Chapter 85 He hoped that he could strangle him to death, so that everything would be over.
Feng Mingzhou wants to deal with Chen Liren.
It has spread throughout the circle.
Everyone knows Feng Mingzhou's methods. If he doesn't take action, it's fine. But once he does, it's with thunder and lightning, leaving no one alive.
But Chen Liren, who was engaged in new energy and drones, had nothing to do with Feng's main business, and there was no news of any conflict between the two.
"How did Chen Liren offend that gentleman?"
"I don't know. They are not on the same level. Is it necessary for President Feng to go there personally?"
"I heard... it was for a woman?"
"Who is it? So impressive?"
Various speculations circulated privately, but no one dared to confirm them.
The only thing that is certain is that Chen Liren is having a hard time.
The coldness came from all directions, trapping Chen Liren.
In this situation where he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, Chen Liren did something that surprised everyone.
He started to scroll through his social media accounts frantically.
It is no longer a forwarding of financial news or the output of industry opinions, but... an apology and confession.
Humble to the dust.
"Shiqi, I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Every day without you is like living in purgatory. Please come back and give me another chance."
"@Yu Shiqi, come back, I can't live without you."
"I'm a bastard, I'm not a human! I destroyed our happiness with my own hands! As long as you forgive me, I can do anything! @Yu Shiqi"
One message after another, constantly @ing the account that has been cancelled.
This action is like tearing off one's own face, throwing it on the ground, and letting others trample on it.
Gu Manman forwarded #Mr. Chen asks for forgiveness online# to Yu Shiqi.
Yu Shiqi replied: [Not interested, belated affection is cheaper than grass. ]
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The post-production of the film has finally been completed, just in time for the Spring Festival release.
On New Year's Eve, there was a little sporadic snow in Jiangcheng.
Gu Manman finally persuaded Su Yu, who insisted on accompanying her, to leave, and watched her get into a taxi to meet her boyfriend.
The sound of an engine in the distance came closer and stopped in front of her.
The car window rolled down and it was Deng Yaochen who said, "Sister Manman, I'll take you there. I also want to go see the dean's mother."
Gu Manman was not surprised. He must have heard Su Yu mention that today was the dean's death anniversary.
The snow seemed to be falling heavier, and a thin layer of it accumulated on the pine and cypress branches and on the tombstones.
The two of them walked one in front and one behind, stepping on the snow and going deeper into the ground.
After finding the dean's tombstone, she put aside the things she brought, took out a soft cloth from her bag, and carefully wiped the dust and snow water on the tombstone.
After wiping it clean, she placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the stele, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.
From beginning to end, Deng Yaochen stood a few steps behind her, holding an umbrella for her.
The snow fell on the umbrella, making a rustling sound.
Outside the cemetery, a black Bentley was parked on the side of the road.
Feng Mingzhou sat in the back seat, his eyes fixed through the glass on the figure in the distance.
My memory was brought back to the day when the dean died.
He was busy with his grand plans.
And what about her?
He spent his whole life alone in the country, facing the great sorrow of the death of his loved ones.
He couldn't even imagine how she managed to survive those days.
Because of those so-called plans, he was absent when she needed him the most.
The boomerangs of memory have become colder and sharper as time goes by, and they pierce into his lungs one by one with great precision.
He leaned back in his chair and put out the half-burning cigarette directly in the palm of his left hand.
There was a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by a slight smell of burning flesh.
But he seemed not to feel any pain and didn't even frown.
How can the pain in the skin and flesh compare to the pain in the chest that feels like the flesh being torn repeatedly or cut by a blunt knife?
He even felt that this little bit of pain was far from enough.
His eyes never left the figure in the distance that made him feel heartbroken.
On this day, Feng Mingzhou could only, dared only watch her from afar and accompany her in this way.
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After the two left the cemetery, Deng Yaochen accompanied Gu Manman back to the apartment.
Downstairs, Feng Mingzhou had been waiting in the car without turning on the lights, just looking at the lit window upstairs.
He knew she was in there, perhaps making dumplings with someone else.
And he could only hide in the darkness like a shadow.
It was not until nearly ten o'clock that Feng Mingzhou confirmed that Deng Yaochen had indeed left, and then he asked the driver to start the car.
The car drove back to the western suburbs villa.
When he arrived at the main building, he held his stomach and got out of the car holding the door. Before he took a step, he felt dizzy, his legs went weak, and he fell forward uncontrollably.
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The hospital's VIP ward is as luxurious as a suite in a five-star hotel.
The faint sound of sporadic firecrackers outside the window reminds me that today is the first day of the new year.
Feng Mingzhou sat leaning against the head of the bed receiving an IV drip, his face looking sickly pale.
The door of the ward was pushed open, and Zhao Yang walked in cautiously, holding a thermos lunch box in his hand.
He saw Feng Mingzhou lying on the bed, clicked his tongue, walked to the bed, pulled a chair and sat down.
"I think your old problem will kill you sooner or later." Zhao Yang looked at him, "I just asked the doctor, you are starving yourself, and even an iron stomach can't stand it."
Feng Mingzhou didn't say anything, but just raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
Zhao Yang didn't care either. He held out the lunch box in his hand like offering a treasure: "Look what good stuff I brought you!"
The lunch box was opened and the dumplings were still steaming.
“Dangdangdang!”
Zhao Yang chuckled, his tone a little proud: "I got it from the crew. Your guy...made it himself, saying it was a snack for the crew, so I found a way to get one for you."
"How is it? Is it good enough? It's New Year's Day, and I'm the only one who cares about you."
Zhao Yang was still mumbling something beside him, but Feng Mingzhou seemed not to hear him. He just looked at the box of dumplings with a dark look in his eyes.
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On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, movie box office continued to soar, with cumulative figures far exceeding everyone's expectations.
Su Yu was so excited that she waved her hand and booked the best courtyards of Jintaishan Hot Spring Hotel and invited the entire crew to take a hot spring bath to celebrate.
The curtains of the suite at the highest point of the hotel, with the best view, were only slightly opened.
Feng Mingzhou stood in the shadow behind the gap.
Listening to the noise coming from the courtyard downstairs.
Even in the crowd, he could distinguish her voice.
This is a morbid craving.
Just knowing that she was under the same roof, breathing the same mountain air, brought him satisfaction, but also a deeper, gut-wrenching emptiness.
He was like a reptile lurking in the dark, silently and greedily absorbing the light and heat emanating from her.
He didn't get close, didn't disturb, just sensed, just confirmed - she was here.
He is here too.
So close to her, yet so far away.
Guarding her in this concealed way.
Zhou Mubai was there too.
That kid named Deng Yaochen must have come along as well.
The thought of her being surrounded by other men, even if they were just ordinary colleagues, made him extremely jealous.
He retreated into the deeper shadows of the room, leaning against the cold wall, letting the vines of jealousy tighten around his heart.
He wished he could just strangle him and put an end to it.
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