Chapter 49 Confrontation
When Meng Jining received Zhong Wenchu's call again, he didn't know whether fear or anger flashed through his mind at that moment.
He went to another city, changed his phone number, address and social media account, but the man still came.
However, the moment he heard the other person's voice, he was not surprised - anything out of the ordinary that person did was within his expectations.
He just clenched his phone tightly, trying to suppress the despair spreading from the bottom of his heart.
As if sensing the emotion in his silence, Zhong Wenchu sighed. "They owed so much money, but they just disappeared without even saying goodbye?" he said. "I've worked for them for several years, how come they don't have any sense of contract?"
Meng Jining held one hand with the other to suppress the slight trembling: "What do you want to do?"
"Open the door," Zhong Wenchu said, "let's meet."
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the window and slowly lifted a corner. Across the street was parked a familiar car, the one they had been in when they first met.
The windows of the house where Yu Weiyan lives are in a tricky position, and he can only see a corner of the street across. It was obviously intentional to stop at such a convenient position.
On the gray street, the brand new luxury car looks eye-catching and out of place.
After I asked for a meeting, there was no more talk from the other end of the phone, as if there was no room for discussion on the matter. This margin of silence always irritated him.
He hung up the phone and looked at the cupboard opposite the bed.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
Once, twice, stop, neither hurried nor slow, as if visiting a guest.
Meng Jining sat on the bed, staring into the void for a long time.
The person outside the door waited for a while and then said, "I have a hundred ways to get you to see me, why don't you choose the simplest one?"
Meng Jining closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if he could make it to the end of this conversation without going crazy.
Finally, he stood up and opened the door.
The sunlight outside the door slowly illuminated his face, and Zhong Wenchu's eyes fell on him: "You have lost a lot of weight."
Meng Jining let go of the door handle, turned around, walked into the house, and sat on the chair. Zhong Wenchu glanced around slowly, as if recording the information about the furnishings in the house.
"You're really desperate to run to a place like this to avoid me," he commented.
Meng Jining did not answer. Seeing that he had no intention of entertaining guests, Zhong Wenchu closed the door and sat down in an empty seat beside the bed.
Meng Jining didn't look at him, but looked elsewhere in the room.
"How did you find me?" he asked into the air. "And sent someone to follow me?"
"Now in the information age, it doesn't take that much hard work to find someone," Zhong Wenchu said. "When you go to a bar to sing, you should think that someone will post your information online."
So, he also knows where he works. Meng Jining clenched his teeth tightly, he could hardly control himself.
"You didn't want to sing for me at first," Zhong Wenchu looked at him coldly, "but now you're willing to sing for a bunch of drunkards."
Meng Jining turned his head abruptly and stared at him: "How far are you going to push me? I've become like this, what else do you want?!"
"Why are you asking me when you already know the answer?"
"You..." Meng Jining stared at him, "I don't owe you anything, you found someone to frame me..."
Zhong Wenchu suddenly stood up and gestured for silence. He looked down at Meng Jining, who unconsciously leaned back.
This tiny movement made Zhong Wenchu frown. His gaze slowly turned to the opposite side and fixed on a spot on the cupboard.
He took a step forward, reached out, pulled out the book, and then pulled it hard.
A camera tumbled down.
He looked at the thing, threw it on the ground, and slowly stepped on it, causing the metal parts to fall apart.
"Since you walked in," he said, "you've glanced over here too many times."
He walked forward slowly, and Meng Jining stood up suddenly. He held his shoulders and pinned him to the chair.
"I was wondering why you opened the door so easily." Zhong Wenchu's gaze made his hair stand on end. "You don't think you can easily trick me into telling you something, do you?"
The hand on his shoulder slid down his collarbone, then his chest, waist, and thigh. Meng Jining struggled, but was easily pinned down. The hand stayed on the leg for a while and took out the cell phone.
"It's recording," Zhong Wenchu said, "Don't play such tricks next time."
Meng Jining's chest heaved violently, his eyes fixed on him. His eyes and cheeks burned red with rage.
That feeling is back. When I was next to Zhong Wenchu, I felt like I was wrapped in a huge net, tightly wrapped around me, and on the verge of suffocation.
He didn't know how to get rid of this feeling, as if he could only breathe by tearing off pieces of flesh from his chest.
Zhong Wenchu turned the screen towards him: "Do you want to delete it or should I?"
Veins popped out of his clenched fists. Zhong Wenchu looked at him for a while, tapped a few times on the phone screen, and deleted the recording.
"Your password is still so easy to guess," he put the phone back into Meng Jining's pocket, "but don't worry, I don't need to look through your phone if I want to read your messages."
Meng Jining looked at the knife rack next to the stove. At that moment, he really wanted to stab the knife into the neck of the person in front of him.
Zhong Wenchu seemed to sense the flash of murderous intent. At a certain moment, he reflexively wanted to hold his hand, as if to grasp something that had long since disappeared.
However, he soon regained his calm expression and let Meng Jining go.
He sat back in his original position, his hands resting loosely on the edge of the bed, looking defenseless, as if waiting for the person opposite to kill him.
Meng Jining's breathing gradually slowed down. When his anger reached its peak, he found a strange kind of calm.
"Do you want to sleep with me?" he asked.
This sudden question made Zhong Wenchu frown, and his eyes were fixed on him like a hawk.
"Then go to sleep," he said.
Zhong Wenchu leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them, raised his hand, and slowly slid his fingers across his cheek: "Are you serious?"
"If you want to sleep with me, I'll let you sleep with me now," he said, "but please, get out of bed and don't disturb my life."
The hands on his face suddenly tightened and he hissed in pain.
"I really want to fuck you right now," Zhong Wenchu said, "but I don't accept any additional conditions."
Meng Jining no longer breathed in because of the pain on her face. She just looked at him quietly, as if she was looking at something strange and incomprehensible: "You don't think we can go back to the way we were before, do you?"
At that moment, Zhong Wenchu's hands froze. These words hurt him, and Meng Jining felt a flash of pleasure in his heart.
"Of course not," Zhong Wenchu said, "I just want you to stay with me."
"What's the point?"
Zhongwen Chu said nothing.
"If you miss the days when I cared for you and comforted you, you should know that I will never do that again," Meng Jining said. "I hate you so much now that I want to hurt you in the cruelest way. Even if you force me to go back, it will only cause me pain."
He didn't believe that Zhong Wenchu didn't know, so he hated him even more, hated him for forcing him to become this crazy person now.
Zhong Wenchu said: "But I still love you."
Meng Jining laughed so hard that Zhong Wenchu was stunned and let go of the hand that was pinching him.
His face was too pale, and the other party used a little more force, leaving half of his face covered with red finger marks. Amidst the laughter, tears slid across the traces of abuse.
"After you sent me to the detention center, made me lose my job, and had a criminal record, you said you loved me," Meng Jining sighed, half shocked and half regretful, "I actually fell for a lunatic like you."
"I begged you," Zhong Wenchu said. "I tried every way I could think of to please you and beg you to come back. If you had nodded at the beginning, things would not have turned out like this today."
Meng Jining stopped laughing and wiped the tears from her face with her hands. "So what should I do? If you know me a little bit, you'll know that I've made a decision and I won't go back on it."
Yes, Zhong Wenchu hated this about him the most. When pursuing, he is more passionate and sincere than anyone else; when breaking up, he is more decisive than anyone else.
He just turned and left, taking all the beautiful things with him, leaving me alone to digest the fall from heaven to hell.
"What's more," Meng Jining shrugged, "I'm not as lacking in love as you are."
Veins popped out on Zhong Wenchu's forehead in an instant. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Meng Jining's neck. Meng Jining neither dodged nor struggled, but looked at him provocatively, as if waiting for him to hurt her. Physical damage is more satisfying than talking to him.
"Do you want to strangle me to death?" Meng Jining observed his expression, "Come on, stop lying to yourself with the excuse of love or not, you just want to hurt me. You are mentally ill, and you know it yourself."
Zhong Wenchu's chest heaved. This was the strongest emotion Meng Jining had ever seen him express since he entered the room.
He was almost at the critical point, Meng Jining knew it.
Let's just end it once and for all and stop this long torture.
However, just as his fingers pressed on his carotid artery, Zhong Wenchu stopped.
Meng Jining raised his head and saw the emotions on his face fading away like the tide.
He withdrew his hand and walked to the other end of the room. He kept his distance during this business negotiation, not sure whether it was to guard against Meng Jining or to suppress his own impulse.
"I heard people at the bar said you were very close to a bartender," he said.
His voice was calm, but there was a kind of contempt in his tone, and Meng Jining could hardly suppress his anger.
"His family hasn't been doing well lately," he observed Meng Jining's expression, "his father is paralyzed and he's even trying to commit suicide."
Meng Jining stood up suddenly: "Do you still have any humanity? He's already miserable enough, and you still want to threaten me with his sick father?"
"Don't get excited," Zhong Wenchu said, "I haven't done anything yet."
Meng Jining suddenly realized that Zhong Wenchu was beginning to suppress him again. He should control his emotions, but he just couldn't help it.
"He's just a bartender. How does he bother you? Do you want to harm him?"
"I'm angry because he's a bartender," Zhong Wenchu said, "You should at least find a rival who's a bit competitive. Are you trying to disgust me by picking him?"
Meng Jining looked at him and sneered coldly: "Do I have to spend time disgusting you? Stop being narcissistic."
If Meng Jining's original intention was to provoke him, it completely failed. Zhong Wenchu looked calm and said, "It doesn't matter. It's impossible for you guys anyway."
Meng Jining gritted his teeth: "What did you say?"
"You are such a proud person, knowing that you might bring danger to others, but you can still get along with him without worries like before? From what I know about you, you don't even dare to see him now."
Meng Jining stared at him. Yes, he was right. After Zhong Wenchu said this, whatever happened to Qi Liang in the future would be caused by him, and it would be impossible for him to be with him.
The mentally ill man in front of him had no bottom line at all, and Qi Liang's life would collapse if this happened again.
Zhong Wenchu stood up. "Think about it carefully," he said as he walked past Meng Jining and touched his face, "I don't have much patience."
Meng Jining stared into the void, and suddenly realized something in despair.
He might still return to Zhong Wenchu in the end. He couldn't allow the people around him to get hurt, nor could he take the risk of meeting new people.
And going back... he couldn't imagine what day it would be. After spending half an hour with Zhong Wenchu, the thought of wanting to die, which had temporarily disappeared, resurfaced.
Zhong Wenchu walked onto the street, got into the car, and suddenly felt empty.
He knew that Meng Jining was right. Even if he forced him to come back, it would only torture each other.
But he did it anyway.
Why he was so persistent, he himself couldn't explain it.
Maybe he was just unwilling. He couldn't bear to suffer alone while the other person could live a new life without worries.
He knew he was crazy, but at the same time he felt strangely calm.
The driver asked him where he was going and he told him the name of a restaurant.
It was my brother who took the initiative to invite me tonight.
When Fu Guanshan called and said he wanted to meet him, he was briefly surprised, but soon understood the whole story.
Perhaps they had somehow heard about Meng Jining's affairs and were coming to hold him accountable.
When Meng Jining was involved in a lawsuit, he had not met the teacher named Meng. He thought that the relationship between the brothers should not be good at that time. Now it seems that they have grown up together and still care about their younger brother.
This thought made him inexplicably unhappy, perhaps it reminded him of the words Meng Jining had just said to provoke him.
He walked into the restaurant and found that it was indeed reserved, with Fu Guanshan being the only one inside. He took off his coat, gave it to the waiter, and sat down opposite his brother.
"What?" He looked at the seat next to Fu Guanshan, "Isn't my brother going to take the lead?"
"He has something to do in the lab, he'll be here in a bit."
It seems that although he cares, it doesn't matter much. "If you are here for Meng Jining's matter," he said, "then there is no need to talk about it. I can't give up on him."
"Who do you think you are?" Fu Guanshan said gloomily, "He worked so hard to get his degree and build a bright future. Why are you destroying it?!"
Zhong Wenchu looked at him and found his brother's indignation ridiculous.
"As long as he comes back to me, I can give him something better," Zhong Wenchu said. "Instead of trying to persuade me, you should go and persuade him."
"You..." Fu Guanshan said halfway, his eyes suddenly looked behind him.
Zhong Wenchu turned around and saw a young man wearing glasses walking towards him. He never made eye contact with anyone and walked silently.
Meng Jining's brother seems to be very introverted and quiet... According to Zhong Wenchu's experience, he is a person who swallows his anger in silence.
The other person walked to the table but did not sit down. He looked at the furnishings on the table for a while, and suddenly did something that shocked everyone present.
He grabbed the bottle and threw it straight at Zhong Wenchu.
Zhong Wenchu was stunned for a moment, then quickly dodged using his trained instincts.
Fu Guanshan was also shocked. He had never seen Meng Chu hit anyone.
Zhong Wenchu immediately snatched the bottle and threw it to the ground. The bottle shattered and the deep red wine splashed all over the ground. He didn't give the opponent any time to react, and immediately swung his fist and started attacking.
Fu Guanshan hurried over. If he remembered correctly, his annoying brother had practiced fighting.
However, before he could get between the two of them, he suddenly heard some kind of noise.
In a flash, he was shocked to see that Zhong Wenchu fell heavily to the ground as if he had lost his strength.
Meng Chu stood in front of him, holding a small machine in his hand, with a blue light flashing at the tip.
"It's the 21st century, who still relies on muscles to speak?" Meng Chu lowered his head and looked at him coldly, "I advise you, this is the electrical age, you'd better not mess with electronic engineers."
Looking closely, one can see that Zhong Wenchu is not unconscious, but his hands and feet are numb. Electric shock devices of this level are not available on the market and are probably Meng Chu’s experimental products.
"Stay away from my brother," Meng Chu squatted down, bringing the stun gun close to the man's face, "otherwise, every day from now on, be careful with every electronic product you touch. I promise that if you die from an electric shock one day, the police will think it was an accident."
His voice was so soft that only Fu Guanshan beside him could hear it.
After a moment's pause, Fu Guanshan suddenly clapped his hands, turned to the waiter who had come running, and said cheerfully, "I said he was a bird of prey."
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