"What?" Du Xiaohui looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth agape. "Mianmian, did you not hear what I just said? That house had someone die in it, and it was a young man who committed suicide."
What is everyone most superstitious about?
It’s not that someone died in the house, but that the person who died was a young person or a child.
If it had been the death of an elderly person, the family wouldn’t be in such a hurry to sell the house.
"I heard everything clearly, and I think it’s quite good!" Shen Mianmian shrugged nonchalantly.
In a few more years, the state will expropriate the house. Buying it now would be the greatest revenge against the Gu Family. In a few years, they would be green with regret.
"Do you really want to buy this house?" Du Xiaohui asked with a strange look on his face. "If you buy this house, would you dare to live in it?"
As far as he was concerned, he wouldn’t dare to.
"It’s not necessarily for living in," said Shen Mianmian with an implication.
"If it’s not for living, then why buy a house?"
Du Xiaohui found it strange. Aren’t houses meant for living in? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
Shen Mianmian smiled meaningfully, not going into details, her mind full of thoughts about the house. Wang Erfeng definitely wouldn’t sell the house to her, so, if she wanted to buy the house, she would need to find someone else to act on her behalf.
After much thought, Shen Mianmian couldn’t find a trustworthy and suitable candidate to help her with this matter.
She sighed. It seemed that she would need to trouble Brother He again.
Ever since she became aware of her little crush, Shen Mianmian had been deliberately avoiding him. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she generally wouldn’t seek him out.
He had been busy, too, traveling from place to place, so they hadn’t seen each other for over half a month.
Thinking about meeting him in the evening, she unexpectedly felt a tinge of anticipation. Realizing her own abnormal feelings, she quickly shook her head to rid herself of those messy thoughts. Brother He had been so good to her; she couldn’t repay his kindness with ingratitude.
A person like Brother He was more suited for someone like Cheng Xining. Not to mention anything else, but at least in terms of family background, they were a good match.
After mentally conditioning herself all day, by evening when school was over, Shen Mianmian’s mind had calmed down. After getting home, she took a bath. After she was all cleaned up, she knocked on He Nan’s door.
About a minute passed before He Nan opened the door. He seemed to have just taken a shower; his hair was still dripping wet, and there were droplets of water he hadn’t dried off yet, cascading down his neck to his chest.
Shen Mianmian’s face uncontrollably blushed. "Brother He, were you taking a shower? Dry your hair first, I’ll come back later."
"There’s no need," He Nan opened the door fully. "Come in!"
She swallowed quietly and walked in with her head down, sitting down on the sofa.
He Nan poured a cup of hot water and placed it on the table in front of her, then asked indifferently, "Something the matter?"
"There is something I need your help with," Shen Mianmian said, not daring to look up at him; her voice had involuntarily lowered a bit.
He Nan didn’t make a sound, seemingly waiting for her to continue. Shen Mianmian gathered her emotions before she dared to look up at him.
"Brother He, I want to buy a house, but I have some issues with the owner. They might not be willing to sell it to me, so I was wondering if you could find a trustworthy person to handle this for me?" she asked.
"Am I not suitable?" He Nan raised an eyebrow.
Shen Mianmian shook her head, "They know you as well."