0068 Returning Home (4)
Guan Fei closed the car door and put a cigarette in his mouth.
After working non-stop for several days, I finally got a moment of peace and quiet.
The golf course manager came out to greet him early in the morning; it was Wanqi Fuze who suggested he invest in this course.
Later, he indeed made a fortune.
He told the manager he had no appointments that day, and after parking his car, he strolled slowly around the artificial lake.
Wan Qiqi's words still ring in my ears.
Guan Kai will never be able to return to China, and Guan Yue will be sent to a prison in the south.
Unlike Wanqi Fuze, Wanqi Qi's style and mannerisms are more like Wanqi Shouque. Perhaps it's because she has lived in the United States for many years, or perhaps it's because of her free and easy nature, but in her actions and words, Sophie exudes an undeniable domineering aura, leaving no room for the Guan family to find a second option.
He failed to stop the impulsive Guan Kai, and forgot about the even more troublesome Guan Yue.
He had long known that Guan Yue was ambitious and had some shady methods. But he never imagined that Guan Yue would dare to hide a gun, nor did he dare to use it.
Half an hour ago, Wan Qiqi looked at him as if he were a good-for-nothing—a good-for-nothing who couldn't even discipline his younger brother. And there was an inescapable anger in his eyes—the determination not to compromise after his loved ones had been hurt.
What can he do? He'll just use the Guan family's interests to negotiate with others again.
"Do you think of me as an old man, loyal and righteous for so many years? Or do you think of me as Wanqi Fuze, clinging to some fictitious brotherhood?"
Yes, he had almost forgotten that the little bit of affection they had left was too much for them to mention again.
Seven years ago, Wanqi Fuze intervened to help Guan Yue get a significant reduction in his sentence. Not only did he hit someone, but police also found heroin in his car…
The image of Wan Qiqi leaving was still vivid in their minds—that hard, cold back, as if they had never met. In fact, they were never close at all—
She left her hometown at a young age, which may explain why her heart is particularly cold and hardened, and why she doesn't care about everyone.
But this secretly brought him comfort. It was something he had longed to do countless times over the years, but could never achieve. He couldn't be like her, resolutely leaving behind people he hated, nor could he boldly abandon everything for the one he loved. Perhaps it was meant to be this way; those tangled and messy relationships should have been coldly untangled and severed long ago…
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Airport in City B.
He Lingling dragged her light suitcase while waiting to have her ticket checked, looking dejectedly at the documents in her hand.
At 19, I still had a naive and innocent look on my face.
It had been almost half a month since I last saw Wanqi Fuze. On that day at the hospital, I only managed to catch a glimpse of him from outside the door.
Aria couldn't help her with matters concerning his personal safety.
She also realized once again that the person she had hurt for so many years was a treasure to another family.
The semester's teaching work has been completed, and the New Year is approaching.
Her parents had been urging her to go back over the phone again and again. She had started her vacation early, but something in her heart made her reluctant to go back.
Perhaps, if we wait a little longer, we'll see him come home.
It wasn't until the aunt from Songhanju told her that the young master had returned to his ancestral home for the New Year that her heart sank and then rose again, rose and then sank again.
Perhaps being able to return to the family home means that his injuries have largely healed, but why is he unwilling to return to Songhan Residence to see her one last time...?
Yes, he didn't want to see her. She was the one who hurt him, and perhaps his heart, like hers, was already riddled with holes. This shot seemed to be shattering even the last vestige of hope she held in his heart.
A slight bitterness welled up inside me, but the mast had already veered off course.
Finally, I have to face the question I'm most afraid to ask myself—
Leaving aside the half-finished sentence Guan Kai said, how could someone who, at the critical moment of life and death, unhesitatingly used his own flesh and blood to take the cold bullet for her, possibly harm her?
A barrage of questions rushed through her mind, but thankfully the announcement over the loudspeaker calmed her down. The last message she saw before boarding came from Qi Le.
It was a photograph of a beautiful golden retriever squatting in front of the camera, its tongue lolling out. She couldn't help but smile, already imagining where to set up a little home for him in Songhan Residence.
Closing my eyes, I thought of a small dog I used to own when I was a child.
It was covered in white fur and was incredibly beautiful. She encountered him on her way home from looking for Shen Yan.
He quietly and obediently hid next to a car. Lingling was afraid that he would be frightened by the sudden start of the car, so she carefully called him over.
He was filthy, covered in sewage, and had some small, infected wounds on his front legs.
Only those beautiful eyes were sparkling and crystal clear, like fragments of a starry river.
That's why he's called Xingxing (Star).
The plane landed on time. She didn't tell her parents in advance that she had returned to D province, so as not to make them go through the trouble of picking her up.
She was enveloped by the same dry, cold air from the north, and she shrank her neck.
People come and go, and familiar local accents are heard everywhere.
A large, thick men's towel was wrapped around her neck, and the familiar, cool scent of pine resin wafted into her nostrils.
She was taken aback.
I looked up and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with the sparkle of a galaxy.
Like stars.
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