Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 341: Is Ayi Really Dead?

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Is Ayi Really Dead?

Wan Jiang glanced at them and said, "I need to make a phone call to consult with Young Master Zhong on how to witness this."

He definitely didn’t want to bear Young Master Zhong’s wrath!

If Miss Qiao ended up losing, should they go back on their word or fulfill the betting agreement? And should they leave any room for regrets?

Whether the witness was verbal or written, there were particular concerns!

Xiang Mingzhu’s beautiful face was full of smiles, "Assistant Wan is very thorough, no wonder you are the only one who follows beside Young Master Zhong. In this way, the betting agreement is also like being approved by Young Master Zhong, it is as if Young Master Zhong and Assistant Wan are jointly witnessing for us.

Wan Jiang gave her a glance, smiled without saying a word.

He thought to himself, this Miss Xiang really knows how to flatter herself. If she knew Young Master Zhong’s true intentions, she’d probably die of anger!

Wan Jiang stepped aside to dial Young Master Zhong’s number and reported everything that was happening without daring to hide the slightest detail.

It was ten minutes later when he approached the three women and said.

"Young Master Zhong has agreed for me to be the witness, but to be fair, we should still put this betting agreement in writing. That way, there won’t be any accusations of foul play later on!"

Huo Sijiao misunderstood his intention and scoffed, "My sister-in-law always keeps her promises. Is your Young Master Zhong so sure that Xiang Mingzhu will win? Or is he afraid that we won’t keep our word if we lose?"

Xiang Mingzhu also felt that Young Master Zhong was biased toward her, and it warmed her heart.

She spoke softly and tenderly, "Young Master Zhong is really considerate! Qiao Xi, you’re not scared, are you? If you want to back out, now’s the time."

After all, she was certain she would win!

Her talent might not compare to Lu Yingxue’s, but she had trained diligently. Qiao Xi, having grown up in the countryside, couldn’t have seen much. Even with Cheng Han’s meticulous guidance, she wouldn’t be able to surpass their Lu Family’s Thirteen Ghostly Needles!

Otherwise, twenty years ago, Cheng Han wouldn’t have been so devastated after losing to her uncle, Lu Bannong, only to retire in obscurity.

Qiao Xi looked at Wan Jiang and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Assistant Wan."

Her promise was black on white; she wouldn’t go back on her word.

She was more concerned that Xiang Mingzhu might renege on the deal if she lost; compared with a verbal agreement, she preferred it in writing.

With Young Master Zhong’s go-ahead, Wan Jiang had the staff prepare paper, pen, and inkpad on the spot. He didn’t bother with printing and personally wrote two testimonial documents for Xiang Mingzhu and Qiao Xi to sign and fingerprint.

Xiang Mingzhu signed her name and pressed her fingerprint right away.

She lifted her gaze towards Qiao Xi with a radiant smile, "Do you really want to bet against me?"

Huo Sijiao, disgruntled by her bragging, interjected, "Why all the nonsense! My sister-in-law always means what she says."

Qiao Xi softly said, "Whether I bet or not, your Lu’s needle techniques won’t spare me. Fortune favors the bold, and I look forward to hearing you admit publicly that the Thirteen Ghostly Needles are inferior to the Plum Blossom Nine Needles!"

She signed her name, her finger resting on it.

The handwriting was graceful yet carried traces of sharpness like gold hooks and silver strokes.

Wan Jiang thought it looked familiar, much like Young Master Zhong’s handwriting, except it had an added elegance.

Each party held a copy.

After resolving the matter, Wan Jiang said, "Ladies, my task is done, I’ll take my leave first."

"Wait, Wan Jiang!"

Xiang Mingzhu took out an exquisitely wrapped gift box from her bag and handed it to Wan Jiang, "This is a gift for Young Master Zhong. I didn’t get the chance to give it to him just now, please pass it on to him for me."

"Certainly, Miss Xiang."

Wan Jiang casually accepted it. Judging by the brand logo and size of the box, it seemed to be Patek Philippe’s latest men’s watch, worth hundreds of thousands. For the Zhong Family, it wasn’t considered anything precious.

Xiang Mingzhu smiled as she watched him leave.

Huo Sijiao, seeing her smug expression, sneered, "This man doesn’t seem to care much about you! He left halfway through the meal and you’re still gifting him. Xiang Mingzhu, even you have your days!"

Xiang Mingzhu glanced at her, "They say ’willows of Haicheng, bells of the Imperial Capital’. But how can Haicheng compare to the prosperity and nobility of the Imperial Capital? If Young Master Zhong takes a fancy to me, it would be far more amazing than being the champion of an acupuncture contest. Huo Sijiao, you really are a pampered frog in a well!"

"Tomorrow, the initial drawing of lots for the acupuncture contest. Qiao Xi, don’t you chicken out!"

After she finished speaking, she walked away with her chin up.

She looked rather imposing.

Huo Sijiao lowered her eyes and scoffed coldly, "People always need to rely on themselves. Depending on a mountain, the mountain will collapse; depending on people, they will run away. Those who rely on men have pig brains!"

Qiao Xi patted her shoulder and said, "Jiaojiao, the dishes are all served; let’s eat."

"Sister-in-law, can you still eat? Xiang Mingzhu is very calculating. She will not let this go easily! What if she sabotages the needle competition?"

Qiao Xi spoke softly, "Don’t worry so much, when the time comes, we’ll deal with it as it happens."

Huo Sijiao pouted, "Alright, but should we tell Brother about today’s incident?"

"Not for now."

Qiao Xi’s tone was very calm.

She frowned slightly; what concerned her most today wasn’t Xiang Mingzhu, but that Young Master Zhong.

His surname was Zhong.

He bore such a resemblance to Ayi, yet he didn’t recognize her.

The issue was, Ayi was truly dead. The world had witnessed the bizarre coincidences in her and Xu Xingluo’s backgrounds. So, why couldn’t there be a resemblance between Ayi and Young Master Zhong?

Qiao Xi felt as if there was a weight pressing on her heart, making her meal tasteless and bland.

She still absentmindedly drank a cup of iced beverage.

After they finished eating, Huo Sijiao left early by taxi.

Old Chen drove Qiao Xi back home.

As soon as she entered, she saw a large bunch of eucalyptus flowers in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. In her memory, the boy would also pick a large bouquet of flowers and place them in the ceramic vase in front of her window. They would slowly wilt and dry up in the sun and then be replaced with fresh ones.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

Aunt Qian came out from cleaning the house and saw her spacing out. She asked, "Young Madam, did you have fun on your outing today?"

Qiao Xi came back to reality and nodded, "I’ll go rest in my room for a bit."

"Alright."

Qiao Xi walked up the stairs. She returned to the master bedroom, lay down wearily on the bed, and recalled the Young Master Zhong she had seen that day.

He really looked alike!

Qiao Xi immediately took out her cell phone, scrolled through her contacts, found Cheng Han’s number, and dialed it, only to be greeted by a busy signal.

Still no answer!

Ayi used to live in Grandpa Cheng’s house; he was the one who knew Ayi best.

Qiao Xi’s expression grew serious. She had not been able to contact Grandpa Cheng for a long time and was a bit worried. However, remembering that there were times like this before, she tried to restrain herself and decided to wait a little longer!

She found Aunt Chunhua’s number from Moon Village and called her.

This time, it was quickly answered.

Aunt Chunhua had a loud voice, but hearing the familiar sound made Qiao Xi feel much more at ease.

"Miss Qiao, why are you calling me? Do you miss your Auntie? I clean your family’s yard often, so you’re welcome to stay any time you come back."

"Thank you, Aunt Chunhua."

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and said, "I have something I want to ask you."

"Go ahead."

Qiao Xi closed her eyes and slowly spoke, "Did Ayi really die that year?"

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