The dosage of medicine Shen Jiaoru gave him was very large, and it was not until 8:00 in the morning that the heat in his body slowly subsided.
Fu Jinbai got off the bed, glanced coldly at Chen Jiaoru who was lying on the floor with her eyes open, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He calmly asked Special Assistant Zhou to throw Shen Jiaoru's body into the garbage dump. After staying alone by his father's tombstone for three days, he transferred all his assets to Special Assistant Zhou.
That day was a day with birds singing and flowers blooming.
Fu Jinbai stood in front of his family's tombstone, his expression numb and empty, his eyes devoid of all the extreme depression brought by hatred, and with it came a kind of indifferent relief.
A great revenge is sought, looking back on a life full of calculations and schemes, and in the end, he is left alone.
Even if he has power, what good does it do? He wants nothing.
He should have died ten years ago, and now he has no regrets.
Fu Jinbai slowly took out the pistol from his waist, put it against his temple, stared deeply at his relative's tombstone with his narrow eyes, and a chuckle escaped from his throat.
"Bang--"
With the sound of a gunshot, the bullet suddenly pierced his temple, scarlet blood spurted out, leaving a black blood hole.
Fu Jinbai fell beside his relative's tombstone, leaned his head on it, and slowly closed his eyes.
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Fu Jinbai suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, his chaotic brain still not clear, staring at the dark ceiling, the figure in his dream was still in front of him, he slowly rolled his Adam's apple in fear and made a swallowing motion.
The dazzling sunlight shone on his sweaty face, and his angular face was clearly full of helplessness and confusion.
"Old man!" Hearing Fu Jinbai's rapid breathing, Ye Jiang quickly rinsed her mouth and came out of the bathroom. She was wearing an especially fancy dress that day and flew into Fu Jinbai's arms like a butterfly. She pouting her pink lips, kissed Fu Jinbai's chin, and poked his cheek with a smile: "Old man, are you having a nightmare?"
Fu Jinbai lowered his eyes slightly and saw Jiang's charming and pretty little face, with his eyebrows curved in a smile. The suicide he had abandoned in his dream was still lingering in his heart, and the feeling was getting stronger and stronger.
He suddenly clenched Jiang's wrist, his voice hoarse: "Yes, I had a nightmare."
"What nightmare?" Ye Jiang snuggled into his arms and rubbed against him: "Can you tell me?"
Fu Jinbai exhaled a breath of foul air, and a sinister glint flashed under his black eyes. No matter how real this dream was, it was still a dream.
Now that he has a wife, there is no way he would commit suicide.
Fu Jinbai took a deep breath, put his long arms around Jiang Yingying's waist, lowered his head, and held her earlobe with his warm lips: "I dreamed that my wife said I couldn't do it."
"......Ah?" Yu Jiang was stunned for a moment, and raised her little face blankly into Fu Jinbai's black eyes.
"Wife, today I must prove that I am strong." Fu Jinbai pressed Jiang under him with his backhand, his eyes emitting overwhelming heat and his eyebrows were red.
He kissed those lips as tender as flower petals anxiously and roughly.
Bony fingers tore her new dress apart.
"No, no, my skirt..." Ye Jiang exclaimed.
"And new ones. I bought two." Fu Jinbai answered her with rapid breathing, then lifted her chin and kissed her fiercely.
The storm swept in.
After a long time.
"That's enough, Lao Xiao..." She cried with red eyes.
Fu Jinbai stared at her with his eyes, enunciating each word, turning her over and over.
It seems that only in this way can he prove that she belongs to him!
He replied: "Not enough."
Fuck your past life,
Only now does it belong to him.
He and his wife are a perfect match!
————End of extra chapter
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