A chill permeated Zhang Moyan's body. She ran to the corridor in a panic. Jin Xueyang caught up with her. "That uncle is really crazy. If I hadn't known you for so many years, I would have believed him! Dean Geng is the same. He runs the hospital himself, so why didn't he take care of his family when they were so sick? Moyan, how are you? Are you scared?"
"It has nothing to do with this place," Zhang Moyan adjusted herself in the small space formed by her long hair and the white wall, then turned her head back. "I'm just feeling a little unwell."
"You look so embarrassed. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?" Jin Xueyang was immersed in the plot before, and then he remembered that Zhang Moyan had a stomachache.
"Comrades, please don't linger here!" Jin Xueyang was just about to sit down on the chairs at the door with Zhang Moyan when a security guard came over from the other end of the corridor and chased them away. "Get out of here quickly! When a martial arts madman gets mad, it's no joke!"
The security guard directly classified Geng Jun's uncle as a highly dangerous violent lunatic. Jin Xueyang thought to himself that it was no wonder that the two management trainees and the people who were in the room before were gone. They were probably scared away.
Jin Xueyang moved his mouth, but he was too lazy to argue and closed it: "Okay, let's go now."
He turned around and said to Zhang Moyan, "Go to the car and rest!"
"good."
The two of them went downstairs through the emergency exit one after the other. They didn't talk for two floors, as if they were recalling what had just happened in the living room.
"Professor Chen didn't even know his daughter used another name!" Jin Xueyang pondered as he walked down the stairs. "You said Professor Chen really ordered his daughter to cheat..."
"Xueyang!" Zhang Moyan suddenly said, "I want to go home directly instead of going back to the office. Can you take all the equipment back and ask for leave from the editor-in-chief for me?"
Jin Xueyang stopped and stared at her worriedly: "Is it so serious? Let me take you to the hospital and check what's going on. Don't tell me it's appendicitis."
"No need," Zhang Moyan hastily refused, and made up an impromptu answer, "I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm very sleepy right now, so I just want to sleep..."
Jin Xueyang squinted his eyes and glanced at the top of her head for a while: "Are you still losing sleep over love?" Then he said nonchalantly, "Why would a heartless man even think about it! Look around the world, there are plenty of good men. You are in your prime years, so take your time to choose!"
This kind of bestie-style comfort was of no use at all, but Zhang Moyan still nodded and smiled politely.
When they got downstairs, they found the two management trainees waiting in the parking lot. Seeing Zhang Moyan approach, they immediately surrounded her and greeted her. Zhang Moyan's apartment was near the company, and Jin Xueyang dropped her off at the entrance to the complex. The two management trainees then eagerly tried to escort her upstairs, but Zhang Moyan pushed them into the car door and locked them inside.
"Two talented people, don't waste your feelings," Jin Xueyang sighed, looking back from the driver's seat. "It's well known that this Sister Zhang only looks for boyfriends in the public security, procuratorate, and courts."
Two heads immediately turned through the window.
"Why?"
"Is it so targeted?"
…
Zhang Moyan watched Jin Xueyang's little Fox leave, laden with gossip, then turned and headed for the gate. A security guard was registering incoming vehicles. Two aunts were chatting and laughing with their granddaughter, who had just finished kindergarten. Several overweight cats were strolling leisurely among the tires of private cars, oblivious to the surroundings.
It was an ordinary afternoon for many, but for Zhang Moyan, a catastrophe struck her world. A torrential downpour, accompanied by thick clouds and thunder and lightning, would have been the perfect match for her gloomy mood, but instead, the sun shone brightly and the breeze was gentle.
Fortunately, there is something called a shower in this world. Zhang Moyan walked straight to the bathroom as soon as she entered the house, turned on the duckbill faucet, and let the shower head pour down on her face.
The cool water quickly wet her long black hair, and her commuter clothes were also soaked, sticking tightly to her body.
She took off her clothes one by one, from inside to outside, from top to bottom, until there was nothing left to remove. She began to rub her skin, gradually increasing the strength, until the skin on her arms was covered with red marks. She did not stop, as if she was peeling something off her body.
Destroy it where it is!
How did the world become like this?
Why is it so miserable and has such a dark and terrible footnote in life?
She once wondered why Zhang Shunqing chose to commit suicide because of her birth, but now she seems to understand a little.
Zhang Shunqing may not be afraid of the arrival of a new life. What he fears is stepping into an intricate trap full of unscrupulous and hypocritical conspiracies, and forming an inseparable relationship with some people who he doesn't know whether they are human, ghost, enemy or friend.
Zhang Moyan no longer has any resentment towards Zhang Shunqing, because she now has exactly the same ideas as him, but Zhang Shunqing is luckier than her. At least he can still choose, while she has no choice at all.
If only she didn't belong to him.
I don’t know how long I showered, until my congested brain cooled down a little, and Zhang Moyan felt that her whole body was shivering with cold. Then she turned the faucet to hot water and started showering normally.
She couldn't just walk away like Zhang Shunqing. She still had her parents and family who had raised her for twenty-two years, her close friends who had been with her for six or seven years, her job that required her to work hard every day, and that strong intuition - the task that Chen Yun had failed to complete had been silently transferred to her!
There were clean clothes in the bathroom. Zhang Moyan put them on numbly, wiped her hair with an absorbent towel, and went back to the bedroom. She pulled the quilt over the bed and wrapped herself like a cocoon.
The Chen family of Tongchuan did not withdraw from the competition of re-firing celadon glaze.
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