Chapter 79 Past Life (4): The Second Young Master of the Song Family was stabbed and his life was in danger!
Things changed too quickly.
Before Chen Zhao could react, Luo Yunqing rushed out.
Unfortunately, the car had already started and driven away.
He couldn't catch up.
Chen Zhao rushed over and took the kitchen knife from his hand. "Killing them is easy, just slit their throats and it's over, but what happens after that?"
He led the person back, pointed to the ice coffin, and asked, "What about the boss?"
"I'm here for you."
Luo Yunqing knew that he and Pei Yanli had a very good relationship. There were only two contacts, and the other one was him. He was very capable and could handle everything properly.
And him.
If I kill those people, I can go and be with Pei Yanli, and hear his confession in person.
"You!" Chen Zhao couldn't find a reason to persuade him, so he could only accuse him in return: "You're too selfish. No way, if something happens to you, I won't care anymore. I'll just watch the boss's body rot and stink."
"Chen Zhao".
"I really won't care."
The provocation tactic worked very well, and Luo Yunqing never caused trouble again after that.
But at the same time, they began to become unusually silent.
Fearing that he would hurt himself again, Chen Zhao searched the house for all the knives and bought him three meals a day from outside.
But often, a day passes and the food left on the table remains untouched.
Luo Yunqing also lost weight at a visible rate.
The gauze on his wrist hadn't been changed since he returned from the hospital. It wasn't until Chen Zhao noticed the blood seeping through the gauze that he realized it. At this point, the gauze was almost stuck to the slowly healing wound on the inside, and if you pulled it, you'd tear off a piece of flesh.
Luo Yunqing didn't even raise an eyebrow.
Having no other choice, Chen Zhao had to write down in his schedule when it was time to change his dressing.
After the boss died, his memory also deteriorated.
"I'm working overtime at the company today. This is a rice ball I bought from the convenience store; it's already heated up." Chen Zhao placed the rice ball in front of him.
As he prepared to leave, he turned back at the door, still uneasy. "If you dare to try to kill yourself again, I'll take the boss's body... and burn it."
Pei Yanli is Luo Yunqing's Achilles' heel.
Even a corpse.
As long as he was threatened like that, he would not only barely survive, but would also obediently eat. Even if it was just a symbolic bite, Chen Zhao would be very satisfied.
He left through the closed door and returned to the company.
But she would occasionally recall the look in Luo Yunqing's eyes when she left—a look that was dull and filled with despair.
Is he going to cut his wrists again?
No, it won't happen.
He wouldn't have attempted suicide if he couldn't bear to cremate his boss's body.
But why do I still feel a tightness in my chest?
Chen Zhao worked overtime until nine o'clock. As soon as the time came, he packed his things and made a phone call. The call went through quickly.
Are you home?
"exist."
"That's good, I'll be right back."
He hung up the phone and was about to put it away when a new notification caught his eye.
This is a breaking news item.
The headline reads: "The second young master of the Song family has been stabbed and is in critical condition!"
A chill ran through his limbs. Chen Zhao quickly drove back, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw bloodstains splattered all over the person's body without any attempt to conceal it.
He quickly closed the door, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Luo Yunqing burned the paper money with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.
"Tell me why!" Chen Zhao grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards himself, roaring, "You killed someone, you'll go to jail!"
"There are no surveillance cameras there."
“Even without surveillance cameras, you shouldn’t have come back wearing those clothes. What if someone saw you?” Chen Zhao couldn’t imagine the consequences.
He was the boss's favorite person.
If even he can't be protected, how heartbroken the boss must be in the afterlife.
"I can't help it, I... I can't control myself." Luo Yunqing looked down at her blood-stained hands. "Every day, I'm neither human nor ghost, but what about them! They're enjoying everything that should have been mine!! My family, my lover, they're all dead! How can I possibly find peace?"
He's going crazy.
His hatred needed an outlet.
"There are no surveillance cameras at the place where Pei Yanli fell. You're telling me he went to find them that day? Then they must have pushed him down!" Luo Yunqing was so anxious that she punched herself hard.
The murderer of Pei Yanli is right before our eyes.
With both old and new grudges, how could he continue to tolerate it?
He couldn't wait for the so-called evidence.
Chen Zhao silently got up. She went to the bathroom, wet a towel, and wiped the bloodstains from his hands. "There are no security cameras, so was anyone seen? Did Song Xuechen see you?"
He shook his head.
"That's good." Chen Zhao murmured.
After wiping his hands, find him a clean set of clothes and burn the blood-stained garment. "Leave the cleanup to me, but you can't act on your own again. Once won't happen twice."
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Later, Chen Zhao made a special trip to the hospital.
Song Xuechen was injured in the back, with a severely ruptured spleen, and would not wake up for a while.
The Song family was furious and demanded that the police thoroughly investigate the murderer.
But as Luo Yunqing said, there was no surveillance. Song Xuechen went to the bar to pursue Pei Hengzhi and urge him to fulfill his promise to get married.
But Pei Hengzhi didn't know what was wrong with him.
She had promised to get married, but kept saying there was no rush. When she got annoyed by his questions, she even started arguing with him and, in a fit of anger, left him at the back door of the bar.
Luo Yunqing seized the opportunity, covered her mouth and nose from behind, and stabbed her twice.
This incident caused a rift between the Song and Pei families.
Once a crack exists, it cannot be repaired to its original state.
Chen Zhao secretly watched the two families arguing outside the ward, disregarding their image, and went back to tell Luo Yunqing the good news.
Luo Yunqing said, "There are two other people, Pei Yanli's nephew and Song Moyan."
"The same method cannot be used twice, much less three times."
Chen Zhao now only has one path left: to follow him to the bitter end. "Song Xuechen stole all the shares from the boss and gave them to Song Moyan. As for Pei Hengzhi, his family harmed the boss like this, all for the sake of the Pei family's assets. In the end, it's all about money."
He asked Luo Yunqing, "Have you ever heard of striking a snake at its vital spot? The more they care about something, the more we should take it from them."
"good."
This time, Luo Yunqing responded very quickly.
He used the assets left to him by Pei Yanli to establish a company overseas and handed it over to Chen Zhao, saying, "I don't have the ability in this area."
She didn't want to study; she just wanted to stay with Pei Yanli.
Chen Zhao didn't insist, but he would still come to see him every day.
Luo Yunqing's condition fluctuated. When he was in a good mood, he would tidy himself up, kneel on a prayer mat to fold paper ingots, and burn a lot of paper money. When he was in a bad mood, he couldn't control himself and would scratch bloody wounds on his arms with his fingernails.
Chen Zhao bumped into him a couple of times and trimmed his nails, but it didn't help.
It was better at the time, but after a while it returned to its original state.
He is now entirely sustained by the belief in revenge.
Chen Zhao was sometimes really scared. What if he couldn't hold on any longer after he got his revenge?
Then, what reason will he come up with to keep him alive?
He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. The only thing he could do was mix the sedative prescribed by the doctor into water and give it to him to drink.
But after drinking it for three years, it had no effect whatsoever.
Only when he mentioned how many shares of the Song family he had acquired, and how much land and company the Pei family had lost, would Luo Yunqing perk up a little and talk to him about other things, but eight out of ten sentences would revolve around Pei Yanli.
What was he like before?
"Before?" Chen Zhao took a swig of beer and thought for a moment. "Let me tell you about myself first. I started working for the boss when I was nine years old. Before that, I was an orphan, just like you."
“But I didn’t go to the orphanage.” He recalled with a smile: “I was taken in by an old woman who collects garbage. She named me Zhao, which means sun. She said I was her little sun. Unfortunately, she died before I grew up. She was hit by a car while collecting garbage. After that, I was all alone.”
"The boss was two years older than me and was a prominent figure in our school back then, ever since he was a child. He came from a good family, was smart, good-looking, and had an exceptionally good temper. Back then, I would pick up trash whenever I had free time, and everyone said I smelled bad and would stay far away from me. Only he would talk to me."
After saying a few words, Chen Zhao took two more big gulps of wine.
It seems that only when he is numbed by alcohol can he speak freely. "After my mother-in-law died, I couldn't continue my studies, but one day, he suddenly came over and said that he wanted to help me."
She's only two years older than him, and she's sponsoring him?
It's funny to think about.
But he agreed.
Money is money, why not take it?
“I made it clear beforehand that I didn’t have the money to pay back. Actually, I was thinking that even if I had the money, I wouldn’t pay it back. After all, that little bit of money is nothing to rich people like them.”
Chen Zhao couldn't help but grin: "I never thought there would be someone even more powerful. He said it was fine, I could just work for him from now on. So I worked for him from the age of nine to 28. Now that I think about it, it seems like I was the one who suffered the most. So, capitalists are cunning."
Chen Zhao looked up at the black and white photo in front of the ice coffin.
Not noticing, Luo Yunqing, who had been folding paper ingots, stopped. "You like him?"
Chen Zhao's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he finally nodded.
“It’s different from what you two are like,” he quickly explained. “After all, I’ve been my boss for so many years, and I don’t have any crush on my boss. Work is quite annoying for me too.”
"Then he..." Luo Yunqing asked cautiously, "Did he... had someone he liked before?"
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes and touched his nose: "Yes, there is more than one."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill ran through him, and he shivered uncontrollably.
Pei Yanli stood behind him with her arms crossed, blowing air into his neck, "What nonsense are you talking about with Xiao Luo!"
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Chen Zhao quickly changed his tune: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, no. If he had someone he liked before, would he have hesitated to confess to you for five years?"
Luo Yunqing was extremely shocked: "Five years?"
"Yes, five years." Probably from drinking too much, Chen Zhao couldn't keep it to himself. "Back then at the bar entrance, even if he was a good person, he wouldn't help just anyone he saw. Let alone under the guise of keeping someone as a mistress."
After all these years, he believed he still understood Pei Yanli. "The boss definitely liked you back then."
"So early?" Luo Yunqing gently stroked the person in the photo. "They kept it well hidden."
“It’s not entirely his fault. If he had been in good health when he met you, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way…” Chen Zhao sobered up instantly and quickly changed the subject: “Do you want to know about what happened when he was studying abroad?”
Luo Yunqing nodded and listened to him talk for half the night, including the origin of his WeChat name, which was completely out of character for him.
Pei Yanli stood right next to him, staring intently at him. If Chen Zhao hadn't exposed his shortcomings, it would have been quite a warm and cozy scene.
Sometimes when he gets really angry, he'll freeze himself for a bit.
"Luo Yunqing, aren't you cold?" Chen Zhao wrapped his coat tighter around himself and suggested, "Why don't you close the lid of the ice coffin?"
Even after his boss died, he spoke ill of him, fearing that his boss would be angered to the point of coming back to life.
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Pei Yanli: You covered it up because you were afraid I would live?
(A rare moment of warmth.)
Song Xuechen's final fate is not this; it's at the beginning of the main text, which will be described later.
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