Chapter 12 Stepfather’s Mistress
  down payment? ? ! !
  When the Jiang family buys villas, isn't it always done with a single wave of their hand?

Du Ziteng's heart skipped a beat.

He had always wanted to ask Jiang Yan a question, but he felt it was inappropriate.

Now seeing that she actually drove a second-hand pickup truck and hurriedly sold a large villa of several hundred square meters and replaced it with a penthouse that ordinary people would rarely buy, I couldn't suppress the doubts in my heart.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and spoke:

"Sister Yan, you are so anxious to sell the villa and even changed the car. Are you encountering any difficulties? Is there anything I can do to help? Although I can't compare with you in terms of financial resources, I have still been in the past few years. I have saved a little money, if you need it, just say it." Du Ziteng stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. Seeing Jiang Yan looking at him with a smile on her face, she couldn't help stumbling over her words:

"Yan, Sister Yan, what's wrong? I didn't mean anything when I said this. When my father had cancer, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Li organized the whole company to donate money to my family. They also helped pay a lot of medical expenses alone. Although My father passed away in the end, but I will never forget the Jiang family’s great kindness to our family.”

What he didn't say was that his agency actually benefited from Mother Jiang a lot.

After all, when Jiang's mother previously handled those properties, the business was all handled by his company, which could be regarded as the first pot of gold for him to quit his job and start his own business.

The way Jiang Yan looks now is not like those in TV dramas, where the assets of a wealthy daughter are frozen.

Seeing his serious and honest look, Jiang Yan said, "Du Ziteng, do you believe me?"

Without thinking, Du Ziteng nodded wildly like a chicken eating rice: "That's a must!"

"An expert told me that the apocalypse will come in three months, so I will only tell you, take advantage of these two months to stock up as much rice, flour, grain and oil as possible at home, and buy some regular medicines. That’s all I can tell you.”

In fact, Jiang Yan didn't think he would believe such words.

Before she was reborn, she had never heard of Mayan predictions about which year the end of the world would come.

In the blink of an eye, those days have passed ten or eight years ago.

Sure enough, Du Ziteng whispered "Ah" after hearing this, and looked at Jiang Yan with disbelief in his eyes, and even a hint of undetectable sympathy:
  Miss Jiang is a bit pitiful.

It must be Mr. Li's death that hit her so hard that she suffered from mental problems.

Hey, it is true that no matter whether you are poor or rich, every family has sutras that are difficult to recite!
  But he is a person who thinks very quickly. Although he sighed and lamented in his heart, he quickly resolved the somewhat embarrassing and serious topic:
  "Ah, Sister Yan, do you want to stock up again? To tell you the truth, I still have a lot of ibuprofen that I stocked up during mask time, and there is also a lot of salt that I stocked up before. My wife even teased me yesterday. , asked me when the salt-baked ibuprofen will be ready, hahaha.”

Du Ziteng deliberately avoided the topic of "the end of the world will come in three months."

Because in his opinion, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was gentle, it was indeed a bit ridiculous to talk about the end of the world, but he couldn't bear to add salt to Jiang Yan's wounds.

Listening to his cold joke, Jiang Yan did not laugh. Instead, she looked at him with a smile and said seriously:

"Old Du, this time, listen to me."

Some things are useless to talk about.

Seeing her extremely serious look, Du Ziteng stretched out his hand to scratch his head and said humbly: "Sister Yan, I listen to you. I will ask my wife to buy some when I get back. Anyway, I have to buy rice, flour, grain, oil and those regular medicines sooner or later."

Jiang Yan said "yes" and said nothing else.

Building A arrived soon.

The layout of the five houses in Repulse Bay is exactly like a pyramid, and the innermost building A is located just on the sharp corner of the pyramid.

At this moment, a moving company's truck was parked at the door of the unit, and workers in blue overalls were busy moving the leather sofa down.

Not far away, a beautiful young woman in black, holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her hand, was standing aside giving instructions.

The young woman's eyes were red, and she wore a mourning black veil on her right arm and the little boy's left arm respectively.

Jiang Yan glanced at the young woman's face subconsciously, and a surge of anger surged in her heart.

The beautiful young woman is Zhang Qiqi.

The mistress of Song Deming, the evil stepfather, has been hiding in the dark. If Song Deming hadn't taken her and her son to the mountainside villa after the apocalypse came in her last life, she would have been kept in the dark like her mother until her death.

However, in her previous life, Zhang Qiqi had been living in the villa that Song Deming rented for her.

I don’t know why, but now she has moved to this ordinary community.

This is really nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

When she thought of her mother who was buried in the sea with her body intact, and herself who had suffered miserable treatment in her previous life, Jiang Yan felt as if her heart was being eaten away by tens of thousands of ants.

She just wished she could go forward and kill this shameless evil woman.

But now, there is no such condition as killing Song Deming and Zhang Kai.

In a society governed by law, we need to be patient for a while.

She bit her back molars, pinched her fingers hard, and after taking a few deep breaths, she temporarily suppressed her inner impulse for revenge.

Since they were in the same building, there was no need for her to come to the door.

Just be patient, wait until the end of the world comes, and then slowly deal with her.

In addition, a strange thought came to her mind:

Could it be that because of her rebirth and Song Deming's death, Zhang Qiqi's life trajectory also changed?

The so-called wheel of fate was pushed.

If you think so, will the time of the natural disaster also be affected?

It seems that all my preparations must be completed as early as possible.

"Hey! Be careful, that sofa is made of imported calfskin, and there are tens of thousands of pieces of it! You can't afford to pay for it if it's damaged!!" As soon as Zhang Qiqi opened her mouth, her true character was revealed instantly.

Du Ziteng glanced at her, and while pressing the elevator, he defended the moving company and said, "I despise this kind of people the most. I don't know where the superiority comes from."

Jiang Yan looked solemn and said nothing.

Her hat and mask covered her face.

Zhang Qiqi couldn't recognize her.

Of course, she wasn't afraid of her recognizing him.

Zhang Qiqi quickly led the movers into the freight elevator.

Jiang Yan followed and took a look, and also took a look at the walking stairs.

After the natural disaster struck, the water and electricity were cut off, and the elevators were naturally useless, so everyone could only climb the stairs.

Although she was prepared to stay in the room until she could no longer survive, she still needed to think of a backup plan.

The walking stairs are right next to the freight elevator, and the light is a bit dim. There are some cigarette butts and garbage scattered in the corner, and there is a faint smell of urine.

Jiang Yan frowned and quickly turned back.

On the other side, the freight elevator slowly stopped on the seventh floor.

"Sister Yan, what's wrong?" Du Ziteng was stunned for a moment when he saw her suddenly going to the freight elevator.

(End of this chapter)

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