"Campus beauty, let go." Luo Zhixing's voice was low but stern. Su Qingyuan turned his head with his eyes lowered. He didn't see the person in front of him clearly, but he felt a warm palm surrounding his painful hand.
The fingertips, which had always been hot, inserted into the tightly clenched palm, patiently and tolerantly soothed his tense nerves. Luo Zhixing was very strong, and when the power of Su Qingyuan's palm was dispersed, his palm with scorching heat quickly occupied the high ground.
Luo Zhixing frowned, took out the bloody pen, and used some paper to absorb the blood.
"Fortunately, the wound is not deep. You, don't be so tense all the time, and don't joke about your own flesh. Look at the people around you occasionally. Look at me, I'm tall and strong, and I can be seen as the type that can take a beating. If you are really unhappy, take it out on me. Good brothers are for life."
Luo Zhixing gently shook his hand back, his bony fingers having a warmth that a cold pen did not have.
There was no expression on Su Qingyuan's face, but like a timid cat, she gently used her paws to quickly feel Luo Zhixing's warm fingers.
This little bit of warmth was enough for him to continue his fight against Ruan Mingcheng.
Ever since Ruan Mingcheng heard the word "camera", alarm bells started ringing in his mind. He thought he had done it perfectly, and placed the micro cameras in places that were not easily noticed, such as the interlayer of the English dictionary, the socket, the corner of the wardrobe... none of them were easy to be found!
But Ruan Mingcheng also knew that since Su Qingyuan had directly said it, it proved that he had obtained the evidence. Zhang Hong was right, and if he quickly admitted it, he might be able to get back 10% from Su Qingyuan.
"Yes, I admit that after I got married, I installed cameras at home. I didn't intend to spy on Yu Jingshu, I just... I just have a little quirk... Is this nothing?"
"It's nothing? Don't you think you're a pervert, Mr. Ruan? Let me tell you one more thing. Mom... Yu Jingshu has already noticed your surveillance. She has also installed cameras at home, so everything you do to her is monitored by video."
“What!!!!” Ruan Mingcheng yelled. The excitement in his body caused by his tachycardia turned into large beads of sweat. His back was already wet, and the pink shirt stuck to his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He thought carefully about the strange situation at home, and his heart was beating fast. Where did Yu Jingshu hide the camera? How many things were recorded in that camera? No, if that camera was exposed, he would be completely finished!
Ruan Mingcheng's attitude changed instantly. He begged in a low voice, "Xiaoyuan, the video is with you, right? Daddy was wrong. Daddy shouldn't have treated you like that. Will you come home with Daddy? You have always loved Daddy. When you were a kid, the essay that won the district competition was "My Good Daddy". Didn't you also write "Dad, the Guiding Light of My Life" before? Daddy will go take you home now. Even if you are not my biological child, I don't care. We have lived together for so many years and have long been accustomed to each other."
"Then can you drive Bai Yunshu out?"
"This... Hahaha, of course! If Xiaoyuan really doesn't like him, I will kick him out, and dad will only have you as his son! In the future, Mingxin Group will also be yours, and our family can be together again." Ruan Mingcheng's hair was wet with sweat, and his head, which was scratched by the secretary, was a little painful because of the sweat.
Su Qingyuan chuckled and Luo Zhixing held her hand tightly.
He finally raised his bright eyes, his peach blossom eyes slightly widened, and he stretched out his fingers and wrote on Luo Zhixing's palm: Hot.
Luo Zhixing's palms were numb and his brain was shut down. The tiny touch was infinitely magnified, and Cupid's arrows were about to pierce him like a hedgehog. The starlight in Luo Zhixing's world, which was several light years slower, finally flickered and shone. He lowered his head and thought, fuck, why is he so coquettish!
Su Qingyuan: "That video is in my hands. It records every bit of your domestic violence against her. Ruan Mingcheng, how did Yu Jingshu die?"
Sure enough, it was in his hand! Ruan Mingcheng kept wiping the sweat off his face. He nodded and said, "How should I know? After Bai Moxin died, I was also very sad. I just used an electric shock stick to shock her, not a golf club like before, but why did she go crazy? She even pretended to be depressed. I saw that she could eat and drink, so she must be pretending! Before she died, she told Yu Minyi and the others that she wanted a divorce. How could that be possible! I shocked her in a rage, and she went crazy on the spot. If Yu Minyi hadn't hit her, she would have killed me! Do you think depression is really that scary?"
"..." Su Qingyuan bit her lower lip, her voice suddenly lowered, "So you admit that you have been committing domestic violence for a long time, and even indirectly caused death by domestic violence, right?"
"You can say that. But I don't like the term domestic violence. I was just teaching my wife a lesson. Xiaoyuan, after saying so much, can you send me a video? Dad will definitely change and won't be so harsh on you anymore. But, it's better to clarify it online. Look at the people scolding me online..."
Su Qingyuan burst into laughter, the words "peerless" blended into his delicate face with some cunning of a little fox. Luo Zhixing raised his lips and smiled. According to his intuition, his school beauty was about to stretch out her claws hidden under her soft pads.
As expected, Su Qingyuan's aura suddenly changed. He was chatting calmly just now, but now he was arrogant and contemptuous, with extreme coldness and alienation in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could catch his eyes, let alone enter his heart.
"Ruan Mingcheng, do you really think I care about our relationship and your company? Do you think you are worthy?" His voice was careless. "Don't worry, I will show you the video, but it will be in court. Finally, I will tell you two things. First, domestic violence is illegal. Second, I have recorded every word you said on the phone just now. Mr. Ruan, hell is cold, go down and atone your sins!"
"You! Su Qingyuan——" Before Ruan Mingcheng could finish his words, Su Qingyuan hung up the phone, "Fuck you!"
Ruan Mingcheng was so angry that he threw his phone to the ground. He gasped for air and felt a little pain in his chest. His eyes were not able to see clearly. His temples were tense and throbbing. He began to sweat. Ruan Mingcheng gasped for air and looked like a fish that had been pulled out of the water.
In a short period of time, he thought about many things. For example, whether domestic violence is illegal or not, or what domestic violence is. Has he ever abused Yu Jingshu?
No, he always felt that he loved Yu Jingshu. Even if Su Qingyuan took him to court, so what? What could those videos prove? Yu Jingshu was already dead! Is it still necessary to ask her after she died?
Ruan Mingcheng's heart suddenly tightened. Yes, Yu Jingshu was already dead, so it was impossible to ask her again. Yu Jingshu's video couldn't prove anything, and Yu Jingshu's installation of cameras at home was a shameful thing to begin with. So... wasn't it also shameful that he installed so many cameras at home?
Wait, the problem is still domestic violence. Even if he saw the records, so what? Even if he saw Yu Jingshu being beaten, so what? Does this prove that he was domestic violence? As long as he insisted that this was Yu Jingshu's special hobby, would he be safe?
In other words, the video alone is not actually a key piece of evidence. So...
So Su Qingyuan wanted him to admit it himself!
Thinking of this, Ruan Mingcheng suddenly understood. Zhang Hong's words that Su Qingyuan was a child after all, would not get angry with him, and would be fine if she was coaxed were clearly a trap!
If Zhang Hong hadn't said that, he wouldn't have called Su Qingyuan and wouldn't have fallen into Su Qingyuan's trap!
Ruan Mingcheng was so angry that his nose suddenly bled. He gasped for breath, stared at Zhang Hong in front of him, and gritted his teeth and said, "You and Su Qingyuan are in the same group, right? What kind of benefits did he give you to make you work so hard! Zhang Hong, I will not let you go!"
Zhang Hong himself felt wronged: "What the hell is going on? Didn't you and Su Qingyuan come to an agreement?"
Ruan Mingcheng picked up the ashtray from the table and smashed it at Zhang Hong's innocent face.
"Ruan Mingcheng, are you crazy?" Zhang Hong was unable to dodge and was hit on the solar plexus.
Zhang Hong almost rolled and crawled out of Ruan Mingcheng's office. The office was empty, and the cigarette he had just smoked still had some human smell. Ruan Mingcheng's anger burst out, and he swept all the computers and documents on the desk to the ground.
Looking at the messy office, Ruan Mingcheng suddenly became more sober. He looked at his bleeding palm and the pain began to spread. He thought, when he felt the pain from beating Yu Jingshu, wasn't that domestic violence?
He sat dejectedly in the middle of the office, picked up his smashed Iraqi-colored cell phone, looked at the glaring curse words on it, and tremblingly lit a cigarette for himself.
The sun shone through the blinds, leaving him alone in darkness, and he knew instantly—
He lost!
Sitting in this office for many years and getting used to the upper-class life, Ruan Mingcheng finds it most difficult to face the public's gaze. He may go to jail this time, so what about Mingxin Group, the symbol of his love?
Just as Ruan Mingcheng was thinking, a little assistant came hurriedly: "Mr. Ruan, the board of directors is holding an emergency meeting."
Ruan Mingcheng paused. The news spread so fast!
The board of directors held an emergency meeting at this critical moment. There was only one possibility - to make him step down! Without him, wouldn't the company become a tool for others to make money? Ruan Mingcheng didn't want to see the company he had worked hard for all his life change dynasties, so the moment before he approached the meeting room, he gave all his shares to Bai Yunshu and He Yi.
Soon, Mingxin Group issued an announcement: Mr. Ruan Mingcheng can no longer bear the burden of the company due to his age. Mingxin Group will be fully managed by Bai Yunshu. At the same time, everything Mr. Ruan Mingcheng does will be borne by himself and will no longer have anything to do with the group.
Once this news came out, it saved Mingxin Group's life.
At the same time, senior management of Jinglan Group was also holding a meeting, mainly to address the issue of product plagiarism.
Since the issue of Mingxin Group's generational change was interspersed in the middle, the sharp-tongued Lian Qi expressed his own opinion: "I have to admit that the top management of Mingxin Group reacted quickly. Although Ruan Mingcheng was hurt, they held on to the new product. The other party's new product, Snow White, has the same product positioning as ours, both for removing acne marks and scars. And I strongly suspect that someone took the formula from the company, or took away the new product that was being tested."
Gan Lin frowned: "But at that time, there were only a few people in our group who came into contact with the new product. It is impossible for anyone to have analyzed the new product, unless someone in our group betrayed the group."
Gan Lin really didn't understand the ways of the world and spoke without any taboos. He didn't know that his words scared the people present and made them change their expressions.
Su Qingyuan: "There is no betrayal. The new product was not lost and the data was well kept. If I am not mistaken, it should be a problem with the formula. I brought the formula from the Su family, but Bai Yunshu used to be a nanny in the Su family. When he left, he should have taken part of the formula with him."
"If what he has is really the formula, then what should we do with our new product? The amateur plan has already been launched, and it is impossible to redo the new product. Baixue Wuhen has been launched before us, and our product has lost the initiative. Once customers get used to Baixue Wuhen, our product will lose its own customers. What's more, because of the formula problem, Mingxin Group can even sue us for plagiarism." Gan Lin anxiously scratched his hair, and his curly hair was tinged with anxiety.
Lian Qi told him not to panic, but Gan Lin became even more anxious. Although Gan Lin had many clever ideas, he didn't know what to do in this situation: "Can you prove that Bai Yunshu stole the Su family's formula back then?"
"No." Since Su Taiqiang's family did not have the habit of installing surveillance cameras, no evidence could be found.
Gan Lin was like an eggplant hit by frost: "What should I do?"
"It's not a big problem, let them copy it." Su Qingyuan tapped her fingers on the table a few times, "The Amateur Plan will be released tonight and registration will start. I'm looking forward to the next new product launch."
When the meeting was over, Su Qingyuan stood up to sort out the documents. He looked outside. In the cloudy autumn, a ray of golden light broke through the clouds. It shone through the glass onto the fresh Queen Farah on the conference table, making people feel a little dazed.
The rare daylight made Su Qingyuan happy. He came back to his senses, looked at his integrated "teammates", and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
His face was indifferent, but his eyes were shining in an instant. The Queen Farah with a bright red curled edge seemed to be pinned on his chest. He just raised the corners of his lips slightly and lowered his lip at the end of his eyes, and he looked stunning and brilliant, like a gust of scorching peach blossom wind, charming the eyes.
And behind him are two big words of the theme element of Snow Skin Seamless - "Rebirth".
The corners of his lips curled up, and his voice was playful and relaxed: "I hope that all of you and the future Jinglan Group can be reborn like these two words."
There was immediate applause from the audience.
Gan Lin's cheeks flushed, he lowered his head and whispered: "Stop laughing, my heart is about to fail..."
Lian Qi said indifferently: "I brought some emergency heart-saving pills, would you like one?"
Gan Lin: “…”
Su Qingyuan didn't know that he had gained the title of "Fairy President" in the company. After learning that Ruan Mingcheng was arrested, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. The original route home was completely scrapped, and Su Qingyuan chose to take a walk outside.
Luo Zhixing, as an assistant, also followed. Su Qingyuan was puzzled: "It's time for you to get off work now, little assistant."
"I live over here, and I'll be your personal bodyguard. Boss, how about giving me overtime pay? The personal bodyguard will get an extra hundred bucks."
There is a row of sweet osmanthus trees on both sides of the autumn road. The lights and shadows of the city become small dots of light in the distance, and the occasional vehicles passing by slowly disappear in front.
Su Qingyuan chuckled and said, "Then you are really cheap." After that, she took out a hundred-yuan note from her wallet and put it in Luo Zhixing's hand.
Luo Zhixing said obediently: "Thank you, boss." Then he became more serious: "Thank you, my beautiful school girl~"
"Looking for a fight." Su Qingyuan pretended.
The two walked side by side. This kind of time often happened during the student period. During the student period, they went to class or took a walk together, which was very leisurely. Luo Zhixing didn't know where his eyes caught something, and suddenly said to Su Qingyuan: "Wait for me."
Su Qingyuan was just about to say "Where are you going" when she saw Luo Zhixing going to the park nearby.
There is a small park nearby. At night, the sounds of square dancing, traffic and dogs barking blend into the bustling city life.
Luo Zhixing's figure quickly disappeared in the crowd. It was not the first time that Su Qingyuan saw him fall ill, so she did not leave for a while and waited for him there.
After a while, the man emerged from a bush, looking mysterious, with some grass on his head. A closer look revealed that his shirt was wrinkled and even had some scratches.
Su Qingyuan frowned and asked in confusion: "Where have you been? Why do you look like you just came back from a fight?"
Luo Zhixing couldn't save face, so he threw the things in his hand to Su Qingyuan, and immediately took out a wet towel to wipe it: "Tsk, it's all the fault of that dog just now, it kept chasing me, this is the first time in my life that I've been chased like this!"
"Why is the dog chasing you?" Su Qingyuan held the heavy, round object in her hand and looked down...
It's an orange.
When she was young, Yu Jingshu planted an orange tree in the yard. The orange was very tempting from the moment it bloomed. After waiting for the orange to mature and be eaten, Su Qingyuan just reached out and was hit by Bai Moxin. Afterwards, Ruan Mingcheng had the tree cut down, and Su Qingyuan never thought of eating oranges again.
"I'll pick them for you in the future. Things like climbing trees should be done by someone like me who can jump and run." Luo Zhixing's pupils were as bright as stars under the orange light.
Su Qingyuan held the orange tree, and as if in a dream, he returned to his youth.
He looked up from under the tree, surrounded by half-man-high agapanthus. He tiptoed carefully and stretched out his hand, but when he failed several times, a tall and handsome young man jumped up and handed the orange to him - from now on, I will pick it for you.
The dream fantasy was broken by the rapid ringing of the bell.
Su Qingyuan picked up the phone and heard the other party angrily questioning: "Su Qingyuan! How dare you lie to me!!"
"Oh, Mr. Zhang, isn't it too late to realize it now?"
The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Question: What does the main author Su Qingyuan think about essays such as "My Good Dad" and "Dad, My Guiding Light"?
Su Qingyuan: Isn’t that a composition assignment for elementary school students?
【Chatting】
I'm sorry, brother. I won't reply to your comments in the future.
Actually, you can see that I can't write, my writing is inexperienced, and the plot is childish. I have no idea how far I can go. I still like chatting with you all, and I feel very happy. Your comments are the motivation for me to write.
But recently, I always feel a lot of "friendliness" towards me. I am still very sensitive and feel very annoyed. I always think I am thick-skinned, but I also think I should stop being like this. I am very tired. Writing every day is like carrying a house on my back, which is full of my sins. I can't stand it. It's too heavy.
In order to make me feel a little better, I decided to just update the article without reading the comments, so I may not look at the guys who are fixing bugs. If it's not a big problem, can we fix the bugs together after we finish it?
I will always read articles rationally and be positive and optimistic, my brothers and sisters~ muah~ it will be thicker and longer tomorrow!
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