Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

After completely separating from Shengyanzhou, Qingyue lived an ordinary life.

Every day I go between home and work.

She was in a relatively calm mood, waiting for the company's notice so that she could go on a business trip to the capital.

Half a month passed quickly. When I got home from work one day, I found my mother sitting on a chair wiping her tears.

Qingyue put down her bag and quickly asked what happened.

Qing's mother choked up and said, "Your father's leg is not well again. The doctor said he must be hospitalized for surgery as soon as possible, otherwise he will not be able to stand up in the future and will be completely useless."

Hearing this, Qingyue ran to the bedroom and saw her father lying on the bed.

"Dad, how do your legs feel?"

Qingyue walked over to check.

But Qing's father quickly wrapped himself in a blanket and waved his hand, saying, "I'm fine. Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. The doctor is deliberately trying to scare her so that we won't be fooled!"

Qingyue said nothing more.

She knew that her father said that on purpose because he was just afraid of spending money.

He is such a stubborn person that he refused to get down and walk a few steps, which shows that the situation is really bad.

"Then you should have a good rest."

Qingyue turned around and came out. Qing's mother grabbed her hand and said with tears in her eyes, "Xiaoyue, what should we do? The doctor said the surgery will cost more than one million yuan. Do we have to sell this house?"

This house was bought many years ago with the financial support of Grandpa Wen. It is the only asset of the Qing family and their only place to stay in this huge city.

Qingyue sighed: "Dad will never agree to sell the house."

"We can't just watch him become disabled."

Qing's mother was also in a dilemma, her face full of despair.

After comforting her mother, Qingyue returned to the room and took out her bank card.

Last time, Assistant Zhao gave her one million yuan. She used 600,000 yuan to pay off Qingsong’s debt, and there were 400,000 yuan left. How should she raise the money?

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the exquisite box in the drawer.

I opened the box and found the necklace given by Grandma Sheng.

I heard that this necklace is worth more than one million. If I sell it, I can solve my urgent problem.

only……

This was my grandmother’s gift to me, and she couldn’t bear to sell it.

During dinner, the atmosphere at home was very solemn.

Qingyue brought the food to the bedside, and Qing's father waved his hand: "I'm not hungry."

Qingyue knew that he had no appetite, so she turned around and went out, and saw her mother wiping her tears while eating.

After dinner, Qingyue washed the dishes, went back to the bedroom, and took out the necklace.

It seems there is no other way.

Noon the next day.

During her lunch break, she went to a jewelry store near her company.

“Hello, I want to sell this necklace.”

Qingyue handed the item to the clerk.

Suddenly, a female voice with gritted teeth came from behind: "Is it you?"

Qingyue turned around and saw that it was Cui Shanshan, who was glaring at her with resentment.

Ever since Cui Shanshan and Zhang Hao followed her last time and were taught a lesson by Zhao Duo and A Yao, they voluntarily resigned the next day and she has never seen Cui Shanshan again.

Cui Shanshan now looks a little haggard, holding a jewelry box that she had just taken out of her bag.

She hated Qingyue so much. Ever since she offended her, no one wanted her when she applied for a job in many companies. She seriously suspected that she was being targeted by Shengshi Group.

After not getting paid for a month, she had no choice but to sell some jewelry to maintain her extravagant lifestyle.

She turned her eyes and saw the necklace in the clerk's hand, and immediately screamed: "No way, Qingyue, you are selling fake goods?"

When the clerk heard this, his expression immediately became strange.

Qingyue ignored Cui Shanshan and just said, "Please get tested."

The clerk took the necklace and called a professional inspector.

Cui Shanshan stood aside. She didn't dare to offend Qingyue directly, but Qingyue once admitted that the necklace was fake, so it was a relief to see her make a fool of herself.

After more than ten minutes, the clerk came over, put the necklace on the counter, and said seriously: "Miss, do you really want to sell this necklace?"

Cui Shanshan was excited. It must be fake, right?

Qingyue nodded: "Yeah."

The clerk took a deep breath and exclaimed, "This is a limited edition. It uses the purest main diamond. There are only ten of these with special numbers in the world. You can't buy them with money alone. Most of them have been bought by old money families and European aristocrats."

Qingyue was a little confused: "What does this mean?"

The clerk laughed and said, "The value of this necklace is far greater than its actual price. Are you sure you want to sell it?"

"Wait a minute, what do you mean?"

Cui Shanshan ran over, her face full of anger, "This is obviously fake, what's the limited edition? Is your appraiser professional?"

The clerk's face changed: "Miss, our two appraisers all think so, they are definitely not wrong."

Cui Shanshan was completely stunned.

Oh my god, that necklace is not only real, but also a limited edition worldwide.

Qingyue didn't care about their quarrel. She just kept staring at the necklace in her hand, feeling indescribably depressed.

"Miss, we are willing to offer this necklace..."

The clerk said as he took the necklace from Qingyue.

"and many more!"

Qingyue suddenly spoke, slowly clenched her fist, and shook her head, "Sorry, I won't sell this necklace."

She put the necklace away and turned to leave.

Just then a tall man walked in.

"Xiaoyue?"

Wen Ze showed a surprised expression when he saw Qingyue.

"Brother Wen Ze."

Qingyue looked at the person who came in astonishment.

The clerk walked out from the counter, caught up with Qingyue, and persuaded her: "Miss, please think about it again. We can buy the necklace at a high price."

“No, I don’t want to sell it.”

Qingyue shook her head again, and seeing her firm attitude, the clerk had to give up.

Wen Ze looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Are you having financial difficulties?"

Qingyue lowered her head and said nothing.

Wen Ze was about to ask for clarification when another clerk came over enthusiastically: "Mr. Wen, your ring is ready. Do you want to pick it up now?"

"Ah."

Wen Ze nodded.

Soon, the clerk brought a pair of rings and opened them for Wen Ze to check.

They were a pair of wedding rings, very elegant and beautiful.

Qingyue asked, "Is it the engagement ring with Miss Meng?"

"Yes."

Wen Ze didn't look at her, his expression was a little complicated.

Qingyue smiled and said, "Congratulations. Grandpa Wen must be very happy."

"Indeed, he has been pushing hard."

Wen Ze sighed softly and turned to look at her, "How did you get here? I'll take you there."

As working hours were tight, Qingyue did not refuse.

Seeing Qingyue and a gentle and handsome guy getting into a car, and it was a luxury car, Cui Shanshan felt like she was struck by lightning.

How can a woman with a scar on her face have such a high-quality man around her?

She was just getting angry when the clerk came over and said coldly, "Miss, are you here to sell jewelry again?"

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'again'? Are you looking down on me? Who said I want to sell jewelry?"

Cui Shanshan got angry for no apparent reason.

The main reason is that the ring in her hand is only worth 20,000 yuan, which is incomparable to Qingyue's necklace. She can't afford it at all.

The clerk was speechless: "So do you want to buy jewelry?"

Cui Shanshan was suddenly embarrassed. Where would she get the money to buy jewelry?

Seeing that she was speechless, the clerk rolled his eyes and said, “If you have nothing to do, don’t interfere with our work here.”

Cui Shanshan's face turned red with embarrassment and she walked away.