For some unknown reason, Xun Hao pulled over, took out his cell phone and sent a message asking for leave to the company.
Then he turned the car around and drove towards his home.
Arrived home safely. When entering the house, Xun Hao's wife was a little surprised. Usually he was at the company at this time, why did he come back so early today?
Muttering to herself, Xun Hao's wife turned around and continued to work in the kitchen. Suddenly, she heard the sound of something falling to the ground.
"What's wrong? What happened?!"
She hurried out of the kitchen and saw the kettle and cups rolling all over the living room floor, but Xun Hao was standing there motionless, his eyes fixed on the news on TV.
"At 16:37 p.m., a major rear-end collision occurred on Xibeijiang Bridge in our city, resulting in 4 deaths, 17 injuries, and nearly 1,000 people stuck in traffic. Currently, the specific cause of the incident is still under investigation..."
"There was another car accident on the Northwest Bridge?" Xun Hao's wife watched the news and sighed, "What a sin."
Xun Hao keenly grasped the key point: "Are there frequent traffic accidents over at the Northwest Bridge?"
Xun Hao's wife: "It's not often... but it happened two or three times recently. What happened?"
Xun Hao was silent for a while and shook his head: "...Nothing."
Is this another coincidence? But if it is a coincidence once, is it still a coincidence twice?
…
Rong Jing had no idea of Xun Hao's troubled thoughts.
According to the original owner's memory, he quickly returned to the house where he lived.
The original owner was not very popular before, and his income was not much. He saved money for several years to buy this small house. The space is not big, but fortunately the layout is good.
Rong Jing changed his shoes and went to open the curtains in the living room.
The evening glow filtered through the glass and filled the entire room, even dyeing Rong Jing's silver hair with a layer of orange-red glow.
He looked carefully at this brand new world that would exist hundreds of years later.
After a while, he gently raised his hand. Brilliant rays of light gathered like flowing water, and a light golden brush condensed between his slender fingers.
Like falling starlight, or surging sunset glow, everything suddenly rises and falls in the light, with a mysterious and vast flavor.
Suddenly, in the glow of the starry sky, a pale figure emerged, with short black hair and a face that looked exactly like him.
Rong Jing moved his fingertips, and the golden pen in his hand rose up, but in an instant, it fell on the soul of the original owner.
A bit of spiritual light floated down and merged into that lonely soul.
Man is born ignorant, so if he gives this bit of spiritual light to the original owner, he can be guaranteed to have the innate light, and unless his fate is too rough in the future, he will always achieve something.
The bit of obsession that remained in its body seemed to know that what Rong Jing was doing was of great benefit to it, and finally sank into the depths of its consciousness, no longer struggling like before.
Rong Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a long-lost feeling of fatigue surging through his body.
——His current soul body is still too weak.
Rong Jing closed his eyes, dispersed the spirit pen in his hand, and concentrated his mind, trying to draw the spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
As his mind turned, fresh spiritual energy came with the wind, playfully bypassing the bright and beautiful silver-white long hair, and penetrated into the center of Rong Jing's eyebrows.
The hidden pain caused by the incompatibility between the physical body and the soul quietly dissipated after the spiritual energy entered the body.
Rong Jing opened his eyes, squinted slightly, and stretched lazily in an unskillful manner towards this strange new world.
The negative material was removed earlier than Rong Jing had imagined.
Less than a day later, around the evening of the next day, the public opinion that had been escalating suddenly reversed collectively, saying that the eye-rolling was a requirement for the filming, that the big shot was taken out of context, and that the sugar daddy scandal was fabricated by unscrupulous reporters looking at pictures...
As the evidence was presented one after another, the image of "unscrupulous artist" that had been created for Rong Jing by those marketing accounts was almost instantly overturned.
Along with the reversal of public opinion, Rong Jing's home also welcomed several unexpected guests.
"Can I drink green tea?" A clear voice came from the front of him. Wang Boyui raised his head and saw the handsome and delicate young man holding an electric teapot in his hand, looking at him indifferently.
Wang Boyui, who always drank tea brewed in a purple clay teapot, paused for a moment, then nodded calmly, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Rong..."
After getting the answer, Rong Jing didn't say much.
What? He turned around and filled half a pot of water from the water dispenser, added a handful of tea leaves, and then pressed the switch according to the instructions remembered by the original owner.
The sound of hot water boiling "puff, puff, puff" echoed in the small living room.
Wang Yizhou sat on the sofa and glanced at the young man who was only wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, but he did not dare to show any arrogant look as before.
Master Pei, who had been following Wang Yizhou, was also here. But compared to his previous casualness, he now looked a little embarrassed, and under his white Tang suit, blood-soaked gauze could be vaguely seen.
A cup of tea was pushed in front of me. In the disposable plastic cup, light green tea was steaming, and a few tea leaves were swirling in the cup, with the aroma of tea lingering in the air.
Master Pei suddenly remembered that they came here to look for someone on their own, but the young man opposite seemed to have expected it and did not show any surprise at all.
Wang Yizhou didn't notice this detail. But even though he didn't notice it, the experienced Wang Boyui might not have noticed it. Or rather, when he caught a glimpse of the shock in Master Pei's eyes, he naturally had something in mind.
Wang Boyui took the disposable cup and drank it without hesitation. He was ready to drink it no matter what it tasted like. But when the tea really entered his mouth, the clear and slightly sweet taste was not much different from the tea he bought at a high price!
——In fact, this is indeed the ordinary canned green tea that the original owner bought in the supermarket.
It’s just that Rong Jing’s tongue is even more picky than Wang Boyui himself, so after attracting the spiritual energy yesterday, he melted the last bit of spiritual energy into the tea leaves, stimulating the original fragrance of the tea leaves themselves.
Of course, these tea leaves have been nourished by spiritual energy and have some effect of removing filth and evil spirits. Although this is not very useful for Rong Jing, it can be said that the effect is immediate when it comes to the grandfather and grandson of the Wang family.
Visibly, the black air lingering on Wang Boyui's shoulders became lighter. The black air on Wang Yizhou's body was thick, and a few traces of blood could be vaguely seen in it. After the tea went down his throat, the few traces of blood moved and dimmed a little.
But this only postponed their death by a few days - if the problem is not solved from the root, drinking more tea will be of no help.
Wang Borui and Wang Yizhou are ordinary people and cannot see the black energy on their bodies; Master Pei is a Taoist, but his abilities are just superficial in Rong Jing's view. At this time, he can only vaguely feel that there seems to be another mystery in the tea leaves, but he has no way to explore deeper.
But there is no doubt that Rong Jing only used such a simple trick to raise their attention to 100%, and their attitude also became more respectful.
Even a day ago, they thought the other was just a little celebrity.
However, their attitude is not important to Rong Jing.
He sat on the only single sofa and glanced at them calmly with his amber eyes.
It was as if nothing caught his eyes, yet it was as if he saw through everything.
Wang Yizhou, who had been secretly watching him, was startled by his sudden gaze and quickly moved his eyes downwards.
Then he saw the porcelain-white hand gently resting on the cup. The light green tea reflected on the fingertips, and in the warm sunlight, he felt that what he held in his hand was not a cheap plastic disposable cup, but a luxurious and precious clear glass cup.
Wang Yizhou was distracted again.
"Mr. Rong..." Wang Boyui hesitated for a moment, put down the cup and finally spoke, "I came here this time to apologize to you on behalf of my unworthy grandson."
Rong Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. Then Wang Boyui's eyes became fierce and he said in a deep voice: "Wang Yizhou!"
"Your parents have neglected to discipline you in the past few years, and you have done so many bad things. If you don't apologize to the gentleman today, you will never be able to return to the Wang family again!"
Wang Yizhou's face turned pale. Although he was scolded by Wang Boyui last night, he only realized the seriousness of the matter when he heard the words "Don't go back to the Wang family next time" today.
Wang Yizhou swallowed his saliva. In his heart, he still didn't quite believe that Rong Jing had any solution. However, Wang Boyui looked at him heavily. After hesitating for two seconds, he lowered his head.
Wang Yizhou said, "Mr. Rong, I am really sorry for what happened before... I was obsessed with sex and my mind was not pure. I hope you can forgive me for my mistakes and correct them."
The combination of the two made the scene perfect for Rong Jing.
Rong Jing looked at the interaction between the grandfather and grandson, raised his eyebrows with a hint of amusement, and said with a smile: "Apologize... Is this how Young Master Wang apologizes?"
An inexplicably familiar sentence. Wang Yizhou recalled the words he had used to ridicule Rong Jing in the box before, and his expression became even uglier.
Wang Borui tapped his cane and called out in a deep voice, "Wang Yizhou."
Wang Yizhou gritted his teeth, bent down and bowed: "Mr. Rong, I'm sorry!"
Rong Jing still didn't say anything.
Wang Yizhou bowed again: "Mr. Rong, I'm sorry!"
"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry!"
…
After saying sorry eighteen times in a row, Rong Jing gently raised his hand: "Okay."
Every time Wang Yizhou bowed, he bent his waist as low as possible. Now Rong Jing finally called for a stop. He slowly stood up and felt a pain and numbness in his lumbar spine.
Wang Yizhou forced himself to sit back on the sofa, rubbing his waist with his hands, and suddenly remembered -
He had used similar methods to get young artists to "voluntarily" be with him, and it seemed that there were eighteen of them.
Even though his methods were not so harsh before, there were still a few young artists who really wanted to follow him in the end, but...
Wang Yizhou's face turned pale and blue, and this time he really didn't even have the slightest thought of questioning or taking revenge.
Wang Borui also saw something from this number, and an ugly look appeared on his usually calm face.
But let's put these things aside for later.
What's more important now is how to convince Rong Jing to help their family get through this disaster.
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