I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 147 Han Jingnian’s Office Door (1)_1

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Han Jingnian’s Office Door (1)_1

"Ai Jiang? What use is she?" The tone of the man’s words carried a hint of disdain.

"Her role is far from trivial. Don’t underestimate the jealousy of a woman; it’s a formidable weapon in this world. If used effectively, it can claim lives without us lifting a finger," said a person whose gender was unclear, their voice much steadier than the man’s. "And that Xia Wan’an, aside from decent looks, doesn’t seem to be special. I suspect the recent incidents were mere coincidences, likely Sheer luck that she happened to assist Han Jingnian. I’ve seen plenty of girls like her, pampered by wealth, pretentious and delicate, lacking brains, ability, and talent. The only thing going for them is a good background and some dirty money. Ai Jiang is more than enough to deal with them."

After hearing this, the man replied, "I see. I’ll send the video to Ai Jiang shortly."

"Remember, you need to conceal the phone number,"

In the KTV room, apart from the music, a brief silence ensued.

After a while, the man spoke again, "The video has been sent."

"Excellent, I expect we’ll be in for a treat tomorrow." The person cloaked in a baggy outfit exuded a tone of excitement before quickly remembering something and asking again: "What about Eileen? Is everything tidied up?"

"Everything is clean. Once she got abroad, she was killed by our men. Soon, the news will probably reach home. The job was very clean; no matter how much they investigate, they’ll eventually conclude that Eileen accidentally drowned after fleeing overseas."

"That’s good."

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Hmm."

...

After finishing her bath, Ai Jiang unwrapped her newly received body lotion and thoroughly applied it all over her body.

Just like the online reviews, this moisturizer had a rich scent. Just a dash was enough to fill the entire room.

Ai Jiang, after applying the lotion, spun in front of the mirror imagining the frequent glances she’d earn at tomorrow’s meeting. She couldn’t help but smirk, happily pulling on her pajamas and starting her skincare routine in front of the mirror.

She carefully observed the corners of her eyes and lips, noticing faint lines. She opened her drawer and pulled out the eye cream that Song Youman gave her for Valentine’s Day.

The eye lotion worked wonders, but it was fairly expensive... Each time she used it, she felt a twinge of heartache.

After applying the eye cream, Ai Jiang leaned closer to the mirror for another look. The skin around her eyes was noticeably brighter than before. She couldn’t help but think to herself, no wonder Xia Wan’an and Song Youman, who were her age, looked much more youthful and dewy. Their faces were bought with money, but that’s okay. One day, she too would use the best eye cream, live in the best neighborhood, and carry the best Hermès.

Cleaned up and ready for bed, Ai Jiang had just put on her eye mask when she heard a ding from her phone on the bedside table. An "unknown number" had sent her a video message.

She casually clicked on it and was greeted with a scene she knew all too well.

It was the place she saw most at work - the door to Han Jingnian’s office.