"Brother Shi Ming."
Chen Shiming's sudden appearance made the boys drinking in the booth feel as if they had seen a tiger. They immediately put away their arrogance, put down their glasses, stood up and greeted him. Who is Chen Shiming? An important leader of the Chen Group, he is vigorous and ruthless in the business world at a young age and has a great reputation. Even their parents have to be polite when they see Chen Shiming, let alone them?
They can secretly complain about Chen Shiming along with Chen Qizhao, but if they really meet Chen Shiming, they will have to keep their tails between their legs.
Chen Shiming: "It's quite lively?"
"Brother Shi Ming, why are you here?"
Several boys looked at each other, and finally looked at Chen Qizhao who was sitting in the middle of the booth.
Chen Qizhao didn't say anything or move, but looked at Chen Shiming with a very strange look.
Chen Shiming didn't look at them. He looked away from Chen Qizhao's cigarette hand and then at the wine bottles tilted all over the booth. He asked directly, "Smoking and drinking, Chen Qizhao, how old are you this year?"
The table top in the booth was a little messy, and the cigarette tray was full of cigarette butts.
Chen Shiming's eyes were sharp. Apart from cigarettes and wine bottles, the surrounding floor was a bit messy. Even Chen Qizhao had some injuries on his body, with obvious traces of iodine on his arms.
Chen Qizhao sat in the booth with a cigarette in his hand. He was not afraid of Chen Shiming at all. He looked up at him. He thought for a moment and said, "... He doesn't look that old. 18, maybe?"
Others: “…”
Everyone here knows that you are 18!
There are two brothers in the Chen family, one standing and the other sitting.
After Chen Qizhao finished speaking, the weird atmosphere became increasingly tense, as if it was about to explode in the next moment. What kind of personality does Chen Qizhao have? He is the little bully of the Chen family. He is straightforward, willful and spoiled. Not to mention that Chen Shiming is here, even if his father Chen Jianhong comes in person, he will be in whatever temper he wants and will not care about other people's feelings at all.
The other people around didn't dare to say anything and could only look at Chen Qizhao in the booth next to them. When they heard Chen Qizhao's words, they thought it was over and these two people were definitely going to quarrel.
The relationship between the two brothers was not good to begin with, and now Chen Shiming came to the bar in person to arrest people. If this really gets out, and the speculations about Chen Shiming behind their backs get out, all of them will probably be on Chen Shiming's blacklist.
Chen Shiming glanced at the beer on the table and saw several bottles of white wine mixed in with the beer. "He's quite capable."
Chen Qizhao: "I don't have much ability, so I'll just make do with it."
Chen Shiming didn't say anything, but looked at him coldly, "Since you are so capable, why don't you order a few more bottles, and mix white wine and beer?"
The young body was healthy, not like the one that was later ruined by smoking and drinking. But this body had never drunk alcohol before, so I didn’t feel anything just now, but now that the alcohol was taking effect, I had a splitting headache. Not sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or the mixed information in his head, but Chen Qizhao felt a sense of illusion and reality intersecting when he looked at Chen Shiming. He inexplicably felt irritated and couldn't hear clearly what Chen Shiming was saying.
Seeing that Chen Qizhao didn't say anything, Chen Shiming said in a tougher voice: "Chen Qizhao."
Chen Qizhao suppressed his headache and asked, "What did you just say? White mixed beer?"
Seeing the tension between the two brothers getting worse, several boys around them couldn't help but come out to smooth things over. One of them said, "Brother Shi Ming, Qi Zhao is drunk."
Chen Shiming, dressed in a suit and tie, was out of place in this bustling bar. When he was young, he would occasionally bring the sense of oppression he experienced in negotiations into his daily conversations. He regarded himself as an elder brother and acted superior, always lecturing him whenever they met. Chen Qizhao did not like his attitude at all.
But fortunately, at least the Chen Shiming in front of us is full of energy and healthy, and his bad temper is not unbearable.
Chen Qizhao thought about it and tried to find a topic to ease the atmosphere. He asked, "Are you off work? Not working overtime today?"
"Chen Qizhao." Chen Shiming tried his best to control his tone: "I'm going to work overtime, and then watch you on the social news?"
Chen Qizhao felt puzzled: "That's not the case."
Chen Shiming asked coldly: "Have you had enough to drink?"
Chen Qizhao: "I've had enough."
Chen Shiming frowned slightly: "After you've had enough, come home with me."
He calmed down his annoyance and didn't want to argue with Chen Qizhao. He said, "The car is outside. I'll give you two minutes to deal with it."
The people around were worried. They looked at Chen Shiming who turned and left, and then tilted their heads to look at Chen Qizhao who was curled up on the sofa and looked moody. With Chen Qizhao's stubborn temper, he couldn't even stand Chen Shiming's interference in his college entrance examination choices, let alone such a trivial matter as drinking. But after Chen Shiming finished speaking, Chen Qizhao did not jump up and challenge the other party as he did in the past, but sat quietly in the booth and watched Chen Shiming leave.
"Xiao Zhao, your elder brother..."
"Don't get into a conflict with him when you go back. You'll suffer if you try to do so."
"You decide on your volunteering, and I'll let Brother Xingfeng make the decision for you later."
Several boys in the booth looked at each other, exchanged glances, and glanced at Chen Qizhao from time to time, as if they were unsure of Chen Qizhao's attitude.
Chen Qizhao stared at Chen Shiming until he left his sight, then he slowly put out his cigarette and said, "Let's go."
As I walked out of the bar, a cold wind blew towards me.
Chen Qizhao's mind became clearer and he saw Chen Shiming standing near the car door not far away.
When he saw Chen Qizhao coming out, he got into the car without saying a word.
After getting in the car, neither of them spoke. Chen Shiming was handling work on his tablet. The nonsensical act of coming to the bar to pick someone up didn't seem to be very important. He didn't even want to ask about Chen Qizhao.
Chen Qizhao had long been accustomed to his attitude, but this time it was better. On this night in his previous life, Chen Shiming also came to pick him up, but the two had a very unpleasant argument in the bar.
When he was young, he was naughty and playful and got into trouble everywhere. He took advantage of his family background to do whatever he wanted, had clear likes and dislikes, and never considered right from wrong or cause and effect. His elder brother is outstanding and respected by everyone, but he is mediocre and has no interest in business.
But in such a family environment, he is bound to be compared and suspected by outsiders... Gradually, without knowing where it started, he began to care about the opinions of others, was led by others and driven by rebellion, his relationship with Chen Shiming deteriorated, and he became more and more distant from his family.
What happened tonight was caused by the college entrance examination application form.
The eldest brother hopes that he can consider his future and choose finance or related management majors that are suitable for joining the Chen Group.
However, he thought that his elder brother did not respect his personal preferences, interfered with his choices, and forced him to choose the so-called future.
They misinterpreted each other's intentions during the argument, the outburst came unexpectedly, and the two parted on bad terms.
Both brothers were stubborn. In their previous life, Chen Shiming came to the bar to pick people up and took the initiative to make peace. Unexpectedly, a more intense conflict broke out in the bar, and their relationship became worse afterwards.
Whether it was arguing with family members over professional matters, or because I was 18 years old and could indulge myself in the bar, at the age of 18, I was immature and naive, rebellious and arrogant, fearless and domineering, relying on the capital I had. I was a complete good-for-nothing.
However, Chen Shiming was paralyzed on one side of his body in a car accident at the best age.
At that time, Chen Shiming had just been in a car accident, and the Chen family's key development project encountered major problems. The capital chain was broken, and the supply of goods was cut off... Then his father suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was sent to the hospital, and his mother was so grief-stricken that she was hospitalized and diagnosed with cancer. One problem after another arose.
In the end, his father could not be saved, and his mother's tumor worsened and she soon passed away.
Chen Shiming watched the Chen family's foundation fall apart in his hands, and finally he was unable to support it.
The Chen family fell.
The car window was closed and Chen Qizhao felt a little stuffy. He fumbled to press the power button and suddenly met Chen Shiming's eyes when he tilted his head.
Chen Shiming was looking at him.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Chen Shiming looked down.
The boy rolled up his coat, revealing two or three red marks on his exposed arms, which seemed to have bled. They were extremely obvious on his thin, fair arms. His hair hasn't grown out yet, but he's already imitating others by smoking and drinking, and he's got injuries on his hands for no apparent reason.
Chen Qizhao had a slight headache, and after the cold wind blew, he became more sober. When he saw him asking, he answered carelessly, "The glass was broken. I accidentally touched it."
Chen Shiming frowned inadvertently, "So careless?"
"Oh." Chen Qizhao: "I drank a little too much and my hand slipped."
Chen Shiming glanced at the place where he was injured: "That's really slippery."
Seeing that he was concerned, Chen Qizhao raised his hand to show him: "It's not bad, it didn't slip to the aorta."
"You cut your aorta and you still expect me to rescue you? The ambulance has to wait for you at the door of the bar." Chen Shiming suppressed his temper and didn't want to argue with him. He asked again: "Who taught you to smoke? Can you give me some peace of mind?"
Chen Qizhao: "I don't smoke."
He didn't know what to say for a moment: "...Just take it for fun?"
Chen Shiming was almost so angry that he laughed. Why play with cigarettes?
The conversation between the two came to an abrupt end without further conversation.
After so many years, Chen Qizhao found that he still spoke to Chen Shiming in the same way.
He himself didn't believe this far-fetched reason, let alone Chen Shiming.
Sure enough, the two stopped talking and the car returned to silence.
The scenery passed by outside the car window. Chen Qizhao glanced sideways and looked at Chen Shiming silently.
Compared to the man with a bearded face, depressed expression, and finally died on a rainy night after a car accident in his previous life, Chen Shiming at this time is full of vigor and vitality. He has already established a firm foothold in the Chen Group. His methods and wisdom are impressive, and he is a leader of the younger generation.
A child of destiny, he is conceited and proud, and admired by everyone.
You deserve a better life instead of dying in depression.
But now...
Their parents had not been diagnosed with any serious illness, their eldest brother had not been in a car accident, the Chen family was still thriving, and those culprits who had caused the Chen family to go bankrupt were still hiding in the gutter, staring at them hungrily.
Chen Qizhao lowered his head and smiled silently.
He was 18, an age when nothing had happened yet.
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At night, the Chen family villa was quiet and the car slowly drove into the garage.
Chen Shiming had already gotten off the car. Seeing that Chen Qizhao hadn't moved, he asked, "What? You don't plan to get off?"
Chen Qizhao said nothing and followed him out of the car.
It is quiet at night. There is a back garden next to the garage. The street lights on the cobblestones are bright, illuminating this corner. Chen Qizhao's eyes involuntarily lingered on these scenes, and it seemed like many years had passed in a flash.
Chen Shiming was talking to the housekeeper. He walked a few steps outside and found Chen Qizhao still standing in the garden. His eyes were slightly gloomy. Apart from anything else, Chen Qizhao was a little too quiet tonight. When I quarreled with him during the day, he was very confident and unrestrained. Just now in the bar, there were signs of quarrels several times during their conversations. In the past, Chen Qizhao would have turned hostile long ago.
"Young Master?" Seeing that Chen Shiming did not move, the butler followed his gaze and looked back.
Chen Shiming said: "His hand is injured, treat the wound again."
In a place like a bar, they don't even know how to treat the wound seriously.
When Chen Qizhao came to his senses, Chen Shiming had already walked away.
The brightly lit villa seemed bustling with activity. His gaze lingered on the light for a moment, and he quickly walked over.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard a discussion in the living room. A beautiful woman was talking to Chen Shiming on the sofa in the living room.
As if she noticed the movement here, the beautiful woman looked over from afar, and when she saw Chen Qizhao, she immediately waved: "Zhaozhao, come here quickly."
Chen Qizhao opened his mouth slightly, inexplicable emotions surged from his heart, and his feet felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.
The person sitting on the sofa was none other than his mother Zhang Yazhi. She is nearly fifty years old this year, but she has a pretty face and looks like a young person in her thirties, with no signs of aging at all.
Chen Shiming glanced at Chen Qizhao who was still standing opposite him, and said to Zhang Yazhi, "I'm going upstairs to rest first, you go to bed early."
Zhang Yazhi didn't keep her eldest son and waved to Chen Qizhao, "Zhaozhao? Why don't you come in?"
Chen Qizhao suppressed his emotions slightly and walked over.
She was a very energetic, talkative and cheerful person, but this kind of Zhang Yazhi only lived in Chen Qizhao's memory.
He hadn't seen Zhang Yazhi for many years. Now that he saw her healthy appearance, he would always think of the skinny and sickly woman who stood by her bed in his previous life.
When the housekeeper came over with a medicine box, Zhang Yazhi realized that Chen Qizhao had injured his hand in the bar.
"How did it get like this? Have you disinfected it?" Zhang Yazhi took the housekeeper's medicine box and said, "Old Zhang, bring me my glasses and the bottle of anti-inflammatory water I brought from abroad."
Chen Qizhao said: "It's just a minor wound, not that serious."
Zhang Yazhi glared at Chen Qizhao and said, "What minor wound? This kind of wound will leave a scar if you are not careful."
As she spoke she suddenly coughed.
Chen Qizhao paused, his face darkened instantly: "Why are you coughing?"
Zhang Yazhi didn't look up as she helped him clean the medicine off his arm. "I have a slight cold and my throat is itchy when I talk. Don't move. Wait for mom to wash this off."
Chen Qizhao stared at Zhang Yazhi, his tone slightly heavy: "Have you seen a doctor?"
"I've taken the medicine." Zhang Yazhi held his hand, "Don't move. Clean the wound and then apply some medicine."
Chen Qizhao's face looked grim, and his tone became tougher: "Come with me to the hospital tomorrow for a physical examination."
"Why do you need a physical examination? I'm not sick." Zhang Yazhi was aroused by Chen Qizhao's sudden tough tone and felt puzzled. "Besides, I'm almost well. Ahem, it's just a little itchy when I talk. It will be fine in two days."
Chen Qizhao realized that his tone was wrong. He hadn't communicated with his family for many years and couldn't remember how he communicated with his parents back then. The only thing he remembered was that he almost pissed off his family to death.
He was used to being tough, and later he got used to giving orders, and he had never been submissive or spoken to anyone.
But when he saw Zhang Yazhi, and thought about how he had angered this person in his previous life, his mood and tone relaxed a little: "Mom, a serious cold can cause pneumonia."
Zhang Yazhi knew Chen Qizhao's character. The kid was straightforward and in his rebellious period. He had just had a fight with Chen Shiming during the day. She was angry at the kid for getting into trouble outside without knowing the seriousness of the matter. She was also a little upset by this nonsensical request. She was about to say something about Chen Qizhao, but suddenly she saw the boy in front of her lower his head slightly. His original hostility dissipated a little, and he relaxed his mood when he spoke.
Chen Qizhao's face is naturally well-behaved, but his personality often overwhelms the first impression given by his appearance.
His voice lacked the unyielding tone from just now, and it was filled with a bit of concession and compromise. Zhang Yazhi's inexplicable emotions immediately subsided: "What's serious? I caught a serious cold just because I coughed twice? You kid, you're just imagining nonsense."
In her previous life, Zhang Yazhi was diagnosed with a malignant tumor, which deteriorated very rapidly. She passed away not long after her father Chen Jianhong. She was a very healthy person who loved to dress up, but she passed away just like that. If they had noticed something unusual about Zhang Yazhi and taken her for a comprehensive check-up two years in advance, she wouldn't have ended up with that result.
Now, let alone a minor cold, even if Zhang Yazhi was fine, he would have to drag her to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.
Seeing that Zhang Yazhi was not relenting, Chen Qizhao recalled the way young people he met in later life talked to their parents, and tried to lower his tone: "My classmate's parents found out about the problem some time ago... and I've been feeling a little unwell these past two days. Can you go to the hospital with me for a physical examination tomorrow?"
Zhang Yazhi selectively ignored the first half of the sentence. When she heard Chen Qizhao say he was not feeling well, she immediately noticed that Chen Qizhao's face looked a little bad, and she immediately became nervous: "Where are you feeling unwell? You went out to drink when you were not feeling well. Why don't you care about your own health, kid?"
Chen Qizhao noticed that Zhang Yazhi's attitude had relaxed, and continued to lie without changing his expression: "My heart is not feeling well, but I'm fine."
Zhang Yazhi became even more nervous and quickly shouted, "Old Zhang, make an appointment with Dr. Li tomorrow morning."
Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, had just brought the anti-inflammatory water and immediately called to make an appointment after hearing what he said.
Chen Qizhao asked: "Will you come with me tomorrow?"
"Since you said that, how can I not go with you? I won't feel at ease if I don't go." Zhang Yazhi said anxiously and couldn't help coughing twice more. "Since you have a physical examination and you don't want to eat or drink tonight, you didn't drink too much tonight, did you? Go to bed early and don't stay up late. Mom will go with you tomorrow."
After she finished speaking, she pulled Chen Qizhao's hand again, "Don't move, you don't take care of your body at all. If you don't treat the wound properly, it will get infected. Disinfect it with some anti-inflammatory water tonight, and let the doctor take a look at you again when you go to the hospital tomorrow... Chen Qizhao, are you listening?"
Chen Qizhao stared at Zhang Yazhi, as if he had returned to many years ago, when he used to be annoyed by Zhang Yazhi's nagging.
But later he was hospitalized for gastric bleeding, and had to continue working non-stop the next day when he woke up. No one cared whether he was injured or felt uncomfortable.
"I'm listening." Chen Qizhao watched the medical cotton swab rubbing the wound, "Go on."
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