TISMML Chapter 68.2

Death from starvation and cold?

To be honest, achieving such a death these days is truly difficult.

If it were the original Nan Yu, when the Nan family goes bankrupt, even if she wants to humble herself and find a job, she will still be targeted by Fei Yunjin and eventually die in a stinking ditch in a dark alley.

But if it were Nan Yu now, would she want to die of starvation and cold?

Not to mention Nan Yu’s increasingly wealthy wallet, even if the Nan family truly goes bankrupt one day, there are still so many things that Nan Yu can do.

With this face of hers, she will never starve to death.

Besides, Nan Yu now has so many fans, so there is traffic…

“Do you think it’s because I’m so famous that it’s impossible for me to die for that reason, so that fate has simply given up on me?”

This reason seems to make some sense?

Taking Fei Yizhen’s plane crash as an example, fate may also use various coincidences to achieve this final result.

In other words, there’s still hope.

But the possibility of Nan Yu dying of starvation and cold was practically zero, not to mention Nan Yu’s investment in Mo Bai.

Li Yuanmo said that Mo Bai would go public early next year, and Nan Yu’s wealth would multiply several times over by then.

She wouldn’t start a business either. The only two investments she made were one for her brother and one because she knew Mo Bai would be profitable. Nan Yu would not invest in anything else unless something unexpected happened.

Money, if you can’t spend it all, is just waste paper.

And yet, even if Nan Yu does nothing, her assets steadily increase every day.

Just like quantitative change leads to qualitative change, with more and more money and more fame, if one still dies in this way after reaching this point, it can only mean the end of the world.

No, even if it is the end of the world, Nan Yu is confident that she will survive to the end.

“Congratulations.”

After listening to Nan Yu’s analysis, Fei Yizheng said this sincerely.

Perhaps Nan Yu couldn’t see it now, but only Fei Yizheng knew how turbulent his heart was at this moment.

Just like a person walking in the desert seeing an oasis, or like a death row inmate being spared at the last moment, no one can understand Fei Yizhen’s current mood.

The devil, who had waited for thousands of years and was finally released, must have regretted it when he was tricked back into the bottle again.

Even if he said that he didn’t care, who didn’t like freedom?

Just like Fei Yizheng, even if he could not escape death in the next moment, at least he was truly joyful at this moment.

Welcome death joyfully.

Face everything without regrets.

“Thank you.”

“Nan Yu.”

Nan Yu’s eyes curved into crescents as she accepted the thanks without hesitation.

“Fei Yizheng, there will be many more people who will escape their fate, including you.”

Fei Yizheng seemed to be infected by this emotion as well. He smiled a faint smile, like the breeze, the bright moon, and the flawless jade.

Nan Yu seemed to finally understand why ‘Nan Yu’ had fallen in love with Fei Yizheng at first sight. While the hero saving the damsel in distress certainly played a role, it was mostly just his beauty.

This kind of man, whose smile shone with a sense of abstinence, was indeed very attractive. However, Fei Yizheng’s previous appearance was so psychotic that Nan Yu couldn’t just look at his face.

Now…

“Remember to smile more in the future.” Nan Yu gave Fei Yizheng a thumbs-up.

“I like it.”

Fei Yizheng: …

For some reason, he felt like she was just trying to make a fool of him.

But the next second, he smiled again.

Even brighter than before.

“Okay.”

Nan Yu told Fei Yizheng about going to Sucheng on New Year’s Day, and he agreed. Then she didn’t stay long. It was already half past ten, and it would probably be eleven o’clock when she got home. Uncle Zhao would be worried soon.

Seeing Fei Yizheng seemed about to send her off, Nan Yu stopped him in time, saying, “If there is really a situation that I can’t handle, it will be useless for you to be around.”

Fei Yizheng didn’t know how many times he had been speechless in just half an hour. Thinking of Nan Yu’s fighting ability, he could only say ‘virtuously’: “Let me know when you get home.”

This was probably a man’s final struggle.

 

 

 

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