Qin Ying packed up her violin and asked Xiaocheng to take her to school.
When I walked downstairs to Wei Zhuolan's office building, I could vaguely see a familiar figure smoking behind the curtains of his office through the mottled glass.
She kept thinking over and over again along the way, was it really Wei Zhuolan who helped her deal with the investigation?
But since she was so decisive yesterday, would he still help her?
She felt a little uneasy. If it was Wei Zhuolan, then what methods did he use? What price would he ask for?
Qin Ying carried the violin case and walked through the empty corridor. The lights in the corridor flickered. She counted her own messy footsteps and stopped in front of Wei Zhuolan's office door.
The door was ajar, and I could hear the rustling of papers and the sharp sound of pen tips scratching through paper.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, meeting Wei Zhuolan's raised gaze. Spread out in front of him was a freshly written resignation letter.
"I'm here to return the piano!"
Her voice echoed in the empty room.
"You're here indeed."
He crushed out his cigarette, his leather shoes crushing the butts all over the floor. His tone was terrifyingly calm, yet it instantly froze the air.
"Do you know why you are asked to participate in the military district parade?"
He listened to his own hoarse voice, with a suppressed tremor:
"This guitar has been covered in dust since I was a kid. It only shines when you use it, and it seems to come alive."
He looked at Qin Ying's pale face, and his father's words this morning, "I will take care of Qin Ying's affairs," suddenly rang in his ears.
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his eyes were filled with deep helplessness and attachment.
Is Fu Hanzhou so good in her eyes?
The resignation letter has been lying open on the table since it was written. I really want to tear it up in front of her. From last night until now, the transfer order from the Propaganda Department in the drawer has been wrinkled.
Qin Ying lowered her eyes and gently placed the piano case on the table, and the wooden surface made a dull echo.
"Thanks……"
"Don't say thank you to me!"
Wei Zhuolan suddenly overturned the violin case, and the violin fell to the ground, making a sharp buzzing sound.
He took a few steps towards her, his rough hands firmly grasping her shoulders and pressing her against the table.
"I'm asking you one last time, will you come with me?"
"impossible!"
Qin Ying struggled to retreat, her lower back hitting the hard object on the corner of the table, and her hands nervously supported the edge of the table:
"Wei Zhuolan, please respect yourself!"
"impossible?"
Wei Zhuolan suddenly laughed out loud, and the despair that had been suppressed for too long overflowed from his chest.
He leaned closer, the faint smell of tobacco on his body enveloping her with heat:
"Do you think the revocation of the review is a piece of cake? I paid for it with my own freedom, so I suppressed the letter of accusation!"
His fingertips brushed the tip of her red ear, his breath hot:
"It was because I agreed to marry Fu Hanting that you can stand here safe and sound!"
He had just finished writing his resignation letter when he stood by the window smoking a cigarette.
Watching Qin Ying walk up from the first floor step by step. Staring at the flying sycamore leaves outside the window, thinking of the past with Qin Ying, and thinking of the upcoming marriage with Fu Hanting, the resentment and despair in my heart surged like a tide.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Qin Ying pushed him hard, but he restrained her even more fiercely, his breath filled with strong madness:
"Why? Why won't you even look at me?"
He had already ripped the buttons on Qin Ying's chest, and the sound of the tearing fabric further stimulated his madness. Qin Ying struggled to push his chest, but was grabbed by the wrist and pressed on the table. The dull pain of the back of her head hitting the table was mixed with the kiss he forced on her.
The taste of rust spread on the tip of her tongue. She had bitten the corner of his mouth, but in return she felt a more violent plunder.
"open!"
Qin Ying suddenly raised her leg, but her knee was blocked by him.
Wei Zhuolan's palms were burning hot, and he deliberately increased the force when brushing against her collarbone, swallowing the sound of her struggle between his teeth.
His kiss fell with an almost punishing force, his teeth biting her lower lip hard.
The voice was vague and desperate:
"Admit that you have me in your heart..."
Qin Ying kept struggling, and something pressed on her lower back, causing her pain.
Wei Zhuolan's hand suddenly trembled as he touched her face, his nose almost touching hers:
"Remember, Qin Ying, there is no free salvation in this world."
He stood up suddenly, still holding her body in place, and threw the piano into her arms:
"Take it, and go! But you better pray..."
He leaned over and bit her earlobe, his voice wrapped in hot breath:
"Pray that no one can find fault with you next time, otherwise..."
"What I want is more than just a kiss."
The autumn wind blew dead leaves into the house, and Qin Ying staggered back holding the zither.
Wei Zhuolan picked up the broken violin case, his eyes filled with dark emotions:
"Qin Ying, our account... has just begun."
Qin Ying ran out in a panic, leaving Wei Zhuolan slumped in the chair, looking at the violin case in her hand. He did it on purpose, deliberately giving her only the violin and not the case.
If she had refused, he would not have let her go so easily.
He would make sure that she would never be able to repay the "redemption" she had gained by exchanging "freedom" for her entire life.
The prey he sets his eyes on must be willing to do so.
He rubbed the cut at the corner of his lip with his thumb, as if he was still savoring the tenderness that had just gotten out of control.
It tastes really good!
*
In the military compound, Fu Qixun had lunch at home today. Only he and his wife and Fu Hanting were there.
While eating, Fu Qixun looked at Fu Hanting more than once, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
Xu Jinshu saw that Fu Qixun was hesitant to speak, so he waited for Fu Hanting to return to the room and then sat in the living room to talk to Fu Qixun.
"Old Fu, you seem to be worried today."
Seeing that Fu Qixun had been drinking tea in silence, Xu Jinshu took the initiative to speak.
The copper pendulum of the clock in the living room made a dull thud, and Fu Qixun suddenly put down his white porcelain teacup, splashing tea all over the "Four Modernizations" editorial on the front page of the People's Daily.
"Wei Zhongchao asked someone to tell his son to meet with Tingting."
His voice made the "First Class Merit" certificate on the wall tremble slightly.
Xu Jinshu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Fu Hanting's room on the second floor:
"No wonder I felt like you had something to say during dinner."
She took off her glasses, and behind the lenses her eyes were filled with scholarly sharpness:
"You didn't express your feelings at Yingying's celebration party last time, but he pursued you closely."
Thinking of the day when Qin Ying was fired from the publishing house, looking like she was at the mercy of others, her fingertips tightened unconsciously.
"Have you forgotten the time Chen Shuyun stormed into the publishing house and threw a tantrum? It was all because of the scandal between his son and Qin Ying!"
She paused, and her tone suddenly rose:
"But then Qin Ying turned around and won the top spot in the college entrance exam, and the Wei family got slapped in the face!"
Fu Qixun thought about the rumors these days and frowned again:
"That guy used to teach at the medical school. Recently, he caused a lot of trouble in the city because of Qin Ying playing the violin."
Thinking that Fu Hanzhou had to participate in the emergency mission because of this, he suddenly felt complicated.
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