Chapter 39: Resurrection
Jiang Xingyuan's story to He Dongli about a wife wanting to divorce her husband, who has lost his memory, ended at the part where he wanted to buy her a top-tier blue diamond necklace. At the group of friends, everyone naturally sympathized with the heroine, thinking, "Never mind, let's just bear with it for the sake of the HW blue diamond." He Dongli's question was different from everyone else's. She asked Xingyuan, "Is the husband truly suffering from amnesia? Has he had a serious conversation with the attending physician?"
After Jiang Xingyuan finished laughing, he scolded Dongli, saying, "You are the most hopeless."
He Dongli thought Xingyuan was laughing at her occupational disease, but Jiang Xingyuan shouted NO, everyone is enduring for money, only you are still in love with your black-hearted husband.
He Dongli argued, "No, I'm not. I'm just trying to make sure if he's faking illness."
Jiang Xingyuan asked, "Does it really matter whether you pretend or not? What happens if you pretend? What happens if you don't? Your subconscious is your true nature. At this turning point, you've already forgotten your original intention for divorce. This time, your evil husband has won again."
He won so easily. The truth was, no matter how fierce the arguments on the phone were during those years, Zong Chi always had the ability to calm her down as soon as he landed.
Because he always told the truth, whether it was mean or sincere. He Dongli felt that even if he became a black-hearted husband in the future, he would not bother to play the amnesia game. At most, he would force her to think it over and say, "Divorce is fine, but you can't marry anyone else in this life. As long as I live, I won't tolerate you sleeping with another man on your pillow."
*
After Zong Chi finished speaking, He Dongli seemed to be sleepwalking for a long time. His hands were occupied, so he could only remind her, "What are you thinking about?"
He Dongli remained silent. He glanced again at the gift he'd prepared for Yu Xiaohan and wanted to say, "You're truly worthy of being from a merchant family. So-called souvenirs are so categorized. What I bought for her isn't even a fraction of what I bought for Ms. Yu." It was Zong Chi's fault for not understanding the importance of changing circumstances. He Dongli was terrified his mother would throw him out like a sack of apples, throwing everything out.
In the past, the most humiliating thing he had ever suffered in front of Yu Xiaohan was peeling a basket of broad beans.
He Dongli persuaded Zong Chi seriously, "Mom won't want it, so why not leave it with me..."
"Well, if you don't want it, just take it to a secondhand store and sell it." He said this suddenly, sourly and sullenly, as if he had thought of the solution long ago. "Anyway, I never take back what I give away. Oh, if you don't want it, you can cash it in and continue to invest in Chen Xiangyang, okay?"
At this point, He Dongli was completely speechless. She could only stay like this for the time being. She wanted to take the things in his hand and go downstairs, but he said he would take her downstairs.
After hearing this, He Dongli was silent for a while. Zong Chi was puzzled and just looked at her. He Dongli then reminded her, "You go down to the warm room to get some fresh air like this. Do you really think you are eighteen?"
Zong Chi followed his instructions and went to get his coat. Remembering the one she had brought, he fished it out of the paper bag. Just as he was about to put it on, He Dongli quickly removed the paper tag from the button. Zong Chi saw it all. He had said that she was there in the past. Whenever she was free, she would take care of his luggage before his flight, sometimes so meticulously and neatly that he couldn't bear to mess it up when he unpacked it.
"Your mother really doesn't want it?" Zong Chi suddenly asked her in a low voice.
He Dongli didn't give him an answer until the two people came out of the room and the elevator went down.
The stuff was a bit heavy, so Zong Chi put it in the trunk for her and asked her to get in as well. He Dongli refused, saying she could go back by herself, "You go up."
"What?" Zong Chi couldn't help laughing when he saw her cautious look, as if he was the one following her.
"The driver knows the road better than you do."
"But I haven't sent you home yet." Zong Chi said in a teasing tone.
He Dongli spoke seriously, "Zong Chi, I'm very upset. Let me think about it. You showed up at my place late at night, and my mother saw you. I mean, her heart couldn't take it. She intervened the year after we broke up. No matter what you think of my mother, I have more say. I was able to return to my hometown to attend No. 1 Middle School, and I was able to make it through all these years... My last name is He, and everyone in my father's hometown is still proud of me. However, all this was done by my mother, a person with an outsider surname. Whether for her own sake or mine, her life hasn't been easy. Rumors and gossip are everywhere. I didn't love my mother well before, and I don't want her to be disappointed again. If she's upset, I won't be any better off. So, if my mother doesn't agree..."
The door of the back seat of the car was open, and the person outside was holding the door. He listened to her words, and she became more and more anxious. He became even more anxious and pressed forward. If the kiss upstairs was a man's particularly aggressive and sexually suggestive lingering, then at this moment, the blocked kiss in the car had nothing to do with love. He just didn't want to hear her say something unpleasant. After a kiss of their lips, Zong Chi moved away. In front of the hotel receptionist behind him and the driver in the front seat, he almost knelt on one knee on the car seat and said to her: "No. As long as you agree, I will definitely find a way to make your mother agree. Don't worry, I will never make her angry in front of her again. Even if she hits me or scolds me, I will not refute her. I will only tell her, yes, Ah Li is obviously your best proof."
He Dongli closed her eyes for the last time and pushed him away. Zong Chi agreed to her request and let her go back on her own. Before closing the door, he grabbed one of her hands and placed his palm on it. "I saw you pinned Shinichi to the top of your list. You said you were an official fan of Shinichi and Ran, and I gave Ran to you back then."
"Ali, your mother is right. During those years, we didn't get along well enough. The less we were together, the more I held on to you, until you couldn't breathe. Now I'm back. I mean, no matter how I fly, my home will always be here."
*
The next day, after He Dongli finished a day of weekend outpatient clinic, there was no movement in her pinned message bar.
It was so quiet that she thought the whole night was just her fantasy or even a wet dream.
She didn't get off work in time that night, having been dragged to the emergency room to stitch up a wrist injury from a love suicide. She was busy until after nine o'clock. While she was buying instant noodles at a convenience store, Zou Yan knocked on the glass wall outside.
He Dongli looked up and saw someone outside the wall coming in. The first thing they said was a joke, "The future wealthy wife should hurry up and eat some low-carb foods, right?"
The instant noodle eater let him joke around. Zou Yan gave her a can of his homemade caramel crisps, saying that Camelot Latte was very popular recently and asked her to try it. He Dongli discovered that Zou Yan had really been cursed by someone after being honest with him. They were really like sisters. "Thanks. My mom ate your melon yesterday and asked me."
"What?"
"She asked me if I was interested in her, and we discussed it between ourselves, and she was satisfied."
Zou Yan smiled contemptuously, "People always want more. Believe it or not, I really became your mother's son-in-law, and she's already thinking about her ex-son-in-law again."
He Dongli was in a bad mood today and couldn't bear to hear the word "first". But she was a little curious, "I don't believe it."
Zou Yan laughed at her poor provocation. "She sees her daughter earning the same salary as her son-in-law, and enduring the same in-laws' annoyance. Maybe she'll become even more angry, because a thin horse only looks longer. Tragically, after she gave birth to a daughter, her parents-in-law pushed for a son. In the end, her incompetent husband couldn't control his mother-in-law. After all the chaos, she'll definitely miss her ex-son-in-law. At least he had money, at least he had a bad temper, and at least he could keep everyone under control, including his mother-in-law!"
He Dongli was so startled that she dropped her fork back into the soup. She asked Zou Yan directly, "How did you know?"
Zou Yan is debt-free and free from burdens. He believes that not falling in love is the scorn and sarcasm of a wise man. "Just the way Young Master Zong acted at the Liang family that night would have infuriated even a Buddhist like you. You can imagine his temper. He called me that night and immediately introduced himself, saying that Ah Li couldn't hold her liquor. I think I emphasized that at the Japanese restaurant. If Dr. Zou is still a gentleman, he shouldn't let her drink anymore. I'm sending someone to pick her up now."
Zou Yan felt as if a gun was pressed against the back of his head. "Oh, and one more thing. He seemed to have known about Qianxu and me for a long time. The night I delivered the coffee machine to you, he suddenly asked me how my friend's grandmother's recovery was going. I think this is why he could quarrel with you one foot and call me the next. The young master is rich and powerful, so he can go to the Liang family and arrest his ex-girlfriend with ease. Other things are definitely not achieved overnight."
He Dongli was stunned for a moment. Given Zong Chi's personality, she was not surprised that he knew their director's name, but when it came to her friend's grandmother's injury... she seemed to have only mentioned it to Senior Brother Tan, Senior Brother Tan, Shanghai... No wonder when she mentioned her senior brother's contribution at the Japanese restaurant that day, someone beside her laughed slyly.
Zou Yan was about to leave after the conversation. He had been standing all day and was so tired that his waist could not even stand up straight. He also asked her to go back early. Low-quality carbohydrates can only satisfy cravings. "Listen to me, high-quality carbohydrates are the best."
He Dongli felt that Zou Yan was being nagging. "You two are no strangers to each other. Last night he even changed his tune and praised your character, and today you're speaking up for him. It's really unusual."
Zou Yan calmly asked her, "I said carbohydrates, who are you talking about?"
He Dongli rarely had his hair full of pigtails like this. "To be honest with you, my mother doesn't think highly of him, and his parents obviously don't think highly of me either."
"Yeah." Zou Yan didn't ask any further questions.
He Dongli continued, "I've never been behind anyone in anything I've done over the years. I've never considered myself to be competitive, but I admit that his mother's disdain for me really hurts my pride. The thought of being with him means I'll have to put my pride in his parents' hands again, and I'm not willing to accept that."
"What did he say?" Zou Yan asked Zong Chi.
"During the years he and I were together, we never formally met his parents. Firstly, we were both busy with our studies and work; secondly, Zong Chi would spend less than ten days a year with his parents. He was very careless about this and never expected his mother and I to get along or get along. His mother met me a few times, but she wasn't particularly warm to me. I later realized that she had never been optimistic about us and perhaps had been waiting for Zong Chi and me to break up. So when we parted ways, his mother calmly discussed the payment and goods. Zong Chi's personality is such that if you say anything to him, he will definitely make a big fuss. Zou Yan, I don't It's his mother. I don't have the confidence to ask him to sever ties with the family. It's ridiculous. When his father left home to establish his own family, he had all his brothers and sisters, and his parents didn't expect him to be the only one. Now it's his father's side. Zongchi is his parents' only son. To be frank, he truly has the throne to inherit. His father couldn't escape the Zong family back then, and Zongchi can't do that now. He will only have more burdens than his father. As his mother said, maybe I don't love him that much. His mother is very clear. What Zongchi needs is his wife to accompany and support him.
"Then just buy a custom one." Zou Yan sneered.
He Dongli tilted his head to look at Zou Yan. He said casually, "My favorite rhetoric in the name of fake love is that none of you love him as much as I do. Humph."
He Dongli remained silent. Zou Yan's next words weren't meant to comfort her, but rather to vent his anger, a form of coercion and revenge. "You've figured it all out, yet you still can't drive your partner away. Doesn't that speak volumes? People teach people, and it's exhausting. Things teach people, and they all learn. Instead of figuring it out behind closed doors, why not just let a coin decide your fate? Before the coin lands, let it be. Whatever happens, be it. Why are you the one trying to think of everything for the clan? If their son is capable of standing up for himself, he'd give you an explanation. If he's not the right material, even if you pour your heart out here, he still isn't worthy of you. Even if his parents are right about him, and he only needs a monarch-subject marriage, then you should step aside quickly. There are indeed people more suitable for this position than you. When Qianxu and I argued, the most unpleasant and outrageous thing she said was, 'Zou Yan, remember, when a woman sees a man clearly before signing the marriage certificate, it's not a broken heart; it's a jackpot. Remember that!"
He Dongli couldn't help but become curious after hearing the last sentence, "You and Miss Feng..."
"I can't die, and I can't live. She said I am her underlying disease."
*
Zong Chi is entertaining several registered business representatives tonight. The bargaining for the exclusive authorization in Jakarta has been preliminarily concluded, and a huge stumbling block in the process has finally been removed. Representative Qi flattered Zong Chi at the table, saying that if Mr. Zong had not gone there personally and kicked the problem away, they would have to work hard for a while.
Zong Chi wasn't impressed, but he accepted their toasts without hesitation. After the banquet, the men, drunken with wine, switched to playing cards. When Chen Xiangyang arrived to deliver Dongzhi's housewarming invitations to Zong Chi, he saw Young Master Zong sitting at the east stall, smoking cigars and burning cigarettes in front of a few of his father's veteran retainers. The young master's face was darker than the raging rain outside.
As soon as Chen Xiangyang entered the private room, he greeted the other three families. Before he could sit next to the people on the east side, Zong Chi said, "Come on."
Chen Xiangyang asked him, "What are you doing? Where are you going?"
"Pee."
Chen Xiangyang said sarcastically, "How can you wait? If I don't come, you will be suffocated to death."
"If you don't come, I'm going to put it here, and no one will have a good life." This was too rough. Even though they were all grown men, no one in the box dared to laugh except Chen Xiangyang and Representative Qi.
When Zong Chi finished and returned to the card table, he caught a glimpse of Chen Xiangyang playing a West Wind card he had been holding, and his opponent also touched it. Furious, Zong Chi didn't wait for him to say anything, and Qi represented his opponent and won. Furious, Zong Chi immediately threw Chen Xiangyang away, "Go away, if you don't know how to play, just follow the familiar ones. You're playing me like a fool, aren't you? You pay for this card, I won't."
After saying that, Zong Chi sat down again and said to the employee representative to his west, "Let Chen Xiangyang pass this card to you."
Everyone at the table laughed. Chen Xiangyang scolded Zong Chi, saying that his card skills were so fucking bad that he had played cards for you and brought trouble upon himself.
Zong Chi's face was extremely grim. "Why did you hit me, Xifeng? There's not a single person in the hall. Why did you hit me, Xifeng? Ah!" He straightened his back again, looking very uncomfortably sitting.
Zong Chi's height made playing cards a real pain in the ass. Chen Xiangyang knew all too well about Young Master Zong's habit of shoving his opponent during card games, and seeing how he couldn't sit still today, constantly stretching his waist, he couldn't help but make some dirty jokes. "You look a bit off today, you've been working day and night, you should take a break."
Zong Chi's expression grew even darker.
It happened that Representative Qi's assistant came in to talk about something. Zong Chi pretended to have something to discuss with Chen Xiangyang and asked the assistant to sit in his seat. Only then did he completely escape.
Chen Xiangyang went with him to the inner room. Before Zong Chi could speak, Chen Xiangyang cleverly understood, "This is a short separation, but it's not as good as a wedding."
Zong Chi remained impassive. As a man, Chen Xiangyang was a few years his senior. Honestly, he'd noticed the moment they entered the room, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't sure if this young master's advances had been successful or not. It didn't look like it hadn't been successful. If it hadn't been successful, or if he'd been completely rejected, would he still have the energy to endure the wrath of those old men outside, making his face nearly black? He was probably going to bite anyone who was about to get bitten.
Therefore, Chen Xiangyang concluded that it was somewhere between success and failure. This also fit in with Dongli's style. Chen Xiangyang sometimes glanced at Dongli in a daze. Honestly, he was extremely curious about how she had managed to trap this young master so firmly. He would never believe that she was just based on her face or her body.
Chen Xiangyang felt that these two people had already transcended a romantic relationship and were more like an uncrowned couple. Dongli had been with Zongchi since he was a teenager, and this friendship was the kind of loyalty he could not betray, no matter how many faces he saw.
The year their conflict was at its worst, Zong Chi was imprisoned and barred from entering China. He had told Chen Xiangyang, "I don't want anything to happen to her, or her mother. You know very well. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have supported you, and you wouldn't have been able to meet Old Zong. She's your lifelong benefactor." Chen Xiangyang nodded immediately. At that moment, he had some vague thoughts: even if Zong Chi obeyed his family's arrangements and married someone else, as long as Dong Li was willing, he would definitely raise her in China for life.
He was, after all, superficial. Some people's loyalty is innate. After all, anyone who has seen Dongli, who worked on his paper while constantly looking up and watching over the sleeping Zongchi's IV, would be moved. This is what a true lover should be like.
*
Chen Xiangyang was delivering invitations to the headquarters studio's housewarming reception. Zong Chi, of course, didn't want one; he was delivering one to Dongli. "I didn't have the secretary write it down, because I wasn't sure if it was a combined invitation for you all or a separate one for Dongli."
Zong Chi flipped open the invitation and glanced at it. The guest list was indeed blank. He tossed it back onto the table and casually picked up an orange to peel. The flesh burst open in an instant, the juice dripping between his fingers. He continued, frowning, for a moment before speaking with the irritation of someone he'd been thinking about, needing to sort things out with him. "She kissed me, more than once, but then she seemed to change her mind after we went downstairs. She said she needed to go back and think it over. Is there anyone like her?"
"..." Chen Xiangyang guessed it right, and for a moment he felt mocking. Oh, so this is how she kept you hanging. She wouldn't let you eat enough before you were eighty years old. What's more, there's no such thing as a wolf that can't be trained into a dog? At the same time, he felt that the young master was showing off, showing off and reminiscing. Otherwise, who would care to know how many times you had been bitten.
Before Chen Xiangyang could figure out how to appease this lady, Zong Chi couldn't help but speak, "She's still angry. Angry at me for what I did to her mother, angry at me for holding her captive at Sangtian Road, angry at me for being forceful with her, angry... I always feel like she's still angry about something I don't know about. Otherwise, she wouldn't have used her period to stop me. She's never been like that."
Chen Xiangyang momentarily hated himself for knowing too much. The young master was now drunk, and when he came to his senses, he'd discovered he'd spilled all the details of what had happened in the room. Anyone who'd heard would be punished. Chen Xiangyang didn't have time to dwell on it, so he quickly cursed him out. "You still know? Do you know how your father scolded me for that incident? He couldn't find you, so he's forcing me to close the company tomorrow if I say I didn't know. You're just a bunch of good-for-nothings anyway."
Zong Chi ignored him, as if his patience had reached its limit. He dropped the orange in his hand, picked up the invitation from the table, asked Chen Xiangyang for a pen, and fluently wrote his English name in the guest column: CICI.HE.
Then, he threw down his pen and stood up with the invitation. Chen Xiangyang asked him, "Where are you going?"
"Go to her and ask her if she has made up her mind."
Before Chen Xiangyang could scold Zong Chi, there was a knock on the door. Someone handed him Mr. Zong's phone. Zong Chi took it, saw the caller, and the moment he answered, Chen Xiangyang saw Zong Chi's expression suddenly change from the dizziness of being anxious to go out to a kind of offended indifference and disgust. He yelled at his secretary, "Why is she calling me from Shanghai? Am I her father or her mother? Who notified you and who should make arrangements for her? Huang Qianqiao, if you act on your own again, you'll be out of this job."
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