Miss you
Xia Tangyue was startled. She raised her head suddenly and it turned out to be Wen Zheng.
"Brother?" She asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Wen Zheng's gaze moved from her eyebrows all the way down to her rosy little mouth, and he raised his hand to gently scratch her nose.
"What did you do last night? You turned into a little panda girl in just one night."
Xia Tangyue sighed deeply, shook his head helplessly, and told the general course of events.
"My parents have a very good impression of Gu Jiaping and they want me to be friends with him. I really don't know what kind of drug Gu Jiaping gave them."
Wen Zheng listened in silence and gave his own analysis: "In fact, the fundamental reason for this matter is that your parents have been looking forward to you starting a family as soon as possible, and they happened to meet someone who meets their requirements in all aspects, so..."
He paused at the end of his voice and stared at Xia Tangyue.
"Do you want to move out?"
Yes, of course I do.
Xia Tangyue nodded.
"But it's not the right time yet..."
She now has to repay the loan every month, and the financial pressure is a bit high. Although the pre-sale tickets for the "Dream of the Butterfly" art exhibition are selling very well, the money still needs to be shared and settled with the investors according to the contract ratio, so it will not fall into her hands so soon.
Wen Zheng chuckled: "You can come live at my brother's house. I'm usually alone and my house is very quiet. I just need a sister to chat with me."
"I don't feel comfortable bothering you all the time." Xia Tangyue put down her knife and fork and drank a cup of hot water. She was full and sleepy, and she couldn't help but yawn.
"Are you free this afternoon?"
Xia Tangyue's eyelids drooped heavily. When she heard Wen Zheng's words, she blinked twice half a beat late before a vague nasal sound came out of her throat: "I don't have any plans for the afternoon."
Wen Zheng stood up and walked to her, pinching her nose in a funny way: "Let's go, I'll take you home to catch up on some sleep, and then I'll take you somewhere after you've had enough sleep."
"Where are we going?" Xia Tangyue followed him into the car, and then realized that Wen Zheng did not answer the original question.
"Brother, why are you here?"
"It's just a coincidence."
Xia Tangyue leaned back in her chair and rested her head. A thought flashed through her mind quickly.
coincide?
Is it such a coincidence?
She and Gu Jiaping made an appointment to discuss something here, and not only did she happen to meet Wen Zheng, but what was even more coincidental was that Wen Zheng came right after Gu Jiaping left, as if it was a plan.
Wen Zheng brought Xia Tangyue back to the shore of the Bojiang River.
As soon as he entered the door, Wen Zheng started to fiddle with entering fingerprints into the door lock, and also brought a spare key to Xia Tangyue.
"Don't keep anything up if you feel unhappy in the future. Tell your brother and get some sleep." He pushed Xia Tangyue's head and took her into the bedroom.
Xia Tangyue turned around and asked, "Where are you going to take me first?"
Wen Zheng stood at the door frame, holding the door handle with one hand, his deep eyes swept across the top of her hair, with a soft light: "I'll take you to see a very important person."
"Go to sleep, little panda." He rubbed the top of her head and then closed the door.
Important person?
Xia Tangyue sat on the edge of the bed, muttering this word, but couldn't think of who it could be.
The big blue bear at the head of the bed was fluffy and had a faint lemon scent of laundry detergent. Xia Tangyue leaned on its belly, gradually becoming conscious. The cicada chirping outside the window became blurred without her knowing when, and the light spots leaking through the gap in the curtains swayed gently on her eyelashes.
Her breathing gradually became long and her curled fingers were still grasping the ball of fluff on the bear's paw. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, when she would take a nap on Wen Zheng's body.
He used an old sunflower fan to cool her down from time to time, and occasionally patted her on the back, coaxed her, and told her stories.
…
The daylight was long at that time, and the temperature of his palms quietly overlapped with the warmth wrapped in the big bear's fur at this moment. Even time was rippling gently in the folds of memory.
"elder brother……"
She murmured incoherently and reached forward unconsciously, seeming to grasp something, soft and hard, and at the same time felt her side sinking slightly.
A familiar scent enveloped her, lingering on her nose for a long time, and her cheek was suddenly touched gently by something soft and warm with body temperature.
Xia Tangyue opened her eyes dazedly, and saw the man looking down at her with gentle eyes.
"elder brother?"
Wen Zheng lowered his eyes, sat beside the bed and pulled the quilt for her: "What did you dream about? You kept talking nonsense."
Xia Tangyue slowly sat up straight and rubbed his eyes.
"I dreamed about my childhood." She stretched, eyes full of nostalgia: "It was better when I was a kid. I had no worries. My brother would help me with my homework and would stand in front of me when I got scolded."
Wen Zheng looked at her quietly, his dark eyes sparkling with light.
"You can do it now. Brother will protect you forever."
He suddenly held her slightly cold fingertips, placed them in his palms and gently warmed them, his voice as low as wine soaked in honey.
Xia Tangyue's heart began to beat fast and he looked away awkwardly.
"I-Let's go."
She turned over and got out of bed, pulling her hand out of Wen Zheng's grasp.
Wen Zheng opened the closet, picked out a black long skirt and handed it to her.
"Put this on before you go."
Although she was puzzled by this action, Xia Tangyue still did it. The moment she arrived at the destination, she finally understood Wen Zheng's intention.
Wen Zheng placed the flowers he bought at the entrance of the cemetery in front of the tombstone and bowed respectfully three times.
"Mom, I brought my sister to see you."
Xia Tangyue opened his eyes in surprise and looked towards the direction of the tombstone.
"Hearing the Clouds"
The name of the tombstone's owner.
In the black and white portrait, Wen Tingyun is wearing a plain white cheongsam with a white lily pinned to her temples. Her eyebrows are slightly curved with a gentle smile on the corners of her mouth, as if she has the graceful temperament of the Republic of China period. Her eyes are gentle and kind, as if she can communicate with the visitor through the photo.
Wen Zhengxu put his arm around Xia Tangyue's shoulders and walked forward, saying to her, "This is my biological mother."
Xia Tangyue clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully towards the tombstone, with his forehead almost touching his fingertips. He stayed in silence for a few seconds before slowly straightening up.
"Hello, Auntie. I'm Xia Tangyue, Wen Zheng's younger sister."
Wen Zheng squatted down, took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the dust off the tombstone, gently rubbed the strokes of the inscriptions with his fingertips, and then sat sideways on the stone steps next to the tombstone.
A breeze poured down from the clouds, swirling a few dead leaves in the cemetery. Along with the faint sound of birds singing in the distance, the empty cemetery seemed even quieter.
Wen Zheng said: "My biological mother died very early. Before she died, she entrusted me to her best friend, who is also my adoptive mother, your aunt Zhuang Hongyu, and asked her to raise me."
Xia Tangyue rolled up her skirt, sat down next to him, and asked softly, "Then how did your mother die? Where was your father? Why didn't you ask your father to raise you?"
"Heh..." Wen Zheng sneered.
"My mother was depressed and committed suicide."
Xia Tangyue took a deep breath.
"How could this happen? What happened?" She clutched Wen Zheng's sleeves, tears welling up in her eyes, and asked in disbelief.
Wen Zheng lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm and cold tone.
"Because my father abandoned his wife and children and went abroad with his lover after he made a fortune in business. My mother couldn't accept this fact and died of depression. My adoptive mother took me with her until she met you."
"Fuck." Xia Tangyue couldn't help but curse, "What a scumbag!"
She stood up angrily and kicked the small stone next to her away.
In the portrait, Wen Tingyun's eyes were soft and warm, but such a gentle woman with such a spring-like look in her eyes was abandoned by a scumbag and eventually went to her destruction.
It's really a pity.
Wen Zheng held Xia Tangyue's trembling shoulders from behind, and his breath fell on her ears.
"It's all over."
Xia Tangyue took a deep breath, pursed his lips, turned around and gently hugged Wen Zheng, repeating his words: "Yes, everything is over."
When preparing to leave the cemetery, Xia Tangyue hurriedly ran to buy a bunch of white chrysanthemums and placed them in front of the grave.
She sighed deeply and said to Wen Zheng, "I never thought you had such a past. I always thought you were a child adopted by your aunt from an orphanage. I couldn't understand why your aunt, who was only in her twenties, would adopt a teenage boy. So this is how it is."
"Um."
Wen Zheng drove Xia Tangyue back to the art museum.
"My mother and my adoptive mother were good friends when they were young, and my adoptive mother promised that she would raise me. I was still young at that time, and I don't have much memory of my father abandoning his wife and children. I just remember that one day, he no longer showed up."
"My adoptive mother told me what happened later, after I grew up."
Xia Tangyue shook his head regretfully.
I heard that if Yun Ruo were still alive, she must be a stunningly beautiful woman.
I don’t know what’s wrong with this old scumbag, he actually abandoned such a beautiful wife.
She looked at Wen Zheng and said, "You have achieved so much now, let your father regret it!"
Wen Zheng paused, his Adam's apple rolled but he didn't say anything.
Xia Tangyue didn't notice his unnaturalness. She picked up her phone and found that Fu Ren Group had sent her another email.
Could it be that something went wrong with the investment again?
She quickly clicked it and saw two short sentences.
"Gu Jiaping, investment manager of Furen Group, has been suspended from his post effective immediately. Please pay attention to the company's official notification for the specific suspension period and subsequent arrangements."
ah?
Suspended?
What happened?
Xia Tangyue was secretly happy about this matter. It really is karma!
She said excitedly: "Brother, Gu Jiaping was suspended!"
No wonder he received a phone call and left in a hurry during dinner. It turned out that he went to deal with this matter.
"Yeah." Wen Zheng's voice was cold and without any emotional ups and downs.
"I did."
"ah?"
Xia Tangyue asked in astonishment: "You did it?"
"Just tell him to be honest and not do anything bad to you. He's a smart man and will soon realize that someone is trying to scare him and he won't embarrass you again."
Xia Tangyue blinked in confusion.
"Brother, how did you do that?"
Wen Zheng just smiled and said nothing.
Back at the art museum, Xia Tangyue was extremely curious about this matter and couldn't help but contact other friends she had in Fu Ren Group to find out what was going on.
The other party said: "It seems that Gu Jiaping was found to have sold out secrets of his previous company, so the group has suspended him now."
"So that's how it is..."
Xia Tangyue hung up the phone with a confused look on his face.
It seemed that Wen Zheng was more unfathomable than she wanted to understand - those unpredictable schemes were wrapped in a gentle appearance, which easily entangled the opponent's lifeblood.
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