Zhao Cheng spoke softly, but never mentioned what happened back then.
In his view, those things served no purpose other than causing his family to worry, and there was no need to talk about them.
As he spoke, his thoughts drifted back to more than a month ago.
That day, Zhao Cheng suddenly received a notice from his boss asking him to accompany someone on a business trip, which would last for half a month.
Moreover, during this period, the people traveling with them were instructed not to reveal their whereabouts to anyone, including their families.
At first, he also found it strange, since it didn't seem like what they were doing was anything particularly secretive, so why couldn't they reveal their whereabouts?
However, he and his colleagues later speculated that the leader was probably doing something private that he didn't want others to know, and they were just using it as a cover, so they didn't care much about it.
Later, Zhao Cheng vaguely felt that some people were looking at him strangely, so he became more cautious.
Sure enough, he was forced to drink alcohol that evening. He was originally a pretty good drinker, after all, he often had a drink with Grandpa Zhu.
That night, he even secretly poured out a lot of the drinks, only taking a sip or two, and ended up getting so drunk that he was completely unconscious and didn't even know how he got back to his room.
That night, Zhao Cheng had a dream in which Zhu Qingyun cried her heart out, and he was so anxious that he wanted to rush to her side, but he was completely powerless to help.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Zhu Qinghao staring blankly at her own corpse, her eyes vacant and swaying precariously.
In an instant, he knew what had made Zhu Qingyun cry so bitterly: he was dead?
How could he die? What will happen to his Ah-Jun if he's dead? How could he die...?
In just a few breaths, his tenderness and reluctance to part with Zhu Qingyun, along with his self-blame and resentment, surged into his heart, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood and wake up from the nightmare.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in bed. Looking at the sky outside the window, he immediately realized that he had been ambushed. Otherwise, it was impossible for just two small glasses of wine to make him fall into such a deep sleep.
Zhao Cheng couldn't figure out the reasons, but thinking about the incredibly vivid dream he had before, he couldn't stay at ease any longer and had to immediately check on his family's safety.
So even though his hands and feet weren't entirely under his control, he still managed to drag his heavy body out of the room.
Fortunately, the door wasn't locked, and he managed to get out.
Zhao Cheng had a clear goal: he was going to the front desk of the guesthouse to call home. He didn't care about any of the orders from his superiors.
As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he heard his superior, Yang Yi's voice coming up from below:
"...Yes, yes, don't worry, Zhao Cheng has already taken the medicine. He's unconscious right now, so you can rest assured..."
You mean the entire Zhu family has been demoted? Then Zhao Cheng is no longer useful. What should we do about this?
What?! Just take care of it?! This… alright, don't worry, I'll have someone handle it. Don't forget what you promised me then…”
Zhao Cheng felt as if he were in the midst of a raging storm, but he quickly regained his composure and prepared to continue listening, only to find that the call had been cut off on the other end.
He sensed that the people below might be coming up soon, so he quickly found a corner and hid himself.
Hearing the man's footsteps fade into the distance, he couldn't wait a second longer. He staggered to the front desk and called the Zhu family villa.
He heard the phone ringing again and again, but he couldn't get through. His last bit of hope vanished.
Just as I put down the phone, the young woman at the guesthouse reception came back from outside.
"Sir, do you need to use the phone?"
Zhao Cheng was in a state of confusion and had no time to pay attention to him. He simply took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it over.
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