Chapter 100: Backlash "Everyone in the corridor heard your voice...
Meng Yuzhi and Chi Liuai exchanged rings in the wedding hall.
The light reflected from the high windows of the church was dazzling. Chi Liuai covered her eyes with the hand wearing the wedding ring. At the same time, she avoided the last ceremony - the groom kissing the bride in public.
Of course, this little episode ended when the groom lifted up the bride's face.
Chi Liuai tilted her jaw during the kiss and did not notice Lin Zhun among the scattered guests present.
The important guests were all from prestigious local families, and Chi Liuai didn't know any of them.
Even though there were few people, the warm applause and blessings were like a strong wind sweeping outside the church, hitting Chi Liuai mercilessly. The guests noticed that the bride's eyes were red and swollen with happiness, and their gazes stopped at the banquet seats below the stage, and then returned to normal.
Mr. Meng and his wife, Charis, met and fell in love on this private island.
Chi Liuai breathed a sigh of relief knowing that no one would ask Mr. Meng's bride to toast him. He was alone in the room listening to the cheers coming from outside. For a long time, perhaps because of the locator on his ankle and the fishtail swing, Chi Liuai suddenly recalled the warning from Meng Yuzhi who had personally installed the locator three hours ago.
She continued to sit stiffly, not looking out the window.
Three hours ago, Chi Liuai was preparing for his look.
Meng Yuzhi first stood at the door for a while, his black eyes, without any emotion, looking at Chi Liuai calmly.
He simply lowered his presence, but he didn't seem to be idle. After leaving for a short time, he would habitually stare at Chi Liuai from any place.
I thought it was the wedding dress and the special festival that gave Meng Yuzhi a fresh feeling.
That's why she appears unsatisfied. Later, Chi Liuai accidentally met the eyes of the man reflected in the mirror. Through the clear and cold mirror, Chi Liuai's uneasy heart was pulled by a silver thread and felt a dense pain.
Meng Yuzhi was looking at her.
It’s not a wedding dress, nor is it the work of a makeup artist.
Even Chi Liuai, who doesn't want to get married, is nervous about the wedding that is about to be blessed, revealing her anticipation, worry and distress.
Meng Yuzhi curled his fingers covering his knees slightly, then stood up and signaled to the people in the room that it was okay.
He took the necklace customized for the wedding ring and put it back on Chi Liuai's neck.
They slowly raised their eyes and looked at each other in the mirror.
Meng Yuzhi's tall nose rubbed against Chi Liuai's cheek, and Chi Liuai subconsciously dodged, turning the rub into a kiss.
At this time, Chi Liuai and the girl with fair complexion and bright beauty in her wedding dress also had a quiet moment, quietly waiting for their happiness to be finalized in three hours and announced to the world.
"Don't move."
Meng Yuzhi lowered his eyes. Compared to Chi Liuai who was nervous, the man was calmer.
"very beautiful."
Chi Liuai's nightmare of being frightened by the silver spear still lingers in the air.
That's all she could say.
"I love so much."
"I'm talking about you, Liuai," Meng Yuzhi said. "I like you too."
Chi Liuai's face turned slightly red.
Meng Yuzhi smiled and lowered his head to kiss Chi Liuai.
Chi Liuai's lips were eaten back to their original color, that healthy red.
There are still two hours until the wedding.
The wedding dress worn by Chi Liuai seemed extremely hard to look away. Chi Liuai also wore lace gloves, which looked like a gauze net that could float in the wind against the black leather background.
Meng Yuzhi leaned over, bit one end of his glove, and slowly raised his head.
Staring into Chi Liuai's eyes, he smiled.
Chi Liuai stretched out her hands, and the lace gloves swayed and fell into her palms.
The wedding is about to begin, but before the moment comes, perhaps no one will come in to urge us.
Suddenly, Meng Yuzhi made a muffled sound in his throat and frowned.
"Don't be nervous. It's okay if you're late."
With two hours left before the wedding, Chi Liuai finally begged Meng Yuzhi that she wanted to arrive on time.
Meng Yuzhi asked, "Then I'll be more forceful, okay?"
Chi Liuai couldn't resist the urge to see her brother. She looked at Meng Yuzhi through the tears in her eyes and said, "Okay."
Finally, Meng Yuzhi looked at Chi Liuai with a smile, and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Everyone in the hallway heard you, Charis."
"They'll think you're a greedy kid."
“Don’t bite your own mouth.”
Meng Yuzhi spoke slowly, but his actions and tone were completely different.
In the last half hour, Chi Liuai lost consciousness briefly due to dizziness and darkness.
Meng Yuzhi captured this confused and emotional look without blinking.
Suddenly, Meng Yuzhi lifted her foot and personally installed the locator with a flashing red dot on the girl's ankle.
After the wedding started, Chi Liuai had already changed into a wedding dress with a fishtail skirt. She was so weak that she had to be supported by Meng Yuzhi's waist. They walked towards the church in an intimate manner in the eyes of outsiders.
Chi Liuai saw white pigeons, the lawn, and the sky was pale as a fish belly.
The hem of her white skirt could no longer flutter.
At this time, Chi Liuai looked at the tall building in the distance where the white pigeons were resting. The fallen feathers blended into the white wall. Meng Yuzhi retracted his strength. Chi Liuai pressed against his chest, and his heart was filled with emptiness and melancholy.
The wedding began.
A white halo floated in his eyes, and Lin Zhun closed his eyes.
The white dove that had been resting on the shoulder of the armed soldier guarding the place fluttered away.
The half-lowered car window was stuck in the scene, the engine stopped, and the black vehicle remained in place.
After a few gunshots, Lin Zhun protected Mr. He behind him. The subconscious protection made Mr. He pause for a moment.
The sudden attack was explained as a robbery attempt.
Lin Zhun still held the gun, alert to any movement around him. Old Man He patted him on the shoulder and told him to pay attention to his wound.
"You are a good kid. Your father will like you very much."
It was impossible to tell what Mr. He was feeling. The wrinkled skin at the corners of his eyes softened. He looked at Lin Zhun for a while and spoke to him with the kindness that a grandfather should have.
"You are more like your mother. He Lin is the only woman your father ever truly cared about. What a pity."
His tone was gentle, perhaps even a hint of regret. Lin Zhun's brown eyes were dazzled by the halo, and he thought that perhaps the heavens had been very kind to Meng Yuzhi, delaying even the expected storm for a few days.
Meng Yuzhi is luckier than him.
After a moment of silence, Lin Zhun lowered his eyelids and said with a smile, "I hope so. I also want to see my father."
The word "father" is full of hope.
"Okay, Yuzhi's wedding is about to start."
Lin Zhun was still protecting Grandpa He. Everyone believed that if there was an attack now, this young master would definitely be the first to charge into battle for Grandpa He. With the involvement of interests and blood ties, and true feelings mixed in with pretense, Grandpa He believed that his grandson, who was very eager to compete with Meng Yuzhi, would be the most obedient gun belonging to the He family.
The search officers came forward as usual.
Mr. He brought Lin Zhun to the hospital, where large numbers of bodyguards were patrolling with guns, and all-round surveillance was carried out on people entering and leaving. An extremely high-level screening system was used to protect an important person inside.
"I'm going to be late."
During the search, Lin Zhun suddenly raised his mouth, very lightly.
Seeing the complicated procedures, Mr. He frowned, thought for a while, and then took Lin Zhun directly into the ward.
"Don't worry, you'll have time to attend Yuzhi's wedding." When Mr. He saw his son on a ventilator, his eyes suddenly turned red. He stopped outside the ward and explained to Lin Zhun, "You're luckier than your father. He managed to survive those bastards."
Lin Zhun's stern face changed.
"There will be a price to pay."
Mr. He said, "Of course, go in."
The man in the hospital bed had a normal appearance, and his handsome features seemed distorted by the pressure of the equipment.
Mr. He slapped the doctors, nurses and caregivers who were taking care of him several times.
He felt that his son was being treated like a crippled piece of shit.
"He's a normal person. You think this will be comfortable, right? Just try it. He's a human being!"
Lin Zhun stepped forward and took the initiative to adjust the oxygen device, in fact, to make the person on the bed look less pitiful. During this period, the man on the bed raised his eyelids and turned them towards Lin Zhun, as if he was in a trance, and the heartbeat device screen fluctuated instantly.
"It's not He Lin, child, it's He Zhun, your son."
The pair of hands, showing signs of age, rested on the back of Lin Zhun's hands. Lin Zhun also held them, feeling as if he was pinching a piece of tree bark.
Rough, cold, and emotionless.
"Okay, you two can chat for a while. Daddy is watching over you outside."
Old Master He turned his back, lowered his eyes to hide his tears, and planned to give his son some time first.
The bodyguards wanted to keep watch, so Mr. He walked out the door and asked them to follow him.
"Young Master, he——"
Old Master He sneered: "What's there to worry about? I've been without a father since I was a child, how many chances do I have to see my biological father?"
"yes."
In fact, there is another important reason. Lin Zhun made a deal with Mr. He. After he helped He Jinze to avoid the disaster, they needed him to help save a woman.
Lin Zhun's desire to fall in love with this woman reached the point of paranoia, and Mr. He often inquired about the rumors in the circle.
Old Master He felt somewhat relieved that he could exchange the He family inheritance rights for a woman.
1. This woman may have something to hold against Lin Zhun.
2. Lin Zhun is a romantic man who is not presentable.
"Wait until Yuzhi's wedding is over, then go check on that woman He Zhun."
"Do I need to tell the young master?"
"No." Mr. He raised his lips, "Kidnap him and keep him in the villa."
"We met at the villa." The man on the bed coughed, his handsome young face wrinkled slightly, as if he was reminiscing about that time. "You look so much like your mother."
Lin Zhun looked at him quietly.
"Don't be nervous, I'm your father. When you were little, you liked to stand guard at the door. When you saw me, you would come inside and call your mother."
The man acted as if he was joking, his eyes never leaving Lin Zhun's face.
They are so similar.
Jin Ze and he had an indescribable similarity in their silent expressions.
"I forgot," Lin Zhun said. "I forgot everything before I was six."
The man paused, he probably knew the reason.
The six-year-old was so naughty that he stood guard at the door. When he saw his father coming, he desperately tried to tell his mother to run away. Of course, he was beaten. At that time, there were some accidents. He Lin had a miscarriage, and Lin Zhun also hit his head and lost his memory.
The man slightly embellished the chaotic scene.
"When you were little, you liked me to hold you on my shoulders. I didn't sit firmly and fell down, and that was the accident. Your mother blamed me angrily." The man's eyes lingered, and the woman's screams filled his ears. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Your mother also told me that I should act like a father."
A warm and happy family, Lin Jun thought, it’s not too late now.
Lin Jun noticed that the sun was scorching and the wedding was going on, so it seemed a little too late to rush there now.
He looked at his father and walked forward.
In just a dozen seconds, he placed his hands on his father's shoulders and helped him adjust to a comfortable sitting position. "You are such a good child, very filial."
Lin Zhun met those eyes, eyes exactly like his own, and suddenly said.
"My name is Lin Zhun."
The man smiled and said, "You can have the surname He now. I am your father and I have the right to let you enter the He family."
Bang--
The man shuddered, and a fishy stench filled the air.
"Rapist."
Lin Zhun wiped the blood off his face indifferently, the trembling sound of gunfire lingering in his ears. In his sight, a swarm of black-clad bodyguards rushed towards this corner filled with sunlight and blood. Lin Zhun remained calm and slowly looked out the window. In an instant, someone pressed his head to the ground. The piercing beam of light, the blood beads and dust floating in the air, made Lin Zhun frown slightly.
I told you I'd be late.
I can't see you anymore.
The gun was loaded again, and Lin Zhun calmly fired a shot at Mr. He. The whole process took only a few minutes. Lin Zhun broke free from the bodyguard's hand, put the gun to Mr. He's head, and tapped it lightly.
Old Master He said angrily: "Beast, beast, beast who killed his father."
Lin Zhun's mind was filled with short memories amidst the severe pain: screams, noise, broken glass, belts, and the struggling back of a woman. He also had leather shoes kicking him in the face as he ran as hard as he could to find his mother. Then, he sat steadily beside his mother, gently patted on the shoulder, while they listened to the weather forecast on the noisy TV. The breeze ruffled his mother's long hair, and the smell of laundry detergent and mint filled the old cottage. The baby-sized Liu'ai slept peacefully and happily.
[Take good care of your sister.]
[go home. ]
The injured woman did not blame the rapist for her crime.
He hoped that his son would be an upright brother, provide his sister with a stable home, and always protect her without breaking the rules.
The meaning of a last wish is like thousands of fine needles.
He didn't do either.
"Do you want to live?" Lin Zhun said.
Old Master He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget, that bitch you want, ah—beast, she, isn't she afraid that I will take her life."
This bastard and bitch must be killed without a burial place. He regretted that when He Lin seduced his son in the villa, he should have made them live a life worse than death.
Now it's taking his son's life.
Looking at Mr. He's arrogant look, it seemed as if he was still in control of the overall situation.
Lin Zhun was a little unhappy. He sighed and removed one of Mr. He's arms.
He spoke slowly to Mr. He.
"Well, go ahead. Tell Meng Yuzhi that you want to kill his wife."
At this moment, the bodyguards stopped and remained quiet.
Everyone was choked by the three words "Meng Yuzhi".
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