The investigation did not come to a conclusion so quickly, so Xin Yi first searched on the Internet by himself.

- Twenty-four years ago, suicide.

All kinds of news came out one after another, but Xin Yi flipped through several pages and found nothing.

After thinking about it, she added another keyword, Fujishiro.

Soon she saw a piece of news.

Twenty-four years ago, the owner of a start-up company in Fujicheng committed suicide by jumping off a building due to investment failure, at the age of 29.

The news was very brief, not even a surname, not even a photo.

After looking at it for a while, Xin Yi saved the screenshot of the news.

Just as I was about to look at something else, someone knocked on the counter.

Xin Yi immediately put away his phone and raised his head.

"It's really you." The other party laughed, with a victorious attitude, "I didn't believe it when He Chuan told me, but I didn't expect you to really work here now."

Xin Yi only looked at the drink in her hand, "Settle the bill?"

"Yes, check out."

Li Chiyu handed her the drink with a smile, and continued, "So Jiang Xinyi, it wasn't you who won before, but the former Miss Jiang."

"Now that you're not Miss Jiang, he'll naturally choose someone else."

Xin Yi scanned the code expressionlessly, and then looked at her, "Three pieces of five."

The look of ignoring his words made Li Chiyu's eyes sink directly.

She didn't move anymore, just stood there and looked at Xin Yi.

It happened that another person next to her came to pay, so Xin Yi simply canceled her order, and then said in a small voice, "If you don't want a drink, please put it back yourself."

The other customers were two little girls, and after hearing her voice, they quickly turned their heads to look at Li Chiyu.

The latter's teeth immediately clenched, "Who said I didn't want to!?"

With that, she slapped the cash directly in front of Xin Yi.

Xin Yi first helped the two little girls pay the bill, and then helped her settle the bill again.

"Jiang Xinyi, you are really good." Li Chiyu couldn't help but smile again when she looked at her like that.

Xin Yi didn't answer her words, only handed her the change and drink, "Thank you for your patronage."

Li Chiyu took a deep breath, then took an invitation card from his bag and put it in front of Xin Yi, "Although we are not friends, we have met once, and the 10th is my wedding, looking forward to your arrival."

Hearing this, Xin Yi finally had a little expression on his face, but he only glanced at the invitation, "Congratulations, but I shouldn't be able to go."

"Why? Afraid to see and talk closer?"

"Didn't you just say that? We're not friends, so why should I waste this money?"

"Hehe, I didn't expect that one day, our Miss Jiang would actually care about money?"

"You don't care about money, you're going to marry a man who splits his legs?"

On the cover of the invitation, it is written - Kang Shenghuai & Li Chiyu.

Li Chiyu lowered his eyes, "What happened last time was a misunderstanding."

"Oh yes, it's not just splitting legs, maybe domestic violence."

Xin Yi didn't seem to understand her words, so he just said to himself.

Li Chiyu's face became more and more ugly, and his teeth were almost crushed, "Jiang, Xin, Yi!"

"I accepted the invitation, I'll go when I have time, thanks for the invitation."

Li Chiyu gritted his teeth and stared at her for a while, but finally turned to leave.

Xin Yi didn't care about her, just calmly threw the invitation aside.

Two hours later, when Xin Yi got off work, he found that he had dozens of unread messages on his phone.

It's been a long time since her background was announced, and she's not seen such a lively page.

But when she clicked on it, she found herself pulled into a new group chat.

It can be seen that this group has also just been built, and Kang Shenghuai directly bombed more than a dozen red envelopes, groups

There was cheering.

Xin Yi didn't grab the red envelope, and was about to withdraw from the group silently, but Li Chiyu suddenly appeared, and Aite talked closer.

"Aren't you going to send a few red envelopes? Aren't you going to get married too?"

Looking at this news, Xin Yi's withdrawal from the group suddenly stopped at the top of the screen.

Tan didn't reply to Li Chiyu's words.

But in the next second, a person with the nickname "Yuanbao" came out and sent a series of red envelopes.

Although she didn't say anything, this move was obviously a tacit acquiescence to what Li Chiyu said, and as for her identity, there is no need to guess to know.

She still didn't click on the red envelope, so she just calmly exited the chat interface and then withdrew from the group.

And in the next moment, Chen Yao's private chat suddenly came, "Xiao Jiang, are you going to Li Chiyu's wedding?"

"No, no." Xin Yi replied.

Chen Yao's input came back and forth several times, and in the end, only one word came, "Okay."

Xin Yi didn't say anything more, just put away his phone and walked in the direction of the bus stop.

Life is still business as usual.

It is worth mentioning that after asking for the consent of the grandmother, she sold the photo to the media account, and also successfully got a manuscript fee of 1,002.

She gave her grandmother half of the manuscript fee as promised, and the remaining 600 yuan was deposited into her bank card.

Strange to say, she didn't feel anything when she looked at the six- or seven-digit balance on her bank card, but now she was happy that the meagre six hundred dollars had come in.

It's just that this good mood, but now she has no one to share.

Not only at this time, but during this time, she ate a delicious food, heard a favorite song or saw a good-looking video, but when she took a photo and clicked to share, she found that no one could forward it.

Although her retweets may not have received a response before, at least they will not be as deeply aware as they are now - she is only one person now.

But Xin Yi knew that sooner or later she would get used to this feeling.

There will always be a day when others mention his name, she can be unfazed.

The next time I saw Xi Zhiyu was on the 8th of December.

Two days before Riikeyu's wedding.

Since the last time he said he was curious about her, they hadn't been connected to each other - except for an anonymous courier that Xin Yi received.

Inside the package was some brown sugar ginger tea, and a hot water bottle.

Xin Yi didn't know if he sent it, and he didn't ask.

On this day, Xin Yi was on the middle shift, and it was exactly half past eleven in the evening after the handover with others.

In addition to her and the driver, there was only one middle-aged man on the last train.

Since Xin Yi got into the car, the other party has been looking at him.

That gaze was definitely not friendly, Xin Yi seemed to listen to the song easily, but in fact, his nerves were already tense.

And when she got out of the car, the man followed.

Xin Yi slowed down, and the other party followed behind him slowly.

Just as Xin Yi was about to rush all the way home, a car light suddenly came on in front of him.

Xin Yi's footsteps stopped suddenly, and when she saw the person standing next to the car, she stepped forward without thinking, "Mr. Xi!"