Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

The ancient ginkgo tree, which is more than 600 years old, is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Even the typhoon did not shake the main trunk, only some ginkgo leaves fell to the ground, forming a thick layer.

Apart from a yellow-robed monk sweeping fallen leaves not far away, there were only two tourists, Sheng Yang and Xiang Ran.

This makes this corner of the scenic area seem more ancient and vicissitudes of life, with a profound artistic conception.

Both Kangxi and Qianlong visited Huishan Temple when they went to the south of the Yangtze River.

Qianlong even left a poem in praise of this ancient tree, which was later engraved on a stele pavilion.

Xiang Ran seemed to be reading the doggerel left by the "Ten Perfect Old Man" on the stele, but in fact he was absent-minded.

She just took the opportunity to reply to Aunt Zeng's WeChat message - agreeing to meet Miss Su tomorrow.

Xiang Ran raised her head slightly, her eyes falling on Sheng Yang's chin.

His jaw was shaved, smooth and sexy.

Going up, the corners of his mouth are also beautiful, uninhibited and affectionate.

Going up further, you'll meet his gaze.

He was also looking down at her.

The evening wind blew loudly, stirring the yellow fallen leaves into pieces of dancing, warm gold.

Sheng Yang's gaze was cold and distant when he looked into the distance, but when he looked at her, it seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness.

Xiang Ran couldn't help biting her lip.

She wanted to wake herself up; there was no benefit in indulging in illusions.

It's like the fallen leaves are blown up by the wind, and they seem to be shaped like butterflies in the air, but when the wind stops, they are still fallen leaves.

Yachts and luxury goods are ultimately not her thing.

Fortunately, she did not waste her time in this mission.

If the handover can be completed smoothly, it doesn’t matter whether it will be exposed in the future and discovered by Sheng Yang.

She has already run away and will never appear again.

She took the money and wanted to live the rest of her life well. At worst... if she had the energy left, she could do more good things.

Thinking of this, Xiang Ran clasped his hands together in front of the ginkgo tree.

Sacred tree, please accept my obeisance to Xiang Ran.

"Since you're so sincere, why not write a wishing plaque and hang it on the tree? The leaves will be filled with incense, so maybe it'll work. Don't you girls all believe in that?" Sheng Yang said, pointing to a row of shelves on the side branches of the main trunk. "Look, the scenic area protected it with shelves and plastic covers before the typhoon hit, so you don't have to worry about it being blown away by the wind."

Xiang Ran asked: "Don't you believe this?"

"To be honest, since I was nine years old, I have only believed in myself. Every year on the first day of the new year, I would occasionally go with my family to burn the first incense sticks, just to pray for wealth and be the first to do so..."

???

This man is so arrogant and conceited!

Forget it, let me pray for your safety.

Xiang Ran curled her lips: "Then I'll write a wishing card. Do you want to call a staff member?"

Sheng Yang waved to the yellow-robed monk in the distance, and the monk stopped sweeping the broom and came over.

The monk looked middle-aged, but his movements were so fast that it seemed as if he had mastered the art of lightness training.

Xiang Ran clicked her tongue – no wonder the sweeping monks in novels all have such skills.

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The monk took out the key from his pocket, opened a small wooden cabinet on the shelf, and took out a thin wooden plaque: "Excuse me, benefactor, do you need a brush and ink to write?"

Xiang Ran waved her hand hurriedly: "No, do you have a pen or something?"

The monk took out a marker and handed it over: "Donor, please sit over there and write."

Xiang Ran sat on the stone bench and began to write at the stone table.

Sheng Yang was about to sit down when Xiang Ran chased him away: "Don't read it. You can't read it while it's being written. If you don't believe me, ask the monks here."

"Okay, take your time writing. I won't read it. I'm going to go to the smoking area far away and have a cigarette."

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Xiang Ran urged him.

-

As soon as Sheng Yang left, Xiang Ran quickly finished writing. She held the wishing card in her hand and walked over to ask the yellow-robed monk, "Master, how do I hang this? If I hang it too high, will it easily blow away in the future?"

The monk smiled and said, "Actually, we clean out a batch of wishing cards every once in a while, but the abbot has instructed that the wishing cards hung by the guests who came this afternoon will not be cleaned out, so please rest assured."

Xiang Ran: "I just saw some red paper in the cabinet. Can I tear some off and put it on my wishing card?"

"Did the donor not want other tourists to see the wish he made?"

"Yes."

"That's easy. I'll cut some red paper for you and glue it together."

It didn't take long for the clever Xiang Ran to finish making her wishing card.

She looked warily towards where Sheng Yang was standing. He had finished smoking but seemed to be on the phone.

When hanging the wishing board, Xiang Ran was too nervous and wanted to choose an inconspicuous location. As a result, it fell down before it was hung up and got stuck in the gap of the customized acrylic plastic protective frame in the typhoon foreground area.

Sheng Yang hung up the phone, walked over, saw this scene, and smiled: "Don't worry, the scenic area staff will remove the shelf later, and the typhoon season is over. We can just put it up again when the time comes."

The monk was also perceptive and said immediately, "I'll go and tell someone to come and get it. I'll make sure it's brought out intact."

"Then we'll go first. Master, please help me hang it up later!" Xiang Ran said to the monk.

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Monks don't tell lies, don't worry."

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After leaving the temple, Xiang Ran looked relaxed all the way.

She hugged Sheng Yang's arm and said, "This is my first time writing a wish card."

"Don't you believe in these things? Haven't you written about them before?" Sheng Yang asked.

"I believe in these things, but I don't believe I can pray for happiness myself. From childhood to adulthood, everything I do has to be done with great difficulty, and I only get a small reward. But I can pray for others."

"So, you're not asking for it for yourself?"

"Well, I think others are more fortunate, so he deserves the wishing tree."

“Who is so lucky…”

Xiang Ran felt a little guilty when she thought about how Sheng Yang had been cheated on by Miss Su, had his head smashed again this year, and seemed to have developed feelings for a fake like her. "Well, that guy wasn't lucky either, but it's okay. He'll definitely be lucky in the future."

"Oh why?"

"Because he is a very energetic person. I believe that even if he encounters problems, he will be able to solve them in the end."

Sheng Yang shook his head: "If you really think so, you won't help others make wishes."

"Really?" Xiang Ran paused slightly, but had to admit that he was right. She was a little worried about him.

But so what?

At least the man in front of me has money.

He is also older than her.

I also have a lot of connections.

She should worry about herself.

After hearing what Xiang Ran said, Sheng Yang couldn't help but feel moved when he remembered that he had just sneaked a peek at the girl while she was concentrating on writing the wishing card while smoking.

It was hard for him not to suspect that the wish she had just made was related to him.

Seeing that she looked worried, Sheng Yang asked, "What happened this afternoon? It seemed like you were worried."

Xiang Ran had no choice but to make up a story after hearing what he said: "Do you and Fiona look very familiar? You even went skydiving together? It's all about the excitement?"

"Ha, so you're really jealous?"

"What? I can't eat?"

Sheng Yang could see that she wasn't really jealous, and it was obvious that her worries were not about this.

But he still felt he could explain it—now that she had mentioned it.

"There's no way Fiona and I can have anything going on, so why are you jealous? You probably know who Fiona's mother is. She's a daughter of a distinguished family... and you've also seen what kind of person my mother is. So, I'm not right for Fiona, and Fiona isn't right for me."

Xiang Ran asked curiously, "Well, has Fiona ever confessed her love to you?"