Chapter 68 Greed 11 Little Pink Peach

Kong Yanze can no longer leave Xiaoguanlan. Is it Kong Heng, Chang Qiuyi, or Kong Jiayu? Kong Yanze thought sadly, or maybe they all meant this.

Kong Heng talked to him once, or rather reprimanded him once, but he didn't use the ruler. Zhou Baiqiao's reputation didn't last long, Fang Zijing and Wang Zhiyan came often, Kong Yanze hid several times, overturned the table and smashed a few plates.

Kong Heng didn't teach him a lesson, but just warned him that if he still wanted to dance on stage, he should behave himself. The troupe needed sponsorship, and any one of them could crush his dream with pressure.

Kong Yanze behaved himself for a few days, endured for a few days, and counted the days until the day he would go on stage.

"Yan, is everything okay recently?"

Kong Yanze was squatting under the peach tree, looking up at the peaches that were about to ripen and talking on the phone to the director of the dance troupe. It would be time to go on stage tomorrow.

Although he is the chief, he still has to compete for the position. He likes it this way, where the most capable get the job, and he has the ability to do so.

"Everything is fine. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with you for some time." He spoke the foreign language fluently.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and then he said: "Yan, your basic skills have always been solid. You are still so young, and there is still a long way to go in the future, and there will be many opportunities. I hope you don't feel too disappointed..."

Kong Yanze suddenly couldn't understand what he was saying. He slowly stood up, holding on to the peach tree. The bright and beautiful sunset glow in the sky enveloped him. Everything seemed so beautiful that it didn't seem real.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?"

"Yan, we need the support of sponsors. In addition to the beautiful art world, we also have reality."

Kong Yanze was not surprised at all. He had been acting crazy during this period, his mind was blank, and he tried hard not to think about anything else.

At this moment, the hanging spider silk finally broke.

"Who was it? My father, or someone else?"

"Yan, you will have better things in the future..."

Kong Yanze hung up the phone, turned around and saw Kong Jiayu standing aside looking at him, hesitating and not knowing what to say to him.

"Ah, it seems you already knew it."

Was it Kong Heng, Fang Zijing or Wang Zhiyan who did it? It didn't matter at all. They wanted to teach him a lesson and make him obey, so how could they not use this method?

No wonder there was no movement, it seemed like they were waiting for him to bow his head.

"Yan Ze, stop making trouble." Kong Jiayu didn't dare to look at him, his tone was tired.

Kong Yanze looked at Kong Jiayu: "Kong Jiayu, look at me and say it again?"

Kong Jiayu took a quick, deep breath and turned to look at Kong Yanze.

"You should grow up, right? Do you know what has happened to the Kong family? Kong Heng may be fine, but what about the Kong family? This is your home too!"

Kong Yanze let out a sigh and held onto the peach tree as if he was having trouble breathing.

"Home?"

He raised his head and looked at Kong Jiayu calmly: "Did the Kong family get to this point because of me? It was Kong Heng, it was you, it was all of you, but not me."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? Fang Zijing and Wang Zhiyan are jealous of me and are attacking the Kong family for me? Just for me?! It's Jinnan that Kong Heng doesn't want to let go! It's for profit, they want to swallow up the Kong family."

Kong Yanze supported the small peach tree and felt a little dizzy. He calmed down and looked at Kong Jiayu.

"Look, I don't know nothing."

Kong Yanze looked at Xiaoguanlan in the dusk. It was very beautiful, with scenery everywhere and exquisiteness everywhere. Many places were designed by Chang Qiuyi and them, even the flowers and trees.

After saying that, he turned and left without looking at Kong Jiayu. There were dark clouds in the sky with the setting sun, and it was going to rain soon.

*

The rain lasted for a whole day and night. It was still raining on Kong Yanze's birthday, so all activities on the lawn were moved inside. Kong Yanze hid in the dance studio without changing his clothes. His birthday was celebrated in the front yard, and it was not affected at all without him.

He lay on the wooden floor, turned his head to look outside at the dark and rainy weather. From afar he saw the bright lights in Xiaoguanlan and people coming and going.

None of that belonged to him.

No one came to call him. His birthday itself was just an excuse to socialize. He got up and turned on the stereo, turning the volume up to maximum. The melodious violin music flowed out smoothly, the piano popped out along with the rhythm, and the low velvety cello supported the melody.

Kong Yanze tightened his dancing shoes, and his wrinkled and tormented heart was smoothed out. He leaned on the wooden block to stretch his legs, stood up lightly, lowered his head and walked two steps to the music, dancing lightly and gracefully.

"So he's hiding here."

Kong Yanze looked up at the door, where Kong Heng and the two young masters were standing. Kong Yanze felt a chill and rudely interrupted the music. The sound of wind and rain outside filled the room again.

He turned and left, ignoring the playful gazes of the two young masters. The rain curtain was like a waterfall, and water vapor splashed into the corridor. Kong Heng's voice could be faintly heard in it.

"I'm upset because I can't perform on stage recently."

"Uncle Kong, this is really not a big deal, just a greeting." Wang Zhiyan said with a smile as he looked at Kong Yanze not far away.

Fang Zijing stood on the other side, also looking at Kong Yanze's pale face: "But he has to beg for it anyway."

Kong Heng gave Kong Yanze a warning look.

"Why don't you dance for us here? Let us see." Fang Zijing seemed to have thought of something and added with a smile: "Dance with your clothes on."

Wang Zhiyan laughed in a low voice with him, and the noisy sound of rain scratched his eardrums. Kong Heng laughed along and looked at him with urging eyes.

Kong Yanze turned around and looked at them, then threw his dancing shoes into the rain in front of them.

"I can't jump."

*

After the guests left one after another, it was still pouring rain outside the window, the sky was gloomy and dark, and there was not a trace of sunlight.

Kong Heng had a gloomy face. He tried to keep the noise of the servants coming and going at the dining table as low as possible. The sound of the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier.

Kong Yanze sat at the dining table, opposite him was Kong Jiayu, and Chang Qiuyi sat next to him.

"What's your attitude towards Master Jing and Master Wang today? I paid you to learn dancing, but when the time came, you said you didn't know how to dance?"

"I can't dance." Kong Yanze sneered. "From today on, I won't dance anymore."

Kong Heng was so angry that he slammed the table and asked the servant to get a ruler: "Is this the time for you to be willful?"

"Willful, naive, stupid, dumb." Kong Yanze smiled and picked up a fork, scratching it back and forth on the porcelain plate, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"What other words can you say?" Kong Yanze looked at Kong Heng with a smile: "I said, from today on I won't dance anymore."

"What else do you want to threaten me with?"

Kong Heng was so angry that his face was shaking. He looked at Kong Yanze and said with gritted teeth: "You have been a little wild recently. You almost forgot your last name."

Then he looked at his face and suddenly sneered.

"Actually, there's no need for you to be like this. When your mother was your age, she was a famous socialite in the circle, and she made a lot of money for the Chang family. She gave you this face and supported you in dancing, maybe just to make you..."

Before he could finish his words, Kong Yanze had already thrown the plate in his hand at Kong Heng.

"Shut up!"

Kong Heng stood up suddenly, Aunt Chang didn't hold him back, Kong Jiayu blocked Kong Yanze's way. Kong Yanze pushed Kong Jiayu away and looked at Kong Heng's shocked and angry face.

"You don't deserve to mention her."

Kong Heng took a step back and raised his hand to slap him. Kong Yanze looked at him indifferently, provoking him.

"Go ahead and smash my face, Father."

Kong Heng grabbed the ruler and hit him on the back, waist and hips. Kong Jiayu went to block him and was also hit several times, and the ruler broke.

Kong Yanze looked at Kong Heng sarcastically as he fell back after the ruler broke. Kong Jiayu looked at him anxiously. Chang Qiuyi's eyes were calm and peaceful, hiding a trace of heartache. For a moment, the only sound was Kong Heng's heavy breathing.

"From now on, just treat me as if I'm not a member of the Kong family."

He stepped on the broken ruler and walked into the rainstorm. The sky was dark and heavy, and the rain was falling fast and heavy, hitting his body and hurting him. Kong Yanze passed by the small flower hall, where the grass, trees and flowers blocked the rain, and Kong Yanze found a knife.

He walked all the way to the small peach tree and found that the fruits were ripe. Even in the continuous rain, he could still smell the sweet aroma of ripeness, and the fruits were plump and bright red.

"Mom, you're right."

Kong Yanze found that he was calmer than ever before. The more angry he was, the more sober he became. He walked under the tree and picked the peach, thinking of the exchange Zhou Baiqiao mentioned and the small mole when he lowered his eyes.

If you're going to sell it, why not find someone who can offer the highest price?

Kong Yanze smiled, raised his knife and chopped at the tree trunk. The small peach tree trembled, rain poured on him, and his vision was blurred.

Kong Yanze chopped until he was exhausted, and only made a big cut, but it was still there. Finally, he gave up, threw away the knife that was numb from the shock, and hugged the peach.

He walked towards the side door and was ready to climb over the wall, but he saw Kong Jiayu standing there.

Kong Yanze didn't stop, Kong Jiayu smiled and opened the door.

"sorry."

Kong Yanze didn't answer him, nor did he look back. He ran out along the path in the rain, holding the peach. It was raining heavily and dark, and Kong Yanze didn't look at the direction, but just kept running out.

He didn't pay attention to his feet until he tripped and fell.

Kong Yanze fell pretty hard, and he was limping when he got up. One side of the peach was broken. Kong Yanze sat down on the spot, hugging his knees, and looking forward, he could vaguely see the road and the flashing car lights.

Suddenly, a wisp of calm sandalwood scent, cooled by the cold rain, drifted over, and then a pair of leather Oxford shoes stepped on the water and stood in front of him. Kong Yanze looked up and saw a black umbrella blocking his head.

Zhou Baiqiao looked down at him. He was wearing a dark blue suit, holding a black umbrella in his big hand, with a part of his white shirt exposed at his wrist. He looked dignified and restrained.

"Fighting again?"

Kong Yanze was silent for a while, then lowered his head to look at his leather shoes and trouser legs. He stepped on the ground, but it was not stained with dirty water. However, his own slippers were so dirty that they were unbearable to look at.

"Hmm." Kong Yanze looked up at him, but met his eyes. It turned out that he had been looking at him.

The lights of the black luxury car parked behind him were on, illuminating the gloomy rainy night and illuminating his entire body.

"I ran out to find you." Kong Yanze bit his lower lip after saying this, not knowing how to continue.

Zhou Baiqiao hummed and watched him rest his head on his knees tiredly. He was shivering in the cool night breeze, but he still forced himself to stand up.

He was soaked by the rain, and half of his pretty face was swollen. His eyes no longer had the carefree look of the past. There was some fear, and some relief, in his eyes. He held the pink peach in front of him.

"Uncle Zhou, this peach is for you."

Zhou Baiqiao suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the black umbrella fell to the ground. He put his arms around Kong Yanze's waist, lowered his head and lightly kissed his lips.

In the sound of rain, his voice was low and cold: "Open."

Kong Yanze couldn't help shivering, probably because of the cold. He pressed himself against Zhou Baiqiao, feeling his hot body temperature beneath his cold and calm appearance. His eyelashes trembled and he dared not raise them.

He heard Zhou Baiqiao's command, opened his mouth, and docilely welcomed his slippery tongue, like a snake, but not so hot. Zhou Baiqiao sucked his lower lip, licked it lightly, and bit his lip bead hard.

His palm crawled along his wrist and held the hand holding the peach, with the peach between his palms. The gurgling sound was not only the sound of the peach being crushed by his fingers, but also the sound of the tip of his tongue being kissed.

Kong Yanze leaned against him, everything was a mess and he didn't know what to do.

Zhou Baiqiao exhaled some hot air that lingered on his face, and slowly separated his lips, the wet red tip of his tongue parted to hook up with the transparent saliva. Zhou Baiqiao saw his tightly closed eyes, smiled softly, and gently pressed his lips against his eyelashes, gently and intimately.

"Little pink peach."