Chapter 307 Ten years is enough time to tame a dog.
Xie Nanzhi paused for half a second, then asked, "How did you know?"
Wei Chi closed his laptop and subconsciously looked out the window, which was in the direction of Hong Kong. "When my wife misses me, she likes to go to the balcony to feel the breeze."
Xie Nanzhi felt a lump in her throat, but forced a smile. "Stop being so narcissistic. I just want to look at the stars."
As she spoke, she turned to look at the starry sky, "Wei Chizheng, there are so many stars today, just like when we went to the mountaintop to watch the sunrise last time."
Wei Chizheng couldn't help but recall the time he climbed a mountain to watch the sunrise; the starry sky was nothing compared to her captivating smile.
Wei Chizheng didn't know how beautiful the stars were that day, but Xie Nanzhi was so beautiful that he could never forget her.
Wei Chizheng said, "It is very beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful."
Xie Nanzhi was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "When you come back, take me to the mountaintop to see the stars."
Wei Chizheng said, "Okay, this time, we'll bring a tent."
tent?
The next second, Xie Nanzhi came to her senses.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she pursed her lips, but she didn't say that his mind was full of inappropriate thoughts.
Xie Nanzhi said softly, "It's a good idea."
This time, it was Wei Chi's turn to be unable to do it.
After a moment, Wei Chizheng laughed out loud, "It's rare to find someone who shares the same interests as my wife."
Xie Nanzhi lowered her head, staring at her toes, with a smile playing on her lips.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Xie Nanzhi wrapped her clothes tighter around herself, but felt a warm glow in her heart.
It turns out that longing isn't a one-way wind, but rather a tacit understanding where he can accurately grasp all her emotions even when they're thousands of miles apart.
Before hanging up, Wei Chizheng told her to go back inside quickly so she wouldn't catch a cold.
Xie Nanzhi was obedient. After hanging up the phone, she looked up at the starry sky and her lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
On the first night after Wei Chizheng left, Xie Nanzhi was so tired that she couldn't fall asleep until late at night.
I still couldn't sleep the second night.
When Xie Nanzhi went to the hospital to take care of Wang Shufen, she had dark circles under her eyes. Wang Shufen was heartbroken and her own eyes were red.
She kept saying that it was her fault for making Xie Nanzhi worry, and that it was all her fault.
Xie Nanzhi couldn't be persuaded; perhaps that's just how the older generation thinks. They love their children dearly, and they'll take on everything themselves.
Fortunately, Wang Shufen is recovering well, and her rejection reaction is not severe. It can be controlled with medication in the later stages.
Xie Nanzhi could finally put her mind at ease.
However, concerns about Wei Chizheng have not diminished at all.
The capital city.
The massive Wei Group remains a dominant force in Beijing, and the information Wei Chizheng had Mu Lin gather confirms that what Jian Yao said is true.
Early spring in Beijing is not as warm as in the port city, especially at night, when the wind carries a damp chill that seeps in through the windows of unfinished buildings, stirring up dust from the ground.
Wei Chizheng sat on the only wooden chair, the chair legs leaving slight marks from the dust on the ground.
The cigarette between his fingers was half-burned, and white smoke rose in circles, dispersing into a blurry mist under the moonlight, which just happened to obscure half of the coldness in his eyes.
Wei Chizheng didn't speak, but squinted at the man kneeling on the ground, his gaze scraping over the man's disheveled appearance like sandpaper.
His cheekbones were swollen high, and purplish-blue marks spread to his jaw, stained with dried scabs. The glasses that should have been on his nose were broken, leaving only half a frame, with tiny specks of dust stuck in the cracks in the lenses, swaying gently with the man's breathing.
He hung his head, stray hairs clinging to his forehead, which was beaded with cold sweat, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been sanded, "Young Master, I really don't know about the Master's condition. Even if you beat me to death today, it won't do any good..."
Wei Chizheng's gaze grew increasingly sinister. He moved slightly, and the ash from his cigarette fell to the ground, creating a few tiny white specks in the dust.
However, Wei Chizheng didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag, and exhaled, the smoke hitting the man's head directly.
The man's shoulders jerked, as if he were choked by the smoke or simply terrified. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare utter another word.
The man stared warily at Wei Chizheng, his gaze fixed on the man's clenched hands.
The hands that had been holding the scalpel now had white knuckles, and the palms were stained with something that was hard to tell if it was their own blood or dust. The fingertips were trembling slightly.
After a long silence, Wei Chizheng finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was penetrating and overpowered the sound of the wind outside the window. "Dr. Wang, you've been the Wei family doctor for ten years now, haven't you?"
The man lowered his head, his body trembling violently. His eyes, behind the shattered glass, were filled with panic—a deep-seated fear of Wei Chizheng.
"Yes, it's been ten years."
Wei Chizheng looked at him casually and disdainfully, "Ten years has passed. By now, even a dog should be well-trained."
Dr. Wang opened his mouth, "Young Master, I don't know what you mean by this..."
The cigarette had burned a little more, and Wei Chizheng threw the cigarette butt at his feet, crushing out the sparks with his foot in an instant.
Suddenly, Wei Chi stood up, dragging the wooden chair on the ground with a screeching sound, which startled Dr. Wang so much that he almost collapsed to the ground.
Wei Chizheng had lost his patience. He walked up to Dr. Wang, looking down at him. "My patience is limited. Tell me, what did you and Wei Jing conspire against?"
Dr. Wang was so frightened that his teeth started chattering uncontrollably, his chin rested on his chest, and you could see the veins on the back of his neck were taut, like a string about to snap.
Dr. Wang is stubborn and refuses to admit anything, even if it means dying.
He struggled desperately, "Young Master, it's true, I really..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Chizheng interrupted him, "If I didn't have evidence, do you think I would have come after you?"
Wei Chizheng's hand hung at his side, his fingers clearly defined, with thin calluses still on his fingertips. He was playing with a lighter, the flickering flame reflecting his unfathomable thoughts.
Then, Wei Chizheng sneered, his voice still steady but colder than before, "In other words, even without evidence, I have plenty of ways to prevent anyone from speaking. Dr. Wang, would you like to try?"
The man's body jolted violently, his hands hanging by his sides instantly clenching into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood without him even noticing.
He looked up, his eyes behind the shattered glass filled with terror, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. "Young Master, Wei Jing forced me to do this. He threatened me with my family. If I didn't do as he said, he would use my family as a target. I had no choice."
Dr. Wang was so frightened that she cried.
It's true that he was threatened at the time, but he also thought that Wei Chizheng was dead and Wei Jing was all-powerful, which is why he took the risk of colluding with Wei Jing.
If I had known Wei Chizheng was still alive, I would never have dared to do this.
Wei Chizheng took a step forward, his shoe tip touching the man's knee. "To be more specific, tell me exactly what Wei Jing made you do from what time onwards, word for word. If I find out you're hiding anything, I'll make you wish you were dead."
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