Chapter 121 Ten Years Ago

That night, he passed out in the car and was not woken up until Yao Ping woke him up at the hotel. Nothing unusual happened afterwards, but he still took the time to get a physical examination, but nothing was found.

The medical examination report only showed that his sleep was a little poor and his brain activity was overactive at night, but there was nothing else abnormal. Zhan Xiangchen meant that from a traditional Chinese medicine perspective, he just had a cold body, so he prescribed a bunch of Chinese medicine and moxibustion for him.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Lisa placed a beautiful gift bag on the table. "Mr. Han, this was just sent by T&L."

Yao Ping Yi Dun, T&L, a famous wedding jewelry brand.

Han Zhong, who was behind the desk, calmly put the inspection report into the drawer and said, "Put it there."

Lisa nodded, winked at Yao Ping, turned around and left the office.

Yao Ping followed him out and entered the lounge of the tea room, where Lisa was waiting for him.

"What's going on with our President Han recently?"

Yao Ping's expression remained unchanged. "Nothing."

"He cancelled the restaurant, was distracted in the meeting, and didn't change his tie and accessories for three days in a row. It's obvious that he's staying in a hotel." Lisa frowned slightly, "Did he have a fight with my idol?"

Yao Ping was puzzled, "Who is your idol?"

"Jiang Wu."

"…Don't mention it again in the future."

Lisa was stunned. "Did they really break up?"

Yao Ping sighed, "Probably."

In the office, Han Zhong looked at the gift bag on the corner of the table, then opened the drawer and put the things in. Then he packed up and left work early, and drove to a bar in the center of Linhai City, SLIENCE.

The bar is quiet and not crowded with white-collar workers who work nearby.

When Han Zhong arrived, Zhou Changming was sitting at the bar and chatting up the female bartender. The girl was young but had a very calm demeanor. She responded to his chat in a disjointed manner but didn't seem impolite.

When Han Zhong came in, the bar, which had been noisy, suddenly became quiet. The female bartender subconsciously looked up, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Zhou Changming looked back and saw Han Zhong, who had just left the company early. He was still wearing a neat white shirt with a suit jacket draped over his arm. His face was handsome and calm, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and he had the aura of an aristocratic elite. Many people around him couldn't help but look over at him.

"When President Han appears, he attracts everyone's attention," Zhou Changming joked.

The female bartender smiled a little embarrassedly when she heard this, and then found an excuse to go to the back.

Han Zhong sat down next to him, looked at the wine in front of him and reminded him, "I drove here by myself today."

"Don't worry, I've called a driver for you." Zhou Changming pushed the glass towards him, "Brother is worried about you."

Han Zhong said nothing, but lowered his eyes to look at the bubbles rising in the orange-red wine.

Zhou Changming could see that he was upset and sighed, "If it really doesn't work... just use a substitute. Are you just pretending you don't know?"

"Then I'll change my name to his Bai Yueguang's name, so that he won't call me Bai Yueguang's name again when we're intimate in the future?"

“…”

Zhou Changming really wanted to slap himself. He found that he had been arrogant for nearly thirty years and had never dared to cross a red light since he was a child. It was too insulting to ask such a person who could not tolerate any sand in his eyes to be a substitute for others.

He thought about it, then changed his tone and comforted her, "Actually, I think Jiang Wu really likes you. That night when you left in the car, he stood in the cold wind and watched you for a long time before leaving. He also kept calling me to ask me where you were living, whether you were living well, and whether you were still angry."

Han Zhong lowered his head, took a sip of wine, and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Zhou Changming stopped persuading her. No one else could interfere in matters of the heart, and his main purpose of coming here today was not this, but the task assigned to him by Zhou Yannan.

"When do you plan to return to Ziyuan? How is your health lately?"

"fine."

Zhou Changming looked at the slightly depressed mood and was a little worried. "My third uncle told you not to leave Ziyuan. He must have had his reasons. Although he is a bit harsh, he will not harm you."

"Um."

Han Zhong lowered his head and drank the wine in the glass. After the light sweet and sour taste, there was the hot alcohol. After it slid down his throat, it left a light coolness. The coolness diluted the burning sensation brought by the alcohol and gradually spread to his whole body, as if even his blood had cooled down.

He asked casually, "Is there mint in it?"

"Yeah, I heard it's the main hit today."

At the same time, Jiang Wuzheng was standing at the front desk on the first floor of the Huayue Building, looking at the time on his phone. "It's not even six o'clock yet, Han Zhong should not be off work yet."

Xixi looked embarrassed. "Yes, I haven't finished get off work yet, but Mr. Han left early today. He is really not here. Why don't you ask him yourself, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Wu wanted to ask, but Han Zhong blocked him. When he was about to ask if he could go upstairs to take a look, he happened to meet Lisa who had just got off work. She was very surprised to see him.

"Mr. Jiang? Are you here to see President Han? He left an hour early today."

Even Lisa said so, Jiang Wu knew that Han Zhong was not deliberately ignoring him, but really went out. He originally planned to talk to Han Zhong again before moving, but he didn't expect such an unfortunate coincidence that Han Zhong was not here today.

He lowered his head in thought while Lisa was also sizing him up. The more she looked at him, the more handsome he seemed to her. It was the first time she saw a man with long hair who looked so good. No wonder their president was so handsome.

Jiang Wu raised his head to meet her gaze and asked, "Do you know where he went?"

"have no idea."

"How is he doing lately?"

Lisa was a little confused as to why he asked this, but she still replied, "I'm fine, but my temperature is a little low. Assistant Yao has already made an appointment for a physical examination this Friday."

Jiang Wu's expression gradually became solemn. The first reaction of the evil spirit entering the body was a drop in body temperature, and eventually all the blood in the body would turn cold.

"Got it. Thank you."

He turned and left. Lisa and Sissi stood there looking at his back. Sissi said in a daze, "This familiar tone and aura——"

"It's exactly the same as our President Han." Lisa continued softly.

After Jiang Wu left the building, he called Zhou Yannan and told him about this. Zhou Yannan was silent for a long time and said, "You shouldn't react so quickly after being away for three days, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Jiang Wu was a little impatient. He had focused on cultivation in the past and didn't know much about these things. Now he could only rely on Zhou Yannan. He really didn't like the feeling of losing control.

"Unless you are stimulated, such as when you have violent emotional fluctuations, you will be particularly attracted to evil spirits." The man paused and continued, "Once you have absorbed the first strand of evil spirit, it will be easy to attract more evil spirits later. Plus, as you get older, your body will become more evil-accumulating."

"When was the first strand of evil energy absorbed?"

"Ten years ago."

“…the fire at the art museum.”

"right."

Sure enough, Jiang Wu's lips were tightly pursed into a line. He had never thought about the fire ten years ago because he always felt that the past was not important and he did not want to uncover Han Zhong's scars. But gradually, he felt more and more that many things revolved around the fire ten years ago, like a net wrapping up Han Zhong and him.

"What happened to that fire?"

"That day at the art museum, the Han family was holding a party for Han's 18th birthday. As a result, one of the paper art exhibition halls suddenly caught fire, killing 87 people."

"What does this have to do with Han Joong?"

“…”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Zhou Yannan's voice was heard, "Han Chong set the fire."

Jiang Wu's eyes trembled slightly.

Jiang Wu's eyes trembled slightly.