After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 249 Such Good Fortune
Li Yubai slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Rong Jingchen: "So?"

“So, there’s something wrong with Feng Li’s death.” Rong Jingchen frowned. “I’ve always felt something was off, but I just couldn’t figure it out.”

"The doctor must have made a mistake." Yan Yu didn't think it was that complicated. "Besides, there's no point in worrying about it."

Jiang Shu didn't say anything, squatted between the two graves, and started burning paper money on each side again...

After watching for half an hour, Li Yubai sighed softly, "My patron, have you become so adept at using the phrase 'equal distribution of favors'?"

Jiang Shu paused for a few seconds: "I won't burn any more for you from now on, only for Ali. After all, he's all alone over there now..."

Li Yubai paused for a moment: "Can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement.

Li Yubai pondered, "If I were with Feng Li..."

Jiang Shu suddenly stood up, her face truly grim this time: "I never want to make choices again."

After saying that, she stormed off angrily. Yan Yu glared at Li Yubai, annoyed: "She's got a phobia of these kinds of questions now. Look at all the deaths and injuries lately. She may seem heartless, but she must be going through a lot of pain..."

After saying that, he and Rong Jingchen went to accompany Jiang Shu.

Halfway there, Rong Jingchen turned back and glanced at Li Yubai.

"Why are you looking at him?" Yan Yu asked, puzzled.

Rong Jingchen countered, "Don't you think the way he burned paper money for himself... is too bizarre?"

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. After all, there's nothing more important than living."

The two chatted as they walked away.

Li Yubai lingered alone by the grave for a while longer, seemingly lost in thought, before letting out a soft laugh and muttering to himself:

"I just wanted to ask, if I could sleep with both Li Yubai and Feng Li at the same time, wouldn't you want such a blessing? Tsk, you ran away so fast, don't come begging me for it later..."

The snowstorm started again.

He rose gracefully and walked towards the parking lot. The hint of amusement and teasing he had just displayed vanished in an instant, and his expression gradually turned cold and aloof again.

The end of the year is just around the corner.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Shu was making dumplings by following an instructional video.

Yan Yu was going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, and left home two days ago to go to the rehearsal site. Rong Jingchen didn't have much of a concept of Chinese festivals, but under the influence of the strong festive atmosphere, he was arranged by Nie Zheng to lead a large group of subordinates to various bustling areas of the capital to act as fireworks inspectors. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to return until the fifteenth of the lunar year.

The villa, which already seemed deserted due to the absence of two people, appeared even more desolate.

Li Yubai had just returned from the company's annual meeting, his face slightly flushed with alcohol. He took out a trunk full of dolls, flowers, fairy lights, and balloons, and decorated the villa with Jiang Shu. Then, as usual, he went to the kitchen to make dinner.

The ingredients had already been prepared in advance by Assistant Yang and his team, cleaned thoroughly, and neatly arranged on the counter.

Jiang Shu carried the wrapped dumplings over and watched Li Yubai cook while boiling water.

His hands seemed programmed, slicing each dish evenly and controlling the heat to perfection. Jiang Shu was dazzled after watching for a while and sighed, "When will I be able to do what you do?"

"I'm all you need to do," Li Yubai smiled. "Want some soup?"

Jiang Shu nodded: "Dumplings with old hen soup should taste pretty good."

Li Yubai casually picked up half a hen and easily chopped it into even small pieces.

“Rong Jingchen used to do all the chopping, I didn’t expect you to be so strong, it’s like you’re cutting tofu.” Jiang Shu rolled up his sleeves, then suddenly thought of someone else, “Back in the day, there was only that sickly Ah Li at home, she couldn’t even lift a knife…”

Li Yu paused for a moment, lowered his eyes to process the ingredients, and didn't reply. Jiang Shu felt sentimental for a few seconds, shook her head to shake off the sudden bitterness in her heart, and turned to pick up a glass of fruit wine:
"This was sent by Uncle Fu. He said it was brewed in the autumn and is your favorite fruit wine. Would you like a glass to whet your appetite?"

Li Yubai was already a little drunk, but when the girl personally handed him the fruit wine, he drank most of it from Jiang Shu's hand, his eyes sparkling.

The water has boiled.

As Jiang Shu cooked dumplings, she picked up the remaining half-glass of fruit wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The eight dishes were served quickly.

However, Jiang Shu got drunk.

"You get drunk so easily when you drink..." Li Yubai sighed softly as he looked at the dazed Jiang Shu, absentmindedly started simmering the old hen soup, and carried her to the sofa in the living room.

"Do you still have any appetite?" he asked softly, looking into her hazy eyes. "Or should you take a nap first?"

"Lie down with me for a while." Jiang Shu rubbed her temples. "It'll be fine in a bit."

Li Yubai gave a soft "hmm," lay down next to Jiang Shu fully clothed, and closed his eyes slightly to rest.

ten minutes later.

Li Yubai looked at the dazed girl beside him, who was restlessly reaching into his shirt, tearing two buttons off, and his expression was slightly taken aback:
"No wonder he absolutely forbade you from drinking; you get this perk when you're drunk?"

In the middle of the night, when Jiang Shu was awakened by the cold wind, Li Yubai was coming out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

His whole body was ice-cold, even the strands of his hair were covered in cold air.

Jiang Shu reached out and touched his hand: "Even though there's heating, you shouldn't take a cold shower in the middle of winter!"

Li Yubai gave her a deep look, his expression cold and melancholic.

Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, and for a instant she felt as if the person in front of her was possessed by Feng Li.

She took a deep breath. Although she enjoyed playing with substitute literature, seeing Li Yubai as Feng Li was rather abrupt, whether to Feng Li or Li Yubai.

"I'll make you a bowl of soup. It's been simmering for three hours. Having a bowl in the middle of the night will help you avoid catching a cold."

Jiang Shu went to the kitchen to get soup, and Li Yubai was not idle either, he heated up all the New Year's Eve dinner that had not yet been touched.

The large dining table felt a little lonely with just the two of them. Jiang Shu, holding a bowl of soup, started scrolling through videos. Just then, she saw Rong Jingchen in a police uniform trending on social media, with the caption: "A stunningly handsome man appears at the fireworks control site!"
Then there was the video of Yan Yu's Spring Festival Gala, which also trended on social media. From his appearance to his dress to his voice, everything was praised to the skies by his fans, making him the talk of the town.

Jiang Shu watched with great interest and casually took a sip of soup.

The chicken was dry, and the soup had a slightly fishy smell; the overall taste was rather unpleasant.

Jiang Shu suddenly stopped!
She slightly raised her head and looked at Li Yubai: "Why does the soup you made today taste so bad?"

Li Yubai's chopsticks froze slightly for a moment, then he said, "Oh, I don't know who drank the fruit wine and poured it on me. I didn't notice and a few clam meats fell in."

He stood up: "Don't drink it, I'll go pour it out."

"No need, just drink it as is." Jiang Shu lowered her head and took another sip.

One more bite.

Before she knew it, she had finished the whole bowl of soup. The conversation she had with Feng Li the night before her world trip flashed through her mind:
"Brother, this is called unique. In the vast sea of ​​people, if we separate in the future, we can recognize each other by this soup. Isn't it more meaningful than those things like jade pendants for recognizing relatives or marriage certificates for betrothal?"

"Hmm, the taste of your soup is both salty and sweet, with a faint fishy smell. No one else can really replicate it."

Tears streamed down my face without me even realizing it.

"Li Yubai." Jiang Shu looked at Li Yubai, her voice slightly lowered, "I miss Ali a little..."