"Meng, Meng Xingmang?" Xia Chuyi rubbed her ears. She hadn’t heard wrong, had she?
"What’s wrong?" Meng Zhaodi, no, it should be Meng Xingmang now, looked at Xia Chuyi with some puzzlement and said, "Is there a problem with my name?"
Xia Chuyi shook her head and said, "No, there’s no problem, it’s quite good."
She scrutinized Meng Xingmang carefully, tracing the lines of her face and nodding inwardly.
There was no mistake, if one looked closely, Meng Xingmang’s features hadn’t changed much.
It was just the makeup and a difference in poise, compounded with the name "Meng Zhaodi," that initially prevented her from connecting the two identities.
No mistake, in her past life, she had known Meng Xingmang.
Back then, Meng Xingmang, as an outsider in a coastal city, had started with the modest business of sewing clothes and taking advantage of the manufacturing boom that followed had opened a garment factory, establishing a foothold in Guang City.
Unfortunately, later on, due to a partner’s betrayal and poor capital turnover, the factory went bankrupt.
Thus, she started over, opened a grocery store, which grew larger and larger and became quite influential in Guang City. However, soon after, she divorced her husband, and the supermarket was split in two, halving its developmental path.
Afterward, Meng Xingmang bided her time for a few years before making a comeback. With her foresight, she threw herself into the newly emerging e-commerce and quickly made a name in the online shopping business.
This time, she didn’t encounter betrayal or family dragging her down, but due to her own decision-making errors, the company eventually had to be sold.
Not long after, news of Meng Xingmang’s death came through.
It turned out that the previous decision-making errors were due to distractions caused by her illness.
Because of Meng Xingmang’s legendary experiences, after her death, the major media outlets wrote extensively about her—Xia Chuyi from Ling County, who was just as skeletal but strong before her death, felt considerably moved.
The lucky ones are all alike in their luck, while the unlucky each have their own misfortunes.
Xia Chuyi looked at the girl before her, still healthy, not emaciated, with sparkles in her eyes, and felt an indescribable sense of wistfulness.
"Meng Zhaodi... no, Meng Xingmang, I think you should go back to school," Xia Chuyi said earnestly.
She thought it would be such a pity for someone as talented as Meng Xingmang not to continue her education at university.
Qian Qianqian was a born public relations expert, with high EQ, strong emotional control, and a natural affinity for others.
And Meng Xingmang was typically highly intelligent.
From her experiences, it was clear that this girl had an advanced consciousness and boldness, and also possessed a resilience that would not yield to hardship. Aside from some issues in handling personal relationships, she could be said to be a natural-born entrepreneur.
Hearing such a sincere suggestion, Meng Xingmang shook her head and said, "No, if I go to Kyoto University now, the person who takes my place will certainly not rest easy."
"Once things are investigated thoroughly, my sister and her... will undoubtedly be implicated."
"This time, let’s consider it payback to them."
"After this, I owe them nothing."
Upon hearing this, Xia Chuyi sighed inwardly.
She finally understood why Meng Xingmang’s previous businesses had failed—because this person was too sentimental.
"Sigh, this matter..." Xia Chuyi said, "Meng Xingmang, I’m asking you one last time, have you really thought it through about working for me?"