Chapter 104 Thank her for becoming Zhu Wendong
Qi Yanxue didn't let her do it herself. He called the housekeeper to find a few people, each of whom was holding a hammer and strode down the stairs.
Then the wood broke, the glass shattered, and it was impossible to tell what was colliding with each other. The sound was deafening and chaotic, as if a tangled ball of wool had finally been found at its source, straightened out, and finally thrown into the fire.
It disappeared completely and turned into smoke and ash.
Qi Yanxue listened quietly to the sound of ping-pong balls, and the housekeeper behind him couldn't help but cover his ears.
He enjoyed listening very much, and Zhu Wendong beside him was from the same world as him.
Their fingers were intertwined, their eyes staring into the same abyss, the hazy darkness reflected in their eyes, and a feeling of joy and relief spread in their hearts.
Qi Yanxue pursed her lips, "Satisfied?"
It was clearly his business, but he treated it as irrelevant, as if he was just venting his anger for Zhu Wendong.
"Satisfied." Zhu Wendong answered happily.
Qi Yanxue stood up straight, took her hand and walked out of the villa, "Let's go if you are satisfied."
The huge and violent sound of destruction continued behind him. He walked out of the shadows and embarked on a long journey in the direction of the morning light.
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After getting in the car, Zhu Wendong finally remembered to ask him, "Are you happy?"
Qi Yanxue curled her lips, "It feels so good."
What was satisfying was not the sound of the basement being demolished, but the way she vented her anger for him.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Zhu Wendong felt relieved and a faint smile appeared on his face.
The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated non-stop.
Zhu Wendong took out his cell phone, it was a call from Ms. Wen Lu.
She took it.
"Chu Chu, Tan Fengguo has passed away." Wen Lu paused for half a second and continued, "It's not convenient for me to go to his funeral with my status. You should take Yanxue with you tomorrow."
Tan Fengguo, her biological father.
Zhu Wendong said in a daze: "Okay."
Wen Lu couldn't help but chat with her about family matters for a while before finally hanging up the phone. Since the last incident, the relationship between mother and daughter has eased somewhat, but it was more due to the guilt in Wen Lu's heart.
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Wendong was still a little unresponsive. All her memories of her biological father stopped before she was eight years old.
"Qi Yanxue, come with me to the south of the city tomorrow. My father passed away."
She spoke calmly, as if she was describing the recent situation of a stranger she hadn't seen for a long time.
Seeing Qi Yanxue frown, she added, "I'm fine. I haven't seen him for more than ten years and I don't have any feelings for him."
It's just that he was really good to her when she was young, doting on her and holding her in his hands.
Don't worry, he bought that house for her.
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On the day of the funeral, the air was humid, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a drizzle of rain washed over the umbrella.
A group of people stood in front of the white tombstone, umbrellas next to each other, their sad eyes looking towards the same place, and the air was filled with a heavy atmosphere of death and silence.
Zhu Wendong stood in the distance in a black robe, watching all this quietly.
Qi Yanxue stood beside her holding an umbrella, his cold eyes devoid of warmth, the black in his hand tilted slightly towards her.
A man wearing glasses in front of the tombstone noticed them, walked up, and recognized Zhu Wendong at a glance.
"You are Teacher Tan's daughter, right? Your nickname is Chuchu?" The man with glasses had red and swollen eyes from crying, and his glasses were fogged up. He took them off, wiped them clean, and put them back on.
Zhu Wendong nodded calmly, "Yes."
The man with glasses took out a piece of letter from his pocket and handed it forward. "This is what the teacher asked me to give you before he died."
Zhu Wendong took it and after a while asked, "How did he... die?"
"Because of a brain tumor. Although I don't know what the teacher's family situation is like, I still want to say that he always thought of you. After leaving the Princess series seventeen years ago, he stopped being a designer and started teaching at a university.
I have been alone all these years, and when I meet someone in class, he always introduces you to them by showing them his childhood photos.
But I've never seen you in all these years, and from my perspective, you've been quite a dereliction of duty as a daughter."
Zhu Wendong fell silent.
When Wen Lu divorced him, she decided not to allow him to see the child, so Zhu Wendong hadn't seen him for all these years.
But she didn't need to explain to the man in front of her.
She didn't have time to explain.
The man with glasses seemed to realize that he had said too much and apologized quickly, "Sorry, I'm too nosy."
"And if I remember correctly, you still have the princess series designed by the teacher. If you're willing, could you donate it to the school?"
There is only one copy of the Princess series in the world, and the materials and designs are all top-notch and expensive jewelry.
Only a fool would donate.
Regardless of whether you are a student or of any other status, this statement has crossed the line.
Zhu Wendong caught a glimpse of Qi Yanxue preparing to speak, and was about to stop him, but then he remembered what he said, "Can you try to rely on him?", and his slightly opened lips closed again.
Qi Yanxue saw all her movements, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, but there was no warmth in his tone when he spoke to the man with glasses.
"Go ask the doctor first if you can donate your brain. If you can, then come and talk to me."
The guy with glasses was a well-known figure in the school, but his expression suddenly changed when he was scolded like that.
Forced by the dangerous and cold aura of the man in front of her, she swallowed it down.
Just then someone called him from behind. He snorted angrily and turned back to the crowd.
Zhu Wendong looked at the man's back and pursed his lips, "Did he say too much?"
Qi Yanxue was completely unaware, "Really? He's just too fragile."
He felt that it was an understatement that she could raise such an impertinent question as asking her to donate the princess series for free.
After the funeral.
Zhu Wendong sat in the car, holding a neatly clean envelope in his hand. When he opened it, there was a childhood photo of a girl inside.
The girl in the photo is about four years old. She is wearing a cute and beautiful princess dress and a round bun on her head. Her round almond eyes are staring at the butterfly on the petals, full of vitality.
This girl is her, Zhu Wendong.
It is the inspiration for the famous Princess series.
Zhu Wendong looked at the photo, not knowing whether he was talking to the air or Qi Yanxue, and muttered to himself: "He was very good to me when I was young, but he still cheated on me in the end."
Qi Yanxue didn't care who she was talking to and responded with a "hmm".
Zhu Wendong looked up at him from the photo, "Is that necklace still with you?"
After she sold it at the auction, it fell into Qi Yanxue's hands.
Qi Yanxue replied: "Yes."
"Let's sell it," Zhu Wendong said, his eyelashes drooping. "Donate the remaining money to the welfare home."
Zhu Wendong's feelings for her biological father had faded during the more than ten years of separation. This funeral was a full stop, ending the last unfinished father-daughter relationship.
Thinking of this, a thought flashed through Zhu Wendong's mind, "When you bought the necklace, didn't you know that I wanted to make up for the 50 million yuan deficit for the Zhu family?"
"I guess I know." Qi Yanxue answered casually, took the photo from her hand, and looked at it carefully.
Zhu Wendong looked different than anyone he had ever seen when she was a child. She was incredibly beautiful and bright.
He naturally put the photo into his pocket and said as a matter of course: "The photo belongs to me."
Zhu Wendong wondered, "Isn't this a photo of me when I was a child?"
"I'll keep it for you." Qi Yanxue said with a clear conscience.
"Oh." Zhu Wendong said in a flat tone.
Perhaps remembering his biological father's betrayal, Zhu Wendong inexplicably asked a question, "Qi Yanxue, why do you love me so much?"
Love is so unreal and dreamy that it feels like a bubble that will burst with a poke.
Raindrops kept rolling down the car window glass, the warm air-conditioning raised a thin layer of mist, and the vision inside the car became blurred.
Qi Yanxue's cold, three-dimensional profile was shrouded in mist, but every word he spoke was crystal clear: "Because you are Zhu Wendong."
Because she is Zhu Wendong, he loves her.
I also thank her for becoming Zhu Wendong.
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