Chapter 18 They are 36 years apart!
In Xie Chun's office.
Several photos are scattered on the ebony desk.
In the photo, Lin Yi is sitting in the passenger seat, and a blurry male silhouette is approaching him, appearing to be kissing from behind. Two-thirds of Lin Yi's face is visible, and he is still recognizable even in the dim light.
However, the lighting in these photos was somewhat dim, and the Maybach's windshield had a unique privacy feature, so the man close to Lin Yi was only shown as a blurry back of his head, making it impossible to determine his identity.
One of the photos clearly shows the license plate number of this Maybach.
Yu Feng gently placed a document in front of Xie Chun, his tone unusually cautious: "Mr. Xie, this Maybach is registered under the name of a German pharmaceutical agency. Because it involves a cross-border investigation, there may be some errors in the information, so please be patient after hearing this."
Having followed Xie Chun for nearly seven years, this was the first time Yu Feng had ever seen his usually calm boss display such prolonged hesitation.
Xie Chun frowned slightly, his voice carrying a forced composure and a hint of mockery: "What? Is the person my son is talking to the German Chancellor? Is that something that makes you so hesitant?"
Yu Feng coughed slightly, looking a little embarrassed: "Not really. In terms of age, he's actually... a bit younger than the current German Chancellor."
"What do you mean?" Xie Chun started to get a little uneasy. "Could it be some really important person? Does he have that kind of ability?"
“It’s about age, a little younger than the Premier, but…” Yu Feng coughed again, seemingly finding it difficult to say.
"...a bit older than you...this is the basic information of the legal representative of that pharmaceutical agency."
Xie Chun practically snatched the stack of documents from him.
The first page is filled with dense German text, like a book written in an astronomical language.
He quickly turned to the second page, and the Chinese translation is as follows:
[Legal person: Shen Yizhong]
Company Name: Minghui MediLogix Pharma Solutions
...
Yu Feng added from the side: "The cross-border investigation faces considerable obstacles. What we can confirm at present is that this man named Shen Yizhong is a doctor, 58 years old this year..."
It's unclear which hospital he works at. He had an entry record two months ago, and based on the limited travel information, it's inferred that he returns to Germany roughly once every one or two years, suggesting he's a long-term resident in Berlin.
58 years old!!
Xie Chun seemed to have all his strength suddenly drained away, and he slumped back into the leather chair, his mind a complete mess:
Could it be that Lin Yi developed psychological issues due to a lack of paternal love since childhood, which is why he found a man who could be his father?
When did this start? I've never heard him mention it. No wonder no matter how I asked the lawyer, the client refused to meet; he simply didn't want to show his face.
Thinking about it, he realized that Du Xiaoman was really overestimating herself by daring to extort money from a capitalist who was "almost halfway to the grave".
Yu Feng noticed Xie Chun's worry and suggested in a low voice, "President Xie, how about I call Lin Yi in? He's just a kid, going through a rebellious phase of adolescence. He might have gone astray for a while. Please guide him properly."
Xie Chun closed his eyes wearily, then opened them again a few seconds later, his Adam's apple bobbing as he uttered a short syllable: "Hmm."
Not long after, a loud knocking sounded at the office door.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yi's deliberately raised voice, loud enough for the employees in the open-plan office area outside to hear, came in: "President Xie, you wanted to see me!"
With a "snap," the door slammed shut.
Lin Yi, who had just been so respectful, instantly revealed his true colors, sprawling on the leather sofa like a boneless cat, his posture nonchalant, his whole body screaming his strong dissatisfaction with Xie Chun flying back from the United States overnight because of Du Xiaoman!
"What do you want? It's my first day at work, I'm super busy!"
Xie Chun silently scrutinized his son.
Lin Yi was wearing an eye-catching dark green leather jacket today, with a long string of metal tassels hanging from the wide leather belt around his waist, which jingled with his movements.
He wore ripped jeans with a staggered cut, which outlined his neat leg shape. Lin Yi did not intend to take off his avocado-colored baseball cap. The brim was pulled down slightly, covering part of his eyebrows and eyes, but it could not hide his vigorous youthful aura.
Xie Chun felt a mix of emotions: As expected of my son, Xie Chun, he is naturally handsome and studies art. His outfit is so unique and impactful!
Those conventional old men, where have they ever seen such a vibrant child? They'll definitely be attracted to my son's completely different temperament and adore him.
We usually give him a lot of pocket money. He couldn't have chosen someone so old just for the money, could he?
Could it be... could it really be because I was too busy with my career when he was young and didn't spend enough time with him or show him enough love that caused this...?
Lin Yi felt uneasy under his father's complex and somewhat murderous gaze, and stood up: "If you don't have anything else, I'll go out and get back to work."
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
"Sit down." Xie Chun stood up, his voice sounding somewhat abrupt due to his annoyance.
Lin Yi was startled: "...Is there anything else?"
His tone had been a bit harsh, but Xie Chun quickly forced a "kind" smile onto his serious face: "It's been a long time since Dad had a proper heart-to-heart talk with you. Please sit down, let's chat casually."
"President Xie, we're at the company now, so please keep our personal and professional lives separate. You shouldn't call yourself 'Dad' anymore," Lin Yi retorted stubbornly, deliberately drawing a clear line in his address.
Xie Chun wasn't angry; he was a master of roundabout tactics.
He started by asking about Lin Yi's studies, then moved on to his future career plans, and finally... the conversation deliberately veered towards his love life.
Sure enough, when Xie Chun asked him if he had a boyfriend, he caught a fleeting glimpse of unease on Lin Yi's face.
This subtle change in expression made Xie Chun's heart sink instantly. However, he still maintained his fatherly patience and patiently persuaded, "Xiao Yi, there is still some truth to this old saying. When choosing a life partner, it is best to find someone of similar age."
"After all... a five-year age gap is a small generation gap, a ten-year gap is a huge chasm, and if the difference is more than thirty years, it's even harder to cross than the Mariana Trench, it's really not suitable..."
Lin Yi felt that his father was acting strangely today. His words were incoherent, and he even randomly quizzed him on geography at the end? It was completely inexplicable!
Lin Yi: "You know that? I thought you didn't. You're over forty, and Du Xiaoman is a year younger than me. According to your logic, the gap between you two must be second only to the Mariana Trench... the stinky ditch downstairs, right?"
Xie Chun: "..."
He deliberately asked in a provocative tone, "Mr. Xie, do you think you two are a good match?"
......
The conversation ended in complete failure at this point.
Throughout the afternoon, Lin Yi could feel an invisible gaze upon him.
On the surface, Xie Chun was conducting a capitalist inspection of the entire company, but his gaze always seemed to sweep over Xie Chun's workstation, as if he were specifically monitoring him.
However, this oppressive atmosphere eased as the workday drew to a close.
Yu Feng hurriedly left the company with Xie Chun, and Zhang Zexuan followed. He promptly reported his itinerary to Lin Yi, saying that he was going to meet an important client.
When it was time to leave work, Lin Yi took off running.
His heart had already flown downstairs.
In the light drizzle, he had just stepped out of the lobby when he spotted the figure standing by the streetlight at the company entrance.
Because the company is close to home, Shen Beidao did not drive and walked there alone with an umbrella.
The continuous night rain, like silk and mist, intertwined under the dim streetlights to form a hazy, luminous fog.
Shen Beidao held a black umbrella, his black trench coat blending into the night, with only a few drops of wet light falling on his shoulders, making his figure look slender... However, he still looked a lot like a Doberman waiting for its owner to come home from get off work.
Lin Yi spotted him immediately.
She rushed into the fine rain before he even got there.
He jogged along, eagerly rushing into the open arms that were there for him.
He accidentally knocked his umbrella to the ground, and the cool rain instantly soaked his hair and shoulders, but it did nothing to cool the burning passion in his heart.
Lin Yi looked up, her eyes filled with starlight and longing: "I've missed you so much, boyfriend, after just one day apart."
Shen Beidao pulled the young man, who was covered in cool, damp air, into his arms even tighter, tilting the umbrella slightly to shield him from all the wind and rain.
He lowered his head, his gaze gentle, and his deep voice whispered in Lin Yi's ear, "Me too, shall we go home?"
"Let's hurry, it's still a bit cold today." He said, and then snuggled into Shen Beidao's arms.
...
The door closed behind me, shutting out the slight chill of the rainy night.
The entryway was completely dark before the lights were turned on, with only the glow of the streetlights seeping in from the window outlining their hurried silhouettes.
The black umbrella, knocked down, lay forlornly to one side, with no one bothering to gather it up.
Shen Beidao pressed him against the cool door panel, one hand tightly gripping his waist and pulling Lin Yi into his embrace, the other hand eagerly running through his slightly damp hair. The next second, his burning lips and tongue fiercely covered his...
The kiss wasn't gentle, eliciting a muffled groan from Lin Yi. His breath was suddenly stolen, and the intense intertwining forced out wet, wet sounds...
Shen Beidao's breath lingered in Lin Yi's ear as he asked, his voice suppressed, "Is it still cold?"
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Triple-personality art student x devoted judge
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Cheng Yan, a freshman majoring in animation.
They are drawn into the infinite world of "The Cycle of Obsession," a realm into which only those with deep-seated obsessions fall.
In search of a glimmer of hope, he joined the Inquisitor's team, becoming a killer who walks the line between life and death.
Rule: Only by ranking in the top seven on the leaderboard can one break free from the endless cycle and return to reality.
However, his severe personality disorder became his most unstable weapon:
Identity I: The Red Queen
He kills at will, elegant yet mad, and is famous in "Reincarnation of the Realm" for leaving the mark "Q" on the corpse of his target.
Second Personality: "Repairman"
Silent and focused, like a hard worker, he can bring new life to scrapped mechanical creations and cursed, bizarre props, even turning decay into deadly weapons.
The Third Personality "three"
Pale, alienated, touching death allows one to glimpse its final fragments of memory...
Including that kiss from Kui Si.
He thought he was a lonely outcast in this cruel arena, unaware that he had been stared at for far too long by a pair of dark eyes hidden behind a playing card mask.
The dungeon titled "Sunrise Impression"
The scene transforms into a man-eating swamp. Just as Cheng Yan is about to sink, Judge Wei Si, wearing a playing card mask, appears and coldly declares: "Player Cheng Yan is suspected of violating regulations. The supervisory department has intervened."
The rules were quietly rewritten, unseen by anyone. He pulled Cheng Yan out and used his back to shield him from the poisoned arrows shot from the shadows.
The copy "Sunflower"
Unidentified corpses appeared one after another within the golden frame. The moment Cheng Yan touched a corpse, Three was forced to read bloody memories and knelt down in agony. Kui Si's fingertips landed on his trembling eyelids: "Don't look."
A copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"
At the Bianjing Ghost Market, two "he"s spoke simultaneously: "We're one short for mahjong, just one ghost. Are you coming or not?"
Behind him, Kui Si's cold voice rang out: "Are you inviting the judge... to play mahjong with you?"
[Judge: Kui Si]
A cold-blooded inspector wearing a playing card mask, responsible for judging and punishing players who break the rules.
Beneath the mask lies a highly recognizable face: a tall, long-legged, inverted triangle figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, deep-set features resembling those of a mixed-race person, yet possessing a pair of pure black eyes as dark as night.
When Cheng Yan finally lost his temper, he stabbed Wei Si in the heart: "Who gave you permission to spread rumors that I kissed you?"
Kui Si calmly took out a silk handkerchief and placed it on the hilt of the knife: "Be good, don't use too much force, you'll hurt your hand."
He leaned down and whispered in Cheng Yan's ear, revealing all the pretense: "Today's kiss was mint, yesterday's was peach, and the day before yesterday..."
"It was the aroma of coffee on the Left Bank of Paris in 1932."
Too much time had passed for Cheng Yan to know that someone, driven by a deep obsession to find him, refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation, endured countless hardships, and ascended to the position of judge, all in the hope of waiting for the day when they would reunite with him in this endless realm of obsession.
"Cheng Yan," beneath the mask, those deep black eyes surged with a love and obsession that transcended centuries, "this time, you can't escape."
"Your madness, your incriminating evidence, every aspect of you belongs to me."
The Buddha said: Sentient beings transmigrate through the six realms of existence due to "karma" and "ignorance," a process known as reincarnation. However, those with excessively deep attachments do not return to the universe but create their own realm—"reincarnation based on attachment."
Neither seeking the next life nor entering the past, this is the refuge of those who cling to their obsessions, yet also a place of no refuge.
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