Chapter 242: Chapter 62 Angelica Chapter 242: Chapter 62 Angelica The next afternoon, Lin Xian arrived at the Linhu Villa district of East Sea University on time, as arranged with Ji Lin.
After getting out of the car at the entrance of the villa district, Lin Xian began to walk inside on foot.
The internal roads were indeed very spacious, and there wasn’t much change from the last time he visited.
He noticed that the road in front of Ji Lin’s villa was the widest and straightest, certainly suitable for sports cars.
As it was a main thoroughfare, there were relatively more manhole covers, clustered together, with two manhole covers placed about ten meters apart on either side of Ji Lin’s villa.
Manhole covers, such a common sight in the city.
In city construction, there are many types of underground pipelines, such as sewerage, gas pipes, water supply pipes, electrical conduits, communication ducts, etc.
And wherever these pipes run, manholes are placed at intervals for future maintenance and repair.
But in residential areas , most of the manhole covers on the streets are for sewage or storm drains, and the wide roads are very accommodating for the large sludge suction trucks that come to clean them regularly.
This was the case for villa districts as well as ordinary neighborhoods.
When it comes to eating, everyone is equal.
No matter how upscale the neighborhood, if the sewage wells aren’t regularly cleaned out with sludge suction trucks, clogging is inevitable sooner or later.
Lin Xian walked slowly, eyeing these “perfectly placed” manhole covers with a light chuckle inside, before diverting his gaze.
Arriving in front of Ji Lin’s villa, Lin Xian pressed the doorbell.
Ji Lin quickly opened the door, smiling at Lin Xian standing at the entrance:
“Come in quickly, your presence is really a big help.”
He pulled Lin Xian into the room.
The living room was relatively tidy, but it was highly unlikely that Ji Lin had cleaned up.
Someone like him, with wealth, definitely had a maid or a butler…
Otherwise, given Ji Lin’s self-care skills, he would probably starve to death.
At the moment, the living room floor was covered with various decorative ribbons, colorful props, an assortment of uninflated balloons, and so on…
“Are you trying to turn your house into an amusement park?”
Lin Xian looked at him quizzically:
“Isn’t this a bit too much for a birthday party?”
“It’s okay, better too much than too little.”
Ji Lin wasn’t too concerned about it.
Well, he could afford it anyway.
Lin Xian scanned the villa with its large French windows, ultra-luxurious decor, Scandinavian style, and a fireplace that was more for show than use.
“This is my favorite spot.”
Ji Lin pointed to a spot on the wooden floor:
“Usually, this living room is filled with various books and newspapers.
I love books and sometimes sleeping in a pile of them feels more comforting than a bed.”
“That’s my bedroom,” Ji Lin pointed to a room on the opposite side of the first floor:
“Normal bedrooms are upstairs, but I’m too lazy to go up there.
I hardly ever go to the second floor; it’s more convenient sleeping on the first floor.”
Under Ji Lin’s guidance, Lin Xian followed him into the bedroom.
The bedroom was also not small, but evidently, it didn’t match the mansion’s size.
It must be as Ji Lin said, this bedroom was converted from other rooms on the first floor; normal bedrooms would be upstairs.
However, the bedroom’s decor was extremely minimalist.
Apart from a desk, a bed, and an en suite bathroom, there was almost no other furniture or decor.
“This is exactly how I pictured you,” Lin Xian couldn’t resist teasing him.
He approached the desk where two photo frames were displayed.
It appeared to be a family portrait with a father and mother standing behind and a little boy standing in front.
But Lin Xian quickly realized that this was not a typical family photo, as he saw a familiar face—
The man standing at the back right side of the photo was a young Xu Yun.
Lin Xian had seen Xu Yun’s youthful appearance in the East Sea University alumni yearbook; the person in the photo frame looked exactly the same.
It seemed that in those years, Xu Yun’s life was very happy; joy reflects in one’s appearance, and he looked so young and cheerful.
Therefore, it goes without saying that the beautiful and virtuous woman standing next to Xu Yun was undoubtedly his wife.
Xu Yun’s wife had many identities: she was Ji Lin’s sister, Ji Xinshui’s niece, and Xu Yiyi’s mother.
The remaining child was even easier to guess.
The little boy wearing a suit and tie must naturally be the young Ji Lin.
In the picture, Ji Lin appeared to be only four or five years old.
This photo must have been taken at a time when Xu Yun and Ji Xinshui had a very good relationship and Xu Yun often brought gifts and books for Ji Lin.
These were happy times unique to these three individuals.
Lin Xian held the photo frame and pointed at the little boy, turning back to look at Ji Lin:
“If I’m not mistaken, this is a family photo of you with the once Xu Yun’s family?”
“Yes, we were very close back then.”
Lin Xian looked into his eyes:
“Xu Yun died so tragically, leaving behind a daughter in a vegetative state…
do you feel sad about his death?”
“Of course I’m sad,” Ji Lin nodded:
“After all, Xu Yun was the first friend in my life.
I liked him very much.”
Lin Xian put down that photo frame and picked up another from the desk.
This frame also contained a group photo, but in terms of atmosphere and mood, it was much more somber than the joyful family portrait just now.