Chapter 2
In a trance, he had a dream.
He dreamed of his eighteen-year-old self confessing his love to Lian Sixuan on the streets of Sweden. He dreamed of the kiss Lian Sixuan gave him when he was about to return home. He dreamed of him bringing Lian Sixuan home, and his parents earnestly trying to stop them from being together...
He even dreamed that his mother was accusing him bitterly before she jumped off a building and committed suicide.
"Rong Huan, you are the sinner of the Rong family!"
"sinner--!"
Rong Huan suddenly sat up from the bed, cold sweat soaking his back.
The pungent smell of disinfectant and the sound of dripping instruments reminded him that this was a hospital.
He looked down at his pale fingers and murmured, "I'm not dead..."
He vaguely remembered that someone grabbed his hand before he fell into coma.
Before he could come to his senses, two muscular bodyguards burst into the ward, grabbed his arms, and yanked him off the bed. "Mr. Rong, our president wants to see you."
Rong Huan was taken to the office of the Lian Group president by bodyguards. Only Lian Sixuan was sitting on the huge sofa.
This man is no longer the taciturn boy who sold paintings on the streets of Sweden. He is wearing a fine Italian handmade suit and has a stern look.
"Boss Lian, long time no see." Rong Huan struggled to break free from the bodyguards, straightened his back, looked at Lian Sixuan coldly, and smiled sarcastically, "Boss Lian, you took the time to meet with me during your busy schedule. I wonder what brings you here?"
Lian Sixuan lowered his eyes and looked at Rong Huan, raised his chin, and the bodyguard handed a drafted contract to Rong Huan.
Then, without allowing any room for refusal, he said in a cold voice, "Sign it."
The gist of the contract was that Lian Sixuan acquired the Rong Group and paid off Rong Huan's debts, so he was now Rong Huan's creditor.
This is a contract of sale.
"Lian Sixuan, do you think I'm a fool? From the moment my parents declared bankruptcy, Rong's debts ceased to exist! You want me to sign? Dream on!"
Rong Huan raised his hand and tore the contract into pieces in an instant. There were tears in his eyes, but he still remained proud and unyielding.
Lian Sixuan looked at the scattered pieces of paper and suddenly laughed, "Ah Huan, are you angry?"
"Are you angry that I took your property and forced your parents to death?" He smiled, but his voice was cold, and every word stabbed Rong Huan's heart. "Didn't you cause all this? You sowed the seeds and reaped the fruits. Why are you so angry?"
He approached step by step, pinched Rong Huan's chin hard, and forced him to look at him.
"Rong Huan, you'd better remember this." His tone was frivolous and cruel. "It's your naiveté that has harmed you, your parents, and your—brother."
Hearing this, Rong Huan's pupils suddenly dilated and his face turned pale.
"What did you do to Xixi?"
Lian Sixuan laughed again: "I didn't do anything to him. He did everything of his own accord. The second young master of the Rong family is much more responsible than your useless brother."
The next second, a cell phone was thrown in front of Rong Huan.
There's a video playing on it -
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