Chapter 179 How Did Your Mom Die?
Yue Zifeng stood up and walked away in disgust.
He Tingzhou didn't move at all, his slightly raised eyelids revealed a cold and impatient look: "Aren't you my lover?"
"You fucking bastard..." Zheng Zuye was most annoyed by his careless and irritating look. He gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and smiled. "Aren't you very worried about her? You kidnapped her, why don't you marry her back quickly? Do you not want to marry her, or does she not dare to marry someone like you, He?"
He Tingzhou said, "It's not like your grandfather is marrying you a stepmother, why are you so worried?"
He's like a non-Newtonian fluid. You can't hit him with your fists. You adopt a gentle strategy, but your legs get stuck.
The frustration from last time made Zheng Zuye unhappy for several days. He drank a lot of wine today and was eager to vent his anger.
"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about her. If she marries you, what good will happen to her? Men like you are so hypocritical that you can even sacrifice your own wives and children for your own future."
The look in Zheng Zuye's eyes and the smile on his face were full of malice: "Have you forgotten what happened to your mother? How she died is how Song Shuangxu will die; how she was..."
Bang——
He Tingzhou's action was so fast that no one in the room had time to react. The heavy marble coffee table was overturned by his kick, and the table full of wine bottles and glasses fell towards Zheng Zuye.
The sofa was displaced by the violent impact, and Zheng Zuye fell backwards unexpectedly, with wine and glass all over his body.
"He Tingzhou, fuck your mother!" He got up from the ground and was about to pounce on He Tingzhou. The people in the box who were stunned by the loud commotion came to their senses and immediately rushed up and grabbed Zheng Zuye. Yue Zifeng, Zuo Zhong and others also quickly stood beside He Tingzhou.
"Mr. Zheng! Are you okay?"
Zheng Zuye became increasingly angry and humiliated by the wolf: "Let me go, you f*cking beast!"
He Tingzhou walked towards him, stepping on the wine flowing on the ground. His cold and fierce eyes scared Yue Zifeng. He pressed He Tingzhou's shoulders to stop him, but he couldn't hold down He Tingzhou's explosive power.
"Hey, Master!" Yue Zi whispered in his ear, "It will do us no good to beat him up now. Don't let it affect the overall situation."
The murderous coldness seemed to last only a moment, and soon disappeared from He Tingzhou's eyes. He pushed Yue Zifeng's hand away and walked towards Zheng Zuye.
The second-generation rich kids, who had spent their days eating, drinking, whoring and gambling and had exhausted their bodies, were unable to control the drunk Zheng Zuye, and it seemed that he was about to get away from them.
He Tingzhou not only did not avoid it, but moved closer step by step.
Several people shouted arrogantly: "Master Zhou, if you hit us again, don't blame us for being rude."
He Tingzhou ignored them and stared at Zheng Zuye's furious face with cold eyes. He said slowly and calmly, "I promise you, the next person to file a complaint in Yancheng will definitely be your Zheng family."
Zheng Zuye suddenly pushed away the others and tried to rush towards him, but Yue Zifeng quickly stood in front of He Tingzhou and pushed Zheng Zuye in the chest.
Zheng Zuye was already very drunk, and was pushed unexpectedly by him, causing him to lose his balance. He was supported from behind by someone before he could stand steadily.
Yue Zifeng pointed his finger at him and said, "You're almost there! If you don't want to live anymore, go hang yourself with a rope. Why do you have to come to him to die? Remember, you're still alive because of your grandpa. He's already 80 years old. Do you have the ability to keep him alive and make him immortal? Either you go with him when the time comes, or you better keep quiet and stop bringing hatred to yourself!"
Who does he think he is? Zheng Zuye ignored him: "Who do you think you are, Yue?"
"I'm not a thing, I'm a human!" Yue Zifeng waved his hands at his gang of bad friends, "Hurry up, get him out! If he gets beaten again, we may not be in trouble, but you will all be the ones to bear the consequences first!"
A group of people quickly worked together to carry Zheng Zuye out.
Only after the door of the private room was closed did Yue Zifeng heave a sigh of relief and look at the mess on the ground with a heavy head.
"What the hell is that?" Even someone as good-tempered as Zuo Zhong couldn't help but swear.
"Tingzhou, don't listen to his nonsense. Your mother sacrificed her life for the country. Commander, he..."
He Tingzhou pretended not to hear them, walked straight past them and opened the door of the private room.
Noisy drumbeats came from the first floor, shaking the floor as if it were shaking. None of the changing lights could reveal He Tingzhou's expression. He walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace and left.
Returning to Taiheyuan and passing the driveway outside the villa, the house behind the glass was completely dark.
Frost is not here today.
She returned to the Shen family.
He Tingzhou got out of the car, slammed the door, and stepped onto the white steps in front of the door. The door opened from the inside, and Wansui, with sleepy eyes, came out to greet him.
He Tingzhou walked into the house and he followed sleepily.
The footsteps of the man and the dog were so clear in the night that it was frightening.
He Tingzhou walked through the living room and turned on every light in the house one by one.
Light dispels darkness, but the silent and empty silence cannot be filled by light.
He Tingzhou went upstairs, unbuttoned his shirt slowly as usual, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Frost is not here today.
*
The idea of leaving the Song family had sprouted in Shuang Xu's mind a long time ago.
The relationship between her and the Song family was too thin. The grace of raising a child was more important than the grace of giving birth to the Shen family. When Song Mianzhi stood idly by when the Shen family fell into trouble, the last thread of ties had already been severed in Shuang Xu's heart.
But she also knew that this would not be easy.
She is of great use to the Song family.
Life is so unpredictable. When the Song family initially disdained her, they probably didn't expect that she would become so important in the future.
After all, even she herself could not have predicted that one day she would have so many stories with He Tingzhou.
She had so many thoughts in her mind that she suffered from insomnia. She tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.
She woke up from her sleep for some unknown reason. In the darkness, she picked up her phone and checked the time.
It’s 2:10 in the morning.
I wanted to put down my phone and go back to sleep, but then I saw an unread message on the screen.
Seeing the words "jealous", she picked up the phone and unlocked it again.
0:38
Vinegar essence: [Are you asleep?]
0:48
Vinegar essence: [No sleep allowed]
1:03
Vinegar: [Did you dream about me?]
1:25
A photo of a roadside camphor tree.
Vinegar Spirit: [This tree looks like a ghost]
1:36
Vinegar Spirit: [Song Shuangxu, how can you sleep?]
The last message was sent half an hour ago. Shuang Xu was a little confused and replied: [What are you doing up late at night? ]
Almost as soon as the message was sent, a new sentence popped up on He Tingzhou's side: [Insomnia]
The speed was so fast that it seemed as if he was always staring at her dialogue box.
His sleeping condition has actually improved recently. He can fall asleep without listening to stories, but he just likes to sleep with her in his arms.
But she was just going home for one day, so she wouldn't suffer from insomnia.
[Can I call you?] Maybe it would be better to hear her voice.
This time, after a few minutes, He Tingzhou replied: [You go to sleep]
Shuang Xu was actually quite sleepy, so he replied: [Good night]
He Tingzhou: [Good night, baby]
Shuang Xu put down his phone, pulled the quilt tightly and closed his eyes.
Sleepiness and confused thoughts intertwined, and she didn't know how long it had passed. She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, picked up the phone again, and slid to the inky black photo on it.
That road looks familiar.
She threw back the quilt and got out of bed. She couldn't find her slippers, so she simply didn't wear them. She ran to the window barefoot, opened the curtains and looked down.
There was a car parked at the corner of the road, right in front of her room. The orange light from the street lamp shone on a tall figure.
He Tingzhou leaned against the car door in the dark and looked up in her direction.
Their eyes met from a distance, and Shuang Xu couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was that made him feel like an overturned bottle in his heart at that moment.
He Tingzhou saw her.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket, slid it, and put it to his ear. The next second, the phone in Shuang Xu's hand rang.
She looked at He Tingzhou and answered the phone.
There was a faint sound of wind on the other end of the phone, and He Tingzhou's voice was still lazy: "Did you dream about me?"