0020 Rift of Silk (1)
The leftovers in front of me had gone cold.
A somewhat old Passat, Zheng Long looked at the petite figure sitting by the window.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, waiting for her to get up, but she didn't move.
The girl who had just eaten with her had left almost half an hour ago.
Zheng Long is 38 years old this year. He is from province N and is a retired soldier. Because he made some mistakes in his conduct, he had difficulty finding work after retiring and ended up working as a private bodyguard.
Although he was called a bodyguard, he felt more like someone sent by a wealthy family to follow his mistress. The job was certainly dishonorable, but the money his employer paid was enough to erase his discomfort. He comforted himself, telling himself that making a living wasn't shameful.
But he couldn't help but ponder the identity of this person.
Usually, this kind of job involves wealthy wives sending people to follow their philandering husbands. Zhiwen addressed her as "Miss He," clearly indicating they weren't married. What kind of grown man would have someone following his woman all day, especially not his wife?
Furthermore, the other party is just a university teacher who usually goes between home and school, and at most occasionally goes to the supermarket. There is no danger to speak of.
So his daily work was to drive around the city and the countryside with He Lingling, and his only capital was the cost of gas.
Thinking this, a black Bentley pulled up in front of him. Zheng Long had served in the military for many years, and his eyesight and memory were beyond ordinary people. He recognized the car, and sure enough, a phone call came in the next second.
It's Zhiwen.
He told Zheng Long that he could rest early today, as Miss He's husband was taking care of her.
Zheng Long hung up the phone and started his car. The next moment, a message came in: his first payment had arrived.
He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and sped off, leaving everyone else in the dust.
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He Lingling needed a lot of time to process the news Du Fenfang brought. Until her hands and feet were ice-cold from sitting.
She sat there almost blankly, as waiters stopped by her, only to leave silently because of her lost expression and overwhelming sadness.
She wondered why she hadn't shed a single tear, but felt a dull ache in her heart.
Perhaps she had already shed all her tears over the years. In fact, she knew long ago that there was no possibility between her and Brother Ayan. When she said to Shenyan, who was suffering from the torment of a broken leg, "I am still with Chen Yixu," she understood that it was the deepest betrayal between them.
She was already rotten inside, how could she possibly taint her brother Ayan, who was still a perfect gem?
But why do those years spent with Brother Ayan, those heart-fluttering feelings that arose because of him, gush forth like a spring, impossible for her to suppress even when she is bleeding profusely?
Finally, a large hand grasped hers. Instinctively, like a fish seeking water, she sought warmth and support. She could no longer endure the dull, suffocating pain that made her feel like she was crying blood.
The people in the Western restaurant kept turning their heads to look at this handsome man, but he simply walked straight to the woman who was sitting there blankly, wrapped her tightly in his clothes, and carried her out.
The women sighed with regret, realizing that good men were always already in love with someone else...
Wanqi Fuze had already arrived, but he hadn't gotten out of the carriage yet.
Zhiwen tried several times to tell him that the old man wanted to see him today and that it was not advisable to waste too much time here.
But Wanqi Fuze simply sat quietly in the back seat, watching the beautiful figure sitting quietly by the window.
He couldn't understand Wanqi's thoughts; he shouldn't have looked at his master's thoughts, much less guessed them. Yet, he felt that the sadness on Miss He's body was slowly transferring to Wanqi, because there was clearly pain in his eyes.
He knew that Wan Qi loved He Lingling; even as a servant, he could clearly see the depth of his boss's affection for Miss He over the years. But he could never understand Miss He's heart; he only knew that although they seemed close, they were constantly hurting each other. If this meant a lack of love, then why did Miss He, held in her boss's arms, grip him so tightly, as if… she could never leave him…
The Bentley headed south towards Songhanju.
The number of people on the street gradually decreased, and the hustle and bustle of the city was replaced by the mountains and the quiet, which made people feel comfortable and at ease.
He Lingling was asleep in Wan Qifuze's arms. She was nestled in his embrace, unconsciously pressed very close to him, and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
She looked like a frightened cat that had finally found its home and could finally get a good night's sleep.
Her warm, soft body transferred heat to him. He gently wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks.
Just now, in his arms, she was finally able to cry, burying her head in his chest, her tears soaking his clothes. She shed so many tears, cried so bitterly, yet made no sound.
So, you're that sad?
He really wanted to interrupt her and tell her to stop crying, because the pain in his heart when she cried was unbearable.
He was never able to handle her tears.
He even thought that if He Lingling wanted this world domineeringly, she only needed to shed a few tears, and he would be unable to resist exhausting everything to give this world to her.
In high school, he only got into a fight and bled a little, and she started crying. Was she the one who was hurt? He was so flustered, enduring the pain to wipe away her tears, and trying to cheer her up.
When she finally stopped crying, he collapsed to the ground.
"He Lingling, you're being completely unreasonable."
The man's eyes were still red, but he had already revealed the fangs of a little fox: "My dad says girls should be pampered!"
He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment, but he didn't realize that the corners of his lips had already curled up slightly.
The little fox suddenly approached, its big eyes blinking so brightly they seemed to steal his soul.
"Chen Yixu, please don't fight anymore, okay?"
He could hear his own heart pounding like thunder.
How could he resist saying "no"? If she just moved a little closer, he would even be willing to give her his heart.
"If you don't fight, I'll never cry again."
A gentle breeze stirred the clothes of the young man and woman, but it couldn't cool the surging passion and heat in their hearts.
He gently embraced her delicate and graceful neck and sealed her soft lips with his.
This time, he heard her heart pounding like thunder.
He Lingling, you're lying.
I haven't been in a fight since, so why are you still crying?
Needless to say, I know, because your tears will no longer be shed for me.
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