NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 705 - 705: 705, even richer than her husband
Chapter 705: 705, even richer than her husband
She looked at Huo Jingshen and suddenly asked, “So, Aunt Yan is richer than you?”
Huo Jingshen raised an eyebrow and squinted back, “Do you think that’s possible?”
Su Wanwan: “…”
Isn’t it?
She could just casually give a stranger a necklace made of jadeite worth over ten million.
Even if she is rich, wouldn’t that be a bit overboard?
The only possibility is: Yan Shunhua has a lot of money! Very much! Even more than her husband!
…
After getting in the car, Su Wanwan could not resist and sent Yan Shunhua a message on WeChat.
[Aunt Yan, the gift you gave me is really too expensive, I really can’t accept it.]
Yan Shunhua responded quickly, [It’s just a small gift, don’t overthink it.]
Su Wanwan was speechless.
Indeed, she has a lot of money.
A jadeite bracelet worth over ten million is just a small gift.
And how could she not overthink?
Is it to build a good relationship with her?
For cooperation with the Huo family?
Or for… something else?
While she was lost in her thoughts, Yan Shunhua sent another message.
[Actually, I was planning to do a charity event today. I thought the bracelet was cute, and since you’re born in the year of the Pig, I thought I’d buy it for you.]
Su Wanwan asked, [How did you know I was born in the year of the Pig?]
Yan Shunhua, [You said you were twenty this year, I calculated it.]
Su Wanwan: “…”
Indeed, she revealed that she was twenty, but according to Nancheng’s custom of counting ages, she would actually be twenty-one this year since they add a year after each birthday.
Because her birthday hasn’t arrived yet, she’s used to reducing one year from her age.
So, just from that, she could guess that she was born in the year of the Pig?
Su Wanwan furrowed her brows, feeling that something was off.
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Meanwhile, at the Su family villa.
Su Yuntang had an engagement tonight. Jiang Yi was packing in the bedroom. Entertainment news was playing on the TV.
Ever since Su Yanyan went to study in South Korea, Jiang Yi would spend a few days every month in South Korea.
After packing the clothes, she went to the coffee table to open the medicine box, took out some common medicines and put them in the storage bag.
When she looked up inadvertently, Jiang Yi felt her head explode, she was dumbstruck.
The storage bag in her hand fell to the ground and the bottle of medicine rolled out, hitting her heart like a hammer.
Her pupils dilated slowly, and her face gradually turned pale.
She fixed her gaze on the woman on the TV, unable to believe what she was watching.
Ya Jin?
Is it Ya Jin?
Didn’t she die in childbirth twenty years ago?
So why is she appearing on TV now?
The woman was dressed in a black evening gown. She was tall, white-skinned, with a beautiful, radiant face, and her eyes sparkled.
Slowly walking down the red carpet under the colorful chandeliers, her slight smile was incredibly mesmerizing.
The host’s voice came through the TV, “Miss Yan, could you tell us about your forthcoming cooperation?”
Yan Shunhua replied with a smile, “As for the intention to cooperate, I believe the guests on the scene are very clear, right?”
At this moment, the camera moved to Gu Huai’an’s face.
The audience erupted in applause.
Several large characters appeared at the bottom of the screen:
“Chinese American director Yan Shunhua’s donation supports charity, hints at strategic cooperation with the entertainment industry.”
Yan Shunhua?
Isn’t it Ya Jin?
Jiang Yi, feeling the pounding in her chest, picked up her phone, opened the web page, and typed “Yan Shunhua”.
Suddenly, footsteps came, Jiang Yi quickly put down her phone and turned off the TV.
With a bang, the door was pushed open and Su Yuntang, reeking of alcohol, walked in.
He was holding his suit jacket, his face flushed, he had obviously drunk too much.
“Yuntang, you’re back,” Jiang Yi hastily greeted, “Why did you drink so much?”
Su Yuntang just looked at the ground, “What happened?”
“Oh.” Jiang Yi quickly picked up the scattered medicine bottles from the floor, “I didn’t pay attention and dropped them.”
Su Yuntang didn’t think much of it, walked to the sofa, rubbed his temples, eyebrows furrowed, “What time is the flight tomorrow?”
However, Jiang Yi said, “None, I’m not going to South Korea.”
“Why aren’t you going again?”
Jiang Yi packed up the storage bag and tried to put on a cheerful explanation, “Yanyan is doing fine in South Korea. I just went last month, so I won’t go this month.”
Su Yuntang seemed somewhat relieved, “She’s not a child anymore, she should learn to live independently.”
“Yes.” Jiang Yi put his bag and outer coat in place, picked up her phone and said, “I’m going to the kitchen downstairs to make you some sobering tea.”
“Okay.”
…
Downstairs in the kitchen.
Standing at the stove, Jiang Yi stared blankly at the news page coming up on the phone screen.
Yan Shunhua.
Chinese-American female director.
This year, she is forty-two years old, the only female disciple of David, the father of Hollywood film, and Aidison. She is also the only female chairman of the internationally renowned American MARVER Film Company.
The most important thing is: married with a daughter.
Turning on Yan Shunhua’s close-up photo, Jiang Yi carefully observed her features.
Indeed, she looks a lot like Ya Jin when she was young, but there was no mole under her right eyelid.
And Ya Jin had a mole under her right eyelid, just like Su Wanwan’s mole.
After reading all this, Jiang Yi finally calmed down.
Thank God.
It’s not Ya Jin after all.
It should just be two people who look very similar.