Rose of Heaven

205-206

The momentary emotional ups and downs in Cheng Yaosi's eyes soon turned into a coldness.
The car drove out for a distance and skidded, almost hitting the green belt.
There were few people on this road, and the car was parked alone in the middle of the road.
Cheng Yaosi looked out the window, and saw a dark and neat patch of green plants, like a row of thick walls that could not be penetrated.
Just like someone's heart.
He took out a cigarette from the box, and the lighter didn't light several times, indicating that something was not going well tonight. The fourth time, his patience was almost exhausted, and the fire finally lit up. He leaned over, and his eyebrows were also dyed with heavy colors by the light.
The bitter and coolness was drawn into the lungs, but he didn't feel any comfort. Instead, the anger in his chest became more and more solid. The street lights were dim and dazzling, and suddenly turned into a fragmented picture, overlapping into double images. In the past few days, it still had the ability to make him tense up instantly.
Cheng Yaosi turned his head and stared at the phone, suppressing his curiosity. After she brought him such great pain and humiliation, he was still curious.
Not knowing whether to be angry with her or with himself, Cheng Yaosi faced the unknown in silence in the small carriage.
Suddenly, the phone rang again.
His eyebrows twitched quickly, and after seeing clearly, they lowered again.
It was Yu Wan.
"Hello--"
Cheng Yaosi said nothing, and hummed lightly. He seemed to be in a low mood most of the time, so Yu Wan didn't care about this one, and said to herself: "I'm going back to China tomorrow, and I met Zhao Qian in Los Angeles. He is getting married and wants to invite you, but he's afraid you won't agree. I'll ask about your intentions privately."
"No time." Cheng Yaosi perfunctorily.
Yu Wan was furious: "You didn't even hear the date, and you said you didn't have time. Okay, I know what you mean. By the way, I heard from Chen Weiqing that you were looking for a psychologist?"
Cheng Yaosi had a headache and said calmly: "Do you hate him so much that you reported to his employer that he has no professional ethics?"
Yu Wan realized something and made amends: "You forgot what my sister does. He asked my sister, and my sister told me. I guessed it."
Cheng Yaosi ignored her true or false words, and his thoughts were drawn to the word "psychologist".
Yu Wan didn't hear a response for a long time, and fed her two sentences: "You won't be angry, right?"
But Cheng Yaosi answered the question irrelevantly, saying: "Yu Wan, how long have you liked Li Mingze?"
Yu Wan was stunned: "Why are you asking this, helping Dr. Chen to find out the enemy situation?"
"No, I'm curious, I want to know what your mentality is to be his fiancée. After so many years, aren't you sad?"
Yu Wan liked Li Mingze. Few people knew that she liked him, and she never discussed this issue with others. Unexpectedly, the first person to ask her would be Cheng Yaosi.
She didn't understand much, so she naturally didn't think that Cheng Yaosi had lost his mind and fell in love with someone else. However, Yu Wan trusted Cheng Yaosi's tight-lippedness, and suddenly she also had a desire to talk.
"I'm sad, what should I do? If I'm sad, won't I give up in the end?" "
It took you so long to give up?"
"This kind of thing is hard to say. Some people may give up in a day or two, while others may never give up in their entire lives. You should understand. You've been in love with your classmate for many years. But you and I are different. Li Mingze is not a good person. There are a lot of women around him. In fact, I knew it a long time ago, but he doesn't like me. Of course, he doesn't care what I think, or whether I'm sad or not. If I don't like him because he doesn't care, and I can control myself, then it's not love. It's actually quite shameless, but there's nothing I can do. This is the nature... But why do I feel that you like someone again..."
Yu Wan talked a lot, and suddenly found something wrong, and started gossiping.
But there was only a beep on the other side.
...
Luxury house in Xiangcheng Mid-Levels.
At three or four in the middle of the night, the mansion was brightly lit.
Yuan Jianbang, a middle-aged and fat man, sat in the middle of the sofa. His eyes were slightly red, and the silver-white hair on both sides of his temples was dancing under the light. He looked cold and cruel, staring at the place in front of him in deep thought. Suddenly there was movement at the door. He looked up and saw that several brothers who followed Yuan Minghe to Donggang flew back overnight.
Several people walked to the table. Yuan Jianbang leaned forward, picked up the pistol on the table, and pointed it at the legs of several people.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."
The bullets were all used up, and the whole room was wailing.
He glanced at his men, and his men got the signal and asked others to drag them away to get bullets. When it came to the last one, Yuan Jianbang said, "Ah Hui, stay."
Ah Hui was closest to Yuan Minghe, and Yuan Minghe took him wherever he went.
Ah Hui was shot in the thigh, and his teeth trembled with pain, but facing Yuan Jianbang's sinister glare at this time, he did not dare to scream, and could only cover the wound and grit his teeth to endure.
Yuan Jianbang calmed himself down and said in a hoarse voice, "You were following Ah He over there. You know this matter best. Who did he offend? Is it possible that the Zhou family did it?"
Ah Hui took a deep breath, endured a sharp and piercing pain, and replied in a trembling voice, "Mr. He knew what to do this time, and he has been very restrained. He hasn't had many conflicts with others. Once we had a fight in a bar, and the other party was an ordinary person, so we paid some money to settle the matter. Another time was with Scar, the boss of the scattered goods. That time we all drew our guns, but we were fine in the end. Another time was in that live house, and we were taken to the police station. That person was not ordinary, but we didn't find out who he was."
Yuan Jianbang rubbed his fingers back and forth on the gun, and suddenly said, "The man in the live house, see you again, can you recognize him?"
Ah Hui recalled the tall and cold man, who was full of momentum and silence in the chaos, and nodded affirmatively, "Okay."
Yuan Jianbang asked him how he was doing in finding out about the Zhou family.
Ah Hui informed them of the situation. Zhou Chang only knew how to have fun and could not control his subordinates. Knowing that they intended to go north, several people contacted Yuan Minghe, but their attitudes were ambiguous and their conversations did not touch on fundamental interests.
Speaking of bars, Ah Hui suddenly remembered something, and with a determined look, he said to Yuan Jianbang: "Before Mr. He died, he mentioned a woman in the live house. Her name seemed to be Lin...Lin Jingmo."
...
The long night was over, and the sky was filled with rosy morning glow.
The Zhou family mansion was crowded.
Zhou Weiran had not slept all night. He dozed on the sofa for a while, and soon he was awakened by the footsteps and discussions of various people. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Yanzheng and his men coming down the stairs.
He changed his clothes, wearing black clothes and black pants. Behind the stairs was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting the color of the morning sun. Zhou Yanzheng's thin shoulders carried several rays of sunlight, and a line in the middle, clearly distinguishing between light and darkness.
This scene had an indescribable impact. Zhou Weiran felt like he was still asleep. He blinked twice and saw Zhou Yanzheng approaching him.
"Brother." He stood up and called him. Zhou Yanzheng wrinkled his nose and looked over. Zhou Weiran was frightened by his stare and quickly begged for mercy: "I didn't smoke. You know how strong that stuff smells. I got it from smoking."
At this time, Uncle Cheng came in from outside and said to Zhou Yanzheng, "Yanzheng, everyone is here."
"Yeah." He responded and let Zhou Weiran go. Seeing Uncle Cheng's eyes were red from working so hard, he said, "Uncle Cheng, you've worked hard."
In a blink of an eye, dozens of people entered the ancestral hall.
Each person held three incense sticks, and the air was filled with smoke.
In their line of work, everyone sleeps until noon and comes out to work in the afternoon. When they wake people up early in the morning, few dare to complain. Most of them are curious. When they wake up, the Zhou family has changed. Zhou Hao's son, who rarely appears, is going to be the boss. I heard that he used to be a university teacher. Some people whispered, no wonder he gets up so early and works a nine-to-five white-collar job.
How fresh.
Zhou Weiran also found it fresh.
He glanced around. His eldest brother was leading the way and standing at the front. He was thin and had straight shoulders. He looked out of place with the gangsters in the room.
But after he bowed three times and turned his head, his plain expression had a kind of calmness that could accept all rivers.
Everyone put the incense sticks into the incense altar, and finally,
they all stopped talking and looked at Zhou Yanzheng. He glanced at everyone and raised his voice slightly, "I have nothing to say, only one sentence, from now on, your affairs are my Zhou Yanzheng's affairs."
............
"Zhou Yanzheng——"
Lin Jingmo screamed and woke up from a nightmare, sweating profusely.
For two consecutive nights, she dreamed that Zhou Yanzheng was lying in a pool of blood with bullet holes all over his body.
These two days, Zhou Yanzheng was busy dealing with things and kept in touch with Lin Jingmo by phone. Lin Jingmo knew that Ye Zhongxu agreed with Zhou Yanzheng's method and secretly helped him to smooth things over on the case.
Today, he said that Yuan Jianbang wanted to meet him in Nanyue. The reason for choosing Nanyue was that the underworld boss of Nanyue came forward and asked both sides to sit down and talk. Outside Nanyue, life and death were not a big deal, but once in Nanyue, no one could do anything.
She looked at the watch and it was just past five o'clock. She got up and drank a sip of water, took out her mobile phone, and found that in her work group, the small publicity work was done until midnight.
She had no work to do these days. She would be going abroad to attend Fashion Week in a week. There were constant updates on her new schedule in the work group.
She opened the group and scrolled up to see a photo. For a moment, her blood froze.
The propaganda below shattered her fantasy.
"Momo was photographed in a bar. The fans have deleted it, but it was reposted on the forum. The public opinion in the comments is not bad."
It was the day Yuan Minghe died.