Chapter 123 Less Than Forty Asians
"I just finished attending a party, and suddenly some things came to mind."
The night air was chilly, and Lu Zhenyu pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders.
On the other end, Feng Jinzhou, who had become much more awake, sat up in bed and put his arm on his knee. "You can tell me about it."
She gazed silently at the calm lake surface; though a breeze was blowing, there were no ripples.
The person on the other end wasn't in a hurry for her silence and waited quietly.
After a long while, a gentle, warm voice came from the receiver.
"Jin Zhou, have I forgotten someone who was very important to me in the past?"
The unlit bedroom was even darker than the night outside the window, and the phoenix eyes hidden within flickered slightly.
After a moment of silence, Feng Jinzhou asked, "Did you have fun?"
Looking back on these three years, she has traversed rolling green hills, vast ocean coastlines, and boundless deserts, exploring every corner of the world that has been hidden away.
The answer is undoubtedly, "Happy, very happy."
A faint smile curved her thin lips. "So you want to come back?"
Lu Zhenyu lay down, burying her face in her hands. "Then will you tell me?"
Three years ago, she made a promise with Feng Jinzhou: once she had had enough fun and wanted to settle down, he would tell her about her past if she wanted to know.
Stepping to the floor-to-ceiling window, the man looked up at the clear, bright night sky. "I'll tell you when I get back."
Lu Zhenyu's fox-like eyes, reflecting the stars, flickered slightly. She straightened up and sat cross-legged. "Okay! Goodbye."
A low laugh came from the other end of the line, "So you can say that now too."
"Didn't you teach me that we shouldn't say goodbye, but rather say farewell, so that we won't part ways?"
Although she didn't see him often over the years, she remembered everything he said and the skills he taught her.
You heartless bastard, you haven't forgotten your feelings.
But the light in Feng Jinzhou's eyes dimmed slightly. "If you think back to the past, will you still remember these words?"
Without hesitation, the girl replied, "Of course I'll remember. I'll never forget it."
…
One year later.
"I'm sorry, Manbao, things have been quite busy at the front lines lately, so I don't think I'll be able to make it to your wedding."
"It's okay, Zhenzhen also said she can't come back." Feng Manman came out of the bathroom, rubbing her face mask, and plopped back onto the sofa.
"I was thinking of having one event with two families and friends first, and then having another event when everyone is together."
Shi Yiqiao on the other end of the phone strongly agreed with this idea, but when Lu Zhenyu was mentioned, she remembered, "By the way, how are Duan Xier and Zheng Yaozong doing now? I heard at the end of last year that Zheng Yaozong died, is it true?"
Mentioning these two people, Feng Manman's expression turned solemn, and she sighed, "They're dead. They died of organ failure. Duan Xi'er died right after the New Year, by biting her tongue and committing suicide."
Shi Yiqiao chuckled, "So heroic."
The woman who used to fight tooth and nail to survive, who was impossible to kill no matter what, ended up biting her tongue and committing suicide.
It has to be said that this ending is quite poignant.
Feng Manman scoffed, "For the two of them, even death would be a blessing."
In recent years, Feng Manman had visited and seen the two people locked in the basement. They looked more like ghosts than ghosts, and they couldn't be recognized as human beings at all.
Even though she hated Duan Xi'er so much, she couldn't bear to see the woman looking like that.
"So, the title of ruthless and decisive 'King of Hell' from the Shen family isn't for nothing."
It wasn't just a worthwhile trip; it was the pinnacle of excellence.
Feng Manman said, "Didn't you see what the online book reviewers said? He's now one of the most powerful people in the capital, with immense influence. Who would dare to mess with him?"
Shi Yiqiao: "Then you, as the wife of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, still give people attitude."
Despite being cannon fodder in Syria every day, Shi Yiqiao knows everything that's going on in Beijing.
Feng Manman chuckled, "I used to be genuinely unafraid of him, but now I'm just pretending not to be afraid because Zhenzhen is backing me up. It's still a different story in essence."
When talking about these two ill-fated lovers, Shi Yiqiao felt both regret and heartache.
"So he really didn't bother Zhenzhen for four years straight?" I still couldn't believe that Shen Jingsi could do such a thing. "Could he really have resisted?"
Whether they can resist or not is unknown, but they certainly haven't seen it on the surface.
Thinking about the changes in the man, Feng Manman showed some satisfaction. "Things are different now. Before, Zhenzhen was steady and composed but impetuous. Now, in my opinion, the two of them have completely switched roles."
"Where has Zhenzhen gone lately?"
Mentioning this sister, Feng Manman couldn't help but sigh, stretching her slender, fair legs as she leaned back onto the sofa.
"I went rock climbing on the icebergs in Norway a while ago, and I'm in Stockholm these days. There's an international awards ceremony tomorrow."
The girl had barely finished speaking when her full, glistening lips were suddenly pressed down by a head that seemed to fall from the sky.
Shi Yiqiao said a few words of envy, then realized there was no sound from the other end. He said "hello" twice and then hung up.
The barrage of kisses gave Feng Manman no chance to catch her breath. In the blink of an eye, the woman, her bathrobe wide open, was grabbed by the waist and thrown onto the bed.
Just as Shen Jinchuan rolled over and pressed down on her, she used her broad shoulders to hold him down.
"When did you get back? Didn't you say it would be another four days?"
Having not seen his wife for three months, Rui's eyes burned with lust.
“My brother has to go abroad for some business, so I’ll cover for him for two days when I get back.”
He pressed down on her again, and after a passionate, wet kiss, Feng Manman, panting heavily, seized an opportunity to ask, "Why did he go abroad?"
If you're constantly being assassinated in the country, going abroad would be like courting death.
Shen Jinchuan didn't want to waste a single moment, and quickly stripped the man naked and pinned him down.
"Um."
The girl's eyes grew increasingly unfocused. She clutched her head to her chest and relentlessly pressed on, "Tell me!"
A moment later, a head popped out from the chest, "Going to Sweden for an awards ceremony."
--"What did you say?!"
"Aren't you going to the awards ceremony?"
In the Rolls-Royce business class car heading to the Stockholm Grand Hotel, Yaya glared at Lu Zhenyu, who was fiddling with her phone next to her.
Hearing the word "yes" makes people want to explode.
“My dear sister, my dear sister, that’s the world’s most prestigious literary award, something so many people are eager to learn from. You’re just going to say you won’t go?”
After ordering the tickets, Lu Zhenyu put her phone back in her pocket. "You can go in my place, okay?"
Yaya was so angry her hair stood on end. "I'm not the award-winning author Zhen Si, what would it make of me to go? Besides, if you go, the international influence and exposure will increase, and our Zhenai Foundation will never have to worry about raising funds again!"
"Then it's the same whether you go or not."
Yaya choked and blinked twice.
That seems... to make sense.
Seeing that the person's momentum was gradually weakening, Lu Zhenyu patted her shoulder and said, "Relax, you go and accept the award for me. I'll attend all the banquets hosted by the Zhenai Foundation this year for you, okay?"
Yaya was a little skeptical, squinting as she looked the person up and down. "Really?"
Lu Zhenyu rolled her eyes at her and explained seriously, "It's not that I don't want to accept the award, it's that I don't want to expose myself."
"Isn't being a big star good?"
"Not everyone wants to be a big star. I'm living a comfortable and peaceful life, and I'm happy with my life."
The two argued all the way, but in the end they went along with Lu Zhenyu's wishes.
There's nothing we can do about it; after all, he's both a famous writer and her boss.
It was already late at night when we arrived at the hotel, and the business class vehicle was parked steadily on the side of the road.
Seeing that they were still some distance from the hotel entrance, Yaya asked, "Why don't we drive over there?"
Driver: "The road ahead is blocked."
The two looked up and saw that the road was indeed blocked.
A group of uniformed security personnel, guns in hand, searched around the hotel entrance, completely surrounding it.
The two girls got off the car one after the other. Yaya was stunned. "Huh? May I ask if this is an emperor going to war or an empress going out for a stroll? Such a grand procession."
As they were talking, the door of the specially modified van opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out as the hotel owner personally came forward to greet him.
Seeing Lu Zhenyu frowning as she looked over, Yaya patted her shoulder, "You can't see clearly because you have night blindness, right?"
Lu Zhenyu nodded.
"I didn't see her face directly, but her profile is already stunning. I'd estimate she's 189cm tall, under 40, and Asian."
Seeing Lu Zhenyu looking at her so seriously, she raised an eyebrow, "Handsome~~ Absolutely handsome~~"
Lu Zhenyu chuckled and, with a hint of helplessness, pushed her head away with her finger.
"Be more reserved, it doesn't make it seem like we're lustful."
Yaya pouted, "Can't I even share my inner thoughts?"
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