Chapter 257 Ending
After Yu Chengbai left, Cheng Zhengze sat alone in the living room for a long time.
The servant didn't dare to go forward to disturb them. He came in, took a few looks, and then quietly left.
Until dawn, the sky outside became brighter and brighter.
There were footsteps on the stairs, the crisp sound of high heels on marble. Cheng Zhengze turned around and saw his wife holding Eng's hand and coming down the stairs. She was holding a schoolbag in her other hand, slightly bent over, smiling and whispering something to Eng.
Eng didn't find her annoying and kept nodding vigorously.
Cheng Zhengze is very busy at work and rarely takes care of household affairs. The housekeeper said that Enge gets along very well with this "stepmother" and always listens to her.
"Mr. Cheng?"
Mrs. Cheng was a little surprised to see him, then smiled gently at him: "Good morning, are you going to work too?"
After being married for several years, they spend very little time together and their daily communication is almost zero.
They claim to be husband and wife, but in reality they are so polite that they don't even seem to be living under the same roof.
Cheng Zhengze looked at her seriously and began to think about his memories of this woman. He thought about her attitude when they first got married, her reaction when she saw a son after she got married, and her life in these years when she was a widow with almost no husband...
After thinking about it carefully, Cheng Zhengze realized that everything had a traceable path.
A woman who was arranged for a political marriage by her father, she did not break down, cry, become numb and despair, and she was not worried at all that her future husband would be a beast like her father.
It was as if I already knew what kind of person my future husband would be...
She showed unlimited tolerance and love to her stepson who had no blood relationship with her, and worked very hard to manage a marriage with only a son but no husband.
It was as if she had already made plans to live without a husband...
During her many years of marriage, she tried hard to be a timid and invisible person in front of her husband, and became the beautiful, simple and pitiful vase wife in everyone's mouth.
"Mr. Cheng, I'm taking Eng to school. Goodbye."
As usual, she didn't pay much attention to Cheng Zhengze, and naturally didn't notice the inquiring look that Cheng Zhengze always gave her. After seeing that Eng had greeted her father, he prepared to go out as usual.
Cheng Zhengze suddenly said: "Ailvia."
It was her name. This was almost the first time Cheng Zhengze called out this name after all these years of marriage.
Alvia was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect him to call her. She turned around and asked in confusion, "Mr. Cheng, you called me?"
"come over."
Alvia looked at Engel beside her, and Engel also felt strange. He knew that Alvia was not his biological mother, and he also knew that their relationship was average.
His uncle told him that his father and mother had a political marriage.
He asked his uncle what a political marriage was. His uncle stroked his chin and thought carefully for ten seconds before telling him, "A political marriage is when two people have no feelings for each other but must marry for the sake of profit. They may not love each other, but they may also be friends."
His uncle rubbed his little face and asked him with a smile: "Do you like Alvia?"
He nodded vigorously and said loudly: "I like it!"
"I like it too." His uncle tapped his little nose, "But your father doesn't like it. Marrying Alvia is to help her. This is a political marriage."
It was Elvia who took care of Engel's daily life for so many years, but Cheng Zhengze was not a hands-off boss. He always took out a week in a month to accompany Engel.
He is indifferent to outsiders, but he is not the kind of strict and authoritarian father.
Except for matters of principle, Engel was rarely criticized harshly.
Enge hasn't had any communication with his parents for so many years, especially his father, who can count the number of words he has said to his mother on one hand.
Seeing him suddenly call Ailvia, she thought he knew that Ailvia had covered up for him getting into a fight at school a few days ago, so she immediately let go of Ailvia's hand, ran forward, and asked Cheng Zhengze: "Dad, are you calling me?"
Cheng Zhengze didn't look at him, his eyes still on the other person, and called again: "Ailvia, come here."
Alvia blinked blankly, walked up to him and stood still, folded her hands, placed them elegantly in front of her, and said, "Mr. Cheng, you called me."
Cheng Zhengze raised one hand, palm facing up, and said, "Hand."
Alvia looked at Engel, and Engel looked at her in confusion.
The mother and son stared at each other blankly for a few seconds, then simultaneously shrugged and raised their eyebrows, revealing strange expressions, as if silently complaining -
Your dad/your husband is being weird today.
Alvia stretched out her hand, but instead of placing it on Cheng Zhengze's hand, she covered his palm from a few centimeters away.
She was probably planning to go to a dance or have afternoon tea with some lady after sending Engel to school. She was wearing a clean white dress, her shiny black hair was neatly combed, and she had a pair of gloves of the same color on her hands.
Cheng Zhengze said: "Take off the gloves."
After Alvia exchanged a glance with Engel, she obediently took off her gloves, revealing a pair of snow-white, slender hands.
Cheng Zhengze didn't wait for her to ask any questions. He just held her right hand and turned her hand over with the palm facing up.
Then he carefully touched the palm and fingertips of her hand and felt a thin layer of calluses that were no longer noticeable.
Alvia explained: "My father didn't like me, so I had to do some chores since I was a child, such as sewing and washing clothes. I would also take an axe to the jungle to chop some wood to make small toys. At that time, no one felt sorry for me, and I had a lot of calluses on my hands."
She is introverted and always smiles shyly when she sees strangers, but she is okay when facing Cheng Zhengze, and her shyness is more like gentleness.
Alvia smiled and said, "Thank goodness I met Mr. Cheng. Now I can have such a happy life."
After saying that, she quickly added, "But please rest assured, Mr. Cheng, I am a very self-aware person. I will never covet things that are not mine. When you find Eng's biological mother, your wife, in the future, I will definitely return Mrs. Cheng's position to you."
"Self-awareness?"
Cheng Zhengze seemed stunned for a moment, his voice as cold as usual, but he seemed to laugh lightly: "It's not yours, you won't have any delusions?"
Alvia seemed to notice that something was wrong with him today.
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, she found that the other party was holding it very tightly, and because of her movement to pull her hand back, the grip was getting tighter and tighter.
She couldn't help but frowned, looked up at him, and said in the same gentle voice with a hint of timidity: "Mr. Cheng, Enge is going to be late for class."
Cheng Zhengze directly called the housekeeper, looked at Enge, and said, "My wife has something to do today, York, you take Enge to school."
York nodded, "Yes, sir."
Before Enge could react, York had already carried him out. He only had time to call out "Dad".
Silence returned to the living room.
Cheng Zhengze's gaze fell on the person in front of him, as if he wanted to see if she would confess something herself.
Suddenly, Alvia's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.
One of her hands was still being held tightly by Cheng Zhengze, who was sitting on the sofa, and she looked like she was frightened and fell to the ground.
"Mr. Cheng, I...did I accidentally make a mistake? Or did I say something wrong?"
"No."
"Then why...?" Alvia raised her head, her eyelashes wet, and she was crying.
"Do you have anything to say to me, Alvia?" Cheng Zhengze held her trembling hand.
Alvia shook her head vigorously, as if she was really scared. Just like the timid character she had shown for many years, she kept shaking her head: "No, Mr. Cheng, I don't know what I did wrong. Every day I just send Eng to school, and then..."
Cheng Zhengze ignored her crying. He looked at the calluses on her palms and fingertips and asked, "Mrs. Cheng, don't you find it cumbersome to wear gloves every day when practicing with a spear and a sword?"
Alvia didn't react at all and continued to cry timidly and fearfully.
There is nothing to ask.
The confrontation that day ended with Alvia crying so hard that she could hardly breathe. After Cheng Zhengze came out of the living room, the servant immediately ran in and nervously helped Alvia up from the ground, who was almost fainting.
The next morning, when Cheng Zhengze went out to meet Ning Yan, he saw Cheng Jin who was supposed to be studying at school.
He opened the car door, got in, sat next to her, frowned, and said, "Brother, even if you have no feelings for Alvia, you can't abuse her!"
Cheng Zhengze didn't say anything and the car started.
After arriving at the hotel, Cheng Jin, who had been asking Cheng Zhengze what he had said to Alvia yesterday and why Alvia had cried so hard, finally stopped talking until Ning Yan appeared in his sight.
He had clearly come here specifically for the appointment, and it was he who had proposed it, but Cheng Jin didn't understand why his brother hadn't gone out.
Now he still says Ning Yan is not his sister-in-law.
He also said that it was not Yu Chengbai who stole the love, but himself?
Is his brother really okay?
"Xiao Jin." Cheng Zhengze suddenly called him.
"Hmm? What's wrong, bro?"
"What did you feel when you first met Ning Yan?"
"She's pretty, and very skilled. He even taught me how to rob and use a butterfly knife." Cheng Jin thought about it and seemed to really like her, so his tone was full of regret. "So she's really not my sister-in-law?"
Cheng Zhengze asked in return: "Do you think Engel might have been born to a man?"
Cheng Jin opened his mouth, but still insisted on his original point of view: "Maybe he is a woman disguised as a man? Isn't that how Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai played out?"
"Do you think he is gentle?" Cheng Zhengze turned to look at him.
"Gentle. When he and his friend covered my mouth and hid under the bed, he was afraid I would hit my head and even used his hand to block the bed for me. So I think the word 'gentle' may not be able to describe him at first glance, but he is gentle."
"Do you like him?"
"Yes, I do. It's hard to dislike someone who is so gentle, powerful, and good-looking, right?" Cheng Jin held his chin with both hands and smiled confidently. "Just like me in school, everyone likes me very much because I'm smart, brave, and righteous. Most importantly, I'm rich and generous!"
"He works for the NCA."
Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, then quickly exclaimed, "That's amazing! I heard it's hard to get into this unit!"
Cheng Zhengze asked him: "Do you want to work there in the future?"
"No," he said without hesitation. "I like painting. I want to be an artist. The kind that will be displayed on the wall of our school after I die, and everyone will mention me as "wow, that handsome master who can paint so well!"
Cheng Zhengze looked at him and said, "You've been very talented in sports since you were young. When you were 17, I taught you how to shoot a gun, and you were better than York. You learned grappling in just one month, and you're better than others who have studied for years."
Cheng Jin interrupted him: "But brother, no one says that if you are good at something, you will definitely like it."
Cheng Zhengze was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly without saying a word.
Cheng Jin continued, "Just like when I went to teach in rural areas with my seniors, many children could cook at a very young age. You could say they're good at it, but do they really enjoy it? Maybe they do, but is it possible that they only enjoy it because there are so few options for them to choose from?"
After a long while, Cheng Zhengze smiled and said softly, "You are right."
Cheng Jin also smiled, "Right? I really like reading, painting, and anything that is full of artistic atmosphere."
He turned his head to look outside. The young man with long pink hair had been waiting for nearly three hours and finally broke through the defense.
I couldn't hear any sound through the glass, but judging from his mouth shape and facial expression, he must be complaining to the person on the phone.
He called Cheng Zhengze a beast for standing him up, and called himself an idiot for waiting so long.
Cheng Jin said worriedly, "He seems to be cursing our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-grandparents. Brother, are you really not going to go out and apologize? Will he shoot you next time we meet?"
Cheng Zhengze said: "He is in the cybercrime department of the NCA and does not carry a gun."
"But he used to be the best killer. It would be easy for him to steal a gun, right? Let's go out and apologize. Just say we were stuck in traffic."
Cheng Zhengze's cell phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was the butler York. When he answered, he heard York's anxious and panicked voice: "Sir! The mistress is missing! Both the mistress and the young master are missing! The servant went in to wake the mistress up this morning, but she wasn't there. Also, sir, your safe has been opened!"
"All the cash and gold inside are gone!"
"Sir! Have the Madam and the Young Master been kidnapped?!"
Cheng Zhengze's excessive calmness formed a sharp contrast with York's excessive excitement, as if the missing wife and son and the cash and gold in the safe belonged to York, not his.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
He stood up, and Cheng Jin also stood up, and said in panic: "Ailvia and Engel are missing? What happened? Did you beat her yesterday, so she went back to her mother..."
Cheng Zhengze interrupted: "I didn't hit her."
Cheng Jin was puzzled: "Then why did he suddenly disappear? With so many bodyguards at home, how could a kidnapper sneak in?"
"I'll go back and deal with it." Cheng Zhengze turned around, took one last look at Ning Yan who was still passionately talking on the microphone outside, and said to Cheng Jin who was about to go back with him, "You stay and help me apologize to him."
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Cheng Jin looked up in shock, pointed at himself, then at Ning Yan, who was outside as irritable as a Tibetan mastiff about to lose control, and said in confusion: "Me?"
Cheng Zhengze had already taken the car keys from the driver, and after instructing the driver and bodyguard to follow him, he said, "Yes, you go."
"Why? Bro, I'm going to get beaten!"
"No, he's gentle."
"What can't you do? Why didn't you tell me to go earlier? Now I've been leaving others alone for so long, he will really beat me to death...Brother? Brother!!"
Cheng Zhengze had already opened the door and walked out.
There was no choice, Cheng Jin picked up the unfinished wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
After giving himself courage, he took a deep breath, opened the door and rushed to the terrace outside with a fearless attitude.
Ning Yan was cursing at Yu Chengbai on the other end of the phone. Yu Chengbai was still on his way. He wanted to say a few words to comfort him, but he couldn't find a place to interrupt. He didn't dare to ask him to stop swearing, for fear that he would be implicated.
As he was cursing, the voice suddenly stopped.
Yu Chengbai was surprised and called out to him, "Ayan?"
No answer.
The call was hung up.
"Something happened at my brother's home, so I couldn't make it, so I came to tell you." Cheng Jin smiled brightly, but he was actually so nervous that he was rubbing his fingers frantically. He tried to make himself appear more sincere and not guilty.
Otherwise, you might really get beaten.
After all, I left others hanging for almost three hours.
Ning Yan looked at him without saying a word. His face no longer showed the look of him yelling and cursing into the phone just now. He seemed to be just like what Cheng Jin had said just now - gentle.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Cheng Jin became even more nervous and immediately put up three fingers: "I swear my brother didn't mean to not come. Elvy...my sister-in-law took the child home, and my brother is very worried! Really!"
"fine."
Ning Yan still looked at him, but this time she stopped swearing and swearing. She looked like a gentle beauty that suited his appearance very well.
He looks at people with great concentration and seriousness.
"Xiao Jin, please sit down." Ning Yan put the phone on the table, supported his cheek with one hand, and smiled at him.
Cheng Jin blinked, not knowing if it was an illusion, but when he sat down, he seemed to see his hand tremble when he put down the phone.
"Are you still studying?"
"right."
"What are you studying?"
"Art, like painting and drawing. Sometimes I help my teacher organize exhibitions."
"Wow, that's impressive. Are you busy? Are you tired?"
"No, it's very relaxing and fun. By the way, our school is having an exhibition next month. Do you want to come and see it?"
"May I?"
"Of course!"
They actually met here half a year ago.
I thought it was our first meeting, but in fact we were old friends meeting but didn't recognize each other.
Someone will find ways to make up for the long-awaited reunion that fate has owed us.
If once is not enough, then twice.
——End of the full text——
(Don’t go, there’s a special chapter about Beijing F4 tomorrow, and I haven’t finished writing about my favorite F4 yet!)
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