Chapter 45: The beautiful puppy has a history of biting people, and has bitten many people...
With the blessing of the festival, the nightlife that just ended was more intense and earlier than usual.
Before eight o'clock, the crowds were dancing like puppets in the midst of decadence and extravagance. Fang Qingzhuo rarely went to nightclubs. He walked among all kinds of young men and women with a sullen face. He looked for them according to the box number sent to him. Gu Yang was smoking and chatting and laughing with the famous playboys in the surrounding circle, looking like a senior playboy.
The electronic music was deafening, and it was only when a female PR leaned on his shoulder and reminded him that someone was coming that he lazily turned his attention to Fang Qingzhuo.
With a wave of her hand, the woman tactfully made way for her seat. The others also stopped what they were doing and looked on with a look of anticipation.
Fang Qingzhuo didn't make any movement, staring at Gu Yang for a long time without any expression.
Gu Yang didn't mind. He shrugged, grabbed the bottle of wine on the table, and took a swig. Then he slouched back on the sofa, pulled out his phone, glanced at the time, and nonchalantly commented, "A full twenty-five minutes later than the agreed time."
Fang Qingzhuo didn't explain why he was late. He just dumped a bag of cash on the table filled with bottles and jars. "I brought what you asked for."
Gu Yang drank some wine, and although he was not drunk, his eyes were inexplicably lazy. He looked around and saw ten stacks of money, not a penny more or less.
He propped himself up on the comfortable leather sofa, picked up a stack of cash, and tossed it between his palms as he glanced around at the hungry wolves in the shadows. "What do you think? My good brother has come personally to give us this gift. How should I spend it?"
All the second-generation rich people present looked up to the sky and shouted "Brother Yang is mighty", and the women accompanying the guests followed suit and made a fuss, and the scene instantly became lively.
Gu Yang became excited and untied the paper banknotes: "Okay, I'm happy today. I'll give everyone New Year's red envelopes and wish that my friendship with my brothers will last forever."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his arms and let go in one go. Then, several red bills in his hands flew from above his head to all directions and then fell to the ground.
In ancient times, fairies scattered flowers, and now resentful men scatter money.
The scene was chaotic for a while. People at this table and the next table all wanted to get a piece of the pie, and they crowded together to grab it.
The red and blue strobe lights kept passing across the excited faces of the young men and women, and banknotes and colored papers were flying in the sky. At this moment, human nature was reduced to dust. Fang Qingzhuo frowned, and looked at Gu Yang's cold eyes across the lights and wine. He felt so uncomfortable in his heart. Although one hundred thousand was not a large amount of money, it was also earned bit by bit by Luo Shu.
What's embarrassing is that a while ago he shamelessly told Luo Shu to come to him if she needed money, but then he turned around and asked for the money.
After squandering all his money, he couldn't stay any longer and made a move to leave.
Seeing this, Gu Yang called out to him, "Where are you going?"
Fang Qingzhuo turned a deaf ear to him. He hadn't taken two steps when he heard the sound of glass breaking. He turned around and saw Gu Yang smashing the bottles of wine like a madman, one bottle after another, without exception. Various foreign liquors mixed with perfume filled the air with an indescribable smell of gunpowder. Everyone was frightened by his posture and even alarmed the security personnel.
Fang Qingzhuo maintained a calm demeanor from beginning to end, "Do you want to see what a mess you are in now?"
Gu Yang panted and repeated in a hoarse voice: "Tell me where you are going."
"Home, where else can I go?"
"I don't believe it." He glared at her, stepped on the broken glass and took a few steps forward, pointing at Fang Qingzhuo, "Are you going to go find her?"
Outsiders had no idea who that "she" was, but it was obvious that she was a girl, because the two ancestors looked unhappy, especially Fang Qingzhuo, who exuded a sense of impending storm.
He showed the call screen with the note "Grandma" on it: "Are you relieved now? Or would you mind answering it for me?"
Gu Yang's chest rose and fell as he tried his best to digest his anger. He scratched his hair, took a step back, and said, "Since we're here, we should show some respect and have a drink before we leave."
Then he waved and sent someone to bring a bottle of Cordon Bleu.
After receiving the instructions, the female public relations officer struck while the iron was hot and poured a full glass of wine. Holding the glass, she twisted her hips and moved closer to Fang Qingzhuo. She reached out her hand and held his arm affectionately at close range, intending to have close contact, but the owner of the arm dodged and she was left empty-handed.
Gu Yang restrained himself and twitched his jaw muscles. "What did you promise me last night? Why are you so unwilling to grant me such a small request?"
As expected, Fang Qingzhuo accepted the glass of Jiang Gong's brandy in front of everyone, the veins on the back of his hand holding the glass were exposed, Gu Yang didn't see it, his heart and eyes were full of joy and comfort that his wishes were fulfilled, but the next second, his smile froze, he fell from the clouds to the mortal world, because Fang Qingzhuo poured the glass of wine at his feet as a kind of memorial.
"Gu Yang, you've crossed the line."
On the last day of the old year, Fang Qingzhuo's resolute back and the parting words he left behind continued to impact his tense nerve fibers and fragile eardrums.
After speeding all the way, Fang Qingzhuo finally arrived at mealtime just before Fang Jueshan's patience ran out.
The Fang family has a family tradition that has been passed down since who knows when. On the first and last day of the solar calendar of the year, the whole family must get together to have a simple meal, which means to have a beginning and an end.
The old lady refused to move her chopsticks until her grandson came. When Fang Qingzhuo arrived, exhausted, she was like every elder, either sighing how long it had been since they last met or sighing why he had lost weight again.
Fang Jueshan glanced over and said in a tone that seemed to agree but also mocked: "It's because he went out to live and had trouble."
This statement was immediately met with harsh criticism from his mother: "Why did he move out? Don't you know? It's all your fault."
Fang Jueshan was obviously unwilling to talk about the dark history of self-immolation that he had instigated. He just said "hmm" perfunctorily and continued eating.
The old lady was very dissatisfied with his attitude and kept on talking about his various unreliable behaviors, from family matters to his risky decisions.
The dishes in the bowls were piled up like a hill. Fang Qingzhuo listened absentmindedly to the conversation echoing in his ears. Slowly, the words became intermittent, vaguely accompanied by words such as taking risks, increasing leverage, and real estate industry bubble.
After scolding her son, the old lady turned her gaze to her precious grandson, only to see him staring at the screen of his mobile phone motionlessly, as if waiting for some important news.
"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
Fang Qingzhuo shook his head in denial. He had no appetite at all. He was now tormented by a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of his promise to his brother Yiyi weighed heavily on his heart. He wondered how Luo Shu was doing. Was she still waiting in the mountains? Was she still waiting for dinner? Why hadn't she heard anything since that message?
These questions attacked his mind like a piercing blow, and the guilt spread and grew along every vein.
While he was distracted, he blurted out, "I've been wanting to get a pet lately."
The old lady first glanced at the indifferent Fang Jueshan, then put down the spoon and, with a kind look on her face, indulged him: "What pet? A kitten or a puppy?"
A little impatience will ruin a big plan. In this uncertain environment where the rain has not come yet but may come at any time, Fang Qingzhuo forced himself to suppress the restlessness and depression that was rampant in his heart.
"A very beautiful little dog with very sharp teeth."
"If you want to raise a child, then raise it. If you are too busy, grandma will take care of it for you." The old lady said understandingly.
"But it has a history of biting people. It has bitten many people."
The old lady's expression suddenly became awkward, then turned to worry, strongly objecting: "You can't keep a biting one around. Listen to grandma, let's get a different one, a gentler one. Grandma will help you choose one later, and I will definitely help you pick one that suits your taste."
"I just want it." A strong wave of fear accumulated in Fang Qingzhuo's dark pupils. He didn't raise one for fun on a whim. First of all, he didn't have the time cost. Secondly, he decided to raise it because he liked it from the bottom of his heart.
"Did it bite you?"
At this moment, Fang Jueshan, who had not said a word of praise the entire time, suddenly said, "In other words, will it bite you?"
Fang Qingzhuo's eyes flashed with a fleeting glimmer of confusion: "No, it didn't. On the contrary, it just bit my trouser leg, wagged its tail and stuck out its tongue."
"That's all." Fang Jueshan raised his head and caught a glimpse of the rare clarity in Haodaer's eyes. His expression remained calm, but his words were full of meaning. "Even if it bites you accidentally or on purpose in the future, you can lock it up and train it little by little until it stops biting you."
"Such a simple truth, do you still need me to tell you?"
Lock? Train? These keywords combined like a key, unlocking the long-hidden cage door of Fang Qingzhuo's dark inner world.
The feeling of loss of control that had troubled him for a long time finally found a balance. If he couldn't resolve the conflict, he would resolve the person who created the conflict.
His defenses collapsed, and Fang Qingzhuo suddenly realized something. He grabbed the car keys on the table and set off for Langyue Mountain.
Screw it, I won’t pretend anymore.
No matter whether she had done anything to let Gu Yang down or not, even if she had, he would admit it.
Anyway, his view on friendship...
Oh, it doesn’t matter anymore.
As long as she stays by his side and is devoted to him, he will forgive the past and not bother to care about the mess. If she is unwilling or unruly, it doesn't matter. He can just teach her step by step. What a simple way.
The lights in the villa were bright.
The old lady looked at Fang Qingzhuo who didn't even turn his head. No matter how she called out, she couldn't stop his determined steps to go out. On the contrary, she shouted louder and started running.
She withdrew her gaze and returned it to her excellent son who always had his own ideas. As a sixty-year-old woman, she had no say in the company's reform, but she had to intervene in the education of the younger generation. In the past, she only hinted at it a few times, but this time she didn't want the only son of the Fang family to follow his old path and repeat his mistakes.
"You don't care about him at all?"
Fang Jueshan had gone hungry waiting for that little bastard. Now, after eating and drinking his fill, he slowly and calmly asked in a tone of confusion, "Mom, you and my dad couldn't control me before, so how can I control him now?"
Yes, she had studied for more than forty years, but unfortunately Fang Jueshan never took it to heart, and in the end she was trapped in her own web and deceived herself.
"If you teach him like this, you won't be afraid of teaching him bad things."
Unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth curled up sharply, and he was obviously recalling some profound past events, and then he let out a low laugh, which made people feel inexplicably obsessed with going down this path to the end.
"It's all based on experience. Otherwise, how do you think your precious grandson would come to you?"
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