Chapter 92 A New Day
The phone didn't even have time to ring.
Jiang Zhi noticed it the moment the light appeared.
He reached out and quickly hung up.
But no matter how subtle Jiang Zhi's movements were, they still disturbed Mingzhu in his arms.
Mingzhu shrank into his arms and uttered a vague mumbling: "What's wrong..."
Jiang Zhi immediately patted her back gently, and kissed her fair and beautiful face soothingly.
"It's okay, miss," he said in a low voice, "go back to sleep."
In the familiar warmth.
Mingzhu soon relaxed again, and her breathing became even and long.
Jiang Zhi waited patiently.
Until I was sure Mingzhu had fallen asleep again.
Only then did he carefully get up from the bed.
When I got outside, Uncle Zhou was already waiting there.
See Jiang Zhi come out.
He nodded slightly.
The two walked towards the study together.
At this time, Mr. Ming had already rested.
"Mr. Jiang, it was Sheng Yuan calling the young lady." Uncle Zhou handed a mobile phone to Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi took it, "Okay, Uncle Zhou."
Old Master Ming did not completely block Sheng Yuan's way of contacting Mingzhu.
However, whenever Sheng Yuan called Mingzhu, the signal would be intercepted.
Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the number, and he dialed it.
On the other end, Sheng Yuan was holding his phone in a daze.
He was just about to try again when the screen suddenly lit up.
It was a number he had never seen before.
The place of affiliation is shown as Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Sheng Yuan subconsciously wanted to hang up.
But there was a voice inside him telling him.
He must answer this call.
After the call was connected, there was only dead silence on the other end.
"Uncle Zhou?" Sheng Yuan asked tentatively in a dry voice.
However, there was still no response from the receiver.
His heart sank and he quickly rejected this guess.
The person on the other end of the phone was definitely not Uncle Zhou.
Although Sheng Yuan was in a passive position, his habit of being in a high position in his previous life remained.
He gathered himself and spoke again, his tone carrying a sense of pressure, "Who are you?"
In fact, the moment Sheng Yuan asked this question.
An answer vaguely emerged in his mind.
He just didn't want to believe it.
"Jiang Zhi."
A deep, hoarse voice came from the other end of the receiver.
After being filtered by the electric current, it becomes even colder and clearer.
The answer in my heart was confirmed.
Sheng Yuan's breathing stagnated, and he blurted out, "Were you the one who hung up the phone just now?"
In other words...this man.
At such a late hour, he was still in the same room with Mingzhu.
Jiang Zhi listened to the childish yet somewhat fierce voice on the other end of the phone and did not respond.
Sheng Yuan suppressed his anger and said bluntly: "I want to see Mingzhu."
"Mr. Sheng," Jiang Zhi said calmly, "you are not qualified to see the young lady."
Sheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Jiang Zhi addressed Mingzhu so formally.
Perhaps this person is just the bodyguard arranged by Mr. Ming for Mingzhu.
Sheng Yuan said in a firm tone: "I am Mingzhu's husband."
Jiang Zhi's voice still lacked any emotion. "I think you might have a mental problem."
Sheng Yuan suddenly became anxious, and his tone became more urgent: "Tell the old man a message. I can tell you about Mingzhu. I just want to see her once."
In order not to make Mr. Ming worry.
He knew Mingzhu would definitely hide some things.
And this is his only bargaining chip at the moment.
"Does the past matter?" Jiang Zhi raised his eyes after hearing this, and his gaze fell on the huge photo in the center of the study.
"Whatever the young lady does not wish to mention, she should remain silent."
He made this call just to confirm Sheng Yuan's specific situation.
I'm not here to listen to his unrealistic requests.
Sheng Yuan knew that his request would not be fulfilled.
He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, "Then I want to see you."
He had to confirm this man's identity with his own eyes.
Shanghai Stock Exchange, with the surname Jiang.
In his previous life, he seemed to have heard of this name when he was searching for a master of metaphysics.
This person seems to be very close to Lin Huaiyan.
Jiang Zhi didn't answer and ended the call directly.
Uncle Zhou saw Jiang Zhi put down his phone and asked in a low voice, "Is Sheng Yuan back too?"
Jiang Zhi nodded lightly.
"How to deal with it?"
There was a deep silence in Jiang Zhi's eyes.
Sheng Yuan listened to the busy tone of the phone being hung up.
He called back again without giving up, but could only hear a cold notification tone.
Even Mingzhu's number could no longer be reached.
Sheng Yuan realized that he had been completely cut off from all ways of contacting Mingzhu.
He slammed his phone to the ground.
The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the night, waking up Sheng's father who was sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room.
"What...what happened?" Father Sheng sat up in confusion, his eyes half asleep.
However, before he could fully wake up.
I watched helplessly as the old door was unlocked and pushed open in an extremely professional manner.
It's useless.
Several tall men came in one after another, their movements swift and neat.
The two men walked straight forward and controlled the panicked Sheng's father.
The other person walked quickly to the bedroom and subdued Sheng's mother, who had just been awakened and had not yet made any sound.
Sheng Yuan heard unusual noises coming from the living room.
As soon as I opened the toilet door, I was controlled.
He suddenly forgot that he was only a six-year-old child and shouted without thinking.
"Who are you! I'm Jingshi Sheng Yuan! How dare you arrest me? Don't you want to live anymore?"
Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered tightly and all his struggles were in vain.
Father Sheng stared in amazement at his completely unfamiliar son, who had a gloomy tone and a fierce expression. He froze completely.
It only took a short while for the family of three to be quietly taken away from the tube-shaped building.
Early in the morning, Mr. Ming had just woken up when he heard what happened last night.
With interest in his eyes, he asked, "How did he handle this?"
Uncle Zhou handed a glass of warm water to Old Man Ming and replied in a steady voice, "After the Sheng family went bankrupt, Sheng's parents couldn't bear the blow and developed serious mental problems. They abused their six-year-old child and eventually... drove him insane."
From now on, the three members of that family can only spend the rest of their lives in this world, confused and unconscious.
Old Master Ming lowered his head and took a sip of warm water. The water temperature was just right.
He pondered for a moment and then commented calmly, "Well done."
This is the Jiang Zhi he wants.
It always turns its softest and most vulnerable abdomen and neck towards its owner.
But the sharp fangs and all the ferocity are mercilessly left to outsiders.
Mingzhu slowly opened her eyes and met Jiang Zhi's face which was so close to her.
"Are you awake?" Mingzhu's voice was still hoarse and soft from waking up.
"Yes, Miss." Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at her with a soft expression.
Mingzhu turned over gently in his arms, put her face in his open palm, and turned her eyes to the curtains that were slowly opening automatically.
Light seeped into the room bit by bit, gradually dispelling the haziness.
"It's a new day." Mingzhu spoke softly, her warm breath falling into his palm.
Jiang Zhi could feel the softness and warmth from her cheek.
So he reached out his other hand and gently held her waist.
He took the person into his arms.
Close to each other, their body temperatures blending.
"Well," he murmured in agreement, not taking his eyes off her face, "it's a new day."
——End of text——
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