The platinum cufflinks were asymmetrically designed, one a mini golf ball, the other a golf club, quite lively and with good quality, of course not cheap, nearly a month’s salary for an ordinary office worker.
“But… even if you give your husband a straw as a gift, he’ll be very happy!” Zhang Yumei jokingly added.
Husband? Could it be… Shui Jing got married?
“Hehe!” Shui Jing had a face of pure, naive happiness.
Dong Yilin, a typical Leo, was burning with anger, narrowing her eyes and blocking Shui Jing’s line of sight with full force.
“Huh?” Shui Jing looked up, confused.
Anger blazing, Dong Yilin sharply questioned: “You got married?”
Shui Jing hesitated and nodded.
“Why? Why did you do this? Missing for over a year, silently going to get married? Are we still friends? How can you do this to Yi Peng?”
Yi Peng? A hint of uncertain panic made Shui Jing lose her smile, anxiously furrowing her brow.
Her silence made Dong Yilin even more furious, glaring at her fiercely.
Her head-to-toe branded clothing, bag, shoes, professionally styled hair, the dazzling A.P. jewelry watch on her wrist – Dong Yilin would bet her tiny apartment that this watch was worth several times more than her small house – all indicated Shui Jing’s current extraordinary status.
Dong Yilin coldly laughed, sarcastically saying: “Don’t tell me you’ve got ‘selective amnesia’, forgetting who Yi Peng is? Or have you now become a phoenix and look down on us ‘common people’?
At this point, despite Zhang Yumei’s opposition, Dong Yilin followed them home.
Sitting in the Guan family’s Mercedes with the driver waiting, Dong Yilin had already eagerly called the Jiang couple and Jiang Yipeng.
“Hello?” A gentle male voice sounded through the phone.
Dong Yilin took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, “Yipeng… it’s me…”
“Yilin? What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I… I met Shuijing,” she said bravely.
“Shuijing? Really?” Unbelievable joy made Jiang Yipeng’s voice high-pitched, “Shuijing is safe! Thank heavens! Is she okay? I’m coming right now, where are you?” A string of questions burst out like firecrackers.
“Yipeng! Listen to me, you must stay calm. Shuijing… she has experienced an ‘accident’…” Dong Yilin said.
“Ah? What happened to her? Is she injured?” His anxiety was evident.
