Chen Jianfeng got up and took a bottle of baijiu from the antique shelf.
“I’ve treasured this bottle of wine for forty years. It was a gift from my teacher. Let’s have a drink with him.” He sat down, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Mo Huaixing, and drank the other.
He looked so relaxed and at ease. It was as if everything was light and insignificant.
Mo Huaixing stared at his reaction and asked, "Just for that little bit of empty fame, you took out the other three undercover agents who were working with me?"
"Yes!" Chen Jianfeng drank another glass of wine.
Mo Huaixing slammed down his wine glass and roared, "If that's the case, why did you approve the Return to the Nest Plan in the first place? Why didn't you take care of me too?"
Chen Jianfeng forced a smile, raised his hand as if to touch the young man in front of him, but ultimately lowered his hand and drank another glass of wine.
The wine glass slammed onto the table with a crisp sound.
Under the dim light of the desk lamp, his face appeared unusually flushed, his eyes bloodshot, his hands pressed against his chest, veins bulging, and the air filled with his rapid breathing.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Huaixing noticed his abnormality and hurriedly went around the desk to look at him. The symptoms were exactly like a disulfiram-like reaction.
"You took cephalosporin?" Mo Huaixing hurriedly helped Chen Jianfeng up. "Come on, let's go to the hospital."
At this moment, Gan Tang pushed open the door and walked in. "Mo Huaixing, there are police cars on the way."
Chen Jianfeng grabbed Mo Huaixing's arm and took a bank card from the drawer.
"Over the years, he's been very careful in contacting me, leaving no evidence. Only this bank card has all the money he transferred to me; you can..."
Mo Huaixing said urgently, "Let's go to the hospital first, let's go to the hospital first and then we'll talk."
"Don't tell Qianqian why her father became a bad person." Chen Jianfeng pushed Mo Huaixing away with all his might and said with self-mockery, "How absurd it is that the one who judges becomes the one who is judged."
Therefore, he chose to end his own life.
"Teacher!" he finally called out.
A light shone in Chen Jianfeng's bloodshot eyes as he answered his question: "Because you are my best student."
With his last ounce of strength, he pushed Mo Huaixing away and finally collapsed onto the portrait he had been sketching for so long, a portrait of himself as a child.
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