Chapter 74 Greed 17 Twenty million, bought out your stage
It's been a long time since I slept alone, and I'm still not used to it. Kong Yanze had insomnia, but he didn't turn on the light, and stared at the dark ceiling with his eyes open.
So many things happened during this period of time that when I recall them, I always feel like I am walking on clouds, a little unreal. My thoughts drifted away, and after thinking about it, I still thought of Zhou Baiqiao.
Kong Yanze turned over and lay on his side, subconsciously touching his side.
You can't blame him. Zhou Baiqiao's looks and figure are worth liking. Apart from being a bit rough at times, he is also a good bed partner based on his physical compatibility.
No matter how many emotions there are, except for transactions, everything else is a tangled mess. Looking forward, there is only fog, and no way forward.
It would be fine if we don't talk about feelings. Zhou Baiqiao is an elder worthy of respect, or at least a benefactor he trusts very much, Uncle Zhou.
He should think about leaving. Without ballet, what would he do...
The piercing pain and unwillingness corroded his heart, and he tried his best not to think about it recently.
After receiving the call that day, the director of the troupe sent him a formal notice that he would be out of action for more than a year and would not be able to participate in any rehearsals.
Never mind, he has stopped dancing, it doesn't make any sense to him anymore.
But the tears fell, from the corners of the eyes into the temples, and after wiping them away, they would fall from the other eye again, running down the bridge of the nose and across the cheeks.
As soon as Kong Yanze closed his eyes, he heard a click on the door, followed by familiar footsteps.
"Crying?"
His hoarse voice was like sand rubbing against his eardrums in the night, and then he used his knuckles to scrape away his tears.
Kong Yanze arched twice in his direction, got closer to him, and smelled the scent of tobacco beneath the sandalwood scent on his body.
"You smoking again?"
Zhou Baiqiao smiled softly and admitted it. He remained sitting by the bed without any excessive movements. Kong Yanze could not see his face in the darkness, but he felt at ease.
"Can't you bear to leave me?"
Zhou Baiqiao's voice was very soft in the night. Kong Yanze didn't notice his suppressed emotions. He sighed and whispered to him, "A little bit."
Then I remembered something and reminded him: "You must insist on quitting smoking when you go back. You have been coughing today."
As he spoke, Zhou Baiqiao's palm rubbed his neck vigorously back and forth, and his thumb rested on his Adam's apple and rubbed it lightly.
"What are your plans for the future? Go back to find Kong Jiayu and Chang Qiuyi? You alone..."
"Uncle Zhou." Kong Yanze felt that Zhou Baiqiao was worried about him, so he called him with a smile.
"Don't worry about me. I have a bank card my mother left me. There's not much money in it. But it's enough for me to travel around. When I get tired, I can find a place to live a simple life."
"Is this your plan?" Zhou Baiqiao's voice was a little deep, but Kong Yanze was completely unaware.
"Um."
Kong Yanze responded and whispered, "Thank you so much. In addition to our transaction, you have helped me a lot, but I have nothing to repay you."
"Are you done?" Zhou Baiqiao's tone was strange, and Kong Yanze became inexplicably nervous.
The night was quiet, and they were all hidden in the darkness, losing the ability to read people's expressions, which also vaguely foreshadowed the naked emotional confession.
The aggressive smell of tobacco was hidden under the peaceful and distant sandalwood aroma. Kong Yanze stepped back to keep some distance.
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
His breath suddenly came closer, and the fingers on Kong Yanze's neck suddenly closed in and tightened, grabbing and kneading his Adam's apple. Kong Yanze gasped, opened his lips, and uttered broken syllables.
His heart was pounding, and the next second he suddenly let go, bent down to touch his cheek and kissed him, but it didn't feel like a kiss at all.
There was no incitement of passion, only plunder and punishment. In the darkness, the breathing of the two people was like that of trapped beasts.
Their lips and teeth were close to each other, but he used them to bite his lips and stick out his tongue, only stopping when he couldn't bear it anymore and pushed away.
Kong Yanze thought it was over. As soon as his disordered breathing calmed down a little, he felt pain on his lower lip. Then there was another fierce kiss that suffocated him.
The back of his neck was held tightly by his palm, and Kong Yanze pulled his clothes to break free.
"Uncle Zhou...what happened?"
He asked while gasping for breath to calm himself. Kong Yanze had noticed that he was in a bad mood, but it shouldn't have turned out like this.
"I was wrong."
Zhou Baiqiao smiled, but his voice was cold, completely different from his usual self, and so unfamiliar that Kong Yanze was at a loss.
"You have too many ideas sometimes."
Zhou Baiqiao sighed and said, Kong Yanze was not paying attention to this sentence. He heard the subtle sounds of cloth falling to the ground, and then the shudder of the air-conditioning wind blowing directly on his skin.
"grateful?"
Zhou Baiqiao's voice became slow again. Kong Yanze felt him groping towards the bedside table, so he took the opportunity to prop himself up.
"Uncle Zhou?"
Zhou Baiqiao's arms are very strong, and in the daytime you can see the muscles and veins on his arms when he rolls up his sleeves.
He grabbed his knee with one hand and pulled it hard, and Kong Yanze fell back onto the pillow, feeling a little dizzy.
"Uncle Zhou doesn't want your thanks, he just wants you."
The night light at the bedside suddenly turned on, making Kong Yanze unable to see clearly for a moment. He only saw Zhou Baiqiao grab a handful of small square packages, but in such a hurry, some of them fell to the ground.
Zhou Baiqiao's expression was cold, not ferocious, and his dark blue eyes were focused and filled with hatred. He sat between his legs and watched him bite open the package in his hand.
"The guest bedroom is also very soundproof. You can yell more or say something nice."
Kong Yanze bit his lower lip and stared at him blankly. After a long while, he whispered, "Uncle Zhou, if you want me to continue to accompany you, just tell me directly."
Zhou Baiqiao tilted his head, half lowered his eyelashes, and smiled. "Really? And then, are you planning on when to leave?"
Kong Yanze watched his movements, his heart beating wildly and he swallowed dryly.
Tears fell from his eyes. He looked up at Zhou Baiqiao, at a loss, and lowered his head to his cheek.
"Why are you crying?"
Zhou Baiqiao's anger was mostly extinguished by his tears. He even felt that he was surprisingly soft-hearted. Has he really become that good uncle?
"Do it."
Kong Yanze suddenly half lowered his eyes, stretched out his hands and took the initiative to hold his neck.
Her lips kissed the small mole on his eyelid, then moved to his thin lips, licked them with the tip of her tongue, and rubbed his cheek with her soft and moist lips, and spoke in his ear.
"I do."
He did not guard his heart, and also longed for his touch and teasing. The fit and familiarity of their bodies made him fully accept the pleasure even if it was painful.
Zhou Baiqiao has never been the gentle and reliable gentleman Uncle Zhou. Kong Yanze has long understood this. He was surprised at this moment because he did not expect that he would cause so much trouble in his relationship and that he was not an insignificant existence.
"hold me."
Kong Yanze was sweating, and his eyelashes were covered with sweat, tears, and wet marks from his licking. He looked at Zhou Baiqiao with half-closed eyes, raised his hand and tried hard not to be interrupted.
Zhou Baiqiao hugged him, his heat and sweat falling on him, and asked him in a low voice: "Wouldn't it be better for you to just stay by my side?"
Kong Yanze didn't want to answer at first, but was forced to speak in the end.
"I'll come to see you if I have a chance."
Kong Yanze touched his back muscles, which were firm and strong. He couldn't completely bear to do that, but his heart was not as close to him as his body.
Zhou Baiqiao stopped talking and stopped asking questions. Kong Yanze could only see his cold face and the sweat dripping from his chin in his half-awake state.
Kong Yanze woke up and fell asleep again, then was woken up again after sleeping for a while. He cried and bit himself in despair. Zhou Baiqiao was more ruthless than he thought.
Zhou Baiqiao casually put on a bathrobe, came back with a glass of water, drank two sips himself and forced him to drink a few more sips.
"I'm so tired." Kong Yanze's eyes were so red and swollen that he couldn't open them. His tears had long since dried up.
"It's just a matter of words." Zhou Baiqiao pushed the hair away from his cheek, touched the broken lips, sighed, and compromised in a low voice.
"Uncle Zhou doesn't want to embarrass you."
Kong Yanze leaned against him, his long black hair tickling his skin, making him feel itchy and unbearable. He closed his eyes and mumbled vaguely.
"I don't want to lie to you."
Zhou Baiqiao was silent for a long time, and saw that it was already dawn outside. After a long while, he sighed and smiled, as if he was angry, but also as if he was helpless.
He hugged the sleepy Kong Yanze tightly. This sentence was worthless, unpleasant to the ear, and even made him angry.
Because of these words, he actually calmed down, and felt numb from his heart to his fingertips.
Are you soft-hearted again?
She is just a very satisfactory bed partner. If he doesn't want to, he can just break up with her in a dignified way. His desire to conquer her is childish and inexplicable. What's wrong with him?
The physical intimacy has reached its peak, what is he still dissatisfied with?
Kong Yanze had already fallen asleep. After being tormented by him for so long, she finally fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
His eyes were swollen, his eyelashes rested quietly on his lower eyelids, his eyebrows were stretched, the tip of his nose and cheeks were still flushed with desire, and his lips were swollen with grievance, as if he was asking for a kiss.
A little morning light fell on his face, looking pitiful and cute. Zhou Baiqiao was helpless, but didn't want to let go.
This is all Uncle Zhou can do, to get some of his gratitude and trust and then leave it behind as a memory.
Then I can’t be Uncle Zhou anymore. Zhou Baiqiao gently hugged him around the waist and lowered his head to his forehead.
*
In the last few days, Kong Yanze had been thinking about saying goodbye to him properly, planning his future schedule, and maybe asking Zhou Baiqiao to give him some advice.
But these days Zhou Baiqiao always went out very early and appeared very late at night, so he hardly met him. Kong Yanze felt a little disappointed, but he accepted it.
He flipped through the plan he had made and put the photos and bank cards in the notebook. Originally he just wanted to find something to do, but now he was really looking forward to it more and more.
During this period, he received a handwritten letter from Kong Jiayu. He has not yet got his original mobile phone back. His mobile phone has always been under control, and he has not thought of buying another one for the time being.
Kong Jiayu probably also thought of asking the housekeeper to pass it over.
Kong Yanze didn't know whether he should forgive him, but he knew that he still hoped that he would live a good life in the future. The letter was not long, but it only added details of Kong Heng's miserable situation to make him happy.
He said later that after the liquidation of assets, he still had some assets, and Zhou Baiqiao let him go. Now everything is fine, but he just doesn't want to stay here anymore.
He also said that Xiaoguanlan was much quieter now, with only Zhou Baiqiao coming to Xiaoguanlan a few times to take away his things and move the small peach tree away.
He never mentioned Aunt Chang until the very end. The ink from his pen smudged a little on the paper. In the end, he only said that if possible, he hoped he could come to see him one day and he would treat him.
Kong Yanze saw the address line, touched it lightly with his fingers, found a pair of scissors, cut it off and pasted it on the title page.
Maybe, he himself couldn't say whether he would go.
"Young Master, someone is looking for you."
The housekeeper glanced at the book in his hand and lowered his head to hide his expression. Kong Yanze was a little surprised, but he still tidied himself up, stood up and followed the housekeeper downstairs.
In the living room, Chang Qiuyi was wearing a very plain dress, with her long hair tied up casually and no makeup on, but she looked in good spirits.
She raised her head and looked straight at Kong Yanze, watching him coming down the stairs, and said with a smile, "It's different now."
The butler poured the tea and was about to leave. Chang Qiuyi looked at him.
"Didn't Zhou Baiqiao ask you to stay and listen to what I would say?"
Kong Yanze was inexplicably nervous because of her words, and looked at the housekeeper. The housekeeper smiled and bowed.
"Since you can come in and see the young master, you should know that the master doesn't care."
Chang Qiuyi frowned and looked at the thin piece of folded paper in his hand with a mocking smile.
"Really? I hope he won't regret it."
Kong Yanze frowned, looked at the thing in her hand, and asked her first: "What do you want to tell me?"
Chang Qiuyi was not in a hurry to give him the things. She looked at Kong Yanze, as if she was looking at another person through his eyes.
"Do you know what Zhou Baiqiao is busy with recently?" Chang Qiuyi smiled and shook his head: "You probably don't know."
"The Jinnan project was recently re-bid and was finally won by Zhou Baiqiao. He took a big chunk of the Wang and Kong families. In such a short period of time, he turned the place upside down."
"What do you want to say?" Kong Yanze frowned. "You want to say that he has never been a fool who took pains to avenge them for my sake, and he has been pursuing profit from the beginning."
"And he's using this incident to curry favor with me?"
Chang Qiuyi smiled and said, "It seems like I understood it from the beginning."
Kong Yanze lowered his eyelashes. He was not that narcissistic, nor was he stupid enough to be so naive as to look at a businessman whose nature was predatory and selfish.
Chang Qiuyi looked at him and said softly, "I thought about it before coming here. If you are still confused about this, then I will just leave without saying anything."
"I was right about you. You were born to her, but I raised you."
Kong Yanze didn't know what expression to show to her. He wanted to ask her if she was pushing him to Fang Zijing and Wang Zhiyan behind his back. He was not completely unaware.
As for Kong Jiayu, how much was she involved in it?
"Everything you've been through during this period was caused by me." Chang Qiuyi said it so naturally. Kong Yanze didn't show any surprise, but just smiled bitterly.
"After all, I have been living in peace with them for so many years. Even with Kong Heng, he can't do so well."
Chang Qiuyi looked at him approvingly, just like he was watching him win applause from the audience.
"What if I tell you that Zhou Baiqiao and I are partners, and I originally wanted him to come forward to protect you?"
Chang Qiuyi looked at his suddenly clenched hands. "He was always looking at you. He should have just been looking at you."
"But I also deceived myself once. He took advantage of my game to do a lot of tricks. I won't talk about those things that you are not interested in." Chang Qiuyi watched his face turn pale little by little.
She put the thing in her hand into Kong Yanze's hand. "There is only this one, I must tell you. Open it and take a look?"
For a moment, Kong Yanze thought, forget it, they would be separated in a few days anyway, so why bother smearing mud on these memories and tearing off his mask now.
"You can choose to just let it go."
Kong Yanze raised his eyes and looked at Chang Qiuyi. She had no intention of instigating him, but instead had a hint of pity.
Kong Yanze unfolded the paper in his hand. The paper was delicate and it was a notice about the change of sponsors for his dance troupe.
In the upper right corner is a familiar logo, with a python coiled around a flower in the center, and at the bottom is Zhou Baiqiao's sharp signature.
After just a few glances, he laughed out loud, his face turned pale and bloodless, his fingers rubbed the paper nervously, and his nails pinched the name on the paper hard.
"He is also willing to give it up."
Chang Qiuyi smiled bitterly: "Twenty million, to buy out your stage."
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