Chapter 50
Ping An seemed to suddenly understand: "Ah? Hello, hello, long time no see."
This was the first sentence the two people said when they met formally. It was polite and courteous.
Cheng Xiangheng curled his lips: "Long time no see."
Ping An gritted her teeth and laughed twice. She was also embarrassed. She had originally planned to pretend that the two of them didn't know each other and just walk away, after all, they had made such an ugly scene at that time.
But Cheng Xiangheng insisted on making it clear, so she had no choice but to greet him.
But after she greeted him, he remained silent, completely out of line with social etiquette. Ping An had to rack her brains to find a topic. Seeing him in a well-tailored suit and with his hair neatly combed, he looked like he was getting married. Ping An casually asked, "You're dressed so formally, where are you going?"
He suddenly scoffed, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that they turned pale: "I was going somewhere else, but now, I want to go home."
"Oh, oh, oh, I just have to go somewhere else. It's not on my way. Let's get together next time."
Ping An treated him like an ordinary colleague, saying some insincere polite words, and didn't even say where he was going, but he had already taken a step forward - unfortunately the car door didn't open.
Cheng Xiangheng's voice was cold: "Where are you going?"
Ping An took it for granted, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he said: "I'm going home too."
Cheng Xiangheng took a deep breath and said softly, "Where is your home?"
Ping An's smile faded a little, but he still maintained basic courtesy and pretended not to hear Cheng Xiangheng's question: "By the way, I still have rice cooking in the pot at home, I'm a little anxious, I'll invite you to come to my house next time."
She didn't want to chat with Cheng Xiangheng, but she didn't dare to say anything too harsh. After all, they hadn't seen each other for eight years. The society was in a mess now. Either a murderer was on the run today or a robber was robbing tomorrow. She was an ordinary citizen and there was no need for her to conflict with others. She hadn't eaten the chicken chop she bought yet. What if she was stabbed to death on the street? It would be a pity that no one would eat the chicken chop she bought at home.
The more he thought about it, the further he went. Seeing that Cheng Xiangheng didn't say anything and had no intention of letting him go, Ping An had no choice but to take the initiative and lean forward a little: "Sorry, I actually have an appointment with a friend today, and I can't delay for too long. Let's make an appointment next time, okay?"
This cautious and polite "Is that okay?" created a huge distance between the two people. However, eight years had passed between them, and no matter how good their relationship was before, it could not be called close now.
Cheng Xiangheng asked, "Besides this, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain began to fall outside. The crackling sound made it hard to breathe.
His words were like a thorn, suddenly poking a hole in the protective shell that Ping An had built with great difficulty.
Ping'an's hands were scratching her palms unconsciously. She saw Baisui lying on the passenger seat.
Its bloody face was facing Cheng Xiangheng, as if it was looking at him.
There was another flash of lightning and thunder, and Ping'an felt as if he had returned to the night eight years ago.
She tried hard to control her breathing and calm her emotions, not wanting others to see her ugly side.
Ping An closed his eyes and lowered his gaze: "What about you? Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
Cheng Xiangheng started the car and said calmly, "I have so much to say to you, but it's not convenient to talk here. I'll take you home and we can talk slowly."
Ping An was a little anxious: "Whose house should I go to? Yours or mine? I said I have an appointment with someone else, can you let me go? Cheng Xiangheng!"
The car stopped suddenly and Ping An was shocked so much that he almost rolled off the seat.
Wen Zhi's voice was filled with emotion. "Sister, why are you in such a hurry to leave right after we met? Do you like Wen Zhi very much?"
Even if Ping An was made of clay, he couldn't help but get angry: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"do what?"
Cheng Xiangheng turned around. His brow bones were very prominent, and his pale face was illuminated by the cold car lights. Ping An couldn't see the look in his eyes.
Suddenly, he unbuckled his seat belt, moved his body towards Ping'an, firmly grasped the back of her neck with his hot hands, and leaned over to kiss her.
Ping An's eyes widened. She was no longer the naive girl she used to be. She could clearly distinguish the different meanings of a kiss.
Just like now, Cheng Xiangheng kissed her with desire.
There was an absolute difference in strength between the two people. Ping An couldn't struggle free at all. She hardened her heart and kicked Cheng Xiangheng in the stomach!
Cheng Xiangheng let go of Ping An in pain. He grabbed her legs, his eyes flashing with a sinister meaning: "Why, are you rejecting me for him?"
Ping An had no idea what Cheng Xiangheng was talking about. She crawled to the door handle, but the door was locked. Without Cheng Xiangheng's consent, she had no way of leaving.
"Cheng Xiangheng! Let me go!"
Ping An was already unable to control her emotions. She scratched her palms to prevent Cheng Xiangheng from discovering that she was different from ordinary people.
Cheng Xiangheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave a bitter smile before sitting back in his seat. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I offended you."
Ping'an stared with wide eyes and said nothing.
The air grew quiet, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside was particularly harsh.
Cheng Xiangheng opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, as if he had to, his tone was extremely heavy: "Ping An, I had my reasons for what happened back then. My father is the chairman of the Cheng Group. Our business is spread across North America, and we have countless gray industries. When I was twelve, he was tricked by my mother's family in China. Coupled with the problems with the business in North America, he hurried back to Canada. Because he hated my mother, he also hated me, so he abandoned me. What I didn't expect was that he raised those illegitimate children like raising poisonous insects. As a result, when he wasn't careful, the illegitimate children devoured each other. In the end, some died, some were disabled, and I was the only one left alive. He wanted to take me away."
Ping'an clenched his fists, his heart pounding.
"But I don't want to leave. I have you and Baisui back home. I can't bear to be separated from you and live a life that's neither human nor ghost. I refused him, and my father Cheng Yeming told me that you and Baisui would die in an accident."
As if thinking of something terrible, a trace of fear appeared on Cheng Xiangheng's face. "Sure enough, you were almost hit by a car or almost hit by a flower pot upstairs those days. I know it was him behind the scenes. I can't lose you, and there's no way to resist him. But even if I agreed to go with him, he still wouldn't let you go. He gave me a choice."
Cheng Xiangheng took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes. "He wants me to kill you, or Baisui. What should I do? Sister... tell me what to do? What else can I do?"
Kill Ping An or kill Baisui.
Ping An's eyes widened. Even after so many years, she still shed tears when she heard Baisui's name.
She had never thought that such a thing would happen to Cheng Xiangheng. When the college entrance examination was approaching, Ping An was indeed very unlucky, so unlucky that it could not be worse.
She originally thought that it was God who was making things difficult for her, but she didn't expect it to be Cheng Yeming...
"When I couldn't accept this choice, my mother's family had already made the choice for me. When I gave you my hundred-year-old body, Cheng Yeming was watching from a distance. I couldn't show you any mercy, otherwise his gun would be pointed at your head."
Ping'an's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped. Cheng Xiangheng had actually experienced so many terrible things in a place she didn't know about. Cheng Yeming was really too terrible!
But what did this have to do with her and Baisui? These things were between them, the father and the son. Baisui... her Baisui had become the victim of their father-son relationship.
Ping An said: "Then you appear in front of me now, your father..."
"I've worked hard for eight years. Cheng Yeming can no longer control me, and I can finally appear in front of you."
Cheng Xiangheng turned around slowly, his pretty face full of tears. He was finally able to tell about the grievances he had suffered for many years, but it came too late, and the expiration date had completely passed. There was neither too much sadness nor too much happiness on his face.
The moment Ping An saw his tears, a corner of his heart collapsed. Cheng Xiangheng looked like he had walked a lot and looked really tired.
But she feels sorry for him, who will feel sorry for her?
Ping An felt that she should hug him and comfort him, but the two of them hadn't seen each other for so long, and Ping An was already used to a life with boundaries, so she whispered to him, "Fortunately, congratulations, now you can finally do what you like freely."
A glimmer of light flashed across Cheng Xiangheng's eyes, and he whispered, "So I came to find you, sister. After so many years, I have always missed you. Do you miss me?"
He stretched out his hand to hold the hand of peace.
Ping An subconsciously dodged: "Cheng... Xiang Heng, you are doing well now, and I am doing well too. Thank you very much for coming to see me."
Ping An wasn't a very sociable person, and Cheng Xiangheng's temperament and appearance had changed significantly. The air of superiority he exuded in his every move made Ping An unable to get close to him. She racked her brains to think of something to say: "I have a very stable job now, you don't have to worry too much about me."
Cheng Xiangheng stared straight at Ping An, not missing any of her micro-expressions.
Ping An didn't notice any of this. She sighed and said, "Thank you for your hard work over the years. If you need my help in the future..."
Ping An thought about the huge difference in their status now, so he stopped talking: "It's late now, I want to go home, can you take me back?"
Cheng Xiangheng was distraught and murmured "OK" in a low voice.
The vehicle drove slowly on the road, and neither of the two people spoke a word along the way.
Finally, the car slowly stopped downstairs of Ping'an's house. When Ping'an got out of the car, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind - had she told Guo Cheng Xiang Heng the address in advance?
But this was just a momentary thought, and Ping An got out of the car quickly.
After getting off the car, Ping An hesitated and turned back to Cheng Xiangheng and said, "I've been working and living on my own these years, and I've found that supporting someone is really not easy. No matter what, thank you for taking care of me back then. I can't remember a lot of things back then, so don't dwell on the past. Just live your life the way you want to. After all, the hardships have ended and you don't have to worry about me. Thank you, and you've worked hard. Goodbye."
Ping An walked forward without looking back, leaving Cheng Xiangheng alone sitting in the car.
He raised his head and watched Ping An walking up step by step. The lights in the corridor lit up layer by layer, then dimmed layer by layer, and finally stopped on the fourth floor.
The light was completely swallowed up in the darkness, leaving no trace.
Cheng Xiangheng stared at Silou's eyes, which soon turned scarlet. He wiped away the tears on his face that he had used to pretend to gain sympathy, and a smile of determination flashed across his face.
"Ping An, after all this time, how come you are still so cute and innocent?"
What a naive little Ping An, how come after such a long time, his brain hasn’t improved at all? It’s really - too good to be true!
What does it mean to live life the way you want to live? The life he wants is to be his wife in peace, to be entangled with him every day, to breathe with him every moment, and to go to bed with him!
Cheng Xiangheng couldn't wait to drag her to the bed. He chuckled, picked up his phone and made a call.
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