While Yang Chenze was under house arrest by Yang Rui, he relied on Ye Jingyu, whom he could see on his electronic devices, to alleviate his longing for her.
It was the first time he had ever liked someone, and he didn't know how to hide it. Yang Rui quickly discovered his behavior.
Afterwards, Yang Rui confiscated all of Yang Chenze's electronic devices. It was Yang Chenze who cried and begged his mother to let him keep a photo.
Faced with her only son, Yang Rui softened and agreed to Yang Chenze's request. In her view, love could transcend gender, so she agreed to her son coming out.
However, the person she comes out to absolutely cannot be Ye Jingyu, who is already married.
That silly kid Yang Chenze said he'd leave a photo, and he really only left one photo of himself.
With his mother's permission, he immediately printed out his first treasured photo, which is the one he holds in his hand now.
Yang Chenze couldn't bear to hurt the only item he had that reminded him of Ye Jingyu.
He gently placed the photo back into the pocket of his clothes, close to his heart.
Yang Chenze stood blankly beside the private jet, letting the cold wind blow on him. He couldn't describe how he felt.
It was a very complicated feeling, a feeling of suffocation and bitterness. He was unhappy, but at the same time, he seemed to feel a sense of relief.
After a long while, a fierce look appeared on Yang Chenze's stunned face. He raised his fist and slammed it hard against the fuselage. "Thump!"
"Thump thump thump!" Not satisfied with just one blow, he hit the other three more times.
The fuselage even swayed slightly under Yang Chenze's powerful pounding.
At this moment, his fist, having been completely unprotected and having slammed into the fuselage of the private jet with all his might, was now dripping blood.
Drops of bright red blood fell onto the pristine white snow, blurring into the shape of broken snowflakes, just like his heart now, riddled with holes.
While he was hitting her, all he could think about was the sight of Song Yuanqing and Ye Jingyu's hands clasped together, their heads getting closer and closer, their bodies becoming more and more intimate. Without even thinking, he knew that the two of them had kissed.
He kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me, but he still couldn't kiss me, damn it, damn it, damn it!
Yang Chenze seemed oblivious to the pain in his hand, gritting his teeth as he exclaimed, "Damn it, I haven't even started dating and I'm already heartbroken! This is so damn miserable!"
He climbed into his plane and took out the canned beer he had collected in City A.
"Ptooey!" The sound of a beer can being opened.
Bubbles rose, and the liquid flowed down the bottle onto Yang Chenze's hand, passing over the wound on his hand.
Yang Chenze glanced at his hand, casually shook it, and shook off the blood and wine.
Then, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the jar in one gulp.
The wine flowed down Yang Chenze's lips, down his Adam's apple, down his collarbone, and finally disappeared.
"Bang!" He slammed the beer can against the rooftop railing with a crisp sound.
"Pah, this is fucking awful! I've never tasted such awful liquor before!" A blush appeared on Yang Chenze's fair face, but his eyes were clearer than ever before.
He stood up, got off the private plane again, and picked up his binoculars to continue observing Ye Zhi and her group.
He couldn't see the two people he most wanted to see; he could only see Ye Yubai, Lu Ben, Zhang Dongliang, and Ye Zhi facing him.
Ye Yubai, he knew him, was Ye Jingyu's cousin.
This guy with the gold-rimmed glasses looks like a submissive type; I'm not interested.
This guy with the weird black hair is boring.
The telescope eventually locked onto Ye Zhi, the child of Ye Jingyu and Song Yuanqing.
"It really looks like it."
Looking at Ye Zhi through the binoculars, Yang Chenze estimated Ye Zhi's age, "Mom, so why did you confiscate all my electronic devices and even lock me in my room alone?"
Yang Rui confiscated Yang Chenze's electronic devices for another reason: at that time, the good news of Ye Jingyu's birth of a daughter had broken in China, and the news from Z country had not yet reached F country. She was afraid that her son would not be able to handle the news when he saw it, so she confiscated all of his electronic devices in advance.
"So that's because they had a child." The cold wind blew away Yang Chenze's murmur, dispelling the loneliness in his voice.
He was so frantically researching everything about Ye Jingyu that he naturally knew Ye Jingyu had a wife, that Ye Jingyu loved his wife very much, and that the two would definitely have children.
But, that fast...?
Ye Jingyu probably doesn't even know his name...
With unwavering determination in his eyes, Yang Chenze put away his binoculars and strode onto his private jet.
Two hands reached out from the driver's cab window, one covered in blood and wounds, the other clean and white.
Yang Chenze held a bottle of mineral water in his uninjured hand and poured it onto his injured hand without hesitation, causing blood to gush out onto the ground.
He then withdrew his hand, closed the cockpit window, and took off.
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Ever since Ye Zhi recognized that the person spying on them was Yang Chenze, she had been secretly observing Yang Chenze's every move with her mental power, determined to defend her happy family and never allow him to become a mistress.
Within Ye Zhi's mental domain, she saw Yang Chenze piloting a plane towards them. Alarm bells rang in her mind: [He's here! He's coming this way!]
Grandpa Song: !
He is a level four psychic ability user, and his mental power can only detect objects within an eight-kilometer radius.
He had previously tried to use his mental energy to check Yang Chenze's location, but all attempts had been unsuccessful.
This only proves that Yang Chenze was located eight kilometers away from them.
Grandpa Song was not discouraged. After Ye Yubai's explanation, he already knew how difficult it was to cultivate superpowers after level three.
"Boom boom boom!" The roar of airplanes echoed in the sky.
In his mind, Old Master Song also saw a private jet with the traditional Chinese character "杨" engraved on it. Old Master Song recognized the logo; it was the private jet of the Yang Rui family from Country Z, where they had been working hard abroad.
A sudden realization flashed in the old man's eyes. No wonder Yang Chenze's name sounded familiar; he was Yang Rui's child.
Yang Rui was not only Ye Jingyu's business partner, but also Song's business partner in his early years. However, after Song became paralyzed, the two families rarely had any contact.
"Awooo!" Below the plane were numerous running zombies. After hearing the huge roar, they all raised their heads and followed the plane with sluggish steps.
"Shit!" Yang Chenze cursed again, swerving the plane to change direction.
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