Chapter 41 I can’t persuade him. The person who can persuade him… is dead.
After returning to Jiangcheng, Su Yu has been very busy recently, and Gu Manman, as her "personal assistant", is naturally not idle either.
That morning, Su Yu suddenly needed a cool enough sports car as a prop, so she called Lin Anbo.
Not long after, a silver-gray Aston Martin stopped at the entrance of the set, attracting many passers-by to watch and take pictures.
Lin Anbo got out of the car.
"Mr. Lin, thank you! You are really helpful!" Su Yu gave him a thumbs up.
Gu Manman stood beside him and smiled at him too.
At this moment, there was suddenly a commotion at the entrance of the park, mixed with the screams of fans.
A convoy of several black nanny cars and security vehicles drove slowly and stopped at the entrance of the main building not far away.
The car door opened and the spotlights lit up instantly.
A woman wearing sunglasses and a haute couture dress of the season, with a strong aura, walked down the stairs surrounded by assistants and bodyguards.
"Oh my god! Lisa? Why is she here?" Su Yu was sharp-eyed and recognized her at once. This was the international actress who had become famous all over the world in the past two years.
What made Su Yu's eyes widen even more was the person who got out of another Maybach right behind him.
The man exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
It’s Feng Mingzhou.
Lisa walked up to him naturally, the two whispered a few words, and then walked into the building side by side.
Gu Manman almost subconsciously took a half step back and hid behind Lin Anbo's tall figure. She lowered her head and stared at her toes, afraid of being swept by that cold gaze.
She didn't seem ready to meet that person yet.
Lin Anbo sensed something was wrong with the person next to him and looked down at her: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing. The sun is too bright."
Lin Anbo didn't think much about it, and considerately moved sideways to block more light for her.
The convoy over there quickly drove away and the commotion gradually subsided.
Su Yu took out her cell phone and scrolled through it. Terms like #Lisa 冯明舟# #冯氏总裁新爱# had already quickly rushed to the top of the hot search list, followed by the word "explosive".
"Tsk," Su Yu pouted and put the phone close to Gu Manman's eyes. "Look, Feng Gou's hair has turned so white, but he's still as playful as ever. Has he changed his taste? Wasn't he the pure and innocent type before?"
When Lin Anbo heard her mumbling "Feng Gou" rudely, he asked curiously, "Director Su, do you know Mr. Feng?"
Su Yu and Gu Manman froze almost at the same time.
Su Yu reacted very quickly, immediately laughed and waved her hands: "I don't know him! I'm kidding! Mr. Lin, a small person like me, how can I have the chance to know the richest man! I'm just a spectator, a spectator, hehe."
/
afternoon.
Feng Group Headquarters.
In the conference room, Lin Anbo confirmed the last clause of the cooperation plan and closed the folder.
Feng Mingzhou, who was sitting opposite him, tapped the table twice with his fingers, indicating the end of the meeting.
Lin Anbo took a deep breath and said before he stood up: "Boss Feng, there is one more thing...I wonder if it is convenient for me?"
Feng Mingzhou looked up at him, said nothing, but signaled him to continue with his eyes.
"I want to use the venue of Jiangcheng Art Museum on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day."
Feng Mingzhou tilted his head to look at the assistant standing beside him and nodded slightly.
The assistant immediately understood and quickly wrote down on the tablet: "Mr. Lin, I will give you access rights later."
Lin Anbo breathed a sigh of relief, a grateful smile appeared on his face: "Thank you so much, President Feng."
He paused and explained, "The approval process for the art museum is complicated. If we follow the normal procedure, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time."
Feng Mingzhou said "hmm", didn't ask any more questions, and stood up to leave the meeting room.
The reason was that he heard from Su Yu that on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, Gu Manman would receive the award in the exhibition hall opposite the art museum.
After I came out after receiving the award, I happened to see him confessing his feelings at the art museum.
/
Zhao Yang's cell phone vibrated, and the words "Dr. Chen" appeared on the screen.
He walked to the end of the quiet corridor outside the office before answering the phone.
"Mr. Zhao," Dr. Chen's gentle but worried voice came from the other end of the line, "Mr. Feng hasn't come here for three months."
Zhao Yang pinched his brows and said, "I know, Doctor Chen, he has been..."
"His condition requires continuous intervention, Mr. Zhao." Doctor Chen interrupted him, "I suggest you bring him here, at least so I can understand his recent condition."
"...Okay, I'll try." Zhao Yang hung up the phone, stood there for a few seconds, took a deep breath, then turned around and pushed open the heavy door of the president's office.
The smell of smoke hit me in the face.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Feng Mingzhou stood with his back to the door.
The dark grey shirt he was wearing seemed somewhat empty, making the shape of his shoulder blades particularly clear.
"Ming Zhou," Zhao Yang walked over lightly, "It's time to go see Doctor Chen for a follow-up visit."
Feng Mingzhou didn't move or look back, as if he didn't hear anything.
Zhao Yang walked up to him and looked at his pale profile, the dark circles under his eyes, and his almost bloodless lips, and his heart ached.
"Look at yourself now. Do you think you are made of iron? If you keep going like this, you will kill yourself before the remnants of the Lin family can make a move!"
Feng Mingzhou finally reacted. He turned his head, and his eyes, which had once been sharp and intimidating, were now bloodshot.
"What's up?"
"Come with me to the hospital."
Feng Mingzhou curled his lips: "I'm busy."
"You..." Zhao Yang was so angry. Looking at his stubborn attitude, he felt powerless. He couldn't persuade him, and he couldn't wake him up by scolding.
He took a deep breath and almost yelled out without thinking: "Feng Mingzhou! Wake up the fucking hell! If you really collapse, who can you be responsible to?!"
"If Manman were still alive, would she want to see you in this state?!"
The moment the words fell, Feng Mingzhou's body shook violently.
The emptiness in his eyes was instantly replaced by pain, and his breathing became rapid.
Zhao Yang looked at his suddenly changed expression and felt a pang in his heart, knowing that his words had touched his most painful spot.
But he couldn't care less. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stepped forward and semi-forcefully held Feng Mingzhou's arm.
"Let's go! You have to come with me today!"
/
Psychological clinic.
Doctor Chen looked at the person sitting on the sofa opposite him and frowned slightly.
However, in just three months, Feng Mingzhou was completely drained of energy, with a gloomy and deathly aura lingering around him.
"How's your sleep lately?" asked Dr. Chen.
Feng Mingzhou leaned on the sofa, slightly closing his eyes. After a long while, he spoke: "I can't sleep."
"Can't sleep at all?"
"When I fall asleep... it's a nightmare. I always dream of her... under the water..."
"Close your eyes and keep sinking..."
Doctor Chen was silent for a few seconds and wrote something in the notebook.
"How long has this been going on?"
“I don’t remember.”
"Will you see her again?"
"Well, she's always around me."
Doctor Chen shook his head. The condition has become more serious and has not improved at all. The patient is not cooperating and even if the doctor has great skills, he can hardly display them.
I had no choice but to prescribe him some medicine.
"This one helps you sleep, but remember, don't take more than one tablet at a time."
He handed the medicine bottle to Zhao Yang next to him and warned him in a serious tone, "The side effects are very serious, so you must keep an eye on him."
He looked at Feng Mingzhou again: "Try to quit smoking and drinking, or at least reduce the amount. Your body is under too much pressure."
When sending Zhao Yang and Feng Mingzhou to the door, Doctor Chen held Zhao Yang back and whispered, "His mental state is very unstable right now. Please keep an eye on him. Try to persuade him to stop smoking and drinking."
Zhao Yang looked at the figure in front of him, which was shaky and looked like it would be blown down by the wind at any time, and smiled bitterly.
"I can't persuade him."
"The one who can persuade him..."
"Dead."
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