Chapter 59 Surveillance
"Oh my God!" Qin Yang couldn't help but shout out, his heart was about to jump out. He was really full of question marks at this moment. The amount of information was too much, he had to take it slowly.
Qin Yang still clearly recalled that his brother Zi hated gays so much that he even posted a special message on his Moments to diss them.
Could this be what people call homophobia or closetedness?
And he finally understood why his brother Zi was in a secretive relationship this time and didn't tell him who his partner was. He always put women before friends, and he thought it was a social girl from another school, but he didn't expect it to be Wen Si Ru?
Qin Yang felt sorry for his brother Zi: "How about you move into our dormitory later? One of our recommended students went home to sleep this semester, so there's a bed available."
"Well, okay, let me take it easy. I'll move into your dormitory in a few days." Ren Yizi said with numb eyes. The coldness of the night soaked every inch of his skin.
It's really funny to think about it. He used to act cute in front of Black Whirlwind and get high scores in the exam just to avoid being separated from Wen Si Ru. Unexpectedly, today, he agreed to move to the dormitory so quickly.
He continued to instruct Qin Yang, "If I don't come the day after tomorrow, please continue to ask for a few days off for me."
Qin Yang didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he just said, "No problem, brother, you should have a good rest."
Ren Yizi hung up the phone. He was so hungry that he ordered takeout and some wine. Usually, when he was unhappy, he liked to use food to fill his sadness. Unfortunately, the takeout at this moment tasted like chewing wax.
Qin Yang was worried and quickly sent him a message asking, "Can I come to your house tonight to see you?"
Ren Yizi didn't want anyone to see his miserable and dejected look, so he replied, "No, I want to be alone. You should go to bed early too."
Then, expressionlessly, he opened Weibo. This account recorded every detail of his and Wen Siru's love affair. He didn't dare to look through it carefully. Just as he was about to cancel the account, he found a lot of messages. He clicked on it and found that they were all messages left by Wen Siru on his Weibo a few days ago. Every one of them said: "I love you."
Ren Yizi felt very uncomfortable and mixed emotions. He pursed his lips, and after struggling for a while, he finally softened his heart. He did not cancel his account directly, but just uninstalled Weibo.
He held his phone in one hand and took a swig of beer with the other.
The spiciness of the wine was really bitter, so bitter that it made him dizzy and his tongue numb and he lost consciousness. But no matter how bitter it was, it was not as painful as the pain he felt when Wen Si Ru deceived and played tricks on him.
After drinking the whole bottle of wine, his stomach began to ache.
At this moment, a strange phone call came in. He thought it was the milk tea delivery man who called him, so he picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"Brother Zi..."
The voice coming from the other end almost made Ren Yizi throw his phone away. Just as he was about to hang up, the other end spoke faster and faster: "Wait, don't hang up. You are at home now, right? Come back to the dormitory tomorrow. I want to talk to you face to face."
Ren Yizi suppressed his last bit of patience and said coldly, "I have nothing more to say to you. We have broken up. Don't you understand?"
Wen Siru's voice became more and more firm, and if you listened carefully, it even sounded a little pitiful: "No... We are not breaking up."
Ren Yizi swore that this was the last time he would show mercy. He wanted to see if Wen Siru had anything to say to him: "If you have anything to say, just say it on the phone."
Wen Siru said stubbornly, "If there is anything, you must say it in person."
Ren Yizi knew that important things had to be said in person to show his importance, but he was completely impatient at the moment, feeling irritated and about to go crazy: "Say it or not, if you don't want to, forget it, I'm hanging up!"
He took the phone away and was about to hang up when Wen Siru reminded him gently as usual:
"You should drink less alcohol. It hurts your stomach. Remember to take your medicine. Did you bring it back?"
Ren Yizi's scalp was about to explode when he heard this. He was shocked, terrified, and angry and shouted into the phone: "Why do you care about me? What qualifications do you have to care about me?"
He hung up the phone in anger with trembling hands. With bloodshot eyes, he held the phone to his violently heaving chest and gasped for breath. His face turned pale and he trembled as he thought: How did Wen Siru know he was drinking?!
Could it be that...
His mind suddenly flashed with the last words Zhao Junran said before he left:
"Take a good look at what he gave you. You might find something unexpected."
Ren Yizi began to take off the ring and the Buddhist beads in a hurry. After studying them carefully, he did not find any problems with the two things. To be on the safe side, he put the two things in his schoolbag first.
He ran around the rental house like a madman, searching for anything that looked like a hidden camera or a listening device, even in the blind spots, but still found nothing.
Then, in desperation, he used his mobile phone to order an electronic detector.
Ren Yizi finally sat limply on the cold ground, his hands gripping the rough ground, his fingertips turning pale. His stomach was churning, he wanted to vomit but couldn't, so he could only dry heave desperately.
It's very likely that Wen Siru was monitoring him without him knowing! Otherwise, how could he know everything about his life at home?
He was completely unaware of it and didn't even know where the surveillance camera was hidden!
This is too scary. He may have never seen Wen Si Ru clearly. Wen Si Ru is his lover who he lives with day and night!
Ren Yizi suddenly slapped himself a few times, using all his strength to force himself to calm down and start reviewing everything that had happened before.
Since Wen Si Ru was approaching him in a planned way, many things that happened before must be closely related to Wen Si Ru.
He bit his lip, his eyes icy cold as he tried to think about everything that had happened since he met Wen Siru. His brain raced, and many things that he hadn't understood before gradually became clear without the filter of love:
At that time, Black Whirlwind told him that his dormitory was applied for by Wen Si Ru. He knew this very well, and Wen Si Ru said this in order to get closer to him.
Not long after, Wen Si Ru found him a part-time job. Before he had worked a few jobs, he was inexplicably framed. Coincidentally, Wen Si Ru came to rescue him on that day. He couldn't help but wonder if Wen Si Ru deliberately put him in trouble and cooperated with others to put on a show?
Chen Qingyi once specifically reminded him not to get too close to Wen Siru, but he didn't listen at the time.
And Ning Yi had been friends with Ren Yizi for so many years, and suddenly he backstabbed him. While he was unconscious, he even heard the conversation between Ning Yi and Wen Siru...
Furthermore, Qian Min, as the son of a model manager, scolded Wen Si Ru and fought with Ren Yi Zi, then set fire to the dormitory and jumped off the building. Why was everything directed at Wen Si Ru?
The most suspicious thing is, what is the relationship between Wen Si Ru and Yu Minzhen? Could it be that Wen Si Ru took the initiative to help their family in order to gain his trust, guilt and move him?
Wen Siru, which of these things are your doing?
Ren Yizi felt cold sweats pouring down his face, as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and he felt more and more creepy as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
"Hold!"
He suddenly roared and cursed, then violently hammered the sofa next to him. His stomach immediately felt like it was being hammered by thousands of hammers. The blood kept rushing up and he even spurted out of his mouth!
There was blood on Ren Yizi's lips, and his mouth was filled with the taste of iron and blood. He gasped for breath and raised his hand to pick up the tissue on the table and slowly wiped the blood off himself. The rough tissue rubbed against his lips with such force that it almost broke his mouth.
His eyes were fixed on the schoolbag, as if he could see through the rings and Buddhist beads inside.
His brows were furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and his eyes were lowered very low, like a lion crawling on the ground, about to give its prey a fatal blow.
What he regretted most now was why he didn't punch Wen Si Ru a few more times tonight.
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Here, Wen Si Ru was forced to hang up the phone by Ren Yizi. He put the phone in his pocket with a cold and gloomy face. The school uniform jacket he had not had time to change was stained with blood, and the color had turned dark red and black.
At this moment, he stood straight as a pine tree in front of the Buddhist temple in his yard. Behind him, countless statues of gods of different sizes stood high on the shrine, hazy in the dim light.
Wen Siru slowly closed his eyes, took off the sandalwood Buddhist beads, held the beads in his hands, and reverently bowed to countless gods and Buddhas, reciting Buddhist scriptures that sounded nice but were difficult for people to understand.
Several incense sticks as thick as wrists were burning in the incense burner in front of the altar. The smoke was tangled and intertwined, not distinguishing between you and me, entangled like a snake or scorpion.
On this silent and ethereal night, only a series of sudden screams could be heard in the middle of the yard. Two bodyguards dressed in black and as strong as bulls were beating a man.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Si Ru Bo twirled his Buddhist beads a few times before opening his handsome eyes. As if issuing an order, he spoke slowly, "Stop."
The screams stopped immediately, leaving only painful gasps.
The two bodyguards quickly walked up to Wen Si Ru, standing on his left and right with their hands behind their backs, exuding a murderous aura.
Wen Siru tossed his Buddhist beads and walked over to a nearby mahogany table. He picked up a golden pen and glanced at the man with a swollen face and a bruised nose in the middle of the yard. His voice was inarticulate, and he said, "Tell me everything you said to him that day. Don't lie. You can't bear the consequences."
After he finished speaking, he began to copy the Buddhist scriptures.
Zhao Junran covered his nose. He felt unbearable pain all over his body. He endured the severe pain and stammered out what he had said to Ren Yizi that day.
Wen Siru was copying the Buddhist scriptures seriously throughout the whole process, without even raising his head, and it was unclear whether he was listening or not.
After Zhao Junran finished speaking, the character "静" that Wen Siru was tracing suddenly had an outline. The pen tip in his hand suddenly broke with a "click", and the ink burst out, blurring the traced characters.
The veins on Wen Siru's hands bulged, and he calmly picked up the paper and crumpled it into a ball, then threw the pen and paper in front of Zhao Junran. One of the bodyguards beside him calmly handed him a brand new Buddhist scripture, and the other expertly handed him a golden tracing pen.
Zhao Junran was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. His pupils trembled like an earthquake and his whole body shook like a sieve. He knew very well that Wen Siru would copy Buddhist scriptures to calm his mind when he was distracted.
This time, he was really in trouble.
Wen Siru looked up and smiled at Zhao Junran, a smile as pure and innocent as a child. But the next second, he spoke in a cold tone, emphasizing each word: "I really want to throw you into Wen Zongyuan's back garden and feed you to the sharks."
Zhao Junran looked at the other person's eerie and frightening smile under the light, took a breath, and his heart stopped for a while.
If someone else said this, he would just think it was a joke, but for a moody guy like Wen Siru, even if it looked like a joke, he had actually thrown the person into the shark pile a hundred times in his heart.
Wen Si Ru raised his chin. The tattoo artist who had been waiting on the side walked to Zhao Junran with his tools and began to disinfect him.
"I was wrong, Brother Ru, I won't dare to do it again, don't tattoo." Zhao Junran quickly shook off his hand and begged for mercy. His wound was stung by the alcohol, and he quickly tried to make amends, "I did this all for you! I'm just afraid that you'll get deeper and deeper into trouble! We've known each other for so many years, and you've become a completely different person since you met him. I almost don't recognize you anymore! This is just a game! Please wake up and don't let him control you physically and mentally!"
"I'm willing!" Wen Siru suddenly slammed the Buddhist beads in his hand onto the mahogany table, looking down at the people in the middle of the courtyard with a strong sense of oppression. "Zhao Junran, did I ever tell you not to mention this again? I kept you by my side because you kept your mouth shut. It seems that I still gave you too much freedom. Now you have become arrogant and have forgotten who you are and what you should do."
The tattoo artist next to Zhao Junran forcefully pulled his arm over and began to draw the outline.
Zhao Junran shook his head slowly in disbelief. His lips trembled as he roared in jealousy and grief, "I thought that because of our friendship, you wouldn't let me get this dog-like tattoo. I've been by your side for so many years. Can't you feel how good I am to you? Why? Why would I be outdone by an outsider? I won't accept this!"
"Don't make a mistake, you're the outsider." Wen Siru leaned back in the mahogany chair, his legs naturally spread wide apart, his hands crossed, and said calmly yet cruelly, "Don't be too wishful. You're just a fawning lackey here, no different from them. I was just too busy to remember to tattoo you, so I'll make it up to you today."
When Zhao Junran heard this, he felt as if all his strength had gone out of him. The tattoo artist began to work on his arm with the instrument, not caring about the wound he had just suffered.
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Zhao Junran's forehead, and he wailed in pain, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or because he was hurt by Wen Siru's words.
Wen Siru lowered his eyes and began to copy the Buddhist scriptures calmly again. He added slowly and softly, "By the way, I will withdraw 99% of my investment in the Zhao family. You can take care of yourself."
This is just like talking about eating and drinking water.
Zhao Junran looked at Wen Si Ru in despair. From his perspective, the yellow curtain in front of the statue behind Wen Si Ru had been burned by fireworks for many years, and it was gray and black. It was blown back and forth by the chilly evening breeze.
The Buddha statue sitting high behind the yellow curtain was not solemn and dignified, but had empty and numb eyes, and was looking at him together!
It looked weird, decadent and bizarre, making people shudder, and cold wind penetrated every inch of their pores.
The successive blows made Zhao Junran look like a completely unrecognizable person. He looked like a walking corpse, with his eyes as cloudy as an old yellow light bulb, covered with disgusting flies.
He suddenly stood up despite the severe pain, staggered to Wen Siru, and placed his hands on the snow-white gold-wrapped rice paper of the Buddhist scriptures, leaving bloodstains.
He tried his best to control himself, looking like he was on the verge of collapse, and shouted with all his strength: "No! Wen Siru! You can't do this! Our family can't live without the Wen family's support! I will die! What you are doing is more painful than killing me!"
Wen Siru raised his eyes lightly, and looked at Zhao Junran with his extremely dark pupils. He said with a fake smile, "I thought that before you told Ren Yizi about those things, you would have thought of the result today. It seems that I overestimated you."
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