Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law-Chapter 2043 - 2061: Second Master Meng

Really, he’s clearly spending money on enjoying himself, but he’s sneaky about it like he’s keeping a mistress.

At this moment, Ji Yuanjie was pacing anxiously on the expensive imported carpet, clutching a letter with the words "Shen Zi’an" written on it, now crumpled tightly in his hand.

Every now and then, he’d notice the paper was wrinkled and would quickly try to smooth it out, complaining in his heart that Zi’an was really stingy, couldn’t he use a better quality paper to write to him? Blah blah blah... An entire afternoon passed in a haze of chaotic thoughts.

As the sky darkened, not a sound was heard, and Ji Yuanjie’s anxiety grew. If it weren’t for the paper in his hand, he’d think he was dreaming!

It’s Zi’an! 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

It must be Shen Zian!

Besides her, who else could have the exact same handwriting and write the words "Shen Zi’an" to him?

This sentence must be a clue.

Ji Yuanjie poured himself a glass of Erguotou, downed it in one gulp, his face gradually reddening, and he plopped onto a chair, closed his eyes, his heart racing but his mind becoming clearer. He kept thinking, trying to make sense of this absurd situation.

First of all, Zi’an was already dead, and she’s been dead for ten years.

Back then, he personally went to the plane crash site, and it was indeed Zi’an.

There’s no way that’s wrong.

Secondly, the words "Shen Zi’an" were definitely written by Shen Zian.

That’s also not wrong.

So where exactly is the mistake?

How could someone who’s been dead for ten years have written him a letter?

Could it be a prank?

Ji Yuanjie suddenly opened his eyes, the whites streaked with bloodshot lines, giving him a somewhat fierce look that startled the young man with exquisite features who had come close to study him.

In fact, Ji Yuanjie was also startled by the sudden appearance of Meng Ping.

"Why are you here?"

"I was just about to ask you!" Meng Ping looked at Ji Yuanjie with a peculiar expression, "I mean you, why are you drinking Erguotou for no reason? What happened to all that foreign liquor I gave you? Did you feed it to pigs?" As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught sight of the letter in front of Ji Yuanjie, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Huh! This writing, I think I’ve seen it somewhere before."

Just about to put away the paper, Ji Yuanjie froze and urgently asked, "You’ve seen it? You really have? Where did you see it?"

Meng Ping thought for a moment and firmly said, "Shen Zi’an... It’s really familiar, I’m sure I’ve seen it, let me think about it..."

Ji Yuanjie stared at him anxiously.

Meng Ping stepped back disdainfully, fanning the air with his hand, "You smell like cheap alcohol, stay away from me."

"What’s ’cheap alcohol’, how does Erguotou offend you? It’s a national product, handed down from our ancestors. I’m telling you, your capitalist thinking is uncalled for."

Meng Ping almost burst into laughter at his words, gesturing at the lavishly decorated room with full sets of imported furniture, "And you talk about me being capitalist? Who gave you the courage."

"Alright, let’s not be the pot calling the kettle black, just hurry up and help me think about it."

Meng Ping and Ji Yuanjie, this pair of profiteers, have been criticized countless times as capitalists. One loves luxury and enjoyment, the other is a lavish playboy. Whether it’s the Ji Family or the Meng Family, they felt a headache just mentioning them both.

"I’m thinking about it now!" In fact, Meng Ping had already remembered where he’d seen it, but today he came to play spy for his little uncle. He didn’t want to end up being questioned about something and spilling the beans.