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"Let go! Mmm..." After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Fang Chengyin began to lose ground, forcefully pushing away the person who was still demanding him. "Jiang Zhi! No more... mmm... no..."
Jiang Zhi restrained the man from his slightly swollen lips, and their rapid breaths mingled together. His lips weren't in much better shape either, having been bitten in several places.
Fang Chengyin hadn't recovered yet, but his eyes were incredibly sharp: "I told you to stop!"
"Have I heard what you said?"
"You..."
This time, Jiang Zhi kissed him fiercely, using one hand to restrain him and the other to pull his hair at the back of his head, forcing him to tilt his head back to receive the kiss. It was a kiss that was almost suffocating, yet it also conveyed his anxiety and unease.
During this time, Fang Chengyin faintly heard him pleading, "You're in the emergency room, you know... Don't make yourself suffer like this, Fang Chengyin."
The hand that was pushing him away stopped, and Jiang Zhi was stunned for a moment. His hair was pulled painfully, and his wrist was also gripped red.
To avoid fainting again, Fang Chengyin closed his eyes and responded to him.
Jiang Zhi became even more excited. When Fang Chengyin's hand, which was gripping his hair, was released, he chased after him with kisses, and as he kissed him, he became unsatisfied and moved away from his lips and down.
As Jiang Zhi's Adam's apple was licked repeatedly, Fang Chengyin let out an unbearable "ah," shame flooding his mind. He suddenly grabbed Jiang Zhi's hair and pulled him back, finally ending the fierce kiss.
"Jiang Zhi, don't you dare try to harass me!"
Jiang Zhi laughed, even though her hair was being pulled painfully, her gaze still defiantly fixed downwards. "Fang Chengyin, you're the one who's been harassing me. Need help? Hands or mouth?"
Fang Chengyin let go of him, "If you're sick, take your medicine!"
Jiang Zhi disagreed and carried him to the bed, saying, "Wait here for a while, I'll go and handle the discharge procedures."
Back in his dorm, Fang Chengyin settled on the sofa to watch the news, and to his delight, he saw Liu Desheng go live again.
"The voting results are in, Chairman Jin, blood must be paid for with blood."
The camera focused on Jin Yichu, who was hanging on a steel pipe. He looked listless, as if he had been severely dehydrated after being exposed to the sun.
Liu Desheng splashed a bottle of water on him, and as soon as the man sobered up, he asked, "What did you do to Jin Yi?"
Jin Yichu panicked and begged for mercy in every way possible.
Liu Desheng: "Such begging for mercy is meaningless. Saying something useful will do you a good job."
So he said that Liu Jinyi's outstanding achievements in the second year of high school made him known to everyone. They wanted to get close to him, who was the center of attention, but he ignored them, was aloof and arrogant, and looked down on everyone.
"So you dragged him to a secluded place and kicked him? Hit him?" Liu Desheng said calmly, a calmness that made Jin Yichu panic.
"Uncle, I was wrong!"
"Please let me go! Let me go!"
Liu Desheng splashed water on him again, signaling him to shut up, "What did you do to Jin Yi during your last meeting? How long did you plan this? If you lie to me, I'll cut off one of your fingers!"
Jin Yichu's lips trembled. "I planned it for a week, but it wasn't just my idea. Jiao Zhu gave the most suggestions! He led me astray, ahhhhh..."
A piercing scream burst from the screen and pierced Fang Chengyin's eardrums, causing him to grip the remote control in his hand until it turned white.
Jiang Zhi placed the sliced apple on the glass table in front of him, then pried his hand open, moved the remote control away, and went to the balcony office area.
Jin Yichu, who had lost a finger, spoke breathlessly, recounting the whole truth, "I was the main planner... I was very unhappy because he frequently left campus, so I had someone follow him. We discovered that he had fallen for a college student off-campus, and even found out he was watching a video of two men kissing. During break, I confronted him, and he denied it and talked back to me. Because it was the first time I'd been disobeyed, I couldn't stand it and..."
He cautiously looked down at Liu Desheng, noticing that the man with graying temples still had a calm expression. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he continued, "We originally only intended to humiliate that college student, but Liu Jin didn't bring him that day. Instead, Mu Liao brought a man and had sex with him right in front of us. We felt hot and bothered, so... so..."
"Uncle, I didn't mean it! I was wrong, I was wrong... Please let me go, I will atone for my sins, you can have as much as you want!"
Liu Desheng interrupted him, "How many cuts did you make?"
"What?!" Jin Yichu stared at him in astonishment. The ruthlessness in Liu Desheng's eyes was already palpable. Jin Yichu trembled, "I...I don't remember...I couldn't control myself at the time..."
Liu Desheng remained silent for a long time, his eyes reddening in the video. The comments section was filled with indignation, becoming his supporters.
Fang Chengyin's emotions were fluctuating greatly, and his breathing was rapid. So rapid that Jiang Zhi put down his pen, came in, hugged him, and tried to coax him to breathe slowly, but he didn't care. He just stared intently at the screen.
When the screams rang out again, he trembled uncontrollably, clutching his chest as he struggled to breathe, but his eyes remained stubbornly strong.
"Fang Chengyin, breathe slowly!"
Jiang Zhi grabbed his left hand and placed it on his face. "Look at me! I'm here, Jiang Zhi is here! You're not alone anymore, you're no longer alone! Cheng Yin, look at me, Cheng Yin!"
Unaware of the weight of these words, Fang Chengyin slowly regained his composure. In the live stream, Jin Yichu was already dead, killed by Liu Desheng who stabbed him in the heart with a sharp steel pipe.
Liu Desheng announced: "Tomorrow morning, Mu Liao."
After the live broadcast ended, Jiang Zhi took a thin blanket and covered Fang Chengyin with it before going to work on the balcony.
The next few days passed quickly. The murderer's parents wept bitterly on the news, begging Liu Desheng to release him. The police officers searched tirelessly for places where Liu Desheng might be, but to no avail.
Therefore, Liu Desheng successfully killed a bully every day.
Fang Chengyin remained curled up on the sofa, unmoving, while Jiang Zhi worked from home to take care of him. From initially providing three meals a day, to later helping him brush his teeth, wash his face, wipe his hands and feet, and occasionally clean his body. He slept with him on the sofa at night, but Fang Chengyin was often awakened by nightmares, so Jiang Zhi had to hold him and soothe him.
Fang Chengyin continued to lose weight, and he would run to the bathroom to vomit after eating only a few bites each time. Jiang Zhi had no choice but to cook some light meals. Fortunately, he could still eat fruit, so Jiang Zhi would cut several different plates of fruit and place them in front of him every day.
On the fifth day, after Liu Desheng killed Zhuang Xilian, Fang Chengyin suddenly stood up, went back to his room to get a baseball cap, and was about to leave.
Jiang Zhi stopped him at the door.
Fang Chengyin looked up at him, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep for many days. "Go get the script, there's a scene tomorrow."
Jiang Zhi: "Have them send the electronic version."
"It's not that others should listen to me; I am of lowly status and should listen to others."
Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes and pleaded, "I'll get you the electronic version; you can stay with me."
Fang Chengyin glanced at him once, then pushed the door open, closed it, and left.
Jiang Zhi logged into Mine and sent a message:
"Dad, let Fang Chengyin go, and I'll give you what you want."
The reply came quickly: "I'll consider it."
Jiang Zhi tightened his grip on his phone and returned to his office area on the balcony. The sky outside the window was finally filled with clouds, which were constantly changing.
Liu Desheng could no longer hide it.
Or perhaps, he simply didn't want to hide it anymore.
Just now, Liu Desheng started a live broadcast. The background was still the sky, but this time it was no longer clear blue, but covered with clouds of various shapes.
Meteorologists quickly located his position based on changes in the cloud cover.
Zhang Weike and his team set off from the Investigation Bureau, their destination being an abandoned building on the outskirts of Yanyang City, which was also the film set where Fang Chengyin was working part-time after taking on the role in "Jie Ao".
Upon arriving at the building, the drone had already locked onto Liu Desheng, who was located on the edge of the rooftop. In the footage, there was another person walking towards him—Fang Chengyin, an eyewitness in the pursuit of the true culprit in the Flower kindergarten teacher's death case.
What's he doing here?
Zhang Weike frowned slightly, then assigned tasks: one group laid out the air cushion, the second group searched for a suitable reconnaissance point, while he and Li Jin went up.
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"Uncle Liu." Fang Chengyin stopped three meters away.
Liu Desheng turned around. Compared to their last meeting in the ward, he had lost his edge and instead appeared calm and composed as he faced death. Compared to his frenzied revenge these past few days, he was now an old man without claws.
Between him and Fang Chengyin was a long trail of blood. A dagger was stuck in Liu Desheng's chest, and his right hand was covering it. Crimson blood seeped from between his fingers and fell to his feet.
“There’s no point in living anymore,” Liu Desheng said.
Too shocking to bear, Fang Chengyin lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry..."
What are you apologizing for?
A month ago, in the sweltering summer, Liu Jinyi, walking amidst the dappled maple leaves, was gone forever. Was I the culprit, or you? And what... should I apologize for?
He was conflicted and tried to avoid it, but he couldn't escape being struck hard by the words "I want to live" in the dead of night.
Liu Desheng looked at him and said kindly, "Xiao Yin, it's been a long time since I called you that. The moment your mother decided to give birth to you, we knew our ultimate destinations. We followed your mother to the pinnacle of the industry, only to be suddenly told we were going down. How could we not resent it? But when we had new lives, children, and partners, we realized that your mother's decision was right. She paid out of her own pocket to settle us down, to let us stay away from the camera and into the real world. However, the sins we committed will always come back to haunt us."
Fang Chengyin took a few steps closer silently, but Liu Desheng raised his hand to stop him. "I've protected your mother for years, and in doing so, I've offended others for years. Your mother became famous, and the risks we face have doubled, as have the harm we've caused to others. I can't escape blame for what happened to Jin Yi. You see, in the end, all I can do is retaliate. Once, protecting your mother was the meaning of my life; later, Jin Yi's arrival became the meaning of my life; and still later, protecting those children at the kindergarten became the meaning of my life. But all of that is gone. What's the meaning of living then?"
Fang Chengyin blurted out, "Jin Yi said he wants to live, so please, carry on with his hope."
Liu Desheng laughed, "You're still young after all. Like Jin Yi, once you've set your mind on something, you're determined to go all the way."
Fang Chengyin remained silent for a long time before asking, "Where exactly is my father?"
Liu Desheng was stunned for a moment, then said like a wise elder, "The love between your parents is not rigorous."
Fang Chengyin's pupils contracted: "What do you mean?"
"Xiaoyin, that's all I know. Your mother has decided to give up her career for marriage, so our duty is over."
"No! That murderer forced you to reappear with your mother by harming your family! Who is he?! You couldn't possibly not know!"
"If I had known, do you think I would have stopped so soon?"
"Since he hasn't been brought to justice, why did he take his own life? Even if it was for revenge, he should have continued living. Once he's dead, he has nothing left."
Liu Desheng: "Xiao Yin, Jin Yi will be scared if she's alone."
Before Fang Chengyin could speak again, the door behind him was pushed open.
When Zhang Weike and Li Jin arrived, their pupils dilated before they could even catch their breath. Fang Chengyin suddenly turned around, and Liu Desheng was already leaping into the air.
In the instant he fell, they heard him clearly say, "Jin Yi, Dad has come to atone for your sins!"
Fang Chengyin rushed over and saw Liu Desheng fall on the first-floor life cushion, blood seeping out and soon staining the light-colored cushion red.
Forty floors away, Liu Desheng walked away with a smile, Fang Chengyin said with certainty.
"Put your hands up!" Zhang Weike pulled out his gun and pointed it at Fang Chengyin.
Fang Chengyin stared down for a few seconds, then raised his hands and turned around.
Zhang Weike was surprised to see Fang Chengyin again and asked uncertainly, "Is it you?"
Fang Chengyin did not answer; he was overcome with grief and sorrow.
Zhang Weike put down his gun and walked over. "Please come with us."
Fang Chengyin silently followed them, and the other investigators took him back to the station. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Liu Desheng being lifted into an ambulance. He received a text message on his phone from the film crew, saying that because the crew had filmed at the crime scene, they hoped the actors would cooperate if the police investigation required it.
The building ultimately ended up abandoned.
The car entered the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and Fang Chengyin was taken to the interrogation room.
Upon entering the interrogation room, they found the monitor screen was off. Inside sat a strange, burly man. His entourage withdrew and closed the door behind them.
"Please sit down."
After the interrogator finished speaking and stood up, something seemed off about him. Fang Chengyin didn't sit down: "Do you know me?"
The man approached step by step; he was tall and imposing. "I don't know him, but someone paid me to let my fists have some fun."
Fang Chengyin had no time to dodge—
Fang Chengyin didn't know how the interrogation ended, nor what Zhang Weike asked. He only remembered that before it ended, the other party said, "You seem to be very uncomfortable," and then he was detained at the investigation bureau.
He wasn't the only one in the small room; there were also hit-and-run drivers and brawlers, their faces showing varying degrees of exhaustion and dejection, each huddled in a corner. Fang Chengyin remained calm; he heard no news of lost lives, nor did he see Liu Desheng's relieved departure.
He knelt down and hugged her, recalling Liu Desheng's words, "The love between your parents is not rigorous."
Is it not rigorous? Is it due to overlooking one aspect while focusing on another, or is it an unbalanced seesaw caused by unforeseen circumstances?
Love is such a mischievous child.
A pale moon hung over the iron bars of the window; though my heart was full, loneliness still overwhelmed me.
He also feared loneliness, especially when looking at his own name on the household registration book. Many times in the dead of night, he would conclude that he was indeed an orphan. The glamorous Song Zixin on television was unattainable, while his biological son might be the life script that the talented Fang Bokang had given him.
He drifted off to sleep, only to wake up repeatedly as people left his side. Perhaps being released on bail late at night makes one cherish those they never truly appreciated. Only he remained, as always. He knew all too well the price of caring for a planet alone.
"Has anyone come to ransom you?"
Fang Chengyin felt very unwell, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he barely opened his eyes to see the person clearly: he was wearing the school uniform of Yanyang No. 2 Middle School, with a head of messy hair, a piercing lip piercing, and blood on his fist.
Although Yanyang No. 2 Middle School and Yanyang No. 1 Middle School differ by only one character, they are worlds apart in both academics and character. Most students admitted to Yanyang No. 2 Middle School are beyond redemption, and this incorrigibility has posed a significant safety hazard to Yanyang City.
"Aren't you taking the college entrance exam?" Fang Chengyin asked.
The boy thought he had found someone like him, but he didn't expect the other person to be so boring. He clicked his tongue and ignored him.
Fang Chengyin turned his head to look at him, and in a daze, he saw Liu Jinyi. "I regret letting you go back to school to focus on your studies."
Liu Jinyi froze for a moment, as if he had never seen anything like this before, and sneered: "Didn't you just tell me to take the college entrance exam? How can you take the exam if you're not in school? Well, you can choose tutoring classes or home tutoring. But if that's the case, I'll be nagged all day long, it's better to just kill me."
The extreme words brought Fang Chengyin back to his senses. "Liu Jinyi" was no longer the name; instead, it was that hoodlum. He muttered to himself, "So that's not it after all."
The boy was baffled by what was said. He had initially intended to retort, but instantly lost interest. However, he did find the other person less boring.
A few minutes later, the investigators opened the door, and Jiang Zhi walked in, a coat draped over his arm. He went straight to Fang Chengyin in the corner and said, "Let's go home."
Fang Chengyin slowly raised his head, said nothing, and his expression showed some displeasure at seeing the newcomer.
Jiang Zhi squatted down and draped his coat over him. It felt icy cold to the touch, but he still said rudely, "Tsk, I'm here to bail you out out of kindness."
Fang Chengyin didn't really pay attention to him.
Jiang Zhi helped him pull his coat tighter: "Aren't you leaving?"
"My legs are numb, I can't stand up."
Jiang Zhi smiled, picked him up, and Fang Chengyin nestled in his arms, falling asleep within seconds.
Turning around and seeing the boy's prying eyes, Jiang Zhi gave him a cold look. "Your brother asked me to take you out with me."
The boy reluctantly followed, asking, "Where is he?"
"They're probably still cleaning up your mess. After all, you beat someone so badly their nose was crooked, it wouldn't be right not to go to the hospital and apologize."
The boy sensed the sarcasm in Jiang Zhi's words, and anger welled up in his eyes again. Seeing the people standing by the vehicles outside the investigation bureau, his anger intensified.
Zhong Qiqian walked over, his already handsome face covered in dust. He had just finished resolving Jiang Zhi's unsold apples problem before rushing to deal with the bullying incident involving his half-brother Zhong Qiyue. Now he had come to pick someone up, but the other party was ungrateful.
This burden brought by her stepmother was indeed placed upon her.
Zhong Qiyue, hands in his pockets, asked, "Where's Uncle Luo?"
Uncle Luo is the Zhong family's driver, and he is usually responsible for picking him up and dropping him off at school, although he has only picked him up a few times.
Zhong Qiqian glanced at him, thanked Jiang Zhi, and then frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Chengyin?"
Jiang Zhi replied dismissively, "She's asleep."
Zhong Qiqian was still worried and wanted to say something more, but Jiang Zhi interrupted, "Young Master Zhong, don't be greedy and want more." After saying that, he deliberately glanced at Zhong Qiyue.
Zhong Qiqian looked alarmed; he hadn't lost his composure like this in a long time.
Jiang Zhi smiled meaningfully, placed Fang Chengyin on the three-wheeled fruit cart, and then went around to the front to start the vehicle.
Watching the car drive away, Zhong Qiqian suppressed his emotions, regaining his decisive and efficient demeanor as the eldest young master of the Zhong family, and opened the passenger door: "Let's go home."
Zhong Qiyue stood rooted to the spot: "Where's Uncle Luo?" he asked arrogantly.
Zhong Qiqian's eyes darkened, and he reached out to pull him. Zhong Qiyue resisted, but he was no match for the other's skill and was quickly shoved into the passenger seat.
Zhong Qiyue quipped, "I didn't even know you were going to tell me what to do."
The car drove away from the main road and stopped in a deserted forest area, where the moonlight gently spread over the fallen leaves.
Zhong Qiqian unbuckled his seatbelt, turned his head and said coldly, "The school teachers said you skipped five classes this week, one a day. Today is Saturday, and you also beat up someone from the neighboring school."
Zhong Qiyue laughed, "I didn't expect it to get to you so quickly."
The lip piercing appeared as his lips opened and closed. Zhong Qiqian looked on angrily and said, "You have to be completely restored to your original state by tomorrow."
"No." Zhong Qiyue experienced the pleasure of disobeying for the first time; seeing Zhong Qiqian angry was just too amusing. But he never expected that he would go too far this time.
Zhong Qiqian pulled him close, "Zhong Qiyue, if you're going to bully someone, at least pick a time!"
Following the exposure of Liu Jinyi's bullying incident, a large number of bullying incidents suddenly emerged across the country, and local education bureaus have launched investigations.
If Jiang Zhi hadn't informed them today, tomorrow the only thing appearing on television would have been the Zhong family, the iron-fisted semiconductor tyrants.
Zhong Qiyue knew exactly what time it was, but he did it on purpose. He hadn't seen Zhong Qiqian for a month. A month ago, he helped him with the boarding school procedures and then disappeared. How could he not teach him a lesson? He leaned close to Zhong Qiqian's ear and chuckled, "Dear brother, do you really not know that I did it on purpose?"
Zhong Qiqian paused for a moment, then let go, only to have his tie grabbed by the other man.
A gust of wind rose, and fallen leaves covered the people huddled together inside the car.
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