DF Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Can you give me Sheng Jia’s contact information?

Chapter 92: Can you give me Sheng Jia’s contact information?

The next day, Cheng Fangyang pulled Song Ji’an back to the funeral home early in the morning and cleaned up the VIP room.

Although Song Ji’an’s reminder made the idea of investing in a funeral home sound unreliable, since the other party was coming, she decided to greet them with the utmost enthusiasm.

She didn’t want Song Ji’an to continue working part-time to support the funeral home; it was too tiring.

Actually, when it came to deep feelings, Song Ji’an and Teacher Fang’s relationship definitely wasn’t as deep as Cheng Fangyang’s with Teacher Fang, but she still stepped in.

When Cheng Fangyang first met Song Ji’an, she felt like she was a wandering soul.

She had no goals and just drifted through life. Even though she excelled in every subject, it felt like a long-established habit.

Although most college students don’t necessarily have specific plans in college and just want to enjoy their youth, Cheng Fangyang’s judgment wasn’t so simple. Song Ji’an didn’t care whether her grades were excellent, and she donated all the scholarships she received, never keeping any money for herself. She never participated in any school competitions or club recruitment. If Cheng Fangyang hadn’t seen Song Ji’an’s shockingly impressive resume at Teacher Fang’s, she would never have been able to connect the person in reality with the person on the resume.

The reason Cheng Fangyang became close to Song Ji’an was because during their junior year, Cheng Fangyang saw Song Ji’an drinking alone on the beach. She was tipsy, looking blankly at the sea. Cheng Fangyang was afraid something would happen to her and was about to poke her to see if she needed help. Even if they weren’t very close, she knew that Song Ji’an was Teacher Fang’s student, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t see her.

But Song Ji’an wasn’t actually drunk that night. She had a high tolerance for alcohol, but the alcohol went to her face, making her look drunk.

Afterward, Song Ji’an invited Cheng Fangyang to drink with her. At that time, Cheng Fangyang was also a bit confused about her future. She didn’t know if she should follow Teacher Fang back and forth between Jingjiang and here or find another way out. So, on a whim, she drank with her for half the night.

The result was that Song Ji’an became her emotional garbage can, and her understanding of Song Ji’an only increased by a point or two that night, while Song Ji’an’s understanding of her skyrocketed because she had no filter when she drank and said whatever she wanted.

That night, Song Ji’an was even more like a wandering soul than before, quietly listening to her without showing any emotion.

“Why are you drinking here today?” After Cheng Fangyang finished saying what she wanted to say, she finally remembered to ask this question.

But Song Ji’an just smiled, “Because I’m also confused about the future.”

“What do you have to be confused about?” Cheng Fangyang put her arm around her shoulder, puzzled, “Your resume is enough to scare people to death, and your offer acceptance rate is 100%. What do you have to be confused about?”

“Yeah, what do I have to be confused about?” Song Ji’an repeated her words, with a hint of self-deprecation, almost murmuring.

Cheng Fangyang didn’t hear her later words and passed out, leaning on Song Ji’an’s shoulder and sleeping all night until the dazzling sunset shone in her eyes, making her frown involuntarily.

Song Ji’an had obviously not slept all night. There were scarlet blood vessels in her eyes, and empty bottles were piled up at her feet. Even when she noticed Cheng Fangyang waking up, she remained motionless, staring at the rising sun.

Cheng Fangyang groggily straightened her stiff body from her shoulder and heard her extremely slow question: “Senior, do you think the embalming industry is difficult?”

Cheng Fangyang was slightly stunned, “It’s okay, it gets better once you get the hang of it. The main thing is to overcome psychological obstacles and the gossip of others.”

Song Ji’an: “Do you think I can join?”

Cheng Fangyang was shocked and woke up a bit, “Are you serious? You want to do this?”

“Yes,” Song Ji’an nodded, she finally raised her hand to block the dazzling orange light, “I want to try something I haven’t done before.”

“But working in the funeral industry is very tiring, and I’ll be blunt, with your education, choosing this industry will make people feel a bit…” She searched for a descriptive word in her chaotic brain, “a waste of talent.”

“People shouldn’t limit themselves,” Song Ji’an only said, “They should choose what they’re interested in, right?”

“Are you sure this is what you’re interested in?”

Song Ji’an didn’t answer her question immediately, but thought for a moment before saying, “To be honest, I listened to Teacher Fang’s lectures for a long time, and I’m not that interested. But now I really want to give myself a goal. I don’t want to be too idle.”

Or perhaps what she actually wanted to say was—she didn’t want to live aimlessly like this. That kind of life was meaningless, and she would completely waste away in such decadence.

It was better to find something to fill her life and keep herself busy.

So, she completely became Cheng Fangyang’s junior apprentice.

Now it was the third year.

Cheng Fangyang didn’t ask her if she had found a new goal, but she always felt that Song Ji’an’s state was not much different from what it was three years ago.

That wasn’t right. Song Ji’an’s natural compassion allowed her to always be able to empathize with the pain of the family members. Even if she didn’t say it, she needed to take a break after each embalming to detach herself from this emotion. It had only gotten slightly better in the past year as she saw more.

Actually, before Teacher Fang suddenly passed away, she had told Cheng Fangyang—she felt that Song Ji’an was not suitable for this industry. Her emotions were much richer than she showed, and empathy was sometimes a double-edged sword.

This was also one of the reasons why Cheng Fangyang was so eager to secure this investment. Whether Song Ji’an wanted to continue in this industry or not, she wanted to make the funeral home independent, so that it wouldn’t have to rob Peter to pay Paul, and so that Song Ji’an would have the freedom to choose.

Cheng Fangyang was a master at socializing and building relationships, but this was her first time seriously negotiating such a big deal.

She nervously waited for the other party’s call. Before ten o’clock, a strange call came, and the voice on the phone was even stranger, only politely saying that she would arrive soon.

Song Ji’an leaned on the sofa in the reception room, and she only glanced up casually when she vaguely heard a few voices coming from the receiver.

“The investor didn’t come, it’s her assistant,” Cheng Fangyang breathed a sigh of relief after putting down the phone, “She said she suddenly had an emergency and flew to Shanghai today, so she can only be temporarily replaced by her assistant.”

Without waiting too long, a smartly dressed woman arrived at the entrance of the funeral home. Cheng Fangyang took her in and took out the funeral home’s qualifications and the introduction she had prepared overnight.

Song Ji’an hadn’t said much since the other party entered the door. The contract signing procedure went unusually smoothly. The visitor even carefully read Cheng Fangyang’s information, asked a few related questions, and gave them an investment far beyond Cheng Fangyang’s imagination.

For this reason, she specially looked at the contract again and again before handing it to Song Ji’an to look at it several times, confirming that there were no traps on it before finally signing her name.

The woman shook hands with the two of them and left in a hurry after confirming that the investment had been reached.

Even after seeing the person off, Cheng Fangyang couldn’t believe that she had signed such a large amount of money. She seemed excited all the way back to the office.

“Ji’an, do you know what this represents?” She couldn’t help but hug her, her face glowing, “We don’t have to worry about how to repay last month’s debts next month, and we can seriously think about how to run it well. Teacher Fang will be very gratified in heaven.”

Song Ji’an, who was being hugged by her, restrainedly patted her shoulder, with only a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes on her face.

Cheng Fangyang didn’t notice the abnormality in her expression, waved her hand, and said with a smile, “We should take Wang and Zhou out for a big meal tonight.”

Song Ji’an declined, saying that she was a bit tired and wanted to rest tonight.

Cheng Fangyang was very considerate of her and postponed the dinner, “You really should go back and have a good rest. Now that we have a sudden sum of money, why don’t you go back and sleep for three or four days, how about that?”

Rarely, Song Ji’an didn’t reject her proposal and even took a whole week off.

At six o’clock, Song Ji’an finished her last embalming for the day. The family members outside had already been persuaded to leave by Zhou. She sat in the temporary rest room, wearily resting her face on her arm.

The clock on the wall ticked, Song Ji’an was silent for a long time, and finally took out her phone and added the WeChat account that Cheng Fangyang had given her.

In fact, when she told Cheng Fangyang about the potential investor yesterday, she had already pointed out the unusual nature of this matter. Therefore, Cheng Fangyang, who always said whatever she had to say to Song Ji’an, immediately shared the two WeChat accounts she had added with Song Ji’an, so that she could take a look as well.

Song Ji’an might not recognize one of the purely black profile pictures, but the other one was too familiar to her.

—Xu Lijing.

Since high school, Xu Lijing’s WeChat account had never changed. Song Ji’an could even recite the WeChat accounts of most of her friends at that time, and she hadn’t forgotten them even now.

The other side quickly passed the friend verification and sent a message.

[AAA Little Xu Legal Consultation]: Hello, do you need legal services?

Song Ji’an was silent for a moment before sending a message.

—Lijing, I’m Song Ji’an.

Almost instantly, a WeChat call came.

Song Ji’an didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t know how to face Xu Lijing now. At this moment, she only wanted to solve one thing.

—Can you give me Sheng Jia’s contact information?

Even if Song Ji’an hadn’t discovered that Xu Lijing and Sheng Jia had added Cheng Fangyang’s WeChat, as long as she saw today’s contract, it would be enough for her to know who the investor was.

That was an investment contract that was too consistent with Song’s internal format and writing style. For Song Ji’an, it was more familiar than Xu Lijing’s WeChat account.

Sheng Jia had no intention of hiding the fact that she was the investor.

Song Ji’an had already guessed yesterday that Sheng Jia might have discovered her when they went to Fajin Temple to pick up Cheng Fangyang, and then quickly found her trace and the funeral home’s recent situation through Wangfen Funeral Home, breaking the obstruction set by Song Ningqiu.

This also meant that Sheng Jia might have understood everything, and she was giving Song Ji’an a choice—she could choose to avoid it as in the past, pretending that she hadn’t seen through anything, and accept Sheng Jia’s helping hand with unknown motives; or choose to directly face Sheng Jia and make things clear.

She fully believed that this was a cautious test by Sheng Jia. As long as she showed that she didn’t want to contact Sheng Jia, Sheng Jia would disappear from her life as she had in the past five years.

But that was too cowardly a choice, both for Sheng Jia and for herself.

Song Ji’an didn’t intend to hide from her anymore; it was meaningless.

She didn’t plan to add Sheng Jia’s WeChat; she wanted to choose to talk to Sheng Jia directly.

—A conversation that should have happened five years ago, but was deliberately avoided by her with a farewell.