I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 211 - 208: He Said, "Liu Siyuan Told Me Everything

Chapter 211: Chapter 208: He Said, "Liu Siyuan Told Me Everything

The contented Pan Zhoucong gave Du Shouqiang a look: Get on with it! These strawberries are so big, juicy, and vibrant; they must taste delicious, likely much better than that fire torch fruit from last time.

Du Shouqiang glared at him: Please don’t compare vertically; I want to compare horizontally. Look at Uncle Mute, look at you, then look at me. It’s confirmed, Mr. Jiang doesn’t like me.

Jiang Mingyue had no idea Du Shouqiang had so much going on internally; seeing he hadn’t accepted it, she asked, "You don’t want it?"

Just as she was about to pull it back, Du Shouqiang jolted and quickly took it.

Are you kidding? He wanted it, why wouldn’t he? Mr. Jiang’s stuff is so delicious!

After receiving the gift, the three also took out the gifts they had prepared in advance.

With just a few people here, sometimes Mr. Jiang would give first, sometimes they would. It didn’t matter, but preparing gifts for each other, although spontaneous, had become a habit.

Like a father away from home, always thinking of his children when he sees something interesting.

Da Qiang gave a basket of rice-scented crabs, they were huge, and Jiang Mingyue really liked them.

Pan Zhoucong gave a piece of hundred-year-old ginseng, Jiang Mingyue declined at first but eventually accepted it; it’s the thought that counts.

Uncle Mute gave her a basket of snacks and a box of books.

Books, Jiang Mingyue looked at the few on top, and suddenly stood up straight.

These are all unique editions, and below?

The few she picked up, coincidentally, were rare editions that Yan Jinzhi had been looking for—a couple from ancient times, one from Qin, one from Wei and Jin, and one she couldn’t recall. Yan Jinzhi had once told her that these were written by proficient talents akin to the Ministry of Industry of the court, that many ideas were of progenitor level, and later generations used them as blueprints for innovation, although some had not been passed down and some were incomplete.

In short, Yan Jinzhi especially cherished them.

Such precious items...

Jiang Mingyue had a pang of conscience.

The gift she gave Uncle Mute felt too shabby.

Even though the fruits she picked were top-notch, so fresh they couldn’t be bought outside.

But compared to these unique editions.

They couldn’t even compare to the dust on these books.

Even though the books were tidily kept and dust-free.

So, under the watchful gaze of two others.

Jiang Mingyue added a jar of plum wine.

A jar of grape wine.

A bottle of strawberry jam.

A roasted pine needle chicken that made Du Shouqiang drool.

A spicy rabbit.

Yes, for Uncle Mute to enjoy with drinks.

Thinking about what else was good recently.

Oh, also the century eggs she made on a whim some time ago.

Jiang Mingyue took out twenty and carefully told Uncle Mute how to eat them.

This time, Uncle Mute was grinning from ear to ear.

Pan Zhoucong was so jealous he was petrified.

Du Shouqiang was as aggrieved as a child.

Why? Why? Why?

Oh heavens, have pity on the child!

Unaware of all this, Jiang Mingyue...

She certainly wouldn’t have thought that men could also be so competitive and jealous, and so intensely.

Leaving number 59, Jiang Mingyue returned to her courtyard, packed everything into her space, and stored the eight large boxes along with the account book into the warehouse.

Thanks to Pan Zhoucong’s meticulous handling, they used a loose-leaf format, so next time she receives it, she can just add to the back—very convenient.

Jiang Mingyue was sure it wasn’t Pan Zhoucong who thought of this; it must have been Uncle Mute or some of Pan Zhoucong’s skilled workers.

Jiang Mingyue looked forward to the evening transaction; after all, who doesn’t like warm cash.

But she was also concerned about dinner at home, not wanting them to come back after a tiring day and still have to cook.

Jiang Mingyue made a trip to Qingshan Village, where no one was home. Her spiritual power saw Xiao Ran working with the kids in the village at the drying yard.

Alright then! That’s good.

Jiang Mingyue went to the backyard vegetable garden and brought back some ingredients, washing and chopping coriander, adding chili oil, salt, and making a plate of cold tossed century eggs—a refreshing dish with rice in this weather.

Then she made some fennel chicken soup.

The rest she took out from her space.

Rice, crispy fried shredded potatoes, fried tofu with chives, spicy rabbit cubes, green pepper stir-fried meat in a jar, hand-torn pine needle roasted chicken.

All placed by the stove, she left a note saying she wouldn’t be back for dinner.

Returning again to Pear Blossom Lane No. 55, checking her watch, it was only four in the afternoon.

It’s been a while since she visited Jiang Kangsheng, so Jiang Mingyue decided to see him; old people need consolation.

After all, he had just had a falling out with his wife.

Her spiritual power scanned the back door, finding no one there, Jiang Mingyue quickly rode her bike out.

There was a shortcut from Pear Blossom Lane to the county committee, and this familiarity with Nanxi City’s map was thanks to the original owner who wandered around with Jiang Shuangyi, allowing her to get to know it well.

The doctor second brother seemed to resent the original owner, yet care sneaked in everywhere; she just didn’t notice.

Turning onto People’s Lane, she emerged by the Lan River.

But Jiang Mingyue’s luck wasn’t great today.

She bumped into acquaintances retrieving a body from the river.

Not liking this kind of commotion, she wanted to take a detour, only to find her way blocked by a crowd.

Damn!

Taking the shortcut was a delay.

She was just considering whether to return the way she came when a hand beckoned to her.

It was the old man, Gan Fengzhe, she had met just days ago; Helian An was the one retrieving the body from the river.

Instinct told her the old man was gesturing to her, but Jiang Mingyue planned to ignore it.

Then she saw the old man smile, remove his gloves for a subordinate, and approach her.

Judging by his demeanor, he held some official position.

The first meeting had been in front of the department store.

The whole affair with Wei Duoduo being poisoned mute.

Helian An and the old man had taken people away together. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She hadn’t given it much thought, naturally assuming he was like Helian An.

The only difference being one was new, while the other had stuck to the job for decades, waiting for retirement as an old hand in the field.

Tsk! She probably misunderstood deeply.

"Mr. Jiang, we meet again."

"Hello, Mr. Gan!"

"No need for such formality. Just think of me as your senior uncle."

Jiang Mingyue: "..." Are you serious? My senior uncle is forty-eight; you must be at least sixty-ish.

"Ahem... I’m forty-eight this year."

Jiang Mingyue: "..." You’re kidding, right? With that head of white hair... wait, how did he know what she was thinking, can he read minds?

Then... it happened again.

"I can’t read minds, but I can read micro-expressions."

Jiang Mingyue was speechless once more.

"Jiang Family’s Xiao Mingyue, may I have a word with you?"

He was just calling her Mr. Jiang, and now...

Are you all really so naturally familiar?

"Speak, what do you want to ask? Don’t ask me about murder and corpse dumping; I don’t even know who the deceased is."

Gan Fengzhe waved his hand, "No, actually, I wanted to mention last time, but you ran away too quickly."

Jiang Mingyue: "?"

"Our Southern Institute has a Special Ability User; his nose is as sharp as a military dog’s. Several times, with that super-sensory nose, he has found corpses and evidence undetectable to ordinary people.

There are two Special Ability Users at the provincial office as well. One’s speed is as fast as lightning; many criminals thought they had escaped only to be caught the very next moment.

The other has abilities in interrogation; no matter how tight-lipped one is, once he steps in, they quickly spill the truth, without error."

"So, what does this have to do with me?"

Gan Fengzhe wore an expression as if expecting her reaction all along.

"Girl, your business with Liu Siyuan, he’s already told me."

This time, Jiang Mingyue had trouble staying calm.