Chapter 67 Car Accident (Overhaul) Qiao Zheng once met Xu Xunzhen...
Qiao Zheng met Murong Bo at a business party where she and Xu Xunzhen were discussing cooperation.
Murong Bo still maintained his elegant appearance. Huaxi Industry was recently caught off guard by an investigation from above. Zhuo Dahai and Murong Bo were restricted from leaving the country, but Murong Bo seemed unaffected. He still maintained his former dignity with a warm smile on his face, and there was no sign of desolation.
Qiao Zheng was stopped by Murong Bo on the terrace. Murong Bo raised his glass and said to Qiao Zheng, "Miss Qiao, I toast you."
Qiao Zheng didn't respond, just looked at him expressionlessly.
Murong Bo smiled and spoke to himself, "I didn't expect Miss Qiao and Qiao Zhizheng to have this kind of relationship. Forgive my shortsightedness for not noticing it. You know, I really admire independent-minded women like you."
Qiao Zheng sneered, "So? What do you want to say?"
"I've noticed online public opinion has been rather negative towards Qiao Zhizheng lately. Why don't you make friends with me? We can have a meal together and chat. I've always been very kind to my friends. Qiao Zhizheng's been in trouble lately, and I happen to have some resources I can use to help her. Miss Qiao, it's just a matter of friendship, so why not?"
Qiao Zheng saw the source of the trouble hypocritically offering to help solve the problem, feeling extremely ironic. She shook her head and said, "No need. We can still handle this little thing."
Murong Bo twirled the wine glass in his hand and raised his voice, "Well, if Miss Qiao and Qiao Zhizheng run into any trouble in the future, feel free to come to me. If we become friends, I'd be happy to help."
Qiao Zheng thought, here we go again, Murong Bo's usual trick.
- Pull you down when you are at your peak, appear by your side when you are at your most vulnerable, make you trust him, make you rely on him, and finally push you to destruction and shatter you into pieces.
After Murong Bo finished speaking, he turned and left with a confident smile.
A lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that Murong Bo's family and the people behind him have not collapsed completely. He believes that this storm will pass just like every previous storm. It is just a temporary endurance. He can afford to wait. He has time to slowly play with these two little bugs.
What he hated most were those who climbed up through their own efforts. How could they go from such a humble position to a position that everyone envied? He was in a higher position than them from the beginning, but he was disabled. How could they be complete?
Fine porcelain is at its most beautiful the moment it lands on the ground.
Murong Bo narrowed his eyes in satisfaction when he thought of this. He was really looking forward to it...
While Qiao Zheng was sitting on the sofa and chatting with Qiao Zhizheng, she told her about the conversation between her and Murong Bo.
"You may have to be prepared to be suppressed and put on ice."
Qiao Zhizheng smiled indifferently, "I'll be suppressed if I'm suppressed, but I might not make any money for a while and have to rely on my sister for free."
Qiao Zheng's eyes lit up with a smile. "What's the point of being a gigolo? My money is your money. You know the password, so you can use it as you please."
Qiao Zhizheng held her face in her hands and fell onto Qiao Zheng happily, "Is this what it feels like to be a gigolo? So happy."
Qiao Zheng hugged her with amusement, inserted her fingers into Qiao Zhizheng's hair, and looked at her eyebrows carefully. Qiao Zhizheng noticed her intention, blinked, and let her look at her without moving.
The face in front of me is very different from the one I saw in the corridor on that rainy night. The bitterness and sadness are gone, and there is calmness and happiness in it. The determination revealed in his eyes is the same as before.
Qiao Zheng sighed, "I've grown up."
Qiao Zhizheng twitched the corners of her mouth. "Qiao Zheng, don't speak in that tone. It feels weird."
——It feels like an elder looking after a child.
Qiao Zheng and Qiao Zhizheng realized this at the same time, and the warm atmosphere was immediately broken by a burst of laughter.
"Qiao Zheng, you don't have to worry about me. I've grown up now. I'm no longer the kid who gets scared when something happens."
Qiao Zhizheng spoke in a firm tone. She didn't really want much. She just wanted Qiao Zheng to be by her side.
Qiao Zheng lowered her head and kissed the little mouth that could speak nicely.
Qiao Zhizheng listened to the cold wind outside the window and waited for the wind and rain to come in her warm embrace.
As Qiao Zheng said, Qiao Zhizheng's work was indeed affected. Many collaborations that were in contact with her were also returned to their original positions, and those that had already taken over would rather pay liquidated damages than terminate the contract with her.
Ding Qian said that when she contacted the brand, the staff there was very embarrassed and only vaguely said that someone from higher up asked them to do this.
The only remaining work should be Lin Yiwei's "Lonely Boat". Lin Yiwei's attitude is unclear and she is still watching and waiting for subsequent developments.
It only took about a month to fall from the peak to the bottom.
"It seems like yesterday that the magazine launched last month, and now it's been turned into a denial."
Qiao Zhizheng was not as depressed as the outside world imagined. Instead, he found joy in the midst of suffering and said these words without any psychological burden.
It was winter vacation at this time, and the Chinese New Year was only a few days away. The invitation to a local TV station's Spring Festival Gala had been withdrawn, so Qiao Zhizheng simply treated it as a long vacation for herself and spent the Chinese New Year at home with Qiao Zheng.
The nanny had been sent home for the holiday, and Qiao Zhizheng suddenly had an idea and wanted to try making dumplings herself.
There was flour at home, so she followed the online tutorial and rolled out a bunch of dumpling wrappers of varying thicknesses. Qiao Zheng was responsible for chopping the stuffing. The dumplings they made after working together were, well... how should I put it, anyway, Qiao Zheng looked at the few relatively intact dumplings that survived in the pot of minced meat and noodle soup, fished them out and served a few to herself and Qiao Zhizheng.
The fruits of one’s own labor are always delicious, and this day’s dinner ended with these dumplings.
My stomach feels warm, and my heart feels warm too.
"Da Qiao" walked to the corner of the table with graceful steps, sweeping Qiao Zhizheng's ankles with its tail, while "Xiao Qiao" barked energetically and drilled under the table while biting the ball.
There was no need to speak, the room was very lively.
Qiao Zhizheng propped up his head and looked at Qiao Zheng who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, thinking, so be it, no need for flowers and splendor, no need for fame, no need for bright spotlights and everyone's attention, my life is already perfect.
Perhaps there were too many people making wishes that night, and the gods could not hear everyone's wishes, so Qiao Zhizheng's wish was missed.
After the Spring Festival holiday, Qiao Zhizheng rested at home and prepared to join the crew. Although "The Lonely Boat" had not given her a definite answer yet, she still had to take the work at hand seriously as long as they did not completely reject her.
Qiao Zhizheng took out the script that he had read several times. The character of Jiang Ci seemed flat and boring, but every new reading would bring Qiao Zhizheng new understanding and feelings.
Jiang Ci is an orphan without parents. She was trained by the organization to be a top killer. Her life is either spent assassinating her target or on the way to assassinate her target.
She looked cold and inhuman, and nothing in the world could shake her heart.
But from many details, we can find that she is afraid of loneliness and longs for excitement. Her long career as a killer has made her no longer trust anyone. She longs to be close to others but cannot trust others. This is the most painful thing.
Her way of relieving her loneliness was to catch a bird or raise a rabbit and talk to them, but the bird in the cage would die in a few days without freedom, and the rabbit would slowly die of old age, so she found a new person to talk to, which was herself in the mirror.
After talking to herself in the mirror for a long time, Jiang Ci began to feel dazed. The person in the mirror seemed to have become another person, no, another person, a different self from herself. Jiang Ci told "her" all her loneliness, and "she" would also listen to Jiang Ci patiently with a smile and respond in Jiang Ci's heart. Jiang Ci gave "her" a new name, called Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci felt that she had never been so happy and blessed. She didn't need to be on guard or worry about the secrets she had accumulated for a long time being known by people who shouldn't know. After wandering for a long time, Jiang Ci finally had the feeling of having someone to accompany her and snuggle with. Even though this was just a cold mirror, there was someone in the mirror who was always waiting for her. There were many mirrors in the world, and she was the same in every mirror.
On a rainy night, the wind coming in from outside blew out the candle in the house. Jiang Ci in the mirror disappeared in an instant. Jiang Ci hurriedly lit the candle. When Jiang Ci appeared in the mirror, the unprecedented panic in Jiang Ci's heart finally calmed down. It was Jiang Ci's lips that touched Jiang Ci before her fingertips.
Jiang Ci has been on countless missions, big and small, over the years, and has seen all kinds of people. Even if she has never eaten pork, she has seen pigs run. Suddenly, she realized that she had different feelings for Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci's thinking was different from that of the average person, who was preoccupied with moral principles. She quickly accepted the fact that she had fallen in love with herself, and it seemed perfectly natural. Who else in the world could be more worthy of me than myself? There were no barriers, no lies, we were simply made for each other!
When Qiao Zhizheng read this paragraph, she deeply agreed with Jiang Ci's idea and had great enthusiasm and confidence in playing this role.
Every time he read the script about Jiang Ci, Qiao Zhizheng felt a deeper sense of identification with her.
Just when Qiao Zhizheng was immersed in the script, he suddenly received a call.
"Hello, are you Ms. Qiao Zheng's family? She was in a car accident and is in the hospital for emergency treatment. Please come as soon as possible."
The script in Qiao Zhizheng's hand slipped. She never expected that the person who had just promised to bring her desserts from downstairs in her company with a smile before leaving the house would be in a car accident and hospitalized in the blink of an eye.
When Qiao Zhizheng rushed to the hospital, the lights in the emergency room were still on. Sitting on a bench outside the emergency room, Qiao Zhizheng learned the situation from the police.
At that time, Qiao Zheng was driving to the company normally. When passing a section of empty road, an out-of-control truck rushed towards her. The truck driver was drunk and was also in the emergency room for rescue.
Qiao Zhizheng was drowning in a huge panic, but she unexpectedly felt a rare sense of calmness in her heart. Was it an accident? Or was it intentional?
The waiting time was extremely long, so long that it seemed like several centuries had passed. The scene in front of his eyes seemed to be slowed down and divided into countless frames. A speck of dust was slowly floating in front of him. Hidden in the dust was the entire process of a small universe from birth to destruction. Qiao Zhizheng's pain was divided into countless small grids, and each small grid corresponded to a frame of the small universe.
An idea brought Qiao Zhizheng back from his fantasy.
——The operation should be almost over.
I thought an hour had passed, but when I looked up, only one minute had passed.
A worried voice said to her, "Qiao Zheng hasn't come out yet, don't exhaust yourself first."
A pair of hands gently separated Qiao Zhizheng's folded hands. Qiao Zhizheng blinked, and a belated tear fell on the palm of his hand that was pinched bruises.
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The author has something to say: My wisdom teeth hurt, my face is swollen, ahhh, I feel like I haven’t written it well. When I recover, I will definitely revise it. It really hurts [burst into tears][burst into tears][burst into tears]
The new one is up, remember to take a look, my condition was really bad yesterday, and when I was revising it today, I looked at it again and was like, wow wow wow? What the hell did I write?
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