Song Zhiyi stared directly at Ling Yi, her eyes flashing with curiosity and a hint of stubbornness.
She could clearly sense that Ling Yi was somewhat averse to her.
Was it because she recognized her own bracelet?
But if one truly recognizes the real value of their bracelet, then logically speaking...
Shouldn't we take the initiative to reach out to ourselves?
After all, there were only a handful of people in the entire Ancient Country who could possess such a custom-made bracelet.
He should understand what this means.
Unlike the other men he had met before, who were as annoying as flies, Ling Yi didn't actively approach him.
Instead, they keep their distance?
She really wanted to know what Ling Yi was thinking.
Ling Yi was half a head taller than Song Zhiyi; one looked up at the other, and the other looked down at her.
They were so close, their eyes met.
What Song Zhiyi saw was the depth in Ling Yi's eyes.
What Ling Yi saw was the colorful light reflected in Song Zhiyi's eyes from the billboard outside the KTV.
Song Zhiyi has a very beautiful face shape.
Especially her beautiful big eyes, clean and clear, yet with a touch of mischief.
With looks like that, she'd definitely be the female lead in any random short drama.
"You seem quite curious about me?" Ling Yi asked, shifting his gaze slightly away.
"Aren't you curious about my identity?" Song Zhiyi shook her bracelet.
This is equivalent to getting straight to the point.
"I don't like trouble." Ling Yi shook his head, speaking the truth.
Upon hearing Ling Yi's words, Song Zhiyi's eyes instantly dimmed.
She certainly has a lot of troubles.
If I get too close to Ling Yi, it will indeed implicate Ling Yi.
He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I just..."
She was simply curious about the man in front of her, nothing more.
Thinking about all the mess in her family, Song Zhiyi suddenly felt exhausted.
"Sorry to bother you." Song Zhiyi turned and left.
"Sigh, all I want is to be a lazy, good-for-nothing princess who just lives a life of leisure, why is that so difficult?"
After taking a few steps, I heard footsteps behind me.
Looking back, she saw Ling Yi following behind her.
"Weren't you afraid of trouble? Why are you following me?" Song Zhiyi asked, her eyes lighting up.
Ling Yi pointed ahead. "I want to go home!"
Song Zhiyi didn't believe it, thinking that Ling Yi was just saying one thing and meaning another.
You mean it's on the way?
Ling Yi nodded.
"Then let's go together." Song Zhiyi took a few steps back and stood side by side with Ling Yi.
The two walked forward together.
The lamplight frames of the surrounding shops distorted the two figures into different shapes.
" Ling Yi, I want to sell this bracelet. What price do you think is appropriate?" Song Zhiyi raised her wrist again.
"This bracelet is exquisitely crafted, with superb carving skills; it's clearly the work of a top-tier master carver."
Ling Yi spoke slowly.
"And this imperial green is the Supreme Pin of all imperial greens, perfectly round and full, without a single impurity."
"It can be described as the Supreme Pin of jade."
"So, it's very valuable?" Song Zhiyi's eyes lit up as she asked.
"No!" Ling Yi shook his head.
"It's precisely because this thing is so valuable that it's difficult to sell; at least in Dafeng City, probably no one can afford it."
"Uh!" Song Zhiyi scratched her head.
"How about a cheaper price?"
"No, you really want to sell? You shouldn't be short of money, right?"
"No, I'm really short of money. I only have less than two thousand yuan left on me."
Ling Yi rolled her eyes. See if I believe you or not.
"I'm telling the truth," Song Zhiyi explained.
Ling Yi still didn't believe it.
He said, almost jokingly, "If you really want to sell, then sell it to me."
Top-grade imperial green, or a private commission from a top master craftsman.
The works of top masters are usually unique pieces.
It is very likely that there is only one of its kind in the world.
Ling Yi had seen many top-tier luxury items in Shen Yue's world.
But there aren't many that can Peter this bracelet.
In terms of value, it's probably worth tens of millions, or even more.
"How much money can you offer?" Song Zhiyi immediately pleasantly surprised.
Ling Yi extended one finger.
"One hundred million, deal!"
"Are you kidding me? One million." Ling Yi shook his head.
Perhaps this bracelet, if properly made, could indeed sell for hundreds of millions.
But Ling Yi was just being foolish, spending 100 million to buy something he wouldn't even need.
"Deal!" Song Zhiyi said happily.
"What did you say?" Ling Yi asked in surprise.
"I said deal!" Song Zhiyi stretched out her little hand.
"You said one million? Cash on delivery."
"Are you serious? I can tell you definitively that this bracelet is worth at least ten million."
"But, as you said yourself, there aren't many people in Dafeng City who can afford it." Song Zhiyi shrugged helplessly.
In fact, even if someone could actually afford it, Song Zhiyi couldn't make a public offer.
However, Song Zhiyi didn't say these words.
I was afraid Ling Yi would overthink it if he heard that.
This guy already dislikes trouble; what if he doesn't buy it after I tell him?
"And I'm serious, all I have left is two thousand yuan."
As she spoke, Song Zhiyi took out her phone and showed Ling Yi her balance.
Ling Yi glanced at it and saw that the balance was indeed only 2032.5 yuan.
Ling Yi looked Song Zhiyi up and down.
He was dressed in top-tier custom-made clothing and wore a bracelet worth over ten million.
As a result, the savings amounted to only a little over two thousand?
Is this a princess in distress, or a wealthy heiress coming down to experience life?
Seeing that Ling Yi didn't move.
Song Zhiyi took off the bracelet and placed it in Ling Yi's hand.
She stretched out her little hand again. "You said you wanted to buy it, so transfer the money."
Ling Yi couldn't help but chuckle.
Fine, I won't lose out anyway.
"QR code for receiving payment!"
The transfer was completed quickly.
"Yay, yay!" Song Zhiyi looked at the balance on her phone.
He cheered and kissed his phone several times.
Ling Yi couldn't help but chuckle at this.
She's quite an interesting girl.
The two continued on their way.
Then we entered the same residential complex, the same building.
We took the elevator and arrived at the same floor, the ninth floor.
"I'm home." Song Zhiyi pointed to room number 902.
"I'm home too." Ling Yi pointed to 912 across from 902.
"Really?" Song Zhiyi was dumbfounded.
Ling Yi pressed the fingerprint lock, and the door to room 912 clicked open.
He waved to Song Zhiyi: "Goodnight."
Then, he pushed open the door and went inside.
Song Zhiyi looked at the closed door, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips.
"He's quite an interesting guy."
Then he opened his own door and went inside.
I returned to my room.
Ling Yi leaned back on the sofa, glanced at the bracelet, and casually placed it in a small drawer under the coffee table.
Only then did he look up at the sky.
"System, you just said that a new wisher has appeared?"
[Yes, host!]
On his way home, Ling Yi received a notification from the system.
New wishers have appeared in the Chaos Space.
However, it's not very convenient with Song Zhiyi around.
"Let's see what kind of story this unlucky guy has to tell."
Ling Yi's figure vanished in an instant.
As Ling Yi disappeared, the entire world seemed to be put on pause.
Everything came to a standstill.
In the familiar Chaos Space, there was a thin young man wearing sportswear, with a bowl cut, and exuding a decadent Aura.
"Hello, my name is Ling Yi. Tell me your wish."
"My name is Jiang Che, and I've fallen in love with a woman I shouldn't have!" the young man said through gritted teeth.
"For ten years, I gave her everything, but in the end, she fell in love with another man..."
"Stop!" Ling Yi interrupted him.
"You just need to tell me what your wish is."
Ling Yi will receive all of Jiang Che's memories later, so there's no need to waste time listening to the story.
"If I could live my life again, I would want Shen Yun and Ye Song to pay the price, the more terrible the better. Also, I must save Zhou Hong."
Goodness, that's quite a deep grudge!
Another brain-dead, unlucky idiot.
These unfortunate souls are more accurately described as obsessives than wishful Obsession.