Chapter 39 Chapter 39 “It’s just that ghost marriage is so unlucky,…
The night wind is always cooler after crossing the water.
Shen Che leaned against the guardrail, breathing heavily, and suddenly saw a pair of leather Oxford shoes stepping into his field of vision.
The other person slowly stood in front of him, and he looked up. Oh, an old acquaintance.
"Brother." His vocal cords vibrated and he choked on a mouthful of bloody saliva. He began to cough uncomfortably, and even his lungs ached slightly.
Feng Wen squatted down in front of him, looked around, and after a moment, he let out a chuckle that was hard to tell whether it was happy or angry.
"Hmm. It's so ugly, Archer."
Shen Che calmed his breathing and said, “I didn’t expect that either.”
He stared into those smoky gray eyes, feeling that the chill in the night wind seemed to grow even more intense.
After a while, he heard Feng Wen frown and take a breath, then uttered, "Tell me, what did you say to him?"
What did you say?
Shen Che pulled the corner of his lips.
…
The outskirts of the manor were silent at night, with only the lights in the distance still bright. The world seemed to be split into two. How could someone taste blood in the night wind while someone else was drinking champagne in the heating less than a kilometer away?
That's ridiculous.
When the pair of leather Oxford shoes that had been creased by squatting were straightened out again with an incomprehensible "Shit," Chen Che raised his eyes and gently hooked his fingers on the edge of his trousers.
"Brother, give him to me."
Feng Wen lowered his head and saw Chen Che's smiling eyes. For a moment, he felt that Xie Zhizhi was not fierce or cruel enough. Otherwise, how could such a stubborn and determined look appear on his face?
Has this kind of thing happened many times since you were a child?
From the colombo at Christmas to the Red Bull RB17 at New Year, Shen Che could always say to him naturally, "Brother, I like yours more than this one, can you give it to me?"
But no matter whether it was the Colombo or the limited edition sports car, they had already been paid for and could be given away or sold at will. Could it be that Xie Zhizhi had also been paid for by him at some point and had the red seal of property recognition been stamped on him?
Feng Wen slammed his phone, feeling the wind was a bit cold, and he had no interest in thinking anymore.
He bent his knees again and squatted in front of Shen Che, his cold gaze falling meaningfully on Shen Che's neck - the blood flowing out was no longer fresh, the oxygen had darkened the color, leaving only a small bit of silver light still bright.
"Are you mistaken, Chen Che?" Feng Wen reached out and hooked the silver chain. "Do you think this is a deal that can be done with just money?"
Unbuttoning with one hand, the silver chain suddenly fell and stretched into a long straight line.
Feng Wen sneered: "Don't drag me down if you're out of this situation yourself. I'm more anxious than you right now."
This is true.
When Feng Wen quickly walked back to the Aston Martin, the quantum silver door was wide open, but there was no one inside.
Something suddenly exploded in his head, reminding him that the situation was urgent and there was probably a change. Xie Zhizhi was now following the script of the runaway sweetheart. Logically, he should have started a carpet search and announced that "not even a fly could fly out."
But the Shen family's rubbish estate was ridiculously large. How could he have dug out Xie Zhizhi, who was less than 1.9 meters tall, from an area of nearly 400 acres? And how could they have parachuted in manpower and resources to play this kind of chase game with him?
Bang--
The car door was slammed shut.
When Feng Wen took out the black ice from his pocket, he found that his hands were shaking.
He lowered his head, bit his cigarette, and lit a fire. The moonlight was still bright today, making the water surface sparkle.
What did he say then?
"Sweetheart, eleven o'clock is not too late. Wait for me in the car. Do you want to stay at my house tonight?"
White smoke rolled out from between his lips.
"Wow, that's stupid."
Feng Wen smiled.
The ripples on the water's surface are messy and disordered, but dazzling enough.
Therefore, when the slender knuckles came into view and pinched the half-burned cigarette in his mouth, he was stunned for a few seconds, then he let go and opened his mouth.
The cigarettes were handed over.
Perhaps the moonlight was really nice. When Xie Zhizhi put the remaining half of the cigarette into his mouth with a cold face, his heart began to beat faster again.
"What are you doing?" Xie Zhizhi asked.
"I thought this was going to be the runaway sweetheart scenario. I was so nervous."
Xie Zhizhi turned his head, leaned against the guardrail and looked up at him. After a while, he raised his hand and took off the cigarette that was almost burned.
Beta's face was still wet, he pulled the corner of his lips and said lightly:
"Feng Wen, to be honest, we haven't even officially dated yet. Isn't it a bit of an exaggeration to say we're breaking up?"
Milky white smoke rolled out, and the taste of cool mint surged in his mouth. Xie Zhizhi threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it, thinking that the taste was different.
He raised his eyes, biting his back teeth and softly said, "I'm so unwilling to accept this."
There are many things that I am unwilling to accept.
His wrist tightened, and Xie Zhizhi let Feng Wen pull him toward the Aston Martin. He opened the door, pushed it in, and closed it with a loud bang, trembling with fear.
"Then what should I do?" Feng Wen supported himself on the chair with one hand, trapping the person underneath. He took a deep breath and said, "Sweetheart, how can this be possible?"
Could it be that after eight hours, a hickey can only be called a blood clot?
How come the shelf life is even shorter than that of damn handmade bread? Are there any relevant departments involved in this?
Feng Wen asked: "What do you want to do?"
Xie Zhizhi opened his mouth and closed it.
"Are you planning to marry Shen Che?"
"Just three short minutes." Xie Zhizhi said.
"By the time I realized what was happening, I had already gotten out of the car and walked about 400 meters. During that time, I considered many options, including but not limited to becoming a corporate spy, using pillow talk and internal and external collusion to bite off a piece of Shen's meat that would be heartbreaking for all shareholders."
"Then why did you come back?"
Xie Zhizhi confessed, "I want to see how you plan to make your words sound nice. Maybe there's an angle I haven't considered that can change my mind."
Feng Wen licked his lips and wiped away his tears: "What should I say now? Thank Jesus or God bless you?"
"I want to say thank you, sweetheart. But the fee for this sentence is very high. I asked Shen Che for eight zeros."
"Feng Wen, it's US dollars, not RMB."
Feng Wen gave a short laugh.
The space inside the car was still too small for two adult men. When Feng Wen picked up Xie Zhizhi from a lying position and moved him to sit on his lap, there were inevitable bumps and bruises during the movement.
I didn’t turn on the interior lights, but fortunately, Alpha’s night vision is quite amazing.
From the first day he became De Lan's deskmate, Feng Wen knew that Xie Zhizhi was very good at crying. Those tears of pretended sadness would soften at least two pieces of soft tissue paper, and eventually the corners of his eyes would turn white and red, so that the pure black pupils, which should have a reserved meaning, would be pickled with a fragile and vulnerable salty flavor, as if he couldn't live without him.
Except now.
When tears flowed coldly from his overly sharp pupils, Feng Wen was a little dazed, thinking that now was no different from standing on the edge of a cliff. Xie Zhizhi cried and said harshly, "I plan to jump by pulling Chen Che's dog legs, but I'll give you a chance to give me my last words. There's about a one in a thousand chance that you will convince me."
Feng Wen closed his eyes.
"Thanks, sweetheart," he said softly.
"But this isn't a business, sweetheart. Whether it's dollars or yuan, eight zeros are just a betrothal gift."
"Which version do you want to hear? I've prepared two, but I'm not sure which one suits your taste."
Xie Zhizhi said hoarsely: "Listen to both."
Feng Wen smiled and said, "It would be better if you were a little bit mean. You actually need me to teach you when you encounter something like this."
"You can't have it both ways because you're not ruthless enough. Why don't you whisper in Chen Che's ear instead of mine? Is Feng's money more valuable than Chen Che's?"
"I'm much easier to fool than Shen Che. Why do you think of romance first rather than economic benefits and returns at a time like this? Do you think you should change your major and go to the liberal arts college next door?"
Xie Zhizhi curled his lips: "I don't really like to hear this, next one."
Feng Wen: "Hmm..."
Xie Zhizhi's eyelashes trembled slightly.
When the alpha gently kissed the chin, the long lingering seemed to be a needle thread for the simple flesh-to-flesh contact, and it even had a sense of excessive piety.
"Feel sorry for me, I almost wanted to jump just now. Killing is against the law, sir, would I let you have an easy time before I die?"
"I will leave a suicide note on my email account, stating that I suffered emotional violence and became depressed and committed suicide. Even if my father thinks it's ridiculous, he may still try to find a way for us to get married in order to fulfill his son's last wish."
"It's just that ghost marriage is so unlucky. If there's a chance, I'd rather marry you in the living world. Please."
For a long time, only light breathing was left in the air.
"Lies." These two words seemed to be the final conclusion.
"Smoking a cigarette before jumping? To give yourself courage?"
Feng Wen snorted and laughed, "If you want to get to the bottom of the artistic techniques of the Academy of Arts, why don't you ask me how much sincerity there is in them?"
"Oh, what time?"
"Full marks, sweetheart."
When the driver arrived breathlessly, Xie Zhizhi buried himself in the alpha's shoulder and said in a light tone:
"Do I have a fever?"
Feng Wen said softly: "I'm not sure, do you want to go to the hospital?"
Xie Zhizhi muttered, "No."
With a low roar, the Aston Martin finally drove away from the lights of the manor in the wet night.
#
study.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were only city lights and a jagged skyline. Alpha casually sat on the edge of the large black table, swiped a few times on his phone, and made a call.
The call was connected quickly. The person on the other end seemed to be socializing, and the environment was noisy and somewhat decadent.
Feng Wen picked up the green radish leaves that were hanging randomly from the table and spoke slowly:
"Dad, do you care if your daughter-in-law is bullied?"
On the other side, Feng Nayun was silent for a full ten seconds. In the end, he chose to ask, "Who is my daughter-in-law?"
Oh, it turns out there is an information gap.
Feng Wen clicked his tongue and said, "The youngest son of the Xie family, Xie Zhizhi."
Feng Nayun was silent for another ten seconds, made an apologetic gesture to Mr. A and Mr. B beside him, and chose to walk out of the conference hall first.
"Isn't Xie Zhizhi engaged to the son of the Shen family? Are you sure?"
"Engagement isn't marriage, so has the Civil Affairs Bureau approved it?"
Feng Nayun scoffed, "Oh? Then why is it that at the Shen family dinner today, I heard the ladies all saying that my daughter-in-law and Young Master Shen had a kiss to seal their love, and it seems like they have a very good relationship?"
"Yes, if you're well-informed, you should know that kissing someone on the face without consent is only considered unilateral sexual harassment." Feng Wen laughed. "Your daughter-in-law is being sexually harassed by her fiancé. Dad, can you stand by and watch this?"
Feng Nayun felt a slight headache: "Wow, Daddy, this is the first day I know that these generational titles can be used so confusingly. What's the point of this?"
"What can it be called? Zhizhi was so angry that he left on the spot, and beat Young Master Shen until his face was covered in blood. He might still be lying on the riverside path of the manor. You call this a commitment?"
Feng Nayun's brows jumped: "Oh, so you're just going to rob it by force?"
"It's not that hard, Dad." Feng Wen raised his lips. "Chen Che's wolfish heart is still there. Do you think I'm so lucky that I can snatch someone from a dog's mouth for free? Now I'm asking you for eight zeros as a betrothal gift. It's best to transfer it to US dollars. I know I won't accept RMB."
"Eight zeros?" Feng Nayun laughed. "I haven't even met my daughter-in-law yet, and you're snatching money from me. Do you know how many zeros the contract Dad signed tonight was?"
"Why would I care so much?"
Bang--
"Hold on, Dad."
The call ended in vain. Feng Wen walked out of the study and saw Xie Zhizhi sitting on the sofa, blinking at him blankly, with a thermometer in his mouth. There was a leather tissue box overturned on the ground, probably accidentally knocked it over in the dark.
"What's wrong? You want some water?"
Xie Zhizhi sat with his legs crossed and nodded.
Feng Wen turned on the hall light, went around to the medicine cabinet to get a pill, came back and took it off. He squinted at the thermometer, took a look, and put the pill into Xie Zhizhi's mouth.
The pills were not sugar-coated, and the bitter powder dissolved instantly. Xie Zhizhi sat there obediently, sticking out his tongue and waiting to be fed water.
Feng Wen fed it carefully, and when he saw that the man had almost finished swallowing, he raised his left hand and took a look. The call was still going on, so he put down the cup and planned to continue talking to Feng Nayun about the eight zeros.
The corner of the clothes was caught.
Feng Wen lowered his head and saw that Xie Zhizhi's eyes were wet and slightly red due to the fever. He asked slowly:
"Do I have a fever... What medicine did you give me?"
medicine?
-- Acetaminophen, usually used to treat colds and fevers.
"Paracetaminophen." Feng Wen leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.
"37.5, not very high, it's okay sweetheart."
He shook his phone: "I'll be back in five minutes."
…
"...Hmm." Feng Nayun felt that he seemed to be silent all day long.
Feng Wen closed the study door: "Dad?"
"Yes."
Feng Wen chuckled and said slowly, "Your donation of a teaching building may not necessarily yield any tangible returns from DeLand University, but these eight zeros will definitely contribute to your son's academic success."
Feng Nayun lit a cigarette: "Oh? What do you mean?"
"A marriage certificate is worth two credits at Mother Teresa. Dad, didn't you say we come from a scholarly family?"
"A family of scholars?" Feng Nayun laughed and cursed him as a bastard.
"What if Shen Che refuses? Do you think he's just putting on a show in front of Mr. Shen, spreading rumors in front of the ladies? It'll be embarrassing if it gets out of hand."
"Over there, Chen Che..." Feng Wen narrowed his eyes, "There's no rush."
"Take your money and favors and build a good relationship with my father-in-law and mother-in-law. Don't let me bring their little boy home and have to call you Uncle Feng. It will be very embarrassing for me if the generations are messed up."
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