Chapter 894

The car drove into the garage of the villa. Jie Ling got out of the car and took out a lot of fresh vegetables and meat that he had just purchased from the trunk. When he returned home, he put on an apron and went straight into the kitchen to start cooking.

The boss had not returned yet, but Jie Ling would not make do with his life. Every day, he would make exquisite dishes for himself, make the best cocktails for himself, iron the suit he wanted to wear, and even carefully choose his pajamas. He wanted to live an exquisite life, so exquisite that it was as if the boss was still by his side.

In the half a month since he returned from Sichuan, Jie Ling had been living like this. He did not think about the development of the situation, nor did he care about the disturbance outside. He did not even care about the fact that he had inherited Fu Su's "legacy" and was now at the peak of the intermediate level.

This was not the life he wanted. Living alone was too boring and boring.

He felt like a walking corpse. He had no soul and was completely empty. His brain, his body, and even his breathing had lost all meaning.

Even..,

It was better if Fu Su was still in his body. He did not need to think, breathe, or do anything. He could look at his life as an outsider.

This was a kind of pretentious and also a kind of disease. It was quite like those rotten petty bourgeoisie who liked to put on airs on social media and forcefully talk about their worries.

People would always have some fantasies about this world, and most importantly, about themselves. But this time, Jie Ling didn't have the slightest fantasy. He didn't think that his choice was wrong, but correspondingly, this correct choice didn't make him very happy.

Fu Su died. Before he died, he left him an inheritance. Old Fugui had the last laugh. The moment he appeared, all the previous troubles and deception seemed to have lost all meaning.

In his time alone, he did not need to deal with the original person's request for coffee and steak. Jie Ling could have more time to be alone, to think, and to recall.

However, it seemed that once people thought too much, it was easy for problems to arise.

But now, it seemed that other than thinking blindly, there was nothing else he could do.

Jie Ling had made an appointment with a psychiatrist yesterday. The doctor was very famous in the industry. When Jie Ling told him about his mood and recent feelings..,

The other party pondered for a moment,

He asked:

"Sir, have you recently fallen out of love?"

This made Jie Ling speechless for a moment.

Fallen out of love?

Really?

Jie Ling asked himself repeatedly.

Exquisite Western food was ready. Jie Rong carefully placed the dishes on the plates and opened a bottle of 80-year-old Macallan. He did not like whiskey very much, and neither did his boss. However, for some reason, the perfect spiciness and the taste of age made him feel more comfortable.

After the meal, he cleaned the table and the room.

Everything..,

Was in order.

During this period of time, it seemed that this was the first time Jie Ling had forgotten his identity as a listener for such a long time. He felt that he was just an ordinary person, a part of the masses.

He wanted to hypnotize himself so that he could forget his troubles, but he didn't do so. He was afraid that when he came back, he wouldn't see the best version of himself.

He lay on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, put on the blindfold, and prepared to sleep.

His sleep was more of a meditative state. Because his mental strength was high, even if he did not sleep for a month, it did not matter at all. However, this had also become a kind of pain for him.

When your level of life became higher and higher, even if you still treated yourself as an ordinary person and did not think about the so-called generation gap between God and mortals, in reality, you could not drown your sorrows in alcohol. You could not really sleep to kill time. You would not even feel cold or annoyed by the heat.

You did not have the distance of space, nor did you have the feeling of wasting time.

Are you really human?

You really can't get into it.

Just like that, he pretended to be asleep. When the alarm clock rang at half past six, Jie Ling opened his eyes. He thought that he should have slept, so let's just say that he had slept.

He got up and made breakfast for himself. Then, he went to the flower garden to trim the flowers and plants. He trimmed them as meticulously as possible because he did not want to waste all his time.

Then, he took the newspaper, poured a glass of ice water, and sat on the rattan chair on the balcony to read the newspaper.

He read the newspaper back and forth twice. It only took him three minutes. Jie Ling could even recite all the contents of the newspaper, including the advertisements in the middle.

He understood. In the past, the boss liked to lie here and read the newspaper. Actually, he was not really reading the newspaper. He just enjoyed the atmosphere of lying there leisurely, drinking his drink and smelling the ink.

He put down the newspaper and closed his eyes. Facing the sunlight, his eyeballs could feel the warm redness.

This was a kind of decadence, a kind of exquisite decadence, and also a kind of decadence with style.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Jie Ling got up. He looked a little dazed. Then, he walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside was that familiar figure. He was wearing a well-ironed suit, reflective leather shoes, and a meticulous hairstyle.

"What's wrong?"

Boss Liang asked.

Jie Ling smiled slightly. "You're back."

"Yes, the radio let me come back. I also know about the matter. Old Richie shocked the world with a single feat. It's quite interesting."

Boss Liang walked into the living room and sat down in his favorite seat. Then, he coughed dryly. This meant that he needed a cocktail that had just been mixed to moisten his throat.

Jie Ling went to mix the drink and asked at the same time,

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Steak."

"Okay."

It was a simple exchange. Just like before, the two of them had similar living styles and did not need too many words. It was all based on tacit understanding.

The cocktail was sent up, and Jie Ling went to the kitchen to fry the steak.

The piano song "Moonlight" was playing in the room. It was quiet and beautiful.

Soon, Jie Ling brought the steak over.

Boss Liang very elegantly picked up the knife and fork and slowly chewed. Jie Ling knew that his boss had been "pretending" to be very elegant in life. This might have stemmed from the lack of confidence in the depths of his heart.

"I'm done." Boss Liang picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. "It tastes very good."

This sentence of "tastes very good" was to let him eat with a clear conscience and not close the door. Jie Ling had long been used to the boss's routine.

After cleaning up the plate, the boss lay back in his old seat and changed into the pajamas that Jie Ling had ironed last night. He was elegant like the aristocrat in Downton Abbey. All he lacked was the authentic British accent.

Jie Ling brought a glass of ice water to the boss. The boss nodded and smiled. The two of them had a tacit understanding. It was as if they had returned to their previous life. Everything that happened in between seemed to have never happened.

Jie Ling felt that the so-called peaceful time was nothing more than this.

The boss read the newspaper, and Jie Ling sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the television. Usually, at this time, he would help the boss manage the public account to obtain some news. Of course, with the start of the program to destroy the radio listeners, this matter became meaningless. When he could not even protect himself, who would be at ease as a civil servant?

The company's documents were not here. Jie Ling had not been to the company for a long time, so what he could do now was watch the television.

His eyes stared at the television for a while, and then glanced at the boss who was reading the newspaper on the balcony. Jie Ling picked up the orange on the coffee table, peeled it, and ate a piece. It was a little sour, but there was sweetness in the sourness.

This kind of peace and tranquility lasted until the evening. The boss returned to the living room and walked into the bedroom. He said that there was no need to make dinner. He did not have an appetite and wanted to have a good rest.

Jie Ling nodded, indicating that he heard it. Then, he went to warm a glass of milk and sent it over.

The boss was already lying in bed. He was reading a book under the bedside lamp. The boss had always believed that reading for a while before going to bed would help him sleep later.

Even though Jie Ling knew that the boss had been reading this book for two years.

That night, Jie Ling slept very well and peacefully. He even looked forward to tomorrow, thinking about what breakfast he could make tomorrow.

The night passed uneventfully. In the morning, the alarm clock rang again at six o'clock. Jie Ling got up, washed up, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Then, he began to set up the dining table.

The boss was also ready to get up. He sat at the dining table, waiting for the day to begin.

The cooperation between the two of them was very skilled.

At that moment, a man with slightly disheveled hair and a dirty suit walked into the vicinity of the villa. Yes, it was not his fault that his current image was very bad. After being roasted in the desert for almost a month, even a big boss could not withstand such torment. He might not die, but he definitely could not maintain his original elegant demeanor.

Fortunately, the broadcast had released him. Boss Liang did not call or ask anyone in advance. He did not dare to ask about the outcome because he could feel that the plan to destroy the audience had ended. However, he could not be sure of the final outcome of Jie Ling's report.

He blocked all information. Moreover, with his identity and strength, it seemed like no one in this world would be able to discover him if he wanted to walk quietly and alone.

He was afraid of a cruel ending. Although he had shed all pretenses of cordiality and rescued Jie Hun in front of Su Yuhang, he didn't know what the final outcome would be. The little detective and his gang were definitely not good or soft-hearted people, especially Fu Su. It was still unknown whether a fellow who bore the grudge of his country and family would be able to fulfill his promise.

Boss Liang silently walked upstairs and gently pushed the door open.

He stood at the door.

Then, he saw Jie Ling sitting at the dining table with breakfast.

There was another breakfast in front of Jie Ling. It was as if he had a premonition that he would return today.

Boss Liang smiled.

Was this telepathy?

He really missed his assistant's skills.

"Boss, it's Thai breakfast today. Are you not used to it?" Jie Ling asked the empty table in front of him. "Alright, I'll change back to Hong Kong style tomorrow."

From the beginning to the end, Jie Ling did not seem to notice that the door had been opened and that there was a person standing at the door.

Seeing this scene,

Boss Liang, who was standing by the door, cried again.