Chapter 72 Liu Rumeng spoke softly, like…
Liu Rumeng spoke softly, as if speaking to herself, "But you only have the recording of us on the rooftop, right? You arranged all the people afterward. You found the Guan family's connections, contacted them in Hong Kong, and then went back to the local smugglers to find this desperate criminal for you."
"And I was just an accomplice who was deceived by you, and I didn't do much. It's been three days since the incident, and Xiao He hasn't called the police. It's clear that he still has feelings for us, isn't it?"
Wu Xiuying sneered, "You really like deceiving yourself. It was one thing to fool outsiders before, but are you still burying your head in the sand today? We've watched Liu Duanhe grow up. Shake your empty brain. Does his behavior and temperament over the past ten years make him seem like a kind person who repays evil with kindness?"
"You're ridiculous!"
She closed her eyes briefly, and suddenly understood something because of Liu Rumeng's words. "What do you mean by leaving room for maneuver? Liu Duanhe is just playing with us like a cat playing with a mouse, making us anxious and making wild guesses these past few days. He answered my call today, and the police will probably be here soon. We can't escape now."
"Then we can go to jail together."
After figuring this out, Wu Xiuying felt a sense of helplessness, confusion, and emptiness, almost collapsing into her chair. This was followed by panic and fear. If she really ended up in prison, she could imagine how many people in Hong Kong and Beijing would laugh at her.
Wu Xiuying ripped off Liu Rumeng's self-hypnotic fantasy without hesitation. He paced back and forth, angrily saying, "Then let's leave now."
Liu Rumeng calmed down and paced back and forth, thinking, "No, there's another way. Let's go find Xiao He and ask him to forgive us. After all, we are still his parents."
Wu Xiuying was taken aback for a moment, then whispered, "I never thought you would have such a naive idea."
"Family ties? That's ridiculous. Over the years, there's been no family ties between us and him. He probably hates us to the core. At most, he'll just be indifferent to us."
Just then, a faint commotion came from outside the office. Given the soundproofing of his office, for him to hear it, the noise outside must have been very loud.
"Boss, the police are looking for you."
The frightened secretary bravely and calmly opened the door, and a cacophony of voices rushed in. Liu Rumeng looked towards the office door and saw a public official in a police uniform standing there, showing him his identification as he walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Liu, you are suspected of hiring a hitman to commit murder. Please come with us to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."
Wu Xiuying could hear his voice, which was trying to remain calm, "Okay, but please let me contact my legal team first."
He tried to maintain his refined and dignified facade, but unfortunately, the undisguised and noisy gossip almost shattered it.
Because of the fierce power struggle at the top, the employees all knew a thing or two about the final outcome, and they knew that the future boss was at odds with the current boss and was now involved in such a terrible criminal case.
We're all just ordinary people. We never imagined that something like the dramas we only see on TV, where even the most powerful families fight tooth and nail, could actually happen so close to us in real life. It was terrifying and exciting. The whole building was practically boiling with adrenaline, and we were discussing it without any restraint.
"This is terrifying. I never expected that President Liu, who looks so gentle and refined, like a true gentleman, could do such a thing."
"You don't understand. It's all shown in TV dramas. The more perfect and kind a person seems, the more evil they are hiding inside! Look at those psychopathic killers, aren't they all well-regarded good people?"
The man nodded repeatedly with conviction and jokingly said, "That makes sense."
Upon hearing this, Liu Rumeng's slender, fair face, accustomed to a life of luxury, immediately flushed red. The more he cared about his reputation in the past, the hotter his face became now. If there were a crack in the ground, he would have wanted to crawl into it immediately to avoid such humiliation and insult.
However, what he saw as an insult was simply a matter of fact to the onlookers.
Fortunately, he had always treated his secretaries well for the sake of his reputation, and the secretary who had just opened the door dispersed the onlookers.
"Stop looking, everyone's at their workstations. It's still working hours."
Liu Rumeng's feelings were somewhat complicated.
Wu Xiuying hung up the phone, feeling a sense of relief and relief. She stood up and took one last look at the stunning view from the top floor of the building.
"When you reach the summit, you will see all the mountains below."
He muttered to himself resentfully, "Why can't I win one last time?"
The police opened the door, took out their identification, and Wu Xiuying's expression became calm and serene. She said indifferently, "Okay."
She had already arranged her legal team in advance; the winner takes all, and she accepted it.
The sun was high in the sky, casting endless rays of light upon the earth. It was the time when the temperature was rising, and Feng Xingyun, sitting in the garden, took off his coat because it was so hot and hung it on a chair.
Secretary Wei then reported the current progress to Liu Duanhe via the online software.
Liu Duanhe knew perfectly well what was happening on Liu Rumeng and Wu Xiuying's side.
Everything had settled down, but Liu Duanhe wasn't as excited, thrilled, or satisfied as he had imagined.
All the so-called pleasure of revenge has vanished into nothingness. Liu Duanhe is now finally able to patiently face the subtle resentment of being ignored, treated coldly, suppressed and tormented in his youth, and to carefully analyze and savor it, just like looking at an outsider.
He was still a young man, but through trials and tribulations, he had become accustomed to not revealing his inner thoughts. However, it was impossible for him to be completely unaffected.
Liu Duanhe picked up Feng Xingyun's coat and threw it at him, then raised his chin and pointed at him, making no attempt to hide his domineering attitude, "Although the temperature in the garden is nice because the sun is out, what if you catch a cold from the sudden change in temperature?"
Feng Xingyun took his hand, appreciating his concern and care. "Don't worry about my health. It's burning hot right now. Feel it."
Liu Duanhe's hands were a little cold from being outside, so he borrowed his hands to warm them before pulling away. "If you have a strong constitution, you'll feel even worse when you get sick. You should put them on properly."
Feng Xingyun obediently put them on and even zipped them up. After doing that, he took Liu Duanhe's fair, soft, flawless hands and held them in his palms.
"Tell me if you get cold next time. I have many functions when we're out. I can drive you, warm your hands, bed, and feet, do laundry and cook. I'm good at everything now."
Liu Duanhe felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, his eyes crinkling with laughter. "What kind of functions do you have?"
Feng Xingyun pinched his soft, smooth cheek. "Of course, you'll be a good wife. Also, my parents will be your parents from now on, and you can use the family company as you please."
He could never be too affectionate with Liu Duanhe, wishing he could keep Liu Duanhe in his pocket and in his mouth, so that he could be happy and joyful every day. It was truly wonderful to like someone.
Especially when he falls for someone worthy, Feng Xingyun is certain that apart from Liu Duanhe, he will never meet anyone who makes his heart flutter like this again. Perhaps from the moment he stepped into the university dormitory, he fell in love at first sight, which is why he unconsciously pays attention to Liu Duanhe's whereabouts and watches his every move and word.
In that one glance, he glimpsed a vague, hazy feeling about Liu Duanhe, a vulnerability hidden beneath his composure, a strength and power concealed beneath his gentle politeness—how contradictory, how alluring. The feeling wasn't clear, but Feng Xingyun knew it was him.
Liu Duanhe shook her head as he kneaded her fingers. She took out her phone, opened the camera, and gently complained, "Your fingers are so rough, and you used so much force. Were you doing it on purpose? You've pinched me until my fingers are red."
Feng Xingyun spoke frankly and shamelessly with a cold face, "I couldn't control myself, I even wanted to bite your face."
Not satisfied, she added, "So cute, I can't resist."
Liu Duanhe had never imagined that the word "cute" could be used to describe him. This nearly 1.9-meter-tall man felt like he'd been struck by lightning for the first time, his expression cracking. "Me? Cute?"
Feng Xingyun stared intently at his incredulous face. His dark eyes were slightly wide open, his thick, long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and even his luscious red lips were slightly parted, revealing a pale red tongue and snow-white teeth. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and his heart pounded wildly, almost as if it were going to burst inside his chest.
I couldn't control my thoughts at all; I really wanted to bite Liu Duanhe.
He suddenly kissed Liu Duanhe on the cheek with a loud "pop," which Liu Duanhe felt was as deafening as thunder.
He covered his cheek and immediately looked around. Fortunately, the garden of the villa they were in was huge, and to ensure privacy, the distance between the adjacent villas was also large, ensuring that not a single sound could be heard.
With a hoarse voice, she said with difficulty, "Now you're even cuter."
Liu Duanhe covered his face with both hands. Although his cheeks still felt wet and soft, he didn't care at all and didn't even let his eyes show.
Feng Xingyun insisted on getting closer to his face, pushing his luck and wanting to make eye contact with him.
Liu Duanhe couldn't see it now, but he could feel a warm breath approaching, and his fair and handsome face flushed as if it were about to boil.
He adjusted his breathing and emotions behind his palms, and his voice came out a little muffled, lacking its usual clear and melodious quality, with a magnetic quality tinged with a hint of hoarseness, "I'm going to see my therapist tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"
Feng Xingyun's first thought was why Liu Duanhe needed to see a psychologist. He could sense that Liu Duanhe had psychological problems. After all, given the Liu family's environment, he didn't believe Liu Duanhe didn't have any. Besides, how many modern people don't have psychological issues?
But Liu Duanhe needs to see a psychologist, and the fact that he's being told this so seriously shows that, given his personality, it's definitely not just a normal feeling of depression.
Moreover, the fact that she proactively disclosed her private physical and mental condition was undoubtedly a sign that Liu Duanhe trusted him.
Feng Xingyun immediately became anxious and worried. "I will definitely go with you tomorrow. What's wrong with you?"
Liu Duanhe briefly explained, "Dr. Song seemed to say it was anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I've forgotten."
Feng Xingyun's gaze turned serious. Liu Duanhe never hesitated to speak clearly about anything he valued. Given his memory, even he was unclear about this, and he deliberately avoided thinking about it. This showed that he was trying to avoid the issue. He said sternly, "How could you not know the specifics? Xiao He, did you not follow the doctor's orders before?"
Liu Duanhe lowered his hand, and his cheeks finally cooled down, but there was still a lingering effect on his face. A hint of red appeared at the corner of his eyes, and his phoenix eyes were moist and as clear and gentle as autumn water.
He was a little guilty, but he admitted frankly, "I was quite busy before, and it was really embarrassing and hurtful to open up my bloody wound and tell others that I am someone that even my parents don't like."
His grandfather passed away, and Liu Rumeng and Wu Xiuying, along with his parents, were about to be sent to prison by him. In this world, he was practically left with no relatives. A sense of bewilderment and alienation overwhelmed him.
Liu Duanhe smiled self-deprecatingly, his face showing no obvious sadness or tears. But Feng Xingyun could sense how vulnerable he was, like newly fired glass, flowing with color and dazzling brilliance. Glass is fragile, but it is also truly beautiful.
Feng Xingyun had almost never seen Liu Duanhe in such a vulnerable state, which immediately made him lose the will to ask any more questions. He felt only heartache, like a small whip held in Liu Duanhe's hand, mercilessly lashing at him because of his dejection.
He wished he could immediately rip out his own heart and present it to Liu Duanhe, so that Liu Duanhe would know that at this very moment, there was someone in front of him who loved him very, very much.
Of course, these were all fantasies he was obsessed with.
Those crazy ideas were just a tiny bit, but they would probably scare Liu Duanhe.
Feng Xingyun suppressed these thoughts, disregarding everything else, and pulled Liu Duanhe into his arms, holding him tightly with a force that seemed to want to meld him into his very bones, to prove his existence, and murmured, "You still have me, I love you, I love you very, very much."
He thought how happy they would be if they could truly become each other's other half, never having to be separated again, with no more mental or physical barriers, allowing Liu Duanhe to fully know and experience his burning love.
Even though the tightness around his waist made Liu Duanhe ache, he found his place in that pain. So he hugged Feng Xingyun's strong and broad arms tightly, and said with a sore nose, "A little tighter."
Feng Xingyun did not exert several times the force as he had just thought. He simply tightened his grip slightly and gently soothed the little beast in his arms. The trust from Liu Duanhe ignited a burning excitement in Feng Xingyun, and his fingers trembled slightly.
He continued whispering in Liu Duanhe's ear, seemingly out of nowhere, "It's okay, I'm still here."
"I'm still here."
Liu Duanhe heard it clearly, so she buried herself even deeper into his arms.
The most direct form of intimacy between animals and between people is physical contact. Liu Duanhe used to resist touching anyone because he distrusted everyone and harbored the deepest suspicion towards everyone.
The direct cause was that his parents almost never held him when he was young, and rejected all his emotional needs. They believed in the cry-it-out method at that time.
The desire would never be satisfied, so Liu Duanhe told himself that he didn't need it.
Feng Xingyun transferred his burning body temperature to him, telling him that someone loved him deeply.
After a while, Liu Duanhe pushed Feng Xingyun away and joked, "You were so embarrassing just now, so weak."
Feng Xingyun shook his head and looked at him solemnly, saying, "You haven't disgraced me, nor have you been weak. You can always rely on me, and you don't need to be so strong that you have no feelings or flaws."
"Although my family's wealth is not as great as yours right now, I have faith in my parents' abilities. After I inherit the family fortune, I will hand it all over to you, and I will work for you and follow your arrangements!"
Liu Duanhe wasn't surprised at all, and jokingly said, "You really are a very filial son, just handing over all your family's assets to me like this?"
Feng Xingyun nodded, "Of course it's yours. We're family, what's there to argue about? As long as you like it, my parents don't mind. They're overjoyed that you're taking over the family business."
Most likely, considering that he hadn't formally settled things between them, Feng Xingyun's way of addressing him was somewhat ambiguous and vague.
Liu Duanhe felt a warm glow in his heart, mixed with a touch of envy.
"Your family has such a good relationship."
Feng Xingyun saw this clearly: "There are only a few truly happy families in the world, and every family has its own problems. It may not be as good as you imagine, but they all like you very much."
Liu Duanhe suddenly frowned. Feng Xingyun thought he had said something wrong, so he carefully recalled what he had just said, word by word.
Liu Duanhe rolled up his sleeve in surprise, revealing a bright red welt on his fair and smooth arm. "In this cold weather, there are still mosquitoes!"
Feng Xingyun quickly pulled him up, "Let's not stay in the garden, let's go back to the room first."
Liu Duanhe is not prone to mosquito bites, so he was completely unprepared when sitting in the garden. Unexpectedly, mosquitoes appeared just one or two months into spring.
He rarely gets bitten by mosquitoes, and his skin is delicate, so the itching was unbearable, and he wanted to scratch.
Feng Xingyun grabbed his hand, handcuffed both of his hands with one hand, and hurriedly led him to the room.
"Don't scratch, it will only make it itchier."
Liu Duanhe was so itchy he wanted to cry. "I know the more I scratch, the itchier it gets, but it's too itchy if I don't scratch."
He told the housekeeper to quickly buy a bottle of cooling gel to relieve the itching. This unexpected mosquito had completely ruined the romantic atmosphere between the two of them, which was extremely annoying.
The atmosphere was so good just now, Feng Xingyun felt that even if he confessed his feelings on the spot, Liu Duanhe might accept him directly, but this mosquito ruined it all.
Feng Xingyun was filled with hatred, wishing he could bombard this mosquito with cannons, shoot it with guns, and send it to the eighteenth level of hell.
Feng Xingyun watched as Liu Duanhe vigorously sprayed floral water on himself and applied gel to the mosquito bites, cursing the mosquito for the hundredth time that it would definitely become sterile from now on.
He originally wanted to give it to Liu Duan and Tu, but Liu Duan and Yi Tai refused because it was too mushy.
After finishing, Liu Duanhe chatted with Feng Xingyun for a while before going upstairs to his study for a meeting. He had scheduled most of his meetings for the afternoons in the past few days.
After the morning trip, there was no need to go out again, so Feng Xingyun's personal driver experience was only one round trip. The only gain was that he became familiar with one of Liu Duanhe's properties again.
After going upstairs, Liu Duanhe leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere in the garden just now was something he dared not and would not handle. He did not want to be led astray by his restless emotions and hormones, but he also did not want to go to Shanghai to confront Feng Xingyun.
The appearance of this mosquito relieved him from a dilemma. After calming down, Liu Duanhe got into work mode, entered the meeting, and turned on the camera.
By this time, the storm brewing on the internet had been brewing, and it dropped a bombshell on what should have been a calm morning.
The Liu family's flagship holding group, Tianhe Group, attracts countless eyes with every move it makes. Since the time when Liu Duanhe and Liu Rumeng were fighting for the right of succession, there have been many news reports about it.
What are most of the headlines like?
"Father and son turn against each other, the infighting within the wealthy family escalates further. Is it a struggle for interests, or is there something else going on?"
"A Six-Month Internal Strife Between a Wealthy Father and Son: The Whole Story of the Power Struggle"
"Internal strife among the second and third generations of wealthy families, with even close relatives turning against each other, is just the norm; the stories behind it are even more enigmatic."
"The infighting among wealthy families is a more surreal reality than 'The Heirs'."
The accompanying pictures below didn't show his and Liu Rumeng's faces directly; they were all side profiles and back views.
Today, several news items topped the trending lists across the internet: "Tianhe Culture President Liu Rumeng under investigation for suspected murder-for-hire," "Xiufu Jewelry President Wu Xiuying under investigation for suspected murder-for-hire," "Tianhe Group CEO in danger," and "Tianhe Group official announcement released."
This caused a huge uproar online.
Overall, public opinion is largely condemning these inhuman parents; even tigers don't eat their cubs.
The people Liu Duanhe hired and those Feng Xingyun lent him were also diligently continuing to guide public opinion behind the scenes, ensuring the matter spread as widely as possible, which also had another benefit.
That is, the more one side leans towards the victim, the more the case can be judged in a fairer and more severe direction, considering the social impact and the people's basic sense of justice. As long as there is human nature, there will be bias.
People at the school learned the news quickly, and several posts and news articles about the fierce battle were constantly forwarded on the forum, with Liu Duanhe's supporters and fans engaging in a fierce battle without any mercy.
Especially those trolls who like to pick on the victims' problems, and those pseudo-saints who forgive everything on behalf of the victims—just catch them and keep attacking them until they apologize and back down.
Liu Duanhe was unaware of the glorious achievements of his teammates who were off the field. He systematically refuted the claims of some intruders in the forum, saying that being organized and orderly was much faster than guerrilla warfare, and the results were very good.
After his final conversation with the person in charge of online public opinion, he turned off his phone and looked at the documents on the table.
Liu Duanhe has been extremely busy lately, barely getting any sleep. Now that everything is settled, he feels like his body is about to shut down if he relaxes.
Wanting to collapse onto the bed and have a good sleep, Liu Duanhe covered his mouth and yawned. He drew back the curtains but didn't dare open the window, as he was genuinely afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes.
The bright, indifferent sunlight shone in, and Liu Duanhe felt that it still lacked the warmth of summer.
The light stimulated him, which finally lessened his sleepiness somewhat. After all, he hadn't eaten lunch yet, and if he slept now, he would be hungry in his sleep.
I processed some more documents and looked at the financial report that was about to be released.
Lunch was finally ready, and Feng Xingyun came up to call Liu Duanhe to eat.
When Liu Duanhe asked the housekeeper to buy floral water and anti-itch ointment, he also asked him to urge the housekeeper to come over early to cook.
Liu Duanhe doesn't like strangers living in her home, so the housekeeper, cook, nanny, and other staff don't live here, even though Liu Duanhe herself rarely stays here either.
Perhaps because he had relaxed so much, Liu Duanhe felt both exhausted and miserable.
When he went downstairs for lunch, it was practically a drowsy afternoon. He was even more comical while eating, dozing off as he ate, almost burying his head in his bowl. So he quickly finished Liu Duanhe's meal and hurriedly left.
After finishing his meal, Feng Xingyun quickly cleared away the plates and put them in the sink. As he was doing this, he saw Liu Duanhe get up unsteadily. He had noticed during the meal that Liu Duanhe was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open.
Liu Duanhe buried his head in Feng Xingyun's chest, rubbing against it. The soft chest was completely soft when he didn't use his strength, and it was very comfortable to use as a pillow.
A warm body gives one a strong sense of security, calm and powerful.
Feng Xingyun put his arms around Liu Duanhe's shoulders and legs and lifted him up in his arms. Liu Duanhe already trusted him a lot, so he didn't even open his eyes. He rested his head on the crook of Feng Xingyun's neck. His shoulder-length, slightly cool hair was soft and smooth against Feng Xingyun's neck and cheek. It was as warm and cool as jade. His arms were also draped lazily and weakly over Feng Xingyun's neck and pulled away from between the two of them.
He steadily climbed the stairs. There were many rooms on the second floor, and since it was his first time there, Feng Xingyun didn't know which room Liu Duanhe would be staying in.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently shook Liu Duanhe. "Xiao He, which room do you stay in?"
Feng Xingyun's shaking made Liu Duanhe even sleepier. He groggily opened his eyes, looked up to make out the direction, and pointed to Feng Xingyun.
He gently placed Liu Duanhe on the bed, took off Liu Duanhe's slippers and socks, and quietly found several towels. After wetting the towels, he carefully and gently wiped Liu Duanhe's face, arms, hands and feet.
Fortunately, he had already changed into his pajamas, otherwise he would have been too embarrassed to change Liu Duanhe's pajamas, and it would have been easy to wake him up and disturb his sleep. But if he didn't change, Liu Duanhe would feel very uncomfortable when he woke up.
Liu Duanhe stirred slightly, but quickly fell into a deep sleep. After lying down on the soft bed, he slept soundly and deeply. His fair and delicate face looked pure and innocent with his eyes closed, as handsome as an angel. His soft breathing brought a sense of peace to anyone who looked at him.
Feng Xingyun sighed silently. Liu Duanhe had been incredibly busy lately, not only physically but also mentally. Feng Xingyun felt so sorry for him.
Fortunately, it's over. Even the deepest traumas will eventually be forgotten.
Feng Xingyun carefully brushed the stray strands of hair off his cheek, scattering them on both sides. Liu Duanhe's brows slowly relaxed, making him appear even more serene.
His heart felt soft and tender, as if being kneaded by soft little hands. He sat gently on the chair by the bed, watching over Liu Duanhe as he slept.
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