Chapter 93 - 93: Ultimately, I couldn’t save a life!

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The banquet drew to a close.

People began to leave, one after another.

Song Zhizhi noticed that Xin He seemed to be preparing to leave as well.

To be precise, she had spent the entire night intentionally and unintentionally observing his every move.

It was only until this moment that she quickly approached him.

Ji Baijian was at that moment also entertaining some guests at his father’s side, given that he was reportedly due to join the company next Monday, his day had been far from leisurely.

“Uncle Xin,” called Song Zhizhi.

Xin He smiled and asked, “Zhizhi, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I’ve just joined the commercial management agency, and I’m in my probation period and need to draft a proposal. I was initially planning to reach out to Baijian’s father, but he’s been really busy tonight, and he’S usually unavailable too, so if you don’t mind, Uncle Xin, I would like to ask you some questions.”

“No problem, go ahead,” Xin He was especially friendly.

Consequently, Song Zhizhi started asking some professional business-related questions.

Xin He answered with great detail.

Unable to think of more ways to prevent the impending accident, Song Zhizhi could only resort to delaying time.

She hoped that missing the timing of the car accident could drastically change things.

After engaging Xin He in about an hour’s worth of conversation, most of the people in the great hall had left, and Ji Baijian completed his social responsibilities and approached.

“Uncle Xin,” Ji Baijian also greeted him with great respect. “Baijian, I heard from your father that you’re joining the company.”

“I can’t play around all the time.”

“You are all so ambitious.

“You flatter me, Uncle,” Ji Baijian responded humbly, then turned to Song Zhizhi and said, “It’s getting

“Oh no, I got carried away chatting with Uncle, delaying his return home, ” Song Zhizhi feigned surprise, “Let’s go together.”

Xin He nodded in agreement with a chuckle.

The group exited the banquet hall.

Song Zhizhi watched as Xin He’s sedan left.

Ji Baijian gave her a meaningful look, “You’re not worried about the Xin Family, are you?”

“No,” Song Zhizhi laughed, “I was wondering if saving a life is greater than building a seven-storey pagoda.”

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“It’s late, let’s head back,” Song Zhizhi laughed.

Ji Baijian didn’t press further.

Ji Baijian dropped Song Zhizhi off at her place first.

When Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang returned to the Song Family’s residence, it was already late.

The two of them went to their respective rooms.

Luo Xiaolang’s room was next to Song Zhizhi’s.

Song Zhizhi had just finished taking a shower when she heard a knock on her door.

Song Zhizhi opened the door.

Luo Xiaolang said, “I can’t find iodine and band-aids in the house.”

“Are you hurt?” As Song Zhizhi asked this, she walked out of her room to look in the living room.

“My foot got banged by high heels.” Luo Xiaolang responded, sighing, “Apparently it’s different from stilt walking. ”

Song Zhizhi felt both amused and sympathetic.

She got the first-aid kit from home, brought Luo Xiaolang back to her room, glanced at the bloody imprint on her heel, and scolded her somewhat reproachfully, “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” “It doesn’t hurt that much.”

No way.

Song Zhizhi knew what it felt like to get banged by high heels!

She sat by Luo Xiaolang’s bed and helped her apply medicine.

Luo Xiaolang watched her.

When she left the martial art world, her master had told her that people outside were cunning and that everything was interest-oriented, so she must not casually trust anyone. Yet, at this moment, she felt that what her Master told her was not entirely correct.

She felt that Song Zhizhi treated her very well.

“What did Yin Qin want you at the banquet?” Song Zhizhi asked while carefully applying medicine on Luo Xiaolang.

“I don’t know.” Luo Xiaolang didn’t know why Yin Qin wanted to see her.

She felt different from ordinary people.

She felt different from the few people she had interacted with!

“He took me to a group of his friends, then went to find Ji Baixing, and then appeared to leave in anger.” Luo Xiaolang said, concluding, “Yin Qin and Ji Baixing are enemies.”

Song Zhizhi couldn’t help but laugh.

Poor innocent girl.

She said, “Not quite. Yin Qin really likes Ji Baixing, but Ji Baixing doesn’t like him. So, to find a presence in front of Ji Baixing, he would intentionally say things that make people think he doesn’t like Ji Baixing. It’s all just childish.”

Luo Xiaolang looked rather perplexed.

“There you go.” Song Zhizhi didn’t say much, she finished applying the medicine and the bandage on Luo Xiaolang, “Go to bed early.”

“Okay.”

After Song Zhizhi left, she laid down on the bed.

In her previous life, she couldn’t remember if Yin Qin had married Ji Baixing. Nor could she remember who the two of them or anyone else had married to.

In her previous life, she was too indifferent to these matters.

The following day.

As it was a weekend, Song Zhizhi slept until she woke up naturally.

After getting up and washing, she went downstairs.

Downstairs, Song Shan and Nie Wenzhi were discussing something.

After the incident with Nie Xiaofei, Nie Wenzhi took some time to recover from sorrow, but their relationship with Song Shan has now improved.

“Zhizhi, you’re up,” Nie Wenzhi called her affectionately, “I had a servant prepare your breakfast. I’ll go call them.”

“No need, I can handle it myself.” Song Zhizhi knew that Nie Wenzhi’s kindness was deliberate.

Nie Wenzhi also knew that Song Zhizhi wouldn’t easily trust her.

But despite the insincerity, they still lived together.

“Zhizhi, I need to visit the Xin Family later. Would you like to come with me?” Song Shan asked.

“What happened?” Sitting on the couch waiting for the servant to serve breakfast, Song Zhizhi asked.

“Oh dear,” Song Shan sighed, “Xin He had a car accident last night. Despite hospitalization, he couldn’t be saved, and his death was announced early this morning. What a shame! ”

Song Zhizhi stared at her father in astonishment.

So…she was unable to prevent it.

Her heart inexplicably echoed with tremors, as if a life had slipped away from the palm of her hand.

“Zhizhi?”

“Hmm,” she recovered her sense, “Alright, I’ll accompany you.”

“I’ll wait for you to finish breakfast.”

Sitting at the dining table, Song Zhizhi thought for a moment then sent a message to Ji Baijian, “Uncle Xin has passed away.”

“The entire Jin City knows, very sudden, it’S quite a major news.”

She hadn’t had time to check the news yet. She sent another text, “Are you going?

“I’ll be going with my father later.”

“Me too. Going to eat breakfast first, then head over.”

“I’ve been wondering about what you meant by ‘saving a life’ last night.”

“So, you believe that I’ve been reborn,” Song Zhizhi didn’t feel like hiding anything from Ji Baijian.

“Then why didn’t you know about the puppet master in your family?”

“Isn’t that because I didn’t live long enough last time?” Song Zhizhi retorted grumpily. “True. In your favorite palace dramas, you usually die around the second episode.”

“Ji Baijian!” Song Zhizhi was annoyed. “I’ve got things to do, bye.”

Song Zhizhi put her phone aside.

How could Ji Baijian speak so bitterly?