Chapter 72 The Cold-Faced Thousand-Knife King

"Who is Shen Qian?"

Zhu Yunying held a square envelope in her hand, staring at the beautiful handwriting on it, frowning, "Is this someone you know?"

"...I kind of know her. She works at the Shen family in Beijing. Her father is a professor at the medical school. He treated my grandmother before."

He avoided the topic and asked Shen Qian, what was she talking about when she was treating the old lady?

When people are nervous, they talk a lot!

Zhu Yunwei remained expressionless, even taking a few steps forward, handing him the envelope and saying, "She also calls you Brother Shuo."

"Well, she's a few years younger than me..."

Feng Shuo felt inexplicably guilty.

"Take it away. It's not appropriate for me to accept a gift from someone else." Zhu Yunying handed over the letter and pointed at the half-opened box on the table.

She yawned, rubbed her eyes, reached out and grabbed her pajamas, wrapped them tightly around her body, and climbed back into bed.

"I'm so sleepy..."

Zhu Yunwei muttered and crawled into bed.

Only Feng Shuo was left standing in the bedroom with the letter in his hand, his brows furrowed, looking awkward.

Shen Qian is the daughter of the Shen family in Beijing. She used to be a first-class dancer in the Air Force Art Troupe.

A few years ago, during a consolation performance, he encountered extreme weather and unfortunately injured his legs and feet and was forced to leave the stage.

At that time, it was Feng Shuo who saved the person.

But we have rarely been in touch over the years, so why would I send him a letter?

Is it still among the things Yu Jincheng brought?

After a long while, Feng Shuo lowered his head and opened the envelope——

Just a few simple lines.

"Brother Shuo:

I've finished my rehabilitation and hope to be back on stage this year. Lately, while practicing, I've been thinking of you. If you hadn't found me and carried me down the mountain, I'm afraid my legs would have been gone, let alone the chance to dance again.

A few days ago, I went to visit Grandma Feng. She is in good health and everything is fine.

It just so happened that Brother Yu asked me to buy a coffee machine, so I wanted to say to you again: Thank you.

Thank you for saving me and giving me a new life.

I also wish Brother Shuo peace and good luck.

——Shen Qian."

Comrades who work in literature and art are sentimental.

This was Feng Shuo’s first reaction, and then he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

He shook the letter, wanting to show it to Zhu Yunying as well.

I didn’t write anything!

Unfortunately, Zhu Yunwei had fallen asleep again.

Feng Shuo had just reached the edge of the bed when he turned over, rolled away the quilt, and hid his head.

Can't wake him up.

There was no way, Feng Shuo could only give up.

The next morning, when Captain Feng got up for morning training, Zhu Yunying was still sleeping soundly and did not respond even after being called twice.

He was afraid of making people angry, so he deliberately spread the letter out on the bedside table next to Zhu Yunying.

Facts speak louder than words.

As long as she sees the content of the letter, she will not misunderstand.

However, Feng Shuo made a mistake.

Since that night, Zhu Yunying no longer waited for him to come home.

I came back late, not only was the light on in the bedroom, but even the gate to the courtyard was locked.

People are never seen awake.

He did morning training in the morning, while Zhu Yunying slept in.

When he returned to his room at night, Zhu Yunyao went to bed early.

The letter paper spread out on the bedside table remained motionless, even the wrinkles on the corners remained the same.

Now, Feng Shuo finally understood that Zhu Yunwei was angry with him.

He tried to adjust his schedule and wait until Zhu Yunyao got up before leaving the hospital.

But even at noon, no one opened their eyes.

I try not to work overtime, but no matter how early I get home, dinner is always ready at home and even the pots in the kitchen are washed.

In just a few days, Feng Shuo's complexion had visibly deteriorated, his temper had become more changeable, and he was filled with low pressure.

Lu Chen was still proud of his success in giving gifts by hinting at others' ideas, gathering ideas from all sides, and borrowing someone else's gift to pay tribute to the Buddha.

As a result, after waiting for a few days, Feng Shuo didn't praise the coffee machine that came from Beijing, which made him very confused.

"Brother Shuo, is the coffee machine that Lao Yu bought any good? Can we try it too? I heard that the shelf life of the coffee beans is even shorter than that of tea leaves. They won't taste good after a long time."

Lu Chen went over to inquire.

Feng Shuo's face was gloomy, and he glanced at him: "If you want to drink so much, I'll transfer you to Jing City so you can drink as much as you want."

"...Brother Shuo, why are you like a powder keg? Even your sister-in-law must be afraid of you. You're too fierce."

Lu Chen pulled the corner of his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

If you can't afford to offend, just run away.

"Wait—" Feng Shuo stopped him, hesitated, pursed his lips, and coughed lightly, "Am I usually quite fierce?"

"That's right! Brother Shuo, don't you know your nickname?"

Lu Chen became interested. He stood close to the door and could run at any time. He was very brave!

Feng Shuo: "Tell me, what are they?"

Lu Chen began to count on his fingers: "Lord Yama, Rakshasa Ghost, Thirteen Cold Blades..."

"Cold-faced Thirteen Blades?!"

"Yes, it describes your stern face, which can't be broken even if you chop it thirteen times with a big knife!"

"Why thirteen?"

"The squad we were in at the beginning was a special unit with thirteen people! Every one counts, and we all count. Later, we were promoted. When Brother Shuo was the company commander, he was called the Cold-Faced Hundred Blades King, and his company had over a hundred people. Now he's the regimental commander, so that means..."

Lu Chen underestimated the danger and talked freely, but was soon interrupted by Feng Shuo.

"The Cold-Faced Thousand-Knife King?"

Captain Feng snorted coldly, stood up and prepared to walk towards Lu Chen.

He had a fake smile on his face.

Lu Chen opened the door and ran, almost falling flat on his face.

Outside the door, Yu Jincheng was holding a big package.

"Brother Shuo, I just saw it in the mail room and brought it to you." He was still a little curious. "It was sent from Haicheng."

Haicheng?

Feng Shuo originally wanted to reach out and grab Lu Chen who was about to slip away, but now he couldn't care less.

He took the package and opened it without saying a word.

Crash——

A stack of what looked like newspaper clippings scattered from inside.

Yu Jincheng had to bend down to help pick it up.

He really had no intention of taking a peek inside, but the sender enthusiastically signed several photos with a red pen, circling a young man and woman.

The woman was so bright and beautiful that I could recognize her at a glance!

Isn't this my sister-in-law?!

Yu Jincheng looked up at Feng Shuo awkwardly and stammered, "Shuo...Brother Shuo, what's going on? Are you investigating my sister-in-law?"

"go out!"

Feng Shuo's gaze also fell on the photo. His eyes instantly turned cold and his face became gloomy and icy.

He snatched the photo from Yu Jincheng's hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Aren't you leaving yet?!"

Another order to evict you.

Yu Jincheng didn't dare to stay any longer and had to leave.

Before closing the door, he saw Feng Shuo still squatting on the ground. He didn't pick up the photos at all, but just stared at them coldly.

The door was closed.

Before Lu Chen walked far, he heard a bang from inside.

He poked his head back out.

He frowned and pointed his thumb towards the office: "What's going on? What did you send in?"

"It was sent from Haicheng. I guess it was prepared by my sister-in-law's family?"

"It doesn't sound like it! I'm afraid it's a bomb—"