Chapter 2
"The Third Young Master is back?" Yi Zhongming said without standing up, simply nodding to Rong Xiang. The large sofa made him appear even shorter. He was probably fifty years old this year, but thanks to his good looks, he looked seven or eight years younger. He wasn't balding yet, and his features were handsome, suggesting he must have been quite energetic in his youth. Now that he was older, the traces of youth had long since vanished from his appearance, leaving only a faint, transparent sharpness, as if he had become a shrewd old man.
“Mr. Yi.” Rong Xiang nodded to him as well. Then he took off his suit jacket and handed it to Xiao Meng. Xiao Meng had been by his side around the clock and had become a part of him.
"Did you go to Belarus?" Yi Zhongming asked casually.
Rongxiang felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't escape the old fox's eyes after all. He didn't know how the old fox had so many spies. He had been careful enough, but he still hadn't done enough.
"Yes, I'm going to buy something." He answered as he walked to the sofa and sat down, sitting quite close to Yi Zhongming, maintaining only a symbolic distance.
Yi Zhongming turned his head and looked at him carefully, then suddenly smiled—his smile always carried a hint of sadness, as if he were watching helplessly as his beloved treasure disappeared, unable to stop it. With that smile, he moved closer to Rong Xiang and placed his right hand on the back of Rong Xiang's neck.
Yi Zhongming didn't know why he had developed such a strange infatuation with Rong Xiang. Every time he touched Rong Xiang's skin, he felt an urge to strip the man naked. This was odd, because he had never liked men. And even if he did, there were plenty of handsome young boys in the city; there was no need to bother with Rong Xiang. He understood all of this, and it was precisely because he understood it that he felt particularly uneasy.
Having lived for decades, he knew from experience how unwise his current actions were. Rong Xiang, firstly, was the third master of the Rong family, and he had always only ever been involved with actors, not young masters. Secondly, he was a man of few words, always silent and unassuming, making it impossible to discern his true intentions. Moreover, someone who dared to seduce his own sister-in-law, a man of few words, was certainly not up to any good.
but……
Yi Zhongming's hand slid like a ghost to Rong Xiang's face, gently stroking it for a while. He withdrew his hand and sniffed it; there was a faint scent of face cream. Thinking that he was clearly sinking into the mire, the sorrow on his face deepened.
"The old man is failing," Yi Zhongming said, seemingly unintentionally.
Rongxiang turned around and stared at him, his face pale, making his eyes appear particularly dark: "Is Big Brother still at the small mansion and hasn't returned yet?"
"He has already led his men to the camp."
"Then what do we do?"
Yi Zhongming smiled and said, "No need to rush. Feng Huizhen had already instructed her younger brother to keep an eye on your older brother and stop him if he makes any moves. Now that Feng Dingkun has already led his troops out, it will be difficult for your older brother to get to the camp."
“Huizhen, she…” Rongxiang seemed a little confused, and swallowed the rest of his sentence after saying half of it.
Yi Zhongming knew what he was going to ask: "Feng Huizhen is very shrewd. The eldest and third sons are the most capable in the Rong family. Now that the old man is on his deathbed, how could she not think more about you? Speaking of which, she is indeed a smart woman, but unfortunately she has a hard life and married your second brother."
At this moment, Rong Xiang could no longer listen to any talk of misfortune. Looking at Yi Zhongming, his face became even colder and more like a stone statue: "Feng Dingkun's men are not enough. You still have to go. You have been in charge of the soldiers in the camp for years, and they listen to you."
"Is Third Master giving me an order?"
Rongxiang was taken aback by these words: "What?"
Yi Zhongming raised his hand and touched Rong Xiang's short hair, saying gently, "I can help you, and I can help your older brother. Anyway, they are all descendants of the old man, and I have a clear conscience no matter who I support."
Rong Xiang stared intently at Yi Zhongming for a full minute. Then he suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescents, a rosy blush rising to his snow-white cheeks—a truly innocent and radiant smile.
"Mr. Yi, I will repay you properly."
These words, spoken by Rong Xiang, were both meaningful and blunt. He was usually quiet and seemingly shrewd, but in reality, he was incredibly stubborn. Now he wanted to be the head of the family, to take over the troops and money left by his father. He was willing to pay any price for this. He figured that since he had nothing but his own body, he might as well give it to Mr. Yi in exchange for a life of wealth and luxury—a very worthwhile deal.
Beneath his aloof and dull exterior, Rongxiang is a ruthless and desperate man at heart.
He himself was unaware of this, but Mr. Yi had a slight idea of what was going on.
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