Chapter 363 I thought you would abort the child
The journey back was even more silent than the way there; the oppressive atmosphere inside the car made it feel like even breathing was suffocating.
Mu Lin wisely kept quiet, and Xie Nanzhi simply stayed by his side. Perhaps what Wei Chizheng needed most right now was peace and quiet.
Mu Lin stopped the car, and Wei Chizheng got out. His cold, handsome features were even more angular in the moonlight. He glanced at Mu Lin and said, "Investigate."
As for what to investigate, Mu Lin knew perfectly well.
Mu Lin: "Yes, Second Master."
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The night was like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, pressing heavily over the city.
After Xie Nanzhi and Wei Chizheng returned home, the motion-sensor light in the entryway shone a warm yellow light, but it couldn't illuminate the gloom in his eyes.
That was the thick fog that had been lingering in his heart ever since he learned in the afternoon that his brother, who had been "dead" for many years, was not only alive, but also the mastermind behind the poison that had caused him to die before the age of thirty, the one who had caused him and Xie Nanzhi to miss each other for so many years, and the one who had also harmed his uncle.
Wei Chizheng didn't change his shoes and went straight to the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. The glass door made a soft sound when he opened it, and the sound of the bottles clinking together was particularly clear in the quiet room.
He didn't look for a glass, but instead unscrewed a bottle of whiskey. The amber liquid dripped down the bottle neck and splashed onto the back of his hand that was gripping the bottle. He seemed oblivious to it and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.
The spicy liquid burned my throat, but the dull, intense pain in my heart didn't lessen at all.
Xie Nanzhi walked over and gently pressed down on his wrist, which was holding the wine bottle. "Wei Chizheng, drink less."
The warmth of her fingertips contrasted sharply with the coolness of the back of his hand. Wei Chizheng paused, but did not put down the wine bottle. He simply turned his head to look at her, his eyes clearly bloodshot.
Wei Chizheng's voice was terribly hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood. "Nanzhi, do you know? I used to talk to his tombstone and say that I would support the Wei family. He was the first person I told about my feelings for you... Now that I think about it, it's so ridiculous."
He chuckled, a laugh laced with self-mockery. "He's not dead at all. He's hiding in the shadows watching me struggle like a fool. How ridiculous."
He raised the bottle again, and Xie Nanzhi didn't stop him anymore. Instead, she gently helped him to sit down on the sofa.
She squatted down in front of him, looked up at him, and gently wiped away the undried wine stains on the back of his hand. "I know you're feeling terrible right now. Anyone would be heartbroken to suddenly find that their closest person has become their worst enemy. But Wei Chizheng, don't forget, you still have me and the child. You shouldn't break down for our sake."
Wei Chizheng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the top of her black hair. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak.
The alcohol hit me fast, my head started to feel heavy, but the images in my mind became clearer and clearer.
He always remembered Wei Xuechen's appearance, that taciturn man who almost never spoke to him.
Wei Chizheng had always thought that the coldness between them was due to their large age difference. It turned out that Wei Xuechen had always hated him.
His indifference wasn't because he had nothing to talk about.
Simply because Wei Xuechen loathed him, extremely loathed him.
Wei Chizheng frowned deeply, his voice low and hoarse, "If he hates me, then why hasn't he appeared all these years to take over the Wei family business?"
Xie Nanzhi grasped his hand resting on his knee, the warmth of her palm slowly transferring to him. "Whether Wei Xuechen is dead or not, we can only speculate at the moment. Besides, so many years have passed; perhaps he really didn't die back then, and we can't guarantee that no accidents have happened over the years. Wei Chizheng, calm down and wait for Mu Lin's results. If Wei Xuechen is still alive, we'll find him and ask him everything face to face."
Wei Chizheng didn't speak; he remained silent.
After a while, she got up and went to the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles, and placed it on the coffee table in front of Wei Chizheng.
When he returned, he had already put the wine bottle aside, his fingers unconsciously stroking the fabric of the sofa.
Xie Nanzhi sat down next to him without saying anything more, just quietly keeping him company.
Sometimes comforting someone isn't about saying a lot of words, but about letting them know that no matter how miserable or depressed they are, there's always someone by their side who won't leave.
The night outside the window grew deeper, and distant neon lights shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled light on the floor.
Wei Chizheng remained silent for a long time before finally turning his head and burying his face in Xie Nanzhi's neck, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly, "Nanzhi, it's so good to have you."
Xie Nanzhi gently patted his back, as if comforting a wounded animal, "I will never leave you. Whenever you are tired, there will always be a shoulder for you to lean on."
Under the warm yellow light, the wine bottle stood quietly on the coffee table, untouched.
Those suppressed and painful emotions may not disappear overnight, but with this companionship, Wei Chizheng knows that he doesn't have to bear them alone.
No matter what lies ahead, there will always be someone by his side who will never leave him.
He is no longer alone.
The matter in the capital has come to an end.
As for Wei Xuechen's matter, too many years have passed; it cannot be investigated in a day or two.
The Wei Group declared bankruptcy, and its former glory became a page in history. Today, in China, the Nanzheng Group has become a veritable tycoon.
Wei Chizheng and Xie Nanzhi also planned to return to Hong Kong.
On the plane back, the two accidentally bumped into Jian Yao, who was heavily pregnant.
Her belly was already quite noticeable; it looked like she would give birth in two months.
Jian Yao's clothes were much simpler, but she had gained weight and looked quite well. She was taken aback when she saw Xie Nanzhi.
She subconsciously looked at Wei Chizheng again, "You two still have such a good relationship."
As soon as Jian Yao sat down, she stroked her rounded belly and said, "Speaking of which, the child in my belly should call you great-uncle."
This child is Pei Jingchuan's, and in a sense, he is indeed related to Wei Chizheng.
Next to her in the aisle was Xie Nanzhi, who didn't seem to harbor much hostility towards Jian Yao.
When Jian Yao and Pei Jingchuan got together, she had already broken up with him, so she couldn't be considered a rival in love. Jian Yao's provocations had all been taught a lesson.
Moreover, Jian Yao also helped Wei Chizheng in Wei Huaibo's matter.
Xie Nanzhi glanced at the baby in her belly, "I thought you would abort this child."
Jian Yao raised an eyebrow, "Like you were back then?"
Xie Nanzhi's expression changed, and her face immediately turned a shade paler.
The next second, her cold hand was grasped by Wei Chizheng, and Xie Nanzhi and he looked at each other, as if in silent comfort.
Jian Yao laughed, "You two are really something, can you stop showing off your love? To be honest, after Pei Jingchuan went to the hospital, I didn't want this child, but I went to the hospital to ask. My body has already broken down because of my efforts to get pregnant with Wei Chizheng's child. If I don't have this child, I may never be able to be a mother in my life."
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