Perhaps because her gaze lingered on him for too long, the man turned his head the next moment, glancing over the crowd at the banquet and aiming precisely in her direction.
The room was filled with the sweet aroma of bubbly bubbles and champagne, yet Meng Jiuyi felt suffocated.
She turned away, not daring to look again, and took out her phone to reply to Shen Yuan.
The music never stopped, and the program changed more than once on stage.
An uninvited guest arrived in the latter half of the banquet. The man's face was mostly covered by glasses. He didn't care whether it was a banquet or not. He came in wearing a floral shirt and sofa pants. When he saw Old Master Shen, he went up to hug him with a grin.
When Cen Dong noticed him, it was more than just "Holy crap!"
"Why did you invite Tan Yue here? Who sent the letter?"
I wonder if Tan Yuchen and this brother from another family don't get along.
Looking at Tan Yuchen again, his arm was loosely draped over the sofa. He glanced at him casually, his expression unchanged.
Tan Yue, however, saw him waving excitedly and walked towards him.
Cen Dong and Zhou Bo didn't let him in. They hadn't forgotten the terrible situation last time. Tan Yue was insane, and Tan Jing had just died. What stood between the two of them was a deep-seated hatred.
Tan Yue took off his sunglasses and said nonchalantly, "Why are you looking down on me? Why can't I chat with Third Brother?"
After saying that, she looked at Tan Yuchen and said, "Brother, we haven't seen each other for several months. I remember the last time we met was at Aunt's memorial service. You really don't miss me at all?"
Cen Dong's eyes narrowed. This idiot must have come here specifically to get beaten up.
The shadows gradually swept across Tan Yuchen's cold face. He swirled his wine glass, already in a bad mood, and was just about to vent his anger when the punching bag arrived.
"It's been a long time since we last met. My younger brother isn't home observing mourning. Do you have any sweet words you want to say to your older brother?"
He winked at Cen Dong, signaling him to come in.
Tan Yue strode in and said with a smile, "We're on the same wavelength, aren't we? Speaking of which, I really did bring you a gift."
Tan Yuchen responded with an "Oh".
He pulled out a miniature bottle, a cigarette dangling from his lips, saying it was a gift for him, but he showed no intention of handing it over.
Instead, he unscrewed the cap and poured it directly onto the ground.
The white dust rose in the wind, fluttering down and hitting people's faces. The men on the sofas and chairs all turned pale and jumped to the side in fright.
Tan Jing just died, this bastard wouldn't be so brazen as to bring his ashes here and scatter them, would he?
Xu Yanzhi remained unmoved, squinting at the dust on the ground, the soot on his face smelling of lime.
Zhou Bo was furious. "You fucking sabotage me, Tan Yue, by bringing this thing here?"
Tan Yue burst out laughing, almost bending over with laughter. "Young Master Zhou, you guys are too funny. What did you think was inside? It's just lime powder. Look how calm and collected my brother and Chairman Xu are."
"To remain unmoved by honor or disgrace is too much of a burden for your brother."
Tan Yuchen looked at him through the smoke, his eyes deep and sinister. "Didn't Tan Jing crash into a tanker truck? The wreckage should have burned away, right? How could so much have burned out?"
"You should have told me this sad thing sooner. We're brothers after all. I don't have much else to give him, but I can find him a good mortician to fix his face so he won't go down in life and not be unable to find a wife."
The man's eyes and brows exuded an arrogant and domineering air.
Let alone lime, even if you bring ashes, he can still scatter them.
Tan Yue's face darkened: "I'll curse your whole family, Tan Yuchen!"
Tan Yuchen glanced at his crotch, "What are you going to do if you don't have a penis?"
Tan Yuchen was partly to blame for his impotence. Tan Yue was instantly enraged, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could kill him. However, before he could even get close, the man kicked him to his knees.
Seeing that he was about to pounce again, Cen Dong and the others quickly stopped him and sent someone to call security so that they could quickly take this piece of shit away.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
No matter how hard they tried to push him away, they couldn't get him to move. Tan Yue had a forced smile on his face.
"Tan Yuchen, you son of a bitch, a piece of trash who only dares to stay under your father's protection. Have you forgotten how your mother and grandfather died? If I were you, I would have hanged myself from a tree long ago."
The surroundings were instantly frozen. Tan Yuchen ignored it, only looking in a certain direction from the banquet—
The old lady was being helped out of the banquet hall by others.
Cen Dong quickly covered his mouth, but he laughed even more wildly.
"Your mom was pregnant then, six or seven months along, wasn't she? Your dad probably never dared to tell you, but your mom was carrying a fully formed girl—"
Before Tan Yue could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a piercing explosion. A strong gust of wind blew, and a glass cup smashed directly into his face.
Blood was streaming down his forehead, and he was about to start cursing when a dark figure approached.
The next moment, Tan Yuchen grabbed him by the collar, half-lifted him into the air, and punched him again and again.
As the fist slammed into his face, Tan Yue saw bloodshot eyes amidst the excruciating pain, as if a surge of malevolence was erupting from his body.
Tan Yue also knew kung fu, and the people behind him were pulling him along.
However, no one could pull him away. He was like a demon possessed. Tan Yuchen didn't give him any chance to react. He stepped on the hand that was punching back, smashed the wine glass on the ground, and stabbed the stem of the glass directly into the chest.
"ah--"
The heart-wrenching screams were instantly drowned out by the music. Those at the banquet who noticed the scene were quite frightened. Cen Dong and the others tried to grab him, but the man shook them off before they could even touch his arm.
He pointed to Tan Yue, who lay on the ground looking like a tattered rag.
"I was planning to save you for last and play with you slowly, but now I'm going to kill you first. Go back and count down the days to buy your coffin."
After saying that, Tan Yuchen left. The broken glass on the ground did not reflect his whole self. Blood dripped from the back of his hand, winding into more and more lines.
Cen Dong clearly sensed that something was wrong with him and, feeling uneasy, wanted to follow him to check on him.
However, the lights on the entire cruise ship suddenly went out in an instant, causing an uproar among the passengers.
This had never happened before, and Old Master Shen was about to send someone to take a look.
Within two minutes, the lights suddenly came on, and the noise gradually subsided like an orchestral melody.
But Cen Dong couldn't find anyone at all.
...
The various sounds on the cruise ship tore at Tan Yuchen's ears, making his eardrums feel like they were about to burst.
Without stopping, he crossed the deck, went upstairs, and circled into the guest room area, where it was so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.
The long, winding corridors, with lights forming lines from dots, connected his path back to the year he turned eighteen.
His eyes were filled with blood, which flowed into his eyes and wove a web that grew thicker and thicker year after year.
Tan Yuchen shook his head vigorously, but when he opened his eyes, all he could see was a blank white sky.
He paused slightly, his pace slowing further.
How many years has it been since it last had an attack?
The laughter that filled the banquet hall was blocked by countless walls, leaving it deserted.
Tan Yuchen leaned back against the wall, his dark eyes devoid of any light.
Let it come, and let it leave silently.
However, the next second, a strange excitement climbed up his throat, and his skin felt like it was about to explode.
His throat veins bulged, and he leaned against the wall, his breath unsteady.
This had never happened before when he had this illness, and Tan Yuchen immediately remembered the glass of water he had just drunk.
"Yuchen, what's wrong?"
The soft voice traveled into the man's ears, causing his eardrums to bulge wildly.
Shen Yuan slowly approached, her hand trembling as she touched his face. "Are you feeling unwell?"
She had seen what people who had taken this drug looked like.
An attack lasts only a moment before burning through the brain, leaving only instinct and catharsis.
"Shall I take you to rest?"
Shen Yuan steeled her heart, took out her room key, and prepared to help him up.
However, before she could even touch his arm, he grabbed her neck forcefully.
"It's you?"
Even though she couldn't see him, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy. Shen Yuan couldn't answer him at all, couldn't breathe, and was almost strangled to death by him.
This Tan Yuchen was completely different from the one he had always been; the fear of death gripped Shen Yuan tightly.
So when he strode away, she collapsed against the wall, completely dazed and forgetting what Meng Jiuyi had told her—
You must stay with Tan Yuchen at all times.
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