Chapter 41
"Lian Sixuan, you want to kill me, right? Go ahead, if you kill me, you won't have an easy life either. If I can't get you, I will destroy you." Jian Lu laughed crazily. He couldn't escape anyway, so the longer he delayed, the better.
Lian Sixuan gritted his teeth and strangled Jian Lu's neck with his men. Every breath he took was filled with murderous intent.
"Lian Sixuan, kill me quickly. I would rather die than be imprisoned by you." Jian Lu shook his head violently and roared at him like a madman.
"You want to die, but it's not that easy. You harmed the Rong family in the past, so now I will let you taste the pain of having your family destroyed." Lian Sixuan finally withdrew his hand and looked at the man under him with complicated eyes. He had never seen such a cruel man who destroyed everything because of jealousy.
But he actually thought he was straightforward. He was really blind at the time. If he was not blind, how could he not see Rong Huan's sincerity towards him?
"Haha..." Jian Lu sneered a few times, then started cursing again: "Do you think I have the energy to care about my family when I can barely protect myself?"
Lian Sixuan was speechless for a moment. How could there be such a man in the world who would not even care about the life and death of his own family?
"Lian Sixuan, you don't dare to kill me, right? I knew you were a coward." Seeing him walking out, Jian Lu suddenly opened her voice and howled at him.
Lian Sixuan's body trembled slightly and his steps paused. It was not because he was irritated by his words, but because he felt that compared to him, Rong Huan was really too kind. It was just that he was blinded by hatred and anger at the time and did not see it.
"Take him away." Without even turning his head, he ordered his subordinates in a cold voice. Immediately, someone took out a rope, tied him up, and stuffed him into the trunk.
In the dark trunk, Jian Lu stared straight ahead with a pair of eyes full of resentment, and a hint of amusement appeared at the corners of his lips, which was particularly eerie.
He succeeded. He finally made Lian Sixuan completely disgusted with him. Only in this way could he have a chance to survive. Rong Huan, just wait. I won't let you go.
Lian Sixuan locked Jian Lu in a suburban villa, sealed all the windows and doors, leaving only a space big enough to accommodate a pair of hands and the size of a plate, to prevent him from dying easily.
In the following days, he used his thundering methods to deal with the rebels headed by Jian Junshi, and completely eliminated these cancers from the Lian family. After his ears were quiet, he began to pick up his paintbrush again. The thing he painted the most was sunflowers. He still hasn't forgotten the agreement he made with Rong Huan.
"When I get married, I want the whole place to be decorated with sunflowers." Rong Huan's smile at that time is still engraved in his mind. It was once the only sunshine in his dark years. But he didn't know when he forgot his only sunshine, and now, he wants to find it back.
"Mr. Lian, the news of your art exhibition has been announced, but the curator asked us to choose a theme for the exhibition." The secretary knocked on the door and walked in, bowing his head and asking.
He withdrew his gaze from the French window, fixed his gaze on the secretary's face for a minute, and then opened his thin lips: "Sunflower, my love."
The secretary seemed to not quite understand what he said and asked again: "What did you just say?"
"Sunflower, yes, that's it. Tell the curator that the theme I want is sunflower. Also, ask them to hold the exhibition in cities big and small all over the world. Spend as much money as possible on publicity and make sure everyone knows about it. Do you understand?" Lian Sixuan suddenly thought of a way to find Rong Huan.
Yes, he said that when his paintings are better than Van Gogh's Sunflowers, he will help him organize an exhibition and open it all over the world.
Rong Huan, although I don’t think my paintings are better than those of Master Van Gogh, I still want to hold an art exhibition. I wonder if you will keep your promise and go to see it?
But he knew that this glimmer of hope was very slim, because he was afraid that he didn't even have any memory of himself.
But he still wants to take the gamble, because he believes that things engraved in his bones will not disappear with the disappearance of memory.
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