Chapter 4

"Oh, isn't this the girl who was pregnant with your child last time?" Jiang Baoliang teased as he looked at Lu Sui

Lu Sui finally tore his gaze away from the cards, squinting as he looked towards the misty expanse

And the only person missing by my side, I recognized at a glance through the mist, who else could it be but Mr. Limited Edition

At this moment, if someone were to fall in the thick fog and make a fool of themselves, it would likely elicit laughter from everyone in the hall, which could very well turn a major issue into a minor one, and a minor issue into nothing at all

This time, the foggy situation involving Mr. Limited Edition was ultimately resolved thanks to Lu Qingqing's mediation, which led to Mr. Limited Edition agreeing to a settlement

Back then, having money meant being willful, so I chose a niche major that was practically dead. Fortunately, after graduation, my mother, who had connections, helped me secure a position at the city museum. This is how it is in public institutions: you won't starve, but you will never become wealthy, and you might not even be able to afford a mortgage in this city.

The fog is dense and somewhat difficult, and the term "best friend" is placed in quotation marks.

"Uncle, could you please serve me another spoonful of rice? Look at me, I've become as thin as a stick of ribs, and yet you treat me so harshly?" Misty, feeling dissatisfied, tapped the stainless steel plate of the labor reform inmate series with her spoon.

Each of the three gentlemen is accompanied by one or two beautiful women

"Uncle. " Misty followed the path and called out to Qingqing, also trying to get closer and indicating that she is a junior, hoping that the God of Wealth would show mercy.

In the thick fog, the overbearing and aggressive Jiang, who imposes his authority on others, evokes no favorable feelings in me. In my heart, I retorted to him, "You are the one who is a little girl, and your whole family consists of little girls."

Mist is primarily responsible for artifact restoration at the museum, with her specialty being in the restoration of porcelain.

The fog was thick and obscured the path, and even if the path did not mind, those who followed him naturally made great efforts to curry favor. The small factory of the Wu family was hardly sufficient to fill the gaps, it was easier than stepping on an ant.

However, Miss Wu is particularly "blessed by the stars" today, as she, who usually wears three-inch high heels for nine out of ten days, has chosen to wear canvas shoes at this moment

While working intently, her phone remained on silent as usual. By the time she finished work in the hazy twilight, it was already 7 o'clock. She tilted her head back and rubbed her sore neck, took off her shoes, placed her hands on the ground, and rested her feet against the wall, performing a one-minute handstand.

The subway? Qinqing doubted whether she had heard it wrong

Lu Qingqing awkwardly rolled her eyes and said, "I am still quite far from him; I only called him 'Uncle' to get closer, you know."

The fog is dense, yet one is still clearly aware of the situation, which is why one has the audacity to come forward and apologize

In the circle of friends, Lu Qingqing can indeed be considered a foggy best friend, as the two of them average three mutual likes each day

In fact, Ms. Nie is not yet married, and it is said that she does not even have a boyfriend. However, from a hazy perspective, just looking at her figure, she clearly has the physique of a married woman who is pregnant, making it truly difficult to call her Miss Nie with a clear conscience

In the midst of the fog, one cannot express enough gratitude for the verdant path ahead. This is not the time for pretentiousness; the higher one stands in society, the more one understands that ideals of integrity and self-respect are of little consequence. A gentle squeeze from others can bring forth one's deepest vulnerabilities, leading to a complete loss of dignity.

Another person, who is also recognized in the mist, is Lawyer Jiang, who once caused her to have nightmares

Lu Qingqing was definitely intentional, of course, she also had good intentions

Thus, in the midst of the fog, being able to calm her mind and stay in a place as quiet as an ancient tomb for three years without changing jobs, in a relic restoration room that is as cold as a horror film set, is astonishing not only to her parents but also to herself

That is truly beautiful, with both plump and slender figures, and a perfect blend of purity and charm.

It is said that the limited edition gentleman is a relative of Lu Qingqing

In the thick fog, I glanced at my watch; it was only 7:30. After a moment's thought, I squeezed out of the subway car, which was as cramped as a can of sardines, and made my way to the opposite platform to transfer.

Lu Qingqing pushed Misty from behind, and only then did she come to her senses and staggered forward a step

"Tsk tsk, hasn't anyone told you that girls should eat with numbers? Only men eat with force?" Nie Jingjing spoke in a tone that was both affected and authentic. She was also someone with connections, but her connections were not as solid as Wu Mangmang's, so she felt particularly unbalanced seeing Wu Mangmang take leave every Thursday morning.

Perhaps the fantasy of the future is too beautiful, causing one to be lost in thought amidst the mist. Only after sitting down did I realize that the woman next to me, who was picking scallions with chopsticks, was actually my old rival—Ms. Nie Jingjing.

When the elevator doors open, the experience is truly like excrement on the outside, yet gold and jade on the inside

Amidst the mist, I shrugged my shoulders, "My dad sold my Hummer to compensate for my mistake. By the way, who is the God of Wealth you mentioned?"

Xiao Lin took a bite of the dish and advised, "Sister Nie, hurry up and eat. After finishing the meal, we can save some time to lie down for a while"

"You are wearing a Cartier diamond bracelet, yet you have the audacity to argue with an old man over a spoonful of beef stew with potatoes, turning red in the face?" Nie Jingjing leaned forward, seemingly focused on examining the authenticity of the foggy bracelet on her wrist.

There was clearly no argument, so where did the flushed face come from? The redness in her face right now is entirely due to her recent fantasies about Mr. Dream, okay?

However, it is indeed somewhat difficult to refuse the misty and unclear path this time.

Amidst the mist, she appeared invigorated, donning a white coat and tying her hair back in a bun. As she picked up the carving knife, she instantly felt as though she had stepped into a medical drama. She approached the workbench, where a pile of ceramic fragments lay.

Goodness, I am fortunate that I just changed into a pair of canvas shoes in the office amidst the fog; otherwise, I would surely be pushed into a dog feces by Lu Qingqing at this moment

It is said that the pocket money for each month has been taken back, and in the mist, she can no longer afford to lose her only source of income. Putting away her phone, she directly took the subway to the city museum

This club occupies the top three floors of the Coastal Tower, yet even those who work in the Coastal Tower are unaware that there are actually three additional floors above. The elevator does not have any buttons indicating these floors, and no one has the leisure to count whether the Coastal Tower has forty-six or forty-nine floors.

In the hazy atmosphere, she only remembered that her phone was on silent while on the subway. Taking it out, she saw that there were seven or eight missed calls, two from her parents, and the rest were all from Lu Qingqing.

In the midst of the mist, I have a particular fondness for various antique porcelain pieces. Each time I hold one in my hands, I cannot help but imagine whose hands once cradled this famille rose bowl, and what interesting stories might have unfolded for its owner. Subsequently, I find myself reenacting those scenarios in my mind.

Aren't you girls all clamoring to lose weight? Although the uncle said this, he still added a scoop of rice to the foggy dish

With so much rice and so little dish, how can one eat? The fog is thick and progress is slow

In the thick fog, a sudden jolt of unease struck my heart as I looked at Lu Qingqing with a gaze full of doubt

Nie Jingjing let out a "tch" towards the misty figure, then turned to Xiao Lin beside her and said, "I really don't understand what those men see in her. She has no image at all when eating."

The middle-aged man glanced at the misty surroundings, the spoon remaining completely still, "Beautiful lady, this cafeteria operates on a contracting system"

The subtle expression of him squinting his eyes made Wu Mangmang feel as if she could once again smell the male hormones that could disrupt her endocrine system

After swallowing the food in his mouth amidst the foggy haze, he said: "Well, take your time counting; by the time you finish, it will be time to get off work." With that, he stood up, holding a plate that contained only the vegetable soup.

In the thick fog, one can only lower the flag and cease hostilities. She is unable to confront the domineering uncle from the cafeteria, whose face is smeared with lard, nor can she showcase her acting skills in the workplace. Resisting fate is not an option either

"Let us go, I will take you to apologize. Do not think that paying money will settle the matter; my uncle is not short of money," Lu Qingqing said.

The sea breeze blew, causing her misty hair to dance wildly, and she hurriedly covered her head and walked inside

However, she quite liked her job despite the foggy surroundings. She glanced at her watch; it was precisely lunchtime, and without hesitation, she headed to the cafeteria

Lu Qingqing led Wu Mangmang into a two-story suite, which featured an outdoor terrace of nearly 50 square meters. The terrace also included a small swimming pool, suitable for parties, and from the terrace, one could overlook the sea.

However, in the three-dimensional world, the number of times Misty and Green Road meet in a year can be counted on ten fingers

"I took the subway, but the transfer station was too crowded. I waited for three trains before I could squeeze on." The fog was thick.

To be honest, Nie Jingjing is truly unqualified to be the old rival of Wu Mangmang, yet every time this Ms. Nie sees Wu Mangmang, she goes into full jealousy mode, which annoys Wu Mangmang greatly

In the misty haze, she walked while holding a tray, lost in her fantasies. If someone were to emerge and say to her, "My dear, I have reserved the entire cafeteria; you may freely enjoy the braised pork and chicken legs," she would immediately fall at his feet.

In the three-dimensional world, Mist is actually not very close to anyone, as most people cannot accept her performance quirks. Rather than ultimately facing disdain and rejection from others, it is better to maintain a distance from the outset

In the midst of the fog, I thought to myself, could you please refrain from speaking with such intonation next time

In the thick fog, she silently exclaimed, "Oh my God," no wonder her father this time did not care about her crying, throwing a tantrum, or even threatening to hang herself; it turned out she was truly in big trouble.

Lu Qingqing asked the misty atmosphere to let her go to the restroom to touch up her makeup first, and to tidy up her clothes before coming out

Nie Jingjing did not refute, and began to eat heartily with a spoon. Eating is indeed important, but it can still be overlooked compared to a short rest

In the misty haze, I grasped the green arm of the road, "Is he your uncle?" This truly is a case of finding light in the darkness, as it is easier to communicate with close relatives

Oh, are you pretending to be my niece again today?

In the misty haze, uninterested in paying attention to Nie Jingjing, she began to scoop up rice with a spoon and eat heartily

Lu Qingqing took two steps forward, managing to walk to within one meter of Lu Sui before the fog enveloped them, and with a smiling face said: "Uncle, I heard that you are here, and I specially came over today to apologize to you."

Lu Qingqing gave her a look that said, "It's just as you think."

"Why did it take you so long to arrive? Fortunately, the God of Wealth is still upstairs playing mahjong, otherwise we would have missed it." Lu Qingqing said rapidly.

By the time we arrived at the club through the thick fog, it was already 8:30

The view on the second floor is more expansive, offering a 270-degree sea view. There is a mahjong table set up in the hall, requiring only four players to play, yet there are quite a few spectators.

The Haichen Club has its own import and export section. After searching for half an hour in the mist, she still could not find the entrance. In the end, it was Lu Qingqing who personally came out to meet her, guiding her through a winding path to an inconspicuous elevator door

Lu Qingqing looked at the misty surroundings with a look that seemed to say, "You must be an alien." Then, as if realizing something was amiss, she said, "Right, you probably don't know about him. You should ask your dad when you go back; he will definitely know. The God of Wealth, who do you think he is? Naturally, he is the one who brings fortune to people. Everyone in this city who wants to get rich must worship the God of Wealth. However, that is secondary; whether you worship him or not is not a big deal. But if you offend the God of Wealth, then you will definitely end up leaving with nothing."

The two individuals then went directly upstairs to the second floor