Designer
Lu Zhian walked out of Gu Yingshen's house, his mind still swirling with thoughts of how to face the two large "snow leopards." Just as he hesitated, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Gu Yingshen, concise and to the point:
Xiao Yuan barged into my house on a rainy day without taking off his shoes.
This blatant "accusation" gave him a clear starting point—to confront and demand an explanation.
He secretly contacted Gu Yingshen. It was impossible to completely hide this from Xiao Yuan and Xiao Jin; they must have found out.
He could almost imagine the oppressive atmosphere inside the villa at that moment.
Sure enough, when he pushed open the door of the villa, this was the scene that came into view: Xiao Yuan and Xiao Jin were sitting side by side on the living room sofa. The main light was not on, only the wall lamps cast a dim yellow halo, which made their tense profiles even more prominent.
The low air pressure was almost solidified, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
They heard the door open and looked up at him. Their eyes held a mixture of joy at seeing him return and an almost undisguised fear.
They knew he had remembered. The current Lu Zhian was complete, possessing all his memories, including their unbearable past and his own resolute departure—the "designer."
Lu Zhian didn't look at Xiao Yuan; his gaze was fixed on Xiao Jin first.
He walked straight over, his steps unhurried, yet carrying a long-lost sense of pressure befitting a "designer."
As Xiao Jin watched him approach, he subconsciously wanted to pull the man into his arms as usual, using intimacy to confirm his presence, but he didn't dare.
The current Lu Zhian has eyes that are both too unfamiliar and too familiar.
Then, before Xiao Jin could react, Lu Zhian raised his hand.
"Smack!"
A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Xiao Jin's face, with considerable force.
Xiao Jin was completely stunned, his ears ringing, not from the pain, but from this sudden and completely unexpected action.
He stood frozen in place, not daring to move, much less to hug the person as he usually did without a care in the world.
Lu Zhian withdrew his hand, his eyes icy cold. His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Xiao Jin's heart: "Grown bold? A hundred million for you." He paused, his anger undisguised, "Where did you learn that bad habit?"
Xiao Jin lowered his head, like a large beast that had done something wrong and was being punished by its master, full of panic and helplessness, with not a trace of his usual flamboyant wildness.
Just then, another gaze fell intently on Lu Zhian. It was Xiao Yuan.
Lu Zhian finally turned his gaze to him, and without any preamble, raised his hand.
"Smack!"
With the same crisp sound, the slap landed on Xiao Yuan's face. Xiao Yuan didn't dodge, nor did he even blink; he simply endured the blow, his cheeks quickly turning red.
"Breaking into someone's house in the rain without changing your shoes," Lu Zhian's voice grew even colder, "Who taught you that?"
Xiao Yuan looked at him, and instead of touching his burning cheeks, he carefully tugged at Lu Zhian's sleeve, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing something.
Lu Zhian glanced down at the fingers gripping his sleeve, but didn't pull away. Instead, he commanded in a cold, emotionless voice:
"Kneel down."
His gaze swept between Xiao Yuan and Xiao Jin, who was still looking down.
"Think about it carefully."
Xiao Yuan barely hesitated before loosening his sleeve and kneeling down in front of him.
Seeing this, Xiao Jin immediately followed suit, kneeling down on the cold floor with a thud.
Two men who were once powerful and influential in the outside world now knelt submissively before their former masters, like wild beasts stripped of their teeth and claws, awaiting their final judgment.
In the villa's living room, only suppressed breathing and silent repentance remained.
Lu Zhian stood there, looking down at them with an unquestionable sense of control befitting a "designer".
This belated "reckoning" has only just begun.
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