Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

The alley, which seemed very long when they came in, suddenly became very short. Before Yan Ci could figure out how to say goodbye to his brother, they both walked out of the alley one after another and stood on the side of the street.

Hua Cishu distanced himself from Yan Ci and said, "It's safe here. You should go home soon and be careful when you go out next time. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying this, he turned and left without waiting for Yan Ci's answer.

The silvery figure blended into the passers-by and disappeared in a moment.

Yan Ci stood there blankly for a long time, whispering goodbye to Hua Ci Shu who had already left: "Brother, goodbye."

The word "brother" was spoken slowly and heavily, and Yan Ci felt a suffocating pain in his heart.

Goodbye, I hope to see you again, but I don’t know when we can see each other again.

Thinking of the person who was following him, Yan Ci's original anger towards Xie Chengyin turned into gratitude after the Hua Ci Tree appeared.

And now, she was going to meet the man who made her grateful and ask him why he allowed someone to follow her.

Xie Chengyin sat on a chair in Room No. Feng, turning a fine wolf-hair brush between his fingers.

Because he liked being in high places, he chose the Feng room on the highest floor of Songyaji as his exclusive room in Songyaji. In addition to handling some internal affairs of Songyaji in it, he would occasionally take a rest on the small bed placed in the inner room.

He was a little bored, so he stood up, walked to the window, opened it and looked at the scenery on the street.

Several hours had passed since he sent the letter to Yan Ci, but there was still no sign of Yan Ci.

She won't really not come, will she?

Xie Chengyin tapped his fingers on the windowsill, wondering whether he should go find her. After all, if he wanted to convince someone to join his camp, he had to be sincere.

Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang three times at his cottage when he wanted to conquer him.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, Qicun walked in from the door, "Sir, Miss Yan is here."

Xie Chengyin was delighted and said, "Please invite her in."

Qi Cun went downstairs, led Yan Ci to Room No. 1 Fengzi, and then closed the door and stood guard outside.

Yan Ci came to Songyaji three times. Each time he went to a higher floor and saw more things.

Moreover, this time, the decoration inside Songyaji has changed greatly, and it is many times more gorgeous than before.

Looking at Xie Chengyin sitting at the table and pouring tea elegantly, Yan Ci was dazed for a moment.

Is this still the unruly Xie Xiaohou?

Xie Chengyin was wearing a pure indigo blue robe with wide sleeves, with patterns embroidered only around the neck and cuffs. It was simple yet luxurious.

The slender hands held the teapot, and the joints seemed more distinct because of the slight force. She looked at the teacup seriously with her lowered eyebrows, and when the cup was full, she gently pushed it to the opposite side.

After Yan Ci entered the room, he did not take any further action. He just stood quietly at the door and watched. Thinking back to the few times he had met Xie Chengyin in this life, he found that he was completely different from what was rumored.

Xie Chengyin, with his head down, was actually paying attention to the door, waiting for the tea to be poured. The ice in it was almost melted, but the person at the door showed no intention of coming in and sitting down.

He raised his head and gave a gentle smile to Yan Ci who was standing at the door. He took off his cynical disguise. Today, Xie Chengyin looked like a handsome young man.

"Won't you come in and sit down?"

Yan Ci's tense expression was a little cracked. Why did Xie Chengyin smile so maliciously?

She lowered her head in a panic and pretended to tidy up her clothes, avoiding the eye contact that made her uncomfortable, then walked in and sat down opposite Xie Chengyin where the cup of tea was placed.

As soon as he sat down, the rich aroma of tea from the teacup on the table in front of him penetrated into Yan Ci's nose along with the rising cold air. The refreshing fragrance made Yan Ci squint his eyes in enjoyment.

Yan Ci picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. The coolness of the tea went down his throat, and most of the summer heat that he had been feeling along the way instantly dissipated.

At this time, Yan Ci said, "What do you want to see me about?"

Xie Chengyin refilled Yan Ci's teacup and looked at him with burning eyes, "I want you to be mine."

Yan Ci's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief. Did she hear it wrong?

Seeing Yan Ci's horrified expression, Xie Chengyin quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, I mean to get you to join us."

Yan Ci was even more surprised. Only an organization could call it joining a gang. He didn't expect that Xie Chengyin was actually an organized person.

Then the person who followed her and wanted to arrest her today should be someone from this organization.

On the one hand, Xie Chengyin invited her to meet and have a chat, and on the other hand, he had someone follow her and attack her. This was a two-handed operation of intimidation and lobbying, using both soft and hard tactics.

She originally planned to refuse, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that this might be a good opportunity.

It has been more than half a year since she was reborn after her death. Apart from being trapped in the backyard of the Yan Mansion, she has not been able to do anything useful, let alone find out anything about the Prince Xiang's Mansion.

The power of one person is always limited. If you want to quickly get in touch with Prince Xiang's Mansion, relying on the power of an organization is an excellent choice.

If she could join the organization that Xie Chengyin mentioned, she would be able to use the organization to obtain more information, which would be beneficial to her secret investigation of Prince Xiang's Mansion.

But she didn't know what kind of organization it was.

Yan Ci looked at Xie Chengyin with a pair of sparkling eyes and asked, "What organization are you from?"

Xie Chengyin:? ?

Organization? What organization? Did he say anything about the organization?

Oh, he said joining the gang.

But the joining he mentioned was not what Yan Ci had in mind, but it was almost the same.

Xie Chengyin's handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, and then he said after a moment's hesitation: "If we must define it as an organization, then we can call it the Songyaji Management Organization."

"Songyaji... management organization?" What a weird organization.

"Yes, I want to recruit you to join Songyaji and make you the deputy manager. In addition to paying you a monthly salary, I will also give you a share of the income."

"That's all?" Yan Ci realized that he was overthinking. Just by listening to Xie Chengyin's two sentences, he had imagined a drama in his mind.

Yan Ci picked up the teacup and drank it again, calming his wandering mind. Only then did his thoughts begin to come back.

It turns out that Xie Chengyin wanted her to help manage Songyaji, but why did Xie Chengyin choose her?

Yan Ci looked at Xie Chengyin with inquiring eyes, and Xie Chengyin, who was sitting opposite him, also sat upright and looked back at Yan Ci.

Both of them were looking at each other, trying to see through the other's thoughts through subtle changes in expression.

But both of them acted very serious. Even though their hearts were in turmoil, they remained calm and composed on the surface.

If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would think it was the eye contact between lovers, full of concentration and affection.

Yan Ci didn't want to join in the management of this useless Song Ya Ji. Not only was it laborious and tiring, it would not help her in her search for clues about Prince Xiang's Mansion.

So after thinking for a while, he said, "I have no intention of joining Song Ya Ji. Besides, I am just a woman from the inner house and I know nothing about running a shop."