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    Chapter 128 Song Ji’an did indeed meet with Song Ningqiu before coming to the South Sea.

    Chapter 128 Song Ji’an did indeed meet with Song Ningqiu before coming to the South Sea.

    Snatching Grandma Zhao’s remains was easier than they had imagined.

    Xu Lijing led a team of lawyers to forcefully block several relatives of Grandma Zhao, while Song Ji’an led Xiao Zhou and Xiao Wang to break down the door and directly take away Grandma Zhao’s remains.

    This was the most direct method they had considered after much deliberation. Before this, they were always the ones being entangled. As long as they wanted to reason or take Grandma Zhao’s remains away, the other party would throw a tantrum and have people forcibly block their team outside the door, or directly call the police on the grounds that they were obstructing family affairs.

    This time, they were fully prepared. Xu Lijing’s ability to handle the aftermath was first-rate. Even if Grandma Zhao’s relatives used the same trick again, they would have plenty of ways to deal with it. Every item in the legal documents they brought gave their actions legitimacy, and even calling the police would absolutely not be a problem.

    The narrow, damp stairwell was noisy. Song Ji’an and Xiao Wang carried Grandma Zhao’s remains steadily downwards.

    In the biting cold wind, beads of sweat fell from their foreheads. It wasn’t until they successfully loaded the other party’s remains into the car that Xiao Wang breathed a deep sigh of relief.

    Song Ji’an stood by the car. The sound of police sirens came from behind. She looked back and saw the familiar license plate of a police car. Liu Qing walked out of it in a hurry. In just five years, she seemed to have passed her most high-spirited time. The days of hard work had caused countless silver strands to grow in her hair. She only slightly nodded to Song Ji’an when she saw her, signaling her to leave quickly, and then led the police officers on duty into the residential building.

    Song Ji’an sent a message to Xu Lijing, with a hint of teasing.

    ——Xu Lawyer, we’re leaving, be sure to complete the mission perfectly.

    Soon, her phone screen flashed. It was actually a message from Xu Lijing that she had squeezed out time to send.

    ——I said it would be a piece of cake, and it was a piece of cake. There’s nothing I can’t solve when I take action. Offer a bouquet of flowers to Grandma Zhao for me. The other party almost had a physical conflict with us, so I guess I have to go to the Police Station. I won’t be able to make it to the memorial service. I have to get them detained for a few days.

    Song Ji’an sat in the car looking at this message, and Xu Lijing’s smug face already appeared in her mind.

    She couldn’t help but smile.

    The wind outside the window became exceptionally gentle at some point, carrying a bit of moist water vapor as it brushed past their temples, as if it were Grandma Zhao’s final caress and gratitude.

    She was so grateful that a last bit of comfort had appeared in the final moments of her life.

    The car with the painted artwork drove all the way into the hall. Song Ji’an looked up at the sky and suddenly asked Xiao Zhou, who was next to her, “Are you nervous today?”

    “Nervous,” Xiao Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s the first time I’ve done something like this, but more than nervous, I feel refreshed now.”

    She said with a smile, “Before I went, I was worried about whether we could succeed, but I didn’t expect it to be so simple. The way they looked when they came to stop us at that time made me want to punch them in the face.”

    “Don’t worry, they won’t get a penny,” Song Ji’an said slowly, “Since the contract has passed through Xu Lijing’s hands, there will definitely not be any loopholes left for them to profit from.”

    “That’s even better,” Xiao Zhou said, and then gave Song Ji’an a strange look, “You look like you’re in a good mood too.”

    “Yes, I’m in a particularly good mood.” Song Ji’an nodded in acknowledgement.

    It wasn’t just because of what they had done, but also because she hadn’t felt such a sense of freedom in her heart for many years.

    She didn’t feel wrong.

    That warmth in her heart was spreading to every part of her body.

    She was already feeling a sense of accomplishment for completing something, just like when she was young and had to pay double for her impulsiveness and passion, and then felt elated.

    So good.

    Even in winter, the temperature in the South Sea was still unreasonably high.

    While the north was wrapped in down jackets, the temperature here still exceeded twenty degrees Celsius every day. Short sleeves and ordinary sunscreen jackets were enough for people to go out comfortably.

    When Dong Zhen came out of her newly bought room, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, so bright that it was hard to open her eyes.

    Recently, she had been thinking about changing her environment to add some inspiration. Her output had decreased a lot in recent years. Although several collaborations had not yet been finalized, it was clear that she would be very busy for a period of time in the future. She was also taking advantage of this time to rest a little.

    Since arriving in the South Sea, she hadn’t left her house for a whole half month.

    But today’s appointment had to be kept.

    Although she had expected long ago that Song Ji’an would eventually return to their circle, she had never expected this day to come so soon, and even Song Ji’an had taken the initiative to contact her.

    The place where she lived was quite remote, mainly because of the pristine island environment. There was only one cold drink shop on the entire island, located by the beach.

    Probably because it was the off-season, there were basically no people on the island. When she arrived, Song Ji’an was the only one sitting at a table in the cold drink shop, which was very eye-catching.

    It wasn’t because of her clothes, nor was it because Song Ji’an’s face was so beautiful, but simply because of the energy that she hadn’t seen in a long time.

    Even if it was just a silhouette, she exuded a sense of leisure, as if she had let go of something.

    She was humming a little tune and flipping through a magazine. When Dong Zhen got closer, she realized that it was a local geography magazine.

    “Have you been waiting for me for a long time?” Dong Zhen sat down opposite her.

    Song Ji’an shook her head. After she closed the magazine, she said slowly, “Not long, only about ten minutes.”

    “I didn’t expect you to be able to find my location.” Dong Zhen skillfully circled two items on the menu, and then turned around and gently placed it on the bar. A hand with many scars stretched out from behind the bar and quickly pulled the menu in.

    “It’s impossible for me to find your location on my own, of course,” Song Ji’an smiled, “Ms. Fu helped a lot.”

    “Not just her, right?” Dong Zhen sized her up and said, “If you want to find me, Ms. Fu would definitely be happy to give you my address, but Ms. Fu would never tell you what you’re going to ask me next.”

    “Do you know what I want to ask?” Song Ji’an took a sip of coconut juice. The refreshing taste filled her mouth, making her unable to resist bending her eyes.

    Dong Zhen was indeed good at finding places. This place was leisurely and comfortable. The islanders’ pace of life was also very slow. Looking at the beautiful scenery outside and drinking a sip of coconut juice could make people feel a sense of enjoyment.

    Of course, that was assuming that the person who came really had the mind to enjoy it.

    At least in Dong Zhen’s opinion, Song Ji’an’s emotions at this moment could not be faked. She couldn’t help but flicker her eyes slightly, guessing what had happened to Song Ji’an since they separated in Norway, allowing her to change from being lifeless to being so lighthearted now.

    “You want to ask about Sheng Jia, right?” Dong Zhen pointed to the magazine next to Song Ji’an. The towering snow mountain was too conspicuous. “Kilimanjaro, Sheng Jia, Meng Yeran, and the Opter sisters went there together. You probably know what they’re going to do, so you’re here now probably to invite me to go with you. But I really want to know why you’re suddenly so interested in this.”

    “You’re right,” Song Ji’an replied, “The main purpose of my visit this time is indeed to invite you to go with me. Ms. Fu said that you’ve been staying in the country for too long. The Fu family’s project is being carried out in Africa, but you think the conditions there are difficult and you’re not willing to go.”

    “Did she really say that about me?” Dong Zhen paused slightly, and then said with some amusement, “But the conditions there are really difficult. Sheng Jia has been gone for half a month, and I think she’s almost peeling from sunburn. Is there a problem with me wanting to delay going for a few days? You want to invite me to go with you, did you make some kind of deal with her?”

    “Just a few hearty meals,” Song Ji’an said with a smile, “She said that if I call you over this time, she’ll treat me to dinner next time.”

    “She sold me for just a few meals?” Dong Zhen leaned back, and a trace of helplessness rose on her jade-like face, “What if you didn’t get me to move?”

    “If I didn’t get you to move, I would have left on my own,” Song Ji’an said, “I’m just passing by your place. The plane ticket is for tomorrow, do you want to go?”

    Dong Zhen pursed her lips and pondered for a moment before nodding, “Of course I’m still going. I have to go sooner or later. Ms. Fu looks like she’s asking you to invite me, but she’s actually urging me. Do you think I can refuse her request? There should be something interesting to see this time, right?”

    “Are you talking about the interesting things between Sheng Jia and me?” Song Ji’an pointed out directly, “Maybe not, but you might be able to see the interesting things between Meng Yeran and the Opter sisters.”

    Dong Zhen looked at her deeply, and only said meaningfully, “That’s not necessarily the case.”

    Song Ji’an snorted and laughed, biting her straw and saying vaguely, “That’s why it’s tiring to be friends with you, there are deep meanings in every word, it’s too taxing on the brain.”

    “Aren’t you the same?” Dong Zhen looked at her with a smile, “Since you were little, you’ve always been the one with the most active brain.”

    Perhaps when she saw Song Ji’an again half a year ago, this vigilance and subconscious defensiveness towards Song Ji’an had weakened somewhat with her own decadence.

    But the Song Ji’an at this moment was too much like the Song Ji’an she used to be familiar with.

    Vibrant and confident.

    It always made people want to play riddles with her and test her state.

    Just like a long time ago, Dong Zhen couldn’t help but do this every time she saw Song Ji’an.

    Song Ji’an must have seen more than just Fu Minglang.

    Because if Song Ji’an asked about internal matters of the Song family, Fu Minglang would definitely not tell her directly.

    Fu Minglang was always thinking about pushing Song Ji’an and Song Ningqiu together, and she would definitely not let go of this opportunity when Song Ji’an was willing to actively reach out and approach them again.

    So, who was the other person Song Ji’an saw before coming here was obvious.

    But neither of them mentioned this matter. Song Ji’an finished drinking the coconut water and took out a boat ticket to leave the island from her backpack and placed it on the table, “Tomorrow at 2 PM, see you at the airport.”

    After saying that, she got up and walked outside.

    It wasn’t until she walked out of the cold drink shop that Song Ji’an felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She took it out and looked at the sender, and pursed her lips.

    She was very familiar with the number and the text message, so familiar that she couldn’t be more familiar.

    But when this string of numbers appeared on her phone, it still made her feel a bit of unfamiliarity that hadn’t been properly connected.

    ——Ji’an, have you arrived in the South Sea?

    The message from Song Ningqiu and the usual concern appeared on her phone again after five years.

    As if nothing had changed, Song Ningqiu was still the mother who was like a towering tree to her.

    This was Song Ningqiu’s selfishness, and also Song Ningqiu’s carefulness.

    Song Ji’an did indeed meet with Song Ningqiu before coming to the South Sea.

    Just as Song Ningqiu had hoped day and night, she was finally willing to return to this mother who was in a dilemma.

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