"You're still drinking now? You really don't want to live anymore." Ye Xingchen glanced at him and withdrew her hand. "It's actually not difficult to cure your heart disease."
"You can cure it?" Sang Qing patted his chest and glanced at Ye Xingchen.
"If I said I could cure it, would you believe me?" Ye Xingchen spread his hands.
"Heh, I believe you, but why did you save me?" Sang Qing sneered, "You saved me, so I have to listen to you? If that's the case, you might as well let me fend for myself."
"Fine, fine, you can fend for yourself then," Ye Xingchen said leisurely. "You may not have any relatives, but at least you have children, right? You're not exactly without any attachments in this world. Don't you really care at all?"
"Haha, I've always been alone. I have no children, so what do I have to worry about?" Sang Qing laughed heartily, but there was a hint of sorrow in his laughter.
Yes, his fate was sealed from birth. The blue birthmark on his face made him ugly, and he never received love from his parents.
Growing up, he has no friends, no lover, and children? Where did he get children from?
He has many women around him, but these women are nothing more than one-night stands or simply after his money. Who has ever had a child with him?
“Looking at your face, there’s a red glow in your ‘child’s palace,’ which indicates you’re having children at a young age. If I’m not mistaken, your child is at least eighteen years old now,” Ye Xingchen said. “Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Facial features are never wrong.”
"You...you're telling the truth?" Sang Qing asked in a trembling voice, as if he had remembered something.
He remembered a woman in the village who was plain-looking but the only one who didn't mind his ugliness.
Moreover, he gave his virginity to that woman, and he spent the longest time with her, a full six months.
Later, he left the village to seek his fortune elsewhere. On the eve of his departure, the woman gave him a red string as a keepsake, which he still keeps to this day.
That year, he was eighteen years old, and now he has been away from home for eighteen years.
Over the years, he has endured hard labor and scorn, struggling at the very bottom of society.
He was owed wages by his unscrupulous boss, and when he asked for some medical expenses while running a high fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius, he was beaten and kicked by his boss instead.
Finally, he grabbed a knife and stabbed the other man in the heart.
That was his first murder. He smashed his boss's desk, took out 10,000 yuan, and fled to the border...
Over the years, he risked his life, met his benefactors, and gradually made his way to where he is today.
He originally thought he was a worthless person with no ties in the world, but he never expected that he would have a son.
"Of course it's true. Not everyone's life story is written on their face, but most people's life experiences are reflected in their appearance," Ye Xingchen said. "If you don't believe me, just send someone to check. I don't need you to believe it's true."
"But if this is true, are you willing to accept it?" Ye Xingchen watched the changes in his face: "You have a son, but you have never seen this son. Are you willing to die like this?"
"Stop talking, stop talking." Sang Qing rubbed his hands together, trying to recover from his shock. "Do you have anything else to say? If not, you can leave."
"It's alright, I'm leaving." Ye Xingchen turned and left.
After having someone escort Ye Xingchen away, Sang Qing immediately summoned his most trusted henchman and ordered him to travel to the far north overnight to inquire about a woman... He wanted to verify Ye Xingchen's statement.
He hadn't set foot in the village for eighteen years, and he didn't know if the small mountain village he remembered was still there.
He didn't know if that woman hadn't married or if she had been waiting for him all along.
All of this was crucial to him. If what Ye Xingchen said was true, then he... had to make sure he could live a good life.
Ye Xingchen returned to his residence, where Bai Zilin was still waiting for him.
"Why are you only coming back now? It's already two in the morning." Bai Zilin looked at him with a hint of resentment. "You didn't even send a message. I wanted to contact you but I was afraid of bothering you."
"Okay, from now on, let me know if you come back late." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Do you know what kind of life you've already entered?"
"What kind of life?" Bai Zilin was slightly taken aback.
"Married life is like a woman waiting for her husband to come home from work," Ye Xingchen said, using a metaphor.
"Ugh, can you stop being so cheeky?" Bai Zilin couldn't help but punch Ye Xingchen. Women say no, but their faces are full of joy.
Ah, women, they're so two-faced.
"I went to their hideout today." Ye Xingchen thought for a moment and decided to report to her.
"What kind of hideout?" Bai Zilin's interest was instantly piqued.
"The drug manufacturing den," Ye Xingchen said, "is very large, covering an area of several thousand square meters, and has at least thirty security guards armed with automatic weapons."
"Really?" Bai Zilin could barely breathe. She asked urgently, "Where? How many people are there exactly? What is the shipment volume?"
“I don’t know the shipment volume, but judging from where they’ve stacked the finished goods, it must be at least this many.” Ye Xingchen held up one finger.
"How much is this? One hundred jin?" Bai Zilin asked tentatively.
"Guess again." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "Guess boldly."
"One hundred kilograms?" Bai Zilin was taken aback. She had been transferred here from the criminal police department, and all she knew about the sentencing for this kind of thing was, but she didn't know how much stuff a large den could hold.
"At least one ton." Ye Xingchen dropped a bombshell.
Bai Zilin's face paled instantly. She held her breath and asked cautiously, "One ton?"
“Yes, one ton, and more than that. I know they shipped a batch before, which was sold to Vietnam, but I don’t know the exact amount. If they didn’t ship it, the quantity would be even greater,” Ye Xingchen said.
"My God, my God..." Bai Zilin was dumbfounded: "They'll have to station troops here, this is too outrageous..."
"Don't rush, our primary target is still Huang Tai," Ye Xingchen said. "He is the mastermind behind it all. Whether it's me or the police, our ultimate goal is this person."
"No matter how much the other party wants it now, you have to be patient. A small act of impatience can ruin a big plan."
“Okay, I know, I’ll listen to you. Let me have some time to calm down. One ton…” Bai Zilin turned her head to the side. She couldn’t imagine how much one ton of drugs actually was, no matter how hard she tried.
"I really regret telling you about this." Ye Xingchen stared at her: "See, you're getting agitated again."
"I'm calm... I've always been calm," Bai Zilin denied.
"Look at you, you don't seem calm at all," Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
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