diskusbooks Chapter 118 My Female Tenant - Xia Mi
Chapter 118 My Female Tenant - Xia Mi
The flight attendant looked at the work badge in front of her and calmed herself down. "Excuse me, sir, are there any work instructions?"
Ye Jingchen glanced at Inuyama Setsuko and Madman Hayakawako sitting in front of him. "These two aren't flight attendants. They're here on a special mission. They'll be taking this plane back to Japan later. Make sure to arrange things for them."
The flight attendant gave Ye Jingchen a slight bow and said, "Hi."
An announcement began on the plane: "Attention passengers, we are about to arrive at Beiping South Station. Please check your personal belongings..."
Ye Jingchen stood up, glanced at the two of them, then turned and followed the crowd off the plane.
Just got off the plane.
Stepping onto the airport's wide plaza, a gust of cold winter wind blew in my face, dry and sharp as a knife.
Ye Jingchen could clearly see that the breath he exhaled from his nose and mouth instantly turned into white mist, as if he were exhaling a lot of smoke.
He took out his phone from the inside pocket of his black fleece-lined trench coat, swiped the screen with his thumb, and looked at the document in his email.
He then slowly walked out of the airport.
I hailed a taxi.
He went to the villa that Kassel College had bought for him.
As soon as Ye Jingchen got out of the blue and yellow taxi, he looked at the house carefully and thought to himself, "This is completely false advertising. It doesn't look like a villa at all."
The images in the email are for reference only.
What Ye Jingchen saw was just a guesthouse building with a lot of peeling paint on the south wall, which just goes to show how impressive China's real estate sales are.
The old house, which we later moved to for school—a classic old residence, a family steeped in scholarly traditions, where one can experience the enduring influence of culture.
Inconvenient transportation, far from the subway—away from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying a tranquil atmosphere, free from worldly concerns.
The walls have also lost a lot of their plaster and are covered with ivy vines—the greening rate is as high as 90%, and people and nature coexist harmoniously.
The windows are covered with rusty steel bars—comprehensive security, physical anti-theft, more intuitive than fingerprint technology.
Some bricks are cracked, with holes that leak rain—the weathered cracks of time, with the marks of age seeping through them, are a testament to the quiet years, reserved only for those with stories to tell.
Ye Jingchen looked up at the guesthouse building and sighed, "Well, it's all paid for by Kassel College anyway, so I'll just have to make do."
He was just reaching for his keys to open the door to the stairwell corridor when he heard arguing coming from inside the stairwell.
An old woman's voice said, "No, you have to move out today. I finally managed to sell the house to a foreigner."
A young woman's voice said, "Grandma, I understand. Can you give me a few more days? I'm looking for a place to rent! I just paid my tuition, and I haven't been able to..."
The old woman said, "I don't care, I was just too kind. You've been dragging this out for two days. If I had known, I would have listened to Aunt Zhang next door and thrown your things out the day they were sold!"
Before Ye Jingchen could even insert the key into the door, the stairwell door opened, and the old woman threw out a large, hard-shell cardboard box containing a thin bed sheet, some books, and a light green plastic rice bowl…
The old woman was slightly taken aback when she saw Ye Jingchen, who was dressed impeccably in a black fleece-lined long trench coat. After a long while, she came to her senses and asked, "Young man... sir, who are you looking for?"
Ye Jingchen picked up a bunch of keys from his hand and shook them. "Hello, sir. I am the new landlord of this building. I overheard some of what you were discussing. Please resolve this matter as soon as possible before I move in, or I will call the police."
After Ye Jingchen finished speaking, a rational smile appeared on his face.
As the new landlord, he didn't think about how to pity others, put aside his desire to help others, or respect their fate.
The old woman looked troubled. The buyer had arrived, but she hadn't finished dealing with her own business, which was quite difficult. She turned to the young woman and said, "Xia Mi, did you hear that? This gentleman is the new landlord. I'm no longer the landlord. You don't want to face the police later, do you?"
Xia Mi looked at her pots and pans in the cardboard box, slowly lowered her head, and remained silent...
"Xia Mi?" Ye Jingchen was startled. He turned to look at the woman, the descriptions flashing through his mind:
Her head was tied in a long, high ponytail, and her forehead was covered with fluffy, cloud-like bangs.
Her eyelashes were long and beautiful, like autumn leaves, blinking gently.
Her eyes were crystal clear, seemingly brimming with spiritual energy. Yet, at this moment, they appeared to hold only the despair of impending homelessness.
Her face, captivatingly beautiful like a "monster," was as vibrant as a summer flower, radiant and smooth as jade, with slightly chubby cheeks. However, she now appeared somewhat malnourished, perhaps due to a long-term diet of instant noodles, as her cheekbones were protruding.
His little tiger teeth were slightly visible at the corners of his mouth, and his lips were pale and wrinkled from dryness.
Her skin was fair and translucent, her figure slender and graceful, like lotus leaves swaying in the breeze.
Ye Jingchen stepped forward and said, "Old man, you can go now. I'll handle this myself."
"Alright, alright, then you handle it, sir. The rest is none of my business. Consider the remaining furniture in the house a gift from me." Upon hearing Ye Jingchen's words, the old woman felt as if she had been granted a pardon. As if she had touched Stamford hair oil, she vanished in the blink of an eye.
Ye Jingchen straightened his trench coat, pushed open the door, and glanced at Xia Mi, who was wearing a thin white hoodie and a gray hat. "Bring your things in. If you're looking for a rental, go look for one tomorrow."
Ye Jingchen walked down the long corridor. The lights in the corridor were dim, almost as if they were off, but they were still on so that he could see his surroundings a little better.
The room on the first floor was empty except for a large wooden table, which was most likely used for offering sacrifices in front of the incense altar.
Xia Mi, holding her large cardboard box, followed Ye Jingchen's gaze and said, "She couldn't move that table, and she felt it was useless, so she left it behind. She took all the slightly better furniture that she could carry with her."
"Okay." Ye Jingchen nodded slightly, then turned and held out his hand to Xia Mi. "Let me carry the cardboard box. Which floor are you on?"
“Second floor,” Xia Mi turned to the side, her back to Ye Jingchen, “I can carry it myself.”
Ye Jingchen snatched the cardboard box from Xia Mi's hands. What Xia Mi needed to hold with both hands, Ye Jingchen could lift with one hand.
He stopped at the door of a slightly messy room with newspapers pasted on the walls.
The room was small, yet it looked as if it had been swept by a storm, so hurried and rushed, clearly indicating that the old woman had rushed into this small room like a wild beast.
He stuffed all of Xia Mi's few belongings into a large cardboard box, then threw it out the door...
Ye Jingchen gently put down the cardboard box, lit a Gentle Seven Star cigarette, which he had taken from Yuan Zhisheng's desk.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Xia Mi through the swirling smoke:
"If you have nowhere to go, then would you like to be my female tenant?"