewing the end-of-month financial status, next quarter’s event arrangements, and personnel training conditions.
Business was good, with all the essentials in place.
Yet, she always felt that something was missing.
Looking at the photo of the two on her desk, she sighed deeply: It turned out that one person would never come back again.
Zhou Xiaoxuan pushed the door open and sat down in front of her, utterly delighted: "Xu Xiaoya, guess what, that yellow-faced lady came to buy a bag again... Haha! She even specified she wanted the latest model, and there’s no way I’m giving it to her, even if she begged!"
After coming back from Boston, Xu Xiaoya kept her promise and really let Zhou Xiaoxuan buy into 1 million, earning a small share.
Zhou Xiaoxuan was not entirely in it for the money; as such, she had the right to work here, with something to do, and it wasn’t just eating away without making some income. She wasn’t as despondent as before.
She found more joy in working here; it meant she didn’t have to sell the latest bags to the woman her ex-husband married.
This city had only this biggest and most comprehensive boutique. If that woman didn’t buy here, she’d have a hard time finding good items. Moreover, for these years, the boutique had become the salon for high-society ladies in the city; if you didn’t receive distinguished treatment here, it proved you were nothing in the circle.
The greatest authority Zhou Xiaoxuan gained after investing was making that woman out of the loop—not selling even for money.
This small privilege filled her with a sense of accomplishment.
Her eyebrows danced with excitement: "Look, business has been great in the last two months... I estimate there will be an explosive sales peak around Christmas..."