Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 95

Before the summer heat had even faded, the autumn rain began to fall. Raindrops large and small fell to the ground, waving to and fro in the wind. Under the eaves and on the sidewalk, there were puddles mixed with car exhaust, and the air was filled with a salty and damp smell, making people feel annoyed.

"Tell me, why can't you change your mind?"

Yan Xie held a black umbrella and was squatting on the rooftop. His well-tailored trouser legs had been soaked with dirty water, which was dripping onto his leather shoes, but his expression was like Budda, full of detachment and calmness.

A young man was standing outside the guardrail of the building, his face full of snot and tears mixed with rain: "You don't have to persuade me, I'm not going to live! I'm going to die to show that fickle woman what it means to lose before regretting it. The rich one will dump her one day! Dump her!!"

The floors below were bustling with onlookers, and the voices of "Why didn't he jump till now?" "Will he jump or not?" were constantly being heard. The firefighters had already arrived at the scene to set up ladders and air cushions, and there were three or four special police officers crowded in the corner of the roof, all of them staring nervously at Yan Xie with solemn expressions.

"I'm telling you, don't waste your time and come down, little brother." Yan Xie sighed the 108th time and changed his words: "Look at me, I'm a department-level division leader who deals with drug trafficking, smuggling, and serial murders every day. I've been squatting here and talking nonsense with you for two hours today. Isn't it just about being dumped by a woman? Which man hasn't been dumped before? Didn't everyone deal with everything and stand up strong, and here you're looking for death, disgracing our fellow men."

Two heart-piercing roars came from inside and outside the headset at the same time. Kang Shuqiang, the leader of the special police team, was pulled by several team members: "I beg you, surnamed Yan! If you can't speak, then don't speak, okay?!"

The young man shook the iron railing loudly: "Nonsense! Only a poor loser like me who has no money and power will be dumped! Those rich people drive luxury cars and hug beautiful women. How can this society care about the life and death of a loser? !"

"That's not right." Yan Xie didn't hear Kang Shuqiang's roar in the earphone. He stretched out his index finger and shook it, and asked calmly, "Little brother, do you know why I am here today when I was engaged in Criminal investigation? "

Young man: "...?"

"Because my surname is Yan. It's the Yan of Jianning Yize Investment Group. The property under your feet is developed by my family. As long as you jump from here, this building will not be sold. Do you know how much I would lose?"

Young man: "..."

Kang Shuqiang stopped struggling, and squatted on the ground, covering his face in grief: "If I were him, I would push Yan Xie down to die together..."

"Do you think people like me won't be dumped? Naive. If you are dumped, you can still drink two bottles of yellow stuff1, and ask a few friends to sing karaoke. If you drink too much, you can scream and squat on the roof, and you will immediately invite a bunch of 110 and 119 upstairs and downstairs to guard and persuade you. What about me? I was cheated on both money and sex. I gave my sincerity and in the end, lost both money and the person. Did I cry like you and yell to jump off the building?"

"You, you are lying!" The young man's face was full of suspicion.

"Why will I lie to you? Come and see for yourself how many calls I've made to him in the past two days." Yan Xie took out his phone and shook it with a bitter smile: Not to mention money, he drank my six-figure tea like he was watering the flowers. The problem is, we slept together for such a long time in vain. If I were a woman, I would've been pregnant by now. In the end, when it comes to getting married, heh! He slipped faster than a rabbit! He even pretended to be single with me. I asked him why he didn't mention that he was single when the light was turned off and they were on the bed. Does loving his singledom still depend on the situation whether I performed well at night?"