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Chapter 145 - The woman in red
He Yu, Xie Qingcheng, and Chen Man were the only ones who were alone
in the hospital and could not be informed of the situation at the airport.

He was talking to the Dean about something.

The dean said, "The cure for this shouldn't be very slow to configure, not
like the one you've been working on for 'her', which is still ......... after
several years "

Xie Qingcheng was about to say something when his phone suddenly
vibrated.

When he looked, it was a message from He Yu.

He immediately said to the dean, "Hold on, I'll return a message."

Dean pondered, "Who is it? You didn't used to reply to your wife's
messages that quickly ......"

Xie Qingcheng gave him a stare that was like a bayonet.

Dean: "...... pretend I didn't ask."

Xie Qingcheng explained anyway, "I've got business here, news of the
case."

When he finished, he clicked on WeChat and opened a chat box with He

Yu.

He Yu: " Huang Zhilong is dead."

Xie Qingcheng was shocked by the shocking content. He had so many

secrets in him, how could he die so easily?

A second message came in: "Critical, he's taking hostages and has to be
shot."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't stand the thought of He Yu sending messages one

by one, he was very impatient in this respect and he messaged He Yu
straight back: " Where is Jiang Liping? How is she?"
--

"The police bells were spinning frantically as a huge convoy of vehicles

with police lights wailed towards the Huzhou Public Security Bureau.

In one of the cars was Jiang Liping, who kept his head down and was
silent.

Jiang Liping is not dead.

Huang Zhilong's shot was not as accurate, and the bullet he fired ended
up grazing Jiang Liping's body, only hitting the bulletproof glass wall of the
airport not far in front of her.

At this moment, her face is splattered with blood and her eyes are slightly
slack, as if she is heavily preoccupied and has not yet recovered from the
shock.

Despite the fact that it's all over and Huang Zhilong is dead, Jiang Liping's
mood still seems somehow not too high.

She was even a little lost.

After the police gave her a simple bandage, she said faintly, "Thank you."

Then asked again, "Can I have a cigarette?"

The policeman didn't have a woman's cigarette on him, so he had to ask

his colleague for a man's cigarette and handed it to her.

"Do you mind?"

"Don't mind, male and female alike."

Jiang Liping said, lighting the fire with a click, moving closer to light it and
taking a slow drag.

The young policeman looked at her with a look of seven parts measuring
and three parts awe: "I heard that you are the informant who has been
secretly contacting Zheng Jingfeng before?"

Jiang Liping grunted, with a look that could not be described as either
aloof or arrogant.
The young policeman heartily exclaimed, "That's awesome ...... we always
thought it was a guy ......"

Jiang Liping glanced at him with a look that resembled ice. She added
vaguely with her cigarette in her mouth, "I told you, it's the same for both
men and women."

"Sis, that's not what I meant ......" the young cop was a little embarrassed
and waved his hands, "I mean, that, you're very

Awesome, better than many informants ......"

Jiang Liping cut him off, cigarette in hand: "Can I borrow your phone to
play a song?"

"Ohhhh, okay yah."

Although Jiang Liping was an informant, she did commit many previous
crimes, her personal means of communication were seized and one hand
was handcuffed to the window grill of a police car.

But she was well received by the police, and they knew that without her,
Huang Zhilong's kill would never have been so easy.

The young policeman handed her the phone.

"Thanks." Jiang Liping took it, clicked on the music playing software, tuned
to a nursery rhyme and started playing it.

"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child,
don't tell her, everyone ......"

The police officers looked at each other with goose bumps, wondering why
Jiang Liping would suddenly play a song that had only been used in
previous killings.

"Don't worry." As if sensing their unease, Jiang Liping said lightly, "I don't
want to kill anyone."

She closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat.

"The one I most wanted to kill with my own hands is dead ......"

During the song, she actually looked a little countenanced, and then
slowly became calm again.
The song, which the police officers involved in the Canton Tower and
Cheng Kang cases found so treacherous, really seemed like a simple
nursery rhyme to Jiang Liping. She just fell into a long-ago memory with
the song ......

"Sun Ping! You stupid pig! You hold us back on every quiz!"

The old and humble village school building comes back to life in
memories.

Because the days are so painful and monotonous, everything is black and
white.

Her name wasn't Jiang Liping then. Her name was Sun Ping and she went
to the Hope High School in Yi Village.

She was not too bright and often finished at the bottom of the table and
suffered a lot of ridicule as a result.

"It's so annoying ......"

"Look at that stupid look on her face."

She was the most unpopular student in the class and nine times out of ten
when the school organized a handkerchief throwing activity in PE, she was
the one who got the hanky thrown at her.

She ran in panic, not very fast because of her stunted growth, and the
way she scrambled up and fled like a startled bird could cause laughter
among her classmates.

"Run faster, Sun Ping."

"Look at her legs, you guys, they look like bamboo sticks."

"She's like one of those plague chickens we keep at home!"

Sun Ping doesn't know why she didn't give up. Each time she was bullied
in this way, but each time she gritted her teeth and, like a weak but
defiant bean sprout, rose from the ground in ashes, puffed up her breath
and stumbled forward amidst a chorus of face-burning jeers.
The end result is often a lumbering flop to the ground. The old
playground, paved with coal ballast, choked her with a nose full of dust -
the sky, the land, the people ...... in the dust, everything was dim.

Until there was a delicate flash of red that appeared in the young girl's
field of vision.

It was a very pretty woman, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a
British but languid and flirtatious look in her brow. She wore sunglasses,
sexy red high heels, a chic curly perm and a swing neck V

The red dress is wrapped in a million different ways, and the million
different ways are filled with a waist that is not too small.

Jiang Liping did not have a clear idea of what "beauty" meant at that time.

But at that moment, her heart was still struck by the beauty of this
stalwart and enchanting look at the same time.

Surrounded by people, the woman arrived at the playground and saw

Jiang Liping, who had dropped his handkerchief halfway to the ground.
She flexed her fingers and removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of
classical charmed Danfeng eyes: "Does it hurt?"

"No, no ......" Jiang Liping felt so stupid and ugly that in front of the swan,
the ugly duckling just wanted to find a crack in the ground.

The woman smiled when she saw her stuttering and she offered her hand,
"Little girl, let me help you up."

That was the first time Jiang Liping saw her -

Wife of Huang Zhilong.

Jin Xiuhe.

Jin Xiu He is indeed the headmaster of the Yi Village Ren Heng Hope
Secondary School, but unlike what Xie Qingcheng and the others first
suspected, Jin Xiu He is not aware of her husband's actions, she is a very
kind woman, and she was originally in charge of running the school to
provide a better learning environment for the young people in the village
and give them more opportunities to learn. The school was originally set
up by her with the aim of providing a better learning environment and
more learning opportunities for young people in the villages.
It was Huang Zhilong who, knowing his wife's plans, had a plan to use the
school to scout out suitable criminal targets for himself.

At the time, Jin Xiuhe did not know that she had been entrusted with the
wrong person, but when she saw how keen her husband was to help her,
he not only offered to help her raise funds and recruit teachers, but also
helped her go to the village and mobilize villagers to send their children to
the school. She was very touched in her heart.

This gives her more time to devote to her educational work.

"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief ......"

When Jin Xiuhe was headmaster, he used to stand under the paulownia
tree by the playground and watch them play with a smile on his face.

"Teacher Kim! I found a four-leaf clover and I'm giving it to you!"

"Principal Kim Principal Kim, I've caught a little butterfly, do you like it?"

Her family was an official family, and she married a man of high social
status, but she had long since grown tired of the business and political
activities of the metropolis, and the finest gifts she received at dinner
parties were not as precious as the little flowers and plants that these
children gave her with smiling, innocent faces.

The human heart is able to feel the human heart.

Her compassion has also been rewarded with genuine admiration from her
students.

One of the girls she liked best was Jiang Liping at the time.

Knowing that they could be seen in the playground from the window of
the headmaster's office, knowing that Principal Kim would sometimes
come out of her office with a girl's cigarette in her mouth and smile as she
watched her children play, Jiang Liping practiced his running and slowly
transformed himself from an ugly duckling who could only fall to the
ground in a mess to one who could at least jump nimbly and win the
headmaster's crunching applause. The student.

When the handkerchief tossing song ended and Jiang Liping won easily
over the other students, she smiled and turned back to the beautiful
woman.
Since childhood, no one has ever recognized Jiang Liping.

Headmaster Kim was the first teacher who encouraged her and praised
her.

How important is the approval of a teacher to a student? That might make

a bright red out of gray, that might make a star shine out of a dark night,
that might be

The one that can change a person's life.

So when Jin Xiuhe smiles, Jiang Liping feels that he is not tired after
school, no matter how hard he has to suffer or how far he has to run.

She didn't want to let her teacher down.

"Mr. Kim, why are you smoking?"

As Jiang Liping and Jin Xiuhe grew closer, Jiang Liping would sometimes
take the initiative to help clean Principal Jin's office. The young girl was
curious and had never seen the world before, so she asked Jin Xiuhe.

Headmaster Kim: "I had gone abroad to study before and was under so
much pressure with my coursework that I picked up the habit at that
point."

"I thought men were the only ones who smoked."

Jin Xiuhe knocked the ashes from his cigarette and said faintly, "It's the
same for both men and women."

Her lips pursed sensuously as she said this, her pretty eyes gazing out of
the window at the rolling hills, the sunlight tracing a golden rim over her
face.

In its softness is an indescribable rigidity.

"So can I try?"

"No, you're still young, and smoking is bad for your health." Headmaster
Kim turned around and handed her a candy, "Here, have this."

Jiang Liping took it cautiously and asked again, "When will I become like
Mr. Kim?"
"Study hard and get out of this mountain and then you will all become
much better people than me."

Jiang Liping looked at her silhouette and said softly, "There is no one
better than you."

"Thank you, you have changed so many lives."

Time flies and Jiang Liping has graduated.

She had gotten into a very good school and was going to study in
Shanghai. On the day of her graduation, Jin Xiuhe called her into his office
and gave the young girl a beautifully wrapped gift box.

The box was unwrapped and inside was a beautifully crafted red dress.

"Congratulations Apple, you're a big girl. I know you like the way I dress,
and when I went to Hong Kong on business, I chose one for you, it's a girly
style, I hope you like it."

Jin Xiuhe smiled and stood by the window and spoke to her.

The flowers outside the window are in beautiful bloom, filling the
branches.

"I knew that you would grow up to be a good girl who is both smart and
kind."

Jiang Liping was filled with joy and tears of gratitude filled her eyes as she
held the gift box and bowed repeatedly to Jin Xiuhe, promising that she
would behave properly and study hard from now on, and that she would
never let down Mr. Jin's expectations.

But she had no idea that it would be the last gift she would receive from
her teacher.

Jiang Liping returned home in time to embroider a painting of the Spring

Festival, which she wanted to give to her teacher as a gift in return for her
departure. She worked day and night on it, but her parents had left early,
so no one bothered to stay up all night, and the work was finally finished
after a week of work.

She wanted to give it to Principal Kim first, so she didn't care that it was
already late at night, and it was already after ten o'clock, she rushed the
ten miles to the school dormitory to present the gift.
As a result, she saw Jin Xiuhe arguing with a man.

"You tell me clearly today! Where the hell did those students go?"

Who is that man?

Jiang Liping did not see it coming.

She had just pushed the door to Jiang Liping's room open by one

The slit, then a water glass flew head-on, smashing against the door and
shattering it, scaring her into standing still and not daring to move again.

The person who threw the cup was Principal Kim, the man standing with
his back to the door, a very tall, mountainous figure.

"I have explained to you that we are going for acting training, and you
understand that after joining this kind of company, there will be less
contact with the outside world, so there is no missing persons case. You
must not listen to the gossip outside."

"Hu Chuan cooperation?" Jin Xiu He narrowed his eyes and took a step
closer to the man who spoke.

She slapped the table.

"Do you think I'm really stupid after having a baby? Do you think I'm just
going to ignore everything and teach here in the countryside, not listening
to anything outside my ears, and believe whatever you say? Look for
yourself! Look at what the fuck this is!"

A wad of paper was flung towards the man with a clatter.

The man picked it up and flipped through page after page.

After a few pages he stopped flipping.

I don't know if it was a child's sixth sense, but Jiang Liping caught a whiff
of something very scary in that sudden silence.

A ghostly, creepy encounter.

The man put the stack of papers away, approached Jin Xiuhe with his head
down, and placed the papers on the edge of her table.
The woman in red stared at him with the utmost indignation, her gaze a
mixture of resentment and hatred that pierced him like a needle, "What?
Do you have anything else to explain?"

The man hung his face, "If you already knew all that, why didn't you go
talk to your parents?"

"They're in their eighties, do you want me to gaslight them?! And I want to

hear a word of truth from you! You tell me if all the information on this is
true! Are you doing this ...... this ...... with that Australian underground"
She clutched one of the papers, her hands shaking with anger, then balled
it up and threw it violently at the man's face.

"This kind of heartlessness, did you do it!!!"

The paper ball bounced off the man's shoulder, rolled forward and rolled
to the edge of the doorway.

Jiang Liping saw it ......

There was a picture of a young girl dismembered there!!!

She dropped to the floor in a flash!

The light shifted in the doorway, and it was the man who walked closer to
Jin Xiuhe again: "I can't say whether I feel relieved or sorry ...... since you
have all that evidence and are still willing to come and ask me for a word
of truth. Jin Xiuhe: These is my doing."

"You-!"

"But there was nothing I could do about it. I don't want to be an ordinary
teacher at school anymore, all of them look down on me and despise my
talent, and when I go to your house on New Year's Eve, your parents give
me nothing but a perfunctory and disgusted face. I've had enough of that.
You know I was once the best student in my village, I was the golden
phoenix from the henhouse - I was not meant to be ordinary, I wanted to
soar, do you think you can soar as a teacher? Being a teacher doesn't do
anything!"

A resounding slap to the face.

Jin Xiuhe slapped the man across the face.

She spat, shaking all over: "Bullshit! --A good teacher can change the lives
of many people, that's why

That's why I had to come here to be a headmaster instead of living a good

life in the city! But what about you? What are you doing? You're killing
people! You're committing a crime!!! You are ...... worse than a dog ...... I
can't believe ...... I trusted you before ...... and let you take so many
students off my hands ......"

She couldn't help but shudder as she spoke.

"You took so many students off my hands ...... they all ...... they all ......"

The man said softly, "That was a sacrifice that had to be made. What we
did wasn't completely unconscionable, it wasn't drug dealing/drug
trafficking or pure human trafficking, that Australian organization, if you
knew anything about it, you'd know that it was a scientific organization, all
for the sake of more remarkable results, as long as -"

"As long as?" Jin Xiuhe snapped, "As long as?!!!"

"......"

"Are you crazy! That's human life! Live human lives!"

"That's just a bunch of orphans living at the bottom of the ladder, like
crickets."

The man tried to go over and hold her to calm her down.

But Jin Xiuhe pushed him away as if he had run into a ghost.

"You're crazy ...... you animal ...... you're completely crazy ...... I'm going
to call the police... ...I'm going to the police!!!"

Their argument erupted violently, and just then -

Jiang Liping saw the man pull out a knife from behind his back.

--This man was armed with a murder weapon.

From the moment he entered the house, he had this weight of

anticipation.
She didn't even have time to scream before the man's knife was already
swinging down towards her!!!

Blood splattered out!

With this cut, it was like the chains of the devil had been opened.

The man clamped down on Jin Xiuhe, beating her, stabbing her and tying
her up ......

The house was in chaos as the two men wrestled from one side to the
other.

She was about to rush out to save her when Jin Xiuhe, beaten to death,
suddenly looked up and saw her through the door.

At that moment, the marrow of the bones felt like it had turned to ice.

Jin Xiuhe's head was smashed and blood dripped all over her face, except
for those beautiful, arrogant eyes that Jiang Liping could still recognize as
her teacher.

The woman's red dress is on the ground, trampled and torn like a
crumpled rose.

Jiang Liping stood behind the door and stared at Jin Xiuhe, his mind
buzzing for a while, unable to say a word, the woman in his vision
gradually blurred and became clearer.

She was holding the picture of a thousand violets welcoming spring that
she was going to give to her teacher, and she watched it with her eyes
wide open.

She saw Jin Xiuhe's bloodstained lips murmur and move, repeating a few
words wordlessly.

She thought at first that she was begging for mercy or crying out in pain,
yet after a few times she realized that her eyes were focused entirely on
herself behind the door.

Jin Xiuhe in saying: get out of here ......

Get out of here.

Those were the last words her teacher left her.

Before Jiang Liping could react, the burly man raised his knife once again
and stabbed Jin Xiuhe in the back!

It is very quiet.

So quiet that even a

When a pin fell on the ground, it sounded like a thunderclap.

A few seconds later, Jin Xiu He fell to the ground without a word, his face
covered in blood ......

Boom.

Fall to the ground.

......

Jiang Liping thought for a long time afterwards that he was dreaming.

It was all too absurd for a child to have this happen. She simply could not
understand why anyone would have the idea or the ability to kill Jin Xiuhe.

The only thing clear in the nightmare was the last thing she saw, the face
of the man at the head of the group -

That is Jin Xiuhe's husband.

Huang Zhilong.

Huang Zhilong has killed ...... Huang Zhilong has killed someone! He killed
his wife! He killed her teacher! He killed their teacher!!! Jiang Liping was
so naive at the time that the first thing she did, after she had fought her
way out of her stupor, was to go to the Qingli County police station and
report the crime. She went mad, hissed, complained, and described
incoherently.

"Murder ...... is all blood ...... was killed by Huang Zhilong ...... he killed his
wife... ...he killed my teacher ...... It's him! It was Huang Zhilong! It's
Huang Zhilong! Go and check it out! There must be evidence! It's in that
room! There must be blood! There's blood! You can test for DNA!

But the local black net was so thick that her movement was like a moth
falling into a spider's web, and the police finally gave her a reply that
"Principal Jin suddenly became unwell and went back to Shanghai for
treatment, so where did the murder come from?"

She quickly realized the seriousness of the problem after receiving this
feedback.

She knew that she was being watched.

Jiang Liping reacted quickly, unlike Jin Xiuhe. Jin Xiuhe had been well
protected by her parents almost all her life, so she was not prone to
thinking the worst of people. Even when she saw a profile like Huang
Zhilong's, she did not go to the police first, but decided to ask her
husband first.

Jiang Liping, on the other hand, never had that much faith in humanity.
She knew that even this kind of unjust case could be suppressed, and that
she, as the complainant, could never stay in this small county. She quickly
fled Qingli County and went into hiding, sending out several anonymous
petitions, but the letters she sent to the police sank into the sea without a
response.

She didn't go back to her studies, and the painting of a million violets
welcoming spring has been carried in her arms, reminding her to avenge
Jin Xiuhe ......

It is unnecessary to say how much she has suffered and how many
dangers she has endured along the way.

She could have chosen to live a good life, but she couldn't forget the way
Ms. Kim fell in a pool of blood, couldn't forget the first time she saw her,
when she put her hand out to herself who had fallen in the mud and dust,
and she smiled so beautifully and said, "Little girl, let me pull you up."

This little girl had no parents, no family ...... and was left alone and
ridiculed. It was Jin Xiuhe who changed her otherwise obscure life and
gave her a way out of the mountain village. How could she forget that
murder? How could she let Jin Xiuhe not have peace of mind?

And so -

After so many years, so much suffering, so many names and so many

hardships, Jiang Liping has changed as she has fled again and again, as
she has traveled between black and white, as she has learned about the
deep waters behind them.
Gradually, from ignorance, to a city of hearts.

From frightened and confused, to fierce and humongous.

From...

...an ordinary undergraduate student who lurks into the dark side of
society.

Sun Ping is dead.

Jiang Liping emerges from the chrysalis with a lot of hatred, calculation
and experience, and then changes her face to become Huang Zhilong's
right-hand man!

She became a person within the organization.

She learns of more unsavory and dirty scandals.

As she becomes Huang Zhilong's backbone, she finally learns once and for
all how Huang Zhilong used the power of Australia's mysterious research
organization to lay the groundwork to cover up the shocking bloodstains
of that night.

After killing his wife, the man took Ren Heng High School under his wing
and soon afterwards, Huang Zhilong resigned from his job as a professor
and introduced Wang Jiankang to take his place.

He faked it well.

He faked it too well.

In front of everyone, he was always the affectionate Mr. Huang.

A picture of Jin Xiu He is always on the corner of the desk in the office.

"I met my wife when I was teaching. She was in the class next to mine at
the time, and when I first met her, she was in a hurry because she had to
attend a school play and had forgotten her uniform, so I went over and
lent her my work uniform - I was just teasing her at the time, and she
really broke into tears and said, "It's not like you can use the staff
uniform, Mr Wong, it's better to wear it fits best on you."

Against all odds, Jiang Liping, in her painted skin, has finally become
Huang Zhilong nearest and dearest. When she first came to Huang
Zhilong's office, Huang Zhilong saw her staring at Jin Xiuhe's picture and
explained with a smile.

He did not see Jiang Liping's knuckles tighten and turn white for a
moment.

"Chiang, you look beautiful in red too, just like her."

Jiang Liping thought her eyes would remain glued to the old photograph,
but she eventually averted her gaze, and she even smiled slightly towards
the man.

"It's good that Mr. Wong likes it."

And so she did, lurking in the Zhi Long Group.

A heart, full of blood and wounds.

Yet still lurking.

Every day she watched the man who killed Jin Xiuhe move in front of her
eyes, and how many times she watched them kill people and could not
stop them. She had to do her best to stifle the softness in her heart - she
could not show any vulnerability, not even in her sleep, not to say a word
that would make Huang Zhilong suspicious.

But even so, Huang Zhilong's defenses were so tight that Jiang Liping
never had the strongest evidence against her.

The more she learns about these people and the more she knows about
the truth behind the scenes, the more she feels she cannot be exposed so
easily. None of those in the black web were innocent as far as Jiang Liping
was concerned. She had to make them all pay in blood, and then - with
her own hands - kill that beast of a man.

She thought her hatred would not show half of it until the dust had
settled.

Until the Cheng Kang mental hospital case broke out and she came into
contact with this line that the organization had never let her near before,
and she learned that the mental hospital was hiding a man with a
different name.

"The deceased, Jiang Lanpei, was very important to Huang Zhilong."

The organization sent the mission file to her via internal summons.

"The old Liang house holds her original information, you have a few weeks
to get rid of it."

She had done the "cleaning" job so many times that she hadn't noticed at
first and had just taken the task file. As she walked, she glanced at it
casually, but in that moment, the sky fell apart and she almost stumbled
to the ground.

She saw ...... What did she see?!!!

She found her!

She thought she was long dead, but she never thought she was still alive!
Only when she found her, she was finally and completely turned into
ashes. ...... What goes around comes around! It's fate!

Jiang Liping is shaking and panting heavily.

--

The classified mission file that came from the organization had a few lines
clearly written on it.

The deceased is Jiang Lanpei.

Original name: Kim, Soo, Ho!!!

Chapter 146 - The Return

Jiang Liping was in a muddled state for several days after receiving the
assignment.

She couldn't believe it, but she had to.

The few sentences on the internal mission file, which she had read over
and over again, were almost perforated.

Jiang Lanpei ...... Jiang Lanpei ......

Is Jiang Lanpei a Jin Xiuhe?

It was as if that voice was all that was left in her head.

She mechanically prepares to kill Liang Jicheng's wife and son and to take
the original files belonging to Jiang Lanpei, which are kept in the Liang
family safe, with her.

The first to come home and grab the information was Liang Jicheng's wife.

Jiang Liping kills her and then, from her open filing cabinet, shakily
removes a stack of long-yellowed papers.

So she saw Jiang Lanpei's full and authentic profile, along with a photo
of ...... before she was given plastic surgery.

The woman in red held the pile of information, flipping through it page by
page, tears falling where no one knew the truth.

It's her. ......

It really is her!!!

Jiang Liping didn't know how much control he had to exert to gather his
emotions before Liang Jicheng's son returned.

She put the file, the paper with Jin Xiuhe's old photo on it, back in the file
folder, trembling, and pressed it against her chest.

She just stood there, frozen at the bottom of the stairs, in the shadows,
waiting for Liang Jicheng's son to come home and complete the second
killing she had been given by the organization.
Only during this short waiting time can she be " Sun Ping ", instead of "
Jiang Liping ".

Only then could she hold the pile of files, allowing the tears to flow down
her face without a sound, but in a spontaneous and unrestrained manner.

It hurts ...... it really hurts ...... it hurts too much ......

Why ...... did she not learn that she was not originally dead until nearly
twenty years later?

Why do such good people have to suffer so much?

Jiang Liping wept silently until she heard the panicked opening of the door
by Liang Jicheng's son, the sinful son who ran in and into her field of vision
and began to quickly search the archive bag ...... Then he noticed his
mother's body and he began to scream... ...

She just hates that he doesn't scream enough! Death to the pain!!!

She went out of the gloom, handed the pile of files over his back, and
sang, full of resentment and extremely morose, the song that belonged to
her memory of Jin Xiuhe, as if she were demanding life from these sinners
as Jin Xiuhe: "Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently
behind the little child, and let's not tell him ......"

"Is that what you're looking for?"

The man turns back - !

Bang!

She pressed the trigger.

For the first time since his fall from grace, Jiang Liping fired his first shot
with such determination and speed.

--She killed Liang Jicheng's son, and before she left the villa, she opened
the file for the last time and gazed at the yellowed pages of the
photograph belonging to Jin Xiuhe.
She knew that when she got out of this door and into the pick-up truck,
she would never again be able to show any semblance of true emotion.

She glanced deeply at the photograph.

And then close your eyes and

Putting the information back into her bag, her red dress swayed and she
strode out.

Later, Jiang Liping learned that Jin Xiuhe had been hand-delivered to
Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital by Huang Zhilong.

Huang Zhilong did not kill his wife that day, and as he was about to slice
her neck at the end, he saw her slowly raise her bloodied face, her eyes
filled with contempt and loathing.

His blade froze, and then he could be described as furious!

It was that look ...... that regarded him as mortar, the look that was
literally going to knock him back ......! It was the look that evoked the
jealousy and resentment he had accumulated over the years against his
wife's entire family.

He simply didn't want her to die ...... How easy would it be to die? How
painful it would be to die! So he thought of a more sinister trick, he
handed her over to the Liang brothers and asked them to change the
woman's name for her, and for the rest of her life, to make sure that she
was locked up in Cheng Kang Asylum, whether she died or lived had
nothing to do with him, the only requirement was that she could not be
found by anyone.

He knew it was the perfect place to dispose of the bodies or the victims
who were not dead, as it was a "loot warehouse" covered by the
organization.

Liang Jicheng and Liang Kangyong, who were already coveting Huang
Zhilong's wife, made Jin Xiuhe a tool for their personal desires when she
fell into their hands. Huang Zhilong did not care about this either.
Jin Xiuhe was a normal person when he was first admitted to Cheng Kang
Psychiatric Hospital.

Yet how does one distinguish a normal person from a mentally ill person in
a psychiatric hospital?

In 1887, a journalist called Nelly-Bly conducted a similar experiment. She

was a normal-thinking person who, by pretending to be crazy, was
admitted to the local mental hospital.

After that, Nelly found that the treatment at the home was brutal and the
nurses were extremely perfunctory in their care of the patients. When it
was decided that she was mentally ill, no matter how she explained it to
the nurses, they would treat her behavior as a symptom of a psychotic
episode. When she was honest with the doctors, saying "I'm a journalist
and I'm here to find out more about the situation", they thought her illness
had become more serious and she was treated in a more brutal way.

While Nelly's frightening adventure finally came to an end thanks to a

guarantee from the New York World, Jin Xiuhe was apparently not so lucky
more than 200 years later.

She was kept in a special ward, changed into a psychiatric uniform, and
introduced to everyone by the Liang brothers as suffering from severe
mental problems and being extremely aggressive.

Like Nelly back then, Jin Xiuhe was not believed by anyone, no matter
what she said or who she asked for help. The nurse was also careful when
changing her medication, perfunctory in what she said and then leaving
her room as fast as she could.

When everyone thinks she's a patient, she isn't and she is.

The Liang brothers gave her the "listening water" provided by the
organization in order to make her more controllable, and when the
organization needed to test the effectiveness of the listening water, this
woman became their test subject. The woman who lives in the asylum is a
madwoman named Jiang Lanpei, who cannot remember who she is. ......

In order to hold her more safely in their hands, the Liang brothers even
gave her several face-lifts while using her as a test subject.
Huang Zhilong was pleased to learn that the woman who emerged was
stiff and neurologically damaged.

Jin Xiuhe's parents were in poor health, bedridden and unwell, and both
sadly passed away shortly afterwards. Who else but his own parents
would really care whether Jin Xiuhe was dead or alive?

Looking at Jiang Lanpei's face today, even those who know her well would
not be able to recognize the face of Jin Xiuhe hidden beneath the plastic
surgery.

Huang Zhilong listened to the Liang brothers' report and was finally
completely at ease.

"She doesn't even remember what her name was, sometimes she pulls
the nurse and tells people to read properly, and when she sees the doctor
she asks how the children are doing, and when she has nothing else to do
she hums a handkerchief throwing song over there by herself, she draws a
window on the wall with chalk, and when she hums she looks at the fake
window, not knowing what she is looking at. When people asked her about
it, she would say something like, "Stand up."

Huang Zhilong: "It's still crazy."

"Yeah, there's just ...... one more thing ......"

"What?"

"A few students came to volunteer at the psychiatric hospital before and
Jiang Lanpei saw them. She was humming a song, but she became
emotional all of a sudden. We noticed that what caused her to overreact
was the school uniform those students were wearing." Liang Jicheng said
cautiously, "It was somewhat like the uniforms of Hu Chuan."

Huang Zhilong's pen paused as he wrote, his eyes glancing at the picture
of Jin Xiuhe he had placed in the corner of his desk for show. Jin Xiuhe had
become Jiang Lanpei, and much had been forgotten, but deep down she
must still remember her hatred for him, Huang Zhilong thought, and when
he looked back, the tip of his pen had already cut through the paper ......

.
"Toss, Toss, Toss the Handkerchief ......"

Inside the police car, Jiang Liping listens to the rhyme, reminiscing about
the past and, very briefly, talking to the officers about their experiences
back then.

The cigarette finished another one and she threw the butt away, her
expression half-mixed with loss and equanimity.

The officers listened to her account with a lot of sadness in their hearts.

Someone asked: "Jiang Lanpei changed into Xie Xue's clothes when she
killed Liang Jicheng, and our investigation has been directed at wondering
why she changed into women's clothes for a man, when in fact the key
was not women's clothes but the teacher's uniform of Hu Chuan... ... Jiang
Lanpei instinctively hated Huang Zhilong, an act that would have given
her a misplaced sense of being on a mission of revenge, wouldn't it?"

"I think so."

Someone else asked, "So you used Jiang Lanpei's death by a powerful
ghost in the Canton Tower case to create a countdown to the killings
because you wanted to kill those people for her, is that right?"

"That 's right."

Policeman: "Aren't you afraid that Huang Zhilong will find out if you do
this?"

Jiang Liping laughed coldly: "If you've been an animal for a long time,
you're not afraid of ghosts and gods. Huang Zhilong didn't believe in this,
and he never thought that the person who served him under his bed to
please him would be one of Jin Xiuhe's former students."

"What's more, given his character, he doesn't believe in favors in this

world, so naturally he doesn't suspect my relationship with Jin Xiuhe. He
also thought I had a good idea to scare Wang Jiankang and the others out
of their wits and to wrap up the Cheng Kang Hospital case once and for all
- how could he have imagined that a woman would approach him for
benevolence and righteousness? He had never looked at women, let alone
thought they could be informers. Huang Zhilong is not unabashed in the
entertainment industry
ground to many acquaintances?"

"Say what?"

Jiang Liping lightly repeats what Huang Zhilong once said: "- what I
despise most is those actresses, I use my capital to make them famous,
but then they come back to me and make a gesture, they are bitches and
they want to build a house. "

The first time I saw a woman, I had to ask her if she was a woman. These
people both despise women and can't live without them ...... I really
wanted Huang Zhilong to die at my hands, and at that moment, I had to
ask him if he remembered Jin Xiuhe who was killed by him! I'm not sure if I
remember the clumsy, timid girl Jin Xiuhe used to take care of, who got
caught every time she threw her handkerchief - he - remember that!

That rhyme of the throwing of the handkerchief is a terrifying beckoning

song for the demons and spirits who ask for it.

But for Jiang Liping, it's the best memory of Principal Kim ......

She mourns her in song, she misses her in song, she avenges her in song,
and she knows she will live this one nursery rhyme for the rest of her life.

Jiang Liping tilted her head as she remembered that on the eve of having
to kill those people in Wang Jiankang, on the eve of going out of the
Canton Tower mission, she murmured over and over again in her mind,
"Teacher, I've come to avenge you ...... I've come to avenge you ......"

She was so ecstatic and so angry with grief that her beautiful face was
twisted in the lamp.

The handkerchief-throwing song played over and over again, and she
wrote, over and over again, the name that was so ironic to her, the name
of the teacher who lived but of whom she knew nothing.

Jiang Lanpei ......

Jiang Lanpei ......

Jiang. Lan. Pei!

Tears wetted the paper and she crumpled on the table, having endured
countless stresses over the years undercover, and this moment she finally
broke down and bawled...

Twenty years! Twenty years!!! Her teacher ...... just lived and died being
abused/abused by the Liang brothers, twenty years! The darkness, the
valiant woman who used to smile and encourage her was driven into true
madness ......

"Twenty years ...... Jiang Lanpei ...... twenty years!!!" She cried out, the
fishy sweetness of blood in her throat, and in the end, sobbed
uncontrollably.

She avenged her death.

She could have killed those people in a simpler, safer way for herself, but
instead she chose the handkerchief throwing song, the killing song.

She is partial to wearing a red dress and putting red shoes on a man to
create Jiang Lanpei 厉鬼索命 ......

Even then, in her private message to Zheng Jingfeng, she abandoned her
usual JLP initials and, after a long pause in her pen, Jiang Liping, who knew
all the secrets of Cheng Kang's mental hospital, wrote, with tears in her
eyes and in one word, her own signature for the first time: "Jiang. Lan.
Pei."

Teacher. I will take your place and do this.

J.L.P.

Jiang. Lan. Pei.

Teacher, I am you. I want to live as you. I will clear your name.

I, for one, have no regrets.

Meanwhile, inside the police station office.

A large screen shows Jiang Liping's every move, while smaller screens
follow the police car in real time. In front of the screen sits the man in
charge of the temporary emergency case

Police officers, cadres, various related personnel.

Among them was He Yu, who got in touch with Director Hu just in time.

Of the basement trio, only He Yu is currently sitting inside the police

station watching the situation, Xie Qingcheng is still at the Meiyu private
hospital dealing with the RN-13 sample, and Chen Man is trapped by his
family crying and hugging after he went back to inform his grandfather of
the situation, and although he is aware of the situation, he is not at the
police station watching the first scene.

He Yu is the only one sitting in front of the monitor, keeping an eye on the
team's movements and occasionally sending a message to Xie Qingcheng
to let him know what's going on in real time.

He could sense that Xie Qingcheng was shocked to learn Jiang Lanpei's
true identity, but also that, like him, after the shock, he immediately
understood why many things had gone that way before.

Xie Qingcheng wrote back, "Take care of Jiang Liping's safety, as well as
your own."

He Yu: "Are you worried about me?"

Message not returned.

One minute, two minutes ......

The phone vibrated.

"No. More worried about her."

He Yu glanced at the screen and quickly messaged him back, "Why, then
I'm jealous. Do you think she's so pretty and awesome and a girl to please
you?"

This time, after waiting for five minutes, Xie Qingcheng still didn't reply to
him, probably because he didn't bother to talk to him anymore.
He Yu then stared at the police station projection and waited for a while,
still not waiting for a message, Jiang Liping was smoking a cigarette on
the screen, He Yu watched, then looked down and typed another string of
words to Xie Qingcheng: "By the way, I forgot to tell you before, brother,
although I don't like you smoking her cigarette, I like the way you smoke
female cigarettes. It's so pretty."

--

It's really so beautiful.

Xie Qingcheng Wrapped around a monogrammed tattooed wrist, slightly

exposed under a shirt cuff.

A man of such stiffness and masculinity holds a feminine cigarette

between his slender fingers, as delicate as a flowering branch.

He Yu couldn't help but stare at him at that time at Zhi Long

Entertainment. The pure man's touch on such a fragile thing was most
deadly, his eyes almost wanted to take the woman's cigarette down, push
the man against the wall, clutch his wrist, kiss his thin soft lips that tasted
of mint and rose, kiss him like a woman, rub him, anger him, offend him,
bully his uncle in the soft taste of the woman's cigarette.

He Yu had no time to think about the situation and could not say much
about it, but now that he had finally calmed down a bit and could not get
any good words out of Xie Qingcheng, he was so sour that he became
angry and deliberately teased him in this way.

Xie Qingcheng actually replied this time, but with the following message:
"It's not time for you to be cheeky yet, so don't relax and be safe. Contact
me if there is anything else. Talk to you later."

"......"

He Yu feels that his wife is uncomfortable with the idea of romance, but
alas, men of science do not understand how important romance is in
danger.

But he put the phone down and refocused his attention on the
surveillance screen, as Xie Qingcheng had instructed him to do.
The convoy is currently making its way back to the police station in
batches through the traffic hub.

Because the police cars are openly equipped with cameras, what Jiang
Liping says in one of the cars can be heard very clearly by the people at
headquarters. They are now questioning Jiang Liping about those truths -

"Then ...... all these years, you have not exposed yourself and endured
humiliation at Huang Zhilong's side, just to

To get more, higher level evidence, yes?"

The video and audio message came simultaneously, with the

accompanying police officer asking Jiang Liping this.

Jiang Liping dusts off her cigarette, the anti-leakage bracelet still on her
hand, but she already notices that its mechanism has changed.

The bracelet is expensive and has a very powerful ability to judge, and as
there are some people at the top of this organization who need to sell
some irrelevant information in order to achieve their goals, the bracelet
cannot be killed by mistake. So it is set up to be relatively much more
lenient than the Huang Zhilong imitations, and can also combine human
speech and internal reactions to identify whether the wearer's speech
touches the organization's bottom line.

What makes it even more refined is that it facilitates the wearer's good
offices for the sake of the organization, and can weed out those who have
been dropped at the top with great speed.

For example, Huang Zhilong.

Jiang Liping had just sensed that the Leak Bracelet no longer protected
Huang Zhilong's secrets and that she could tell people most things related
to Huang. Only if the content clearly touched the organization's red line
would the hit-and-kill function trigger.

She paused and said hoarsely, "Yes, we must eliminate the root of the
grass. Otherwise, what would be the use of killing a single Huang Zhilong?
I am not so small-minded as to have a personal vendetta to avenge, but
since I have seen the skeletons piled up in their lair, all I have to do is to
bring them to justice one by one ...... even if I get a handful of blood
myself, I have no regrets."
The carriage was quiet.

"Now, apart from Huang Zhilong, can you identify any of the other people
who colluded with him?"

"It's all in the black safe." Jiang Liping, in order to prevent the hand ring,
was not allowed to say more, nor could she directly tell the police how to
open it; she estimated that she would have to die as soon as she told
them how to open the box, so she only said, " Huang Zhilong is a very
suspicious person, who leaves a hand before and after doing something.
All the officials, entrepreneurs and scientists ...... he has tangled with over
the years have kept all the evidence that proves their illegal and criminal
acts."

"Huang Zhilong had intended to hold these levers to blackmail these

people into giving him what he wanted, to force them to cooperate, or to
exchange benefits," Jiang Liping says. Jiang Liping said, "Although it was
only a safe deposit box, its value was immeasurably higher, both for
Huang Zhilong and for justice in the trial."

When the men in command heard this, someone took off the mike and
confirmed with the man next to them, "Where's that safe?"

"It's in the car, the captain has it. The combination box is specially
designed so that it can't be opened hard, otherwise the contents will all be
destroyed and will have to be brought back to the technical section for
closer study."

The Huzhou International Airport is not too far from the police
headquarters, so if you take the highway around the city, you should be
there in an hour or so.

Jiang Liping was slightly relieved that the dust was finally settling.

-- "How long will I be sentenced?" She finally asked the police officer
accompanying her very plaintively.

The young policeman couldn't answer.

Jiang Liping then said to himself, "I'll take as long as it takes, as long as I
can see those people in prison with me."
She listened to the lilting nursery rhyme on her mobile phone and leaned
her head back against the car, the sunlight reflecting on her face through
the leaves and window panes, dipping the pupils of her eyes into a light
brown.

In the midst of this treacherous song, she felt only infinite peace, as if her
soul could finally be settled.

Despite the fact that the various lines of the organization are cut up and
many people don't know each other

But once she reached the police station and managed to open the box,
the truth would come out and no one would be caught. She hadn't been
able to kill Huang Zhilong, but he had at least died in front of her.

And the maggots behind the curtain will soon be exposed to the bright
sun as well.

She could rest easy.

"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the child,
no one tells her ......"

The music continues.

This time there was no blood, no death, just the lively sound of children's
songs in the playground of a small mountain village, the sun was shining
and the blossoms of the paulownia were in full bloom. Jiang Liping felt that
she had boundless courage to ride the waves and soar towards the goal of
becoming a woman like her.

Her slowly relaxing look was projected on top of the command screen.

Someone in the police station sighed and He Yu glanced over - it was

Zheng Jingfeng.

Zheng Jingfeng did not expect that the informant who had been providing
him with information would be such a woman in hell, and for whatever
reason, this woman had killed people and done a lot of things in
collaboration with criminal organizations.
Having been a detective all his life, Zheng Jingfeng has met many people
who are both good and evil, but few like Jiang Liping have made him sigh
with contempt.

He almost felt a little sick at heart, he wondered how many similar crimes
Jiang Liping had been invo Lued in, she may not have been the one to
kill, but her heart was constantly being condemned and tortured in this
one murder after another.

This woman cannot deliver justice in time; she is the red snake who has so
easily transformed into a demon and embedded herself in the devil's cave
that she has to hide the heart she was born with. So she can only do her
best to avoid the casualties of innocent people by giving tips to the police
again and again.

Even risking their own exposure ......

The more Zheng Jingfeng thought about it, the more unpleasant it was,
and he closed his eyes with a long sigh.

If only she had never killed anyone.

--

He thought so, but Jiang Liping did not think so at all.

She doesn't care about the rest of her life anymore, her biggest regret
now is that she didn't kill one more person - Huang Zhilong, the man
whose heart she most wanted to cut open.

She felt it was too bad.

In countless dreams, she dreamt that she was holding a knife and cutting
Huang Zhilong's flesh off, piece by piece, because she really didn't see
this man with a human face. When she entered the Zhi Long Group, she
thought that if only she could make Huang Zhilong's life end in her hands
one day, she could die right away.

However, Huang Zhilong died at the hands of a sniper, without having

experienced much pain after all ......

It's a shame.
If Huang Zhilong's business hadn't suddenly fallen apart, then -

etc.

As his thoughts drifted away, Jiang Liping suddenly remembered

something, and his eyes paled.

When the Huang Zhilong case was over, much of the previous mystery
had been accounted for, and she could, at her discretion, avoid the
confidentiality of the ring on her hand and give careful testimony to the
police as to the circumstances surrounding it all.

Yet there was one link, which in her haste she had overlooked, and which
now suddenly made her vaguely uneasy -

Hu Yi.

The young master Hu who was submerged in a tank and made into a prop
in the crew's water tank murder case.

Once this man died, the pressure on Huang Zhilong from all sides became
so great that Jiang Liping was certain that Hu Yi had not been killed by
Huang Zhilong.

So who did he kill?

Why would that person want to kill such a powerful man in the context of
Huang Zhilong's project?

The more Jiang Liping thinks about it, the more he thinks something is
wrong... does that mean - !

Her face turned white instantly.

Chapter 147 - The Big Bang

Her face turned white instantly.

She immediately asked the police team members accompanying her, "Can
we take a different route? Don't take the regular route."

The officer froze, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Liping could not be sure, she still had the loyalty bracelet on her
hand and she had judged from years of experience that, in this case, once
she voiced her suspicions, as long as her suspicions were true, the
bracelet's death device would definitely be triggered and she would die
straight away. So she could only say, "I don't know, I have a hunch ......"

"But we'll be there soon." Seeing her incoherence, the officer thought that
after some thought she was finally panicking about the trial she would be
facing and reassured her, "It's half an hour down the highway, you don't
have to think too much, you've been an informant before, the judge will
take care of it at his discretion."

Jiang Liping: "...... No, you have to listen to me, I don't feel right about this
...... thing ...... "

In the police station screen, Jiang Liping is seen talking to the officers
accompanying him in a tense manner, and someone in the chief
surveillance office mutters, "What's this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know, Jiang Liping asked for a different route back to the police
station but she couldn't say exactly why."

"Is it too late to change that road?"

"Up on the highway, unless the turnoff goes back around for the return
trip, it will take an extra hour or so to get there, and such a request for
unjustified delay will not be granted by the commanding officer ......"

"Besides, we can't trust Jiang Liping's words, some of the cases back
then ...... Xie Ping Zhou Muying car accident case, Chen Lisheng murder
case, now it seems that they may be related to that organization, when
Jiang Liping arrives, there is still something that she has to cooperate with
to explain. A delay of over an hour's travel for no reason." The leader
shook his head, "No, it won't go through the process. It's better to have
them back immediately. Just be quick about it."
The secretary is making coffee for the police officers who are working
overtime and pours a cup for He Yu as well.

He Yu thanked him, looking thoughtfully at the screen as he did so - he

felt Jiang Liping's words could not go unheeded, and when Xie Qingcheng
messaged him, he stressed the importance of keeping an eye on them to
protect Jiang Liping.

But the leader doesn't look that convincing, and the police department's
machinery is so rigid that dispatches for such big cases have to be
approved, not that he can change the situation with a couple of words.

He Yu was contemplating a solution when he heard footsteps from

outside.

"Commissar Wang."

"Political Commissar Wang, why have you come over personally? You've
only just got off the plane ......"

When He Yu turned around, he saw a hale and hearty old man entering
the police station with his grandson Chen Man.

What a fucking gift to the Buddha!!!

He Yu immediately got up and went up to greet him, politely, "Uncle

Wang."

"Oh, Hor, how's it going? What's the situation now?" Political commissar
Wang knew He Yu's family, and as his grandson had just finished risking
his life with this young man, he naturally treated He Yu in a much more
cordial manner.

He Yu said, "Uncle Wang, I've been watching the screen, and now there's
a situation where the informant Jiang Liping wants to change a route back,
but she has no reason to, I think ......"

He spoke his thoughts to Commissar Wang.

Chen Man Station

Jiang Liping couldn't say exactly what she thought was wrong, but it was
best to listen to what she had to say.
Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment, "Cheng, where is
Director Hu?"

"Director Hu is over at the airport dealing with the aftermath of the

shooting of Huang Zhilong."

"I'll go and have a call with him now, then."

The old man said he would do it and went out immediately.

It was at this moment that Chen Man and He Yu's eyes finally met.

"......" He Yu was pretending to be a good boy in front of his grandfather,

but now when he faces Chen Man, he doesn't bother to pretend anymore,
he turns his face away and returns to the monitor, taking a cold sip of
coffee.

Chen Man doesn't know that He Yu likes Xie Qingcheng and thinks that He
Yu treats him this way because he is homophobic.

A little embarrassed, he thought for a moment and sat down next to He

Yu: " Mr. He ."

He Yu said, "What are you doing here when you should be in hospital with
such an injury."

Chen Man: "I want to see them fall. I also want to know who really killed
my brother in the first place."

He Yu: "......"

Then he had nothing more to say, averting his gaze and staring at the
screen.

Chen Man: " What about Xie Qingcheng?"

He Yu: "Still at the Mayo Private Hospital, he has his business to attend
to."

"Oh ......" Chen Man paused, "By the way, there's something I want to ask
you."
"Hmm?"

"What does that blood compulsion mean? Jiang Liping mentioned it when
we were at the entertainment company. You and Xie Qingcheng didn't
seem surprised."

"...... is just a common name for mental illness, no big deal." He Yu

dismissed perfunctorily, "They like to do research on it, in the same way
that some people like to research stomach diseases and some people like
to research leukemia. Then they give the disease this name."

"Oh ...... so you're this sick?"

"No, she was lying to Huang Zhilong, wasn't she trying to distract him." He
Yu's face was not red.

Chen Man thought for a moment and added: "Oh ......".

Silence.

The atmosphere was eerie.

He Yu and Chen Man were sitting side by side in front of the monitor
screen.

He Yu looked at Jiang Liping on the screen, who was still arguing with the
police officer accompanying him, but suddenly, as if he was interrogating
a prisoner, he said to Chen Man, "Chen Yan, let me ask you, why do you
like Xie Qingcheng."

"......" Chen Man has never admitted in front of anyone that he likes Xie
Qingcheng.

At that time, when the basement was in a life-and-death situation, he

expressed his feelings in a very subtle way, saying only that he valued Xie
Qingcheng's life more than his own.

But He Yu exposed him privately then and now says: "You don't have to
pretend, I told you straight out in the fire, I could see that."

Chen Man was silent for a while, and finally, in a voice that only He Yu
could hear, he said, "Because ...... he was so nice to me, and after my
brother left, he was the one who always encouraged me. Unknowingly, I
also liked it."

"......"

Chen Man was relieved to say this.

He turned his face sideways to He Yu and asked, "Is it that obvious?"

He Yu took another sip of his coffee and said lightly, "I can see that. But
he's straight

Male, he certainly can't see that."

Chen Man hung his head, "I know. I've liked him for so long, made so
many hints, and he hasn't noticed once, just treating me like a child
pouting."

"......" He Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

As much as he hates Chen Man, he understands his helplessness.

After all, he had experienced the same type of encounter.

There were no words for a long time.

The atmosphere was awkward as the two men sipped their coffees in
unison.

It was He Yu who finally broke through the awkwardness: "You don't really
have to have him."

"Huh?"

He Yu was somewhat lofty: "I'm listening down and thinking you're

mistaking your feelings for dependence for liking."

Chen Man looked at him uncomfortably.

He Yu: " Chen Yan, you are only in your early twenties, you still have a
long life ahead of you, and Xie Qingcheng, you know, he is more than ten
years older than you, he can be your uncle and your uncle, do you think it
is appropriate for you to talk to him about liking?"
"......"

"This age difference between you two is just not realistic when you're
here. Would you be in a relationship with a woman more than ten years
older than you? No. Then you're even less likely to be with Xie Qingcheng.
And it's inherently unstable for two men to be in a relationship." He Yu
finished his lecture with aplomb, then added, "I had nothing to do with
this, but since I witnessed it in the basement, it's only right that I remind
you of it, out of our little friendship. I hope you will recognize your own
heart and behave yourself."

Chen Man somehow felt that the familiarity of He Yu's comment was a bit
familiar, but he couldn't figure out where it was.

He was quiet for a moment and finally said, "Thank you, I think I can see
the difference between liking and being dependent. I don't mind that he's
older either. We've known each other for many years and I know my own
feelings."

He Yu's fingers squeezed tightly in secret.

Chen Man said, and smiled at He Yu, "I know normal people like you can't
understand my feelings for him, and may even find them repulsive and
unbelievable, but like is like."

"I hope that one day he will be able to be with me."

If it wasn't for the fact that they were in the police command room, Mr. He
would have thrown coffee in Mr. Chen's face.

What about liking your mum like? Don't you think it's like incest to talk
about an uncle that old? Get out!!!

He Yu felt that his anger was about to materialize into a monstrous fire
that would have blown the whole office to dust with a bang.

Yet just then -

"BOOM!!!"

There was indeed an earth-shattering sound that burst into the room.
The crowd was first startled, thinking that something had happened inside
the command, and after an instant, everyone realized that it hadn't.

The explosion was coming out of the screen!

It's a highway detonation!!!

No one expected such a shocking turn of events, a repeat of the same

stunt in front of everyone in this clear daylight, when the police force was
being collected. The surveillance screens, which were clearly relayed a
moment ago, instantly went off one by one.

--Pitch black.

Seconds later, the police station office was in chaos!!!

Political commissar Wang was just now hanging up the phone and Director
Hu's general command channel had cut in with him:"

Jiang Liping Is it a line you want to change back? Then do what she says!
Don't bother with the detour or-"

The duty room captain's face was as blue as sunken ash, and his voice
carried a suppressed tremor: " Director Hu ...... came too late."

"What?"

Inside the command room, there were attempts to get through to the
intercom line, immediate cuts to the highway traffic police, emergency
reports ...... of everything. The captain stared at the already darkened
screen in the midst of this chaos and reported in a trembling voice: "High-
speed explosion ......! Just now! The site monitoring connection is all
down!!!"

At this moment, the high speed scene.

It's the same technique, a dynamite truck that feigns a breakdown and
stops at the shoulder of the road, modified to allow for short unmanned
distances.
The vehicle, carrying more than 120 kg of explosives/powder, was
disguised as a yellow sand truck and parked at the entrance of the tunnel,
just waiting for the arrival of the police vehicles.

They got their way.

As the flames burned, onlookers panicked, fire brigades, traffic police, and
drivers roared to the rescue, high-pressure lances were mounted and
bared against the rolling smoke, and rescuers in clumsy protective
clothing were making emergency rescues of people and objects trapped in
the fire.

And among those men was a sneaky, protective masked figure who got
that safe from the fire and then quickly disappeared from the road
surveillance view ......

"Chief Duan." At the dead end of the surveillance, the man removed his
protective mask and dialed Duan Wen's number on the organization's
special phone, " Jiang Liping is dead. Huang Zhilong's safe is in hand. The
problem has all been so Lued."

"That's good." On a private island off Australia, a man sat at a table,

playing a game of chess. He is about forty years old, with a sword-browed
and distinguished appearance.

He has no opponent in front of him, black stones white stone, all under his
control, playing a full game of 'left to right'.

He took a step in each direction with the black white stone while listening
to his men's reports.

The king of the black stones was pushed to the brink.

General.

"Now that it's all over, get an early flight back." Duan Wen said lightly.
Duan Wen said indifferently, "Go to Hang Zhou airport and take the
nearest flight, so you don't end up like Huang Zhilong, sniped by the
police who have come back to the territory."

The other party answered and Duan Wen hung up the phone.
He played with the black checkmate king, smiled and threw the piece
aside.

There was movement behind him and it was a young boy on red high
heels who came out onto the terrace where he was.

"Huang Zhilong is dead?"

"It's dead. This game of chess, it's over." Duan Wen drew a piece of paper
and wiped his fingertips, a look of relief and pleasure on his face, "Huang
is too old, always remembering that he is an old patriarch of the
organization, and relying on the fact that he joined the organization even
earlier than I did, he can't help being gullible and increasingly
insubordinate. I've knocked him around so many times, but he's still bent
on his own way and doesn't take me into account."

He laughed a little and casually discarded the tissue.

"It's only a matter of time before you get rid of it."

Boy: "He never found out until his dying day that it was us who killed Hu Yi
at that time."

"It's just a matter of setting him on fire, his body is on fire, his brain is
naturally not enough. What an idiot ...... back when he panicked and
actually used the hearing water to manipulate the mentally ill to burn
down the public security building, tried to kill the tech detective who stole
the DV for him, and tried to destroy the

After that actress' DV, I thought he didn't have enough intelligence to

polish the soles of his shoes."

The boy: "He was afraid, because Sha Hong, who was in prison before,
almost shook him out. He managed to kill Sha Hong before the blood
parasite did, and he's been worried ever since. How would he know if
there was anything on the actress's DV that could be used against him?"

"I shouldn't have thought of such a bad move even if I was afraid. Huang
Zhilong is so stupid that he couldn't imagine that I killed Hu Yi."

"But he seems to know that Chen Man is-"

Duan Wen interrupted the boy, "No, I don't think he's sure, he's not sure.
Otherwise he wouldn't have left Chen Man in the basement, he would
have taken it with him even if it was dangerous."

He said, smiling a little: "In fact, I would have liked him to take it with him,
but unfortunately Huang Zhilong lacks some courage. He has no brains,
no courage and no ambition, so I don't know how you have used him for
so long. It's a good thing we've gone to some trouble now to get him and
all the information he has cleaned up."

With that, Duan Wen changed his position and repositioned the board.

In the vacant 'king' position, Duan Wen repositions a chess piece.

His eyes were haunted: "It's time, it's time for a new person to come on
board."

"Which one do you fancy?"

Duan Wen said, "The one who was almost accidentally killed by your
assassin on the set."

When he finished, he leaned back, sliced open his phone screen and found
Lu Zhi Shu's contact details.

"Hey, Lu Zhishu . ...... is fine and there is nothing else to find you ......
just wanted to ask ......"

His gaze was like that of a snake in a cavern, but his lips were curled in a
thin, cold, slippery smile.

"Has your son been, lately, closer to you?"

Chapter 148 - The Dust Settles
The highway bombing was at the center of discussion for the next half-
decade.

"The Lady in Red has been undercover for years, only to seek revenge."

"Uncovering the dark truth about Zhi Long entertainment."

"High-speed explosion, dead witness, who's behind it all?"

Headlines such as these are also taking pride of place in the major online
media.

It was noticed that the road bombing was similar to the Italian Mafia's
attack on Chancellor Fale back in the day.

Jiang Liping and 12 other officers accompanying him died, eight others
were seriously injured and the safe disappeared.

This shocking turn of events was undoubtedly a very big blow to many
people.

Although Jiang Liping was able to explain some things during her capture
and so Lue some mysteries, the time was so short that she died before
she could say much of the more important things. The huge explosion left
her in the dust and bones, leaving almost nothing behind.
The police have been caught in the rain for half a month since the
incident, and the mood of the anxious police officers has become more
and more sluggish as a result.

Informants were killed, roads exploded, evidence disappeared and, more

tragically, lives were lost in the blast.

Condolences, condolences, reassurance, farewell, righteousness, public

press conference ......

The atmosphere at the police station was more somber than the sky.

They did their best to save the wounded and the clues Jiang Liping had
left behind - in their brief and invaluable conversation with her, the police
learned that the leader of the criminal organization was called Duan Wen.

But Duan Wen is not his real name, and like the mafia bosses and
Burmese drug lords, this is a man who has long been suspected by the
police, but who has never been able to secure evidence to arrest him.

It is not that easy to arrest a black organization leader with a few

testimonies, a few witnesses and some circumstantial evidence, and it
may even come back to bite you. This is especially true for Duan Wen,
who is not a national and does not spend much time in the country.

In the same way that the Mafia capture and return to trial case, which was
about to make a major breakthrough after Fale's death in Italy, quickly fell
into indefinite postponement.

After this road explosion, a large number of leads were also cut off from
the vanished safe. The investigation, despite having a direction, is stuck in
the mud of a stalemate.

Everyone was frustrated, but surprisingly, Xie Qingcheng was the one who
reacted the least.

He is very calm, one might even say used to it.

He had waited nineteen years for the cause of his parents' death, one
hope at a time, only to have it burst before him again and again.
He doesn't harbor much expectation until the dawn actually shines on
him, so there's no strong sense of loss.

What's more, he had little time to get frustrated, as Jiang Liping gave
them a sample of the new RN-13 at Zhi Long Entertainment. With the
sample, they were able to dose Xie Xue: Chen Man and the victims invo
Lued.

All these people ingested the new drug in small doses and were cured by
the treatment. Xie Qingcheng has to keep an eye on the development of
the antidote and has to go to the laboratory frequently, with little free
time.

But on the day of mourning, he took the time to go to the cemetery and
lay flowers.

To sacrifice

After the policemen had laid a bouquet, Xie Qingcheng went to another
cemetery. It was a cemetery belonging to the common people.

Jiang Liping's tomb is located there.

Xie Qingcheng came alone to pay his respects, not wanting to be in

contact with too many people. When he arrived at the cemetery, he saw a
familiar figure on his back.

"Lao Zheng ......"

"...... Oh, Xiao Xie ah." Zheng Jingfeng stood in front of the tombstone,
turned around to see him and nodded with a sigh.

Xie Qingcheng walked up to him: "Come to see your informant?"

"Yes." Despite not wanting to appear soft-hearted, Zheng Jingfeng could

not hide the sadness and regret in the wrinkles on his face, "I never
thought ...... it was her ...... "

The pines and cypresses are as lush as the waves with the wind.

"Before the Canton Tower case, this informant, whom I had never met,
gave me a lot of valuable information, and because of her intelligence, we
have avoided at least a dozen incidents over the years that could have
resulted in serious human deaths." Zheng Jingfeng lapsed into memory
and closed his eyes with a long sigh, "I really didn't expect it to be
her ......"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a moment and said, "She told us before about
the biggest protector in the city bureau. I've also told you to keep an eye
on him when you investigate these cases again in the future, we don't
have any evidence in hand. That's as far as we can go for now."

Falling leaves float down and perch on the front of the stone steps.

Xie Qingcheng: "This is your informant, the last information given to you."

Zheng Jingfeng looks desolate.

Xie Qingcheng: "Old Zheng, protect yourself. Don't let him find out you
know these things."

He finished and gazed back at the words on the headstone -

Jiang Liping's monument now bears her real name.

Sun Ping .

Next to her tomb is the new mound of Jiang Lanpei, who, after twenty
years of illegal detention and a full year of death, was finally given her
true identity when her student Sun Ping told the truth about what
happened. Her tomb, like Sun Ping's, is inscribed with the true name of a
person who no longer belongs to the darkness.

"The Tomb of Jin Xiuhe "

Zheng Jingfeng: "When she used to leave me letters, she always signed
them as JLP, but the last time ...... which is the one you saw in Neverland,
her signature changed to Jiang. Lan. Pei. We thought it was some kind of
hint at the time, who knew ...... alas ......"

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a long time: "...... She wants to live like her
teacher."

Lao Zheng sighed contently, "So you say, is she considered to be living as
Jin Xiuhe?"
Xie Qingcheng did not reply.

He recalled the day at Zhi Long Entertainment when Jiang Liping told
them that she was the informant and said the signature of the message in
the notebook on Neverland.

The situation was so urgent that, without thinking, she reported JLP, which
she had been used to before, instead of "Jiang Lanpei", which was the only
time she signed her name.

Because of this, she was almost misunderstood by He Yu as wanting to

harm them, but she refused to explain the reason. Now that I think about
it, perhaps in Jiang Liping's mind, Jiang Lanpei ......: also known as Jin
Xiuhe, is always kind and clean.

She was covered in blood, and after she killed Wang Jiankang, she never
wanted to call herself by the pseudonym Jiang Lanpei.

"Or ...... is she sort of living up to being what Jin Xiuhe expects?" Old
Zheng was still muttering the question.

Pine and cypress rustling in the distance

Rattling.

The wind blew by, taking away Old Zheng's sigh.

Xie Qingcheng never answered Lao Zheng's words, a question that

perhaps no one but the people in the cemetery could answer.

He was so quiet, looking at their long resting place for a while longer, and
finally took out a box of Marlboros he had with him, and a box of women's
cigarettes he had bought especially for them, and placed them in front of
Sun Ping and Jin Xiuhe's gravestones.

"You can smoke whichever you want, you two have worked hard and don't
have to put up with it. ...... rest in peace."

With these words, he closed his eyes, bowed three times deeply to the
graves of these two women, turned, and departed.
Xie Qingcheng was not without compassion, but he had to be very cold
and dispassionate; for him, all weakness, sorrow and regret were
internalized and failed him and time.

He had to go.

Because Chen Man was invo Lued in the incident, Xie Qingcheng had to
come up with some sort of story to hide the truth about the biological
experiments, and repeatedly pleaded with him to try to keep the matter
under wraps and keep the number of people in the know to a minimum.

It was not that he didn't trust Commissar Wang, but this kind of
experiment was after all about cell regeneration, and the fewer people
who fully understood it, the better, otherwise there was no guarantee that
more people would be tempted to have bad intentions.

And once the truth is all told to Commissar Wang, then He Yu, as well as
himself, and Qin Ciyan ...... all the living dead who have been invo Lued
in this experiment will be at great risk.

The mentally ill are still classified as heretics by society, let alone their
experimental subjects with special abilities similar to those in science
fiction movies.

The consequences are unthinkable.

It is because Xie Qingcheng only said that Chen Man was injected with a
special drug, and did not tell anyone who did not know, including Chen
Man himself, about the real efficacy of the drug and the original invention.
The root of RN-13 is so thick that it has been growing for more than
twenty years, and many of the people invo Lued are already dead, so it
is difficult to have any quick results even if Wang Zhengwei personally
goes to investigate.

For the Wang family, all they want is for their grandson Chen Man to be
safe and sound, and for Xie Qingcheng to give them that explanation by
getting the antidote out as soon as possible.

"Professor Tse, coming?"

Reception nurse and Xie Qingcheng greeting in the Mayfair Hospital.

The nurse was enthusiastic: "Are you visiting Xie Xue today? Or do you
want to see Mr Chen first ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "I don't have time, I don't even read it."

Nurse: "......"

"So you're going to ......"

"The lab."

The nurse said to herself, "What a ruthless big brother, those two are
thinking of seeing him every day.

It was for this reason that Xie Qingcheng did not want to meet Xie Xue or
Chen Man much.

Chen Man, needless to say, and Xie Xue, who had woken up after
watching the news and learning that his brother was in such terrible
danger, cried and hugged Xie Qingcheng whenever he saw him, and
dragged him away.

Xie Qingcheng had managed to calm her down a bit in the past few days,
so he didn't want to deal with his sister's emotions anymore and chose to
avoid her.

He was taken by the nurse to the staff passageway, swiped his card
straight away and went up to the top floor.

The Dean is helping to keep an eye on progress in the laboratory.

Seeing Xie Qingcheng emerge from the lift, the Dean's eyes widened:
"...... Professor Xie? What are you doing here again? You're all like this

up and you're still coming?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng also didn't expect the dean to be there and caught
the old man red-handed, very slightly embarrassed, "I have nothing to do,
I just came to take a look."

The dean didn't even know what to say.

Xie Qingcheng After the dust of the road bombing case had settled, he
finally felt that his body just couldn't hold up and came to Meiyu for a
simple check-up.

The test results, as both he and Xie Qingcheng knew, were not promising.

As an old friend of Qin Ciyan's, he naturally hoped that Xie Qingcheng

would take care of himself, but Xie Qingcheng seemed to be thinking the
opposite, almost as if he had given up on himself and didn't bother to care
about his current situation.

The dean pulled him aside and tried to organize his words several times,
but didn't know what to say to him, and finally just said, "Go home early."

"I'm really fine today."

The dean insisted, "You go back."

And again, " Xie Xue Their medicine is something I can keep an eye on for
you, so don't waste any more energy on this matter."

When Xie Qingcheng wanted to say something, he immediately added,

"Think about the situation of Qin Rong sorrow."

"......"

"Think about what she'll do if you can't hold out."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes twitched slightly.

Knowing that he had played his card successfully, the dean patted him on
the shoulder, "Go back. Take good care of yourself, and in a while you'll
need to take time to come over for a closer examination to see what kind
of condition the function of your organs has reached."

Xie Qingcheng drops his eyelashes at the words, "......"

Dean: "Go ahead."

Xie Qingcheng had to curse and left the private hospital, but on the way
back he coughed softly and became dizzy again.
Dean's right, he's really been wearing out too much lately ......

But what the fuck could he do?

He would have liked to stop and rest, to not have to worry about running
out of time like normal people do, and ideally recruit two assistants to
work with him to get things done - could he?

He simply had no choice.

Xie Qingcheng caught his breath, pulled over, went down to the
convenience store to buy a glass of water, took the medicine he had in the
car and then leaned back for a while, waiting for his strength to return.

And that's when the stereo in his car went off.

Contact: The Kid.

Xie Qingcheng muffles his cough and picks up He Yu's phone.

"Hello."

He Yu had already returned to school and his leave of absence was

grossly excessive. The tutor politely stated that if you had another long
leave of absence this term, then even if you excelled in your final exams,
you would still not get your daily marks and would not only delay the
selection of the next student council president, but you might even have
to repeat the subject.

He Yu humbly and politely apologized to the counselor, promising that he

would not take any more long holidays in the future, and finally made the
counselor's face flush with emotion.

Going back to school is the perfect thing to do after the storm is over, to
avoid excessive cross-examination from parents.

He was also able to go to the school next door to see Xie Qingcheng on a
regular basis.

He Yu clearly felt that Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards him seemed to

have eased up after the fire in the basement.
Although the frown was still light and the speech simple, he felt that at
least Xie Qingcheng would no longer deliberately avoid him.

He Yu sometimes took advantage of the situation and went to Xie

Qingcheng's staff dormitory after class to have dinner and talk about the
case together.

Today is no exception.

"Xie Qingcheng: where are you?"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't answer and asks, "What's wrong?"

"I came to see you, and your dorm is empty."

"I've got something to do, you go back to your own dorm."

He Yu paused for a moment, "But I don't have my keys. It's late and my
roommates are asleep, so I can't disturb them."

"......" Xie Qingcheng sighed, "Then wait for me for a while. About half an
hour."

He Yu then

Chapter 149 - Getting out of hand

Xie Qingcheng returned home with mixed feelings.

He is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with hurting He Yu, while at

the same time realizing that he is unable to "help He Yu get out" as he
said when he first confessed.

He gradually became so powerless that he seemed to be slowly sinking

into it himself.

The hottest thing in this world is in fact a person's true feelings. All iron or
ice will eventually melt away in the face of true feelings.

This makes Xie Qingcheng feel uncomfortable, even dangerous.

Steel was his armor and weapons, and basalt ice was his heart. He needed
them desperately, not the affection of another human being. This could
not be changed.

"Brother, you're back."

When he arrived at the door of the dormitory, He Yu was standing there

with his bag on his back, wearing a white hooded sweatshirt with a heavy
student look, just looking at him nicely.

"......" Xie Qingcheng gave him a look, and opened the door.

He Yu hadn't eaten dinner yet, so when he entered Xie Qingcheng's

dormitory, he took the mug Xie Qingcheng had thrown for him and drank
from it, as if he was very thirsty. After drinking the water, he put his bag
down and sat down on the thick carpet in front of the coffee table to start
writing his homework, as usual.

He Yu has been like that since the Zhi Long entertainment case was so
Lued.

Xie Qingcheng didn't take it too seriously at first, so he just let him go,
especially since Duan Wen's organization had found out about the "blood
compulsion", and although Jiang Liping had said that Duan Wen didn't
seem to be able to do anything to He Yu at the moment, Xie Qingcheng
still wasn't sure. Although Jiang Liping had said that Duan Wen did not
seem to be able to do anything to He Yu at the moment, Xie Qingcheng
was still not sure, so if He Yu wanted to come, he could.

Later, however, he became a little distracted by He Yu's presence. He

opened the fridge, took a can of cold beer out, clicked it open and took a
few sips to quench his thirst - he doesn't have a high tolerance for alcohol
and beer is just right.

The cold wine trickled down his throat, slightly calming Xie Qingcheng's
anxious heart.

He turned to He Yu and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He Yu replied while doing his homework, "I want to eat white asparagus
with truffles."

"Where am I going to find you truffles and white asparagus?"

"Then have the Ankang fish stew pot."

"I'll give you a present for fishing?"

"That ......" He Yu was about to announce the name of the dish when he
took a look at the beer can in Xie Qingcheng's hand, which was slightly
deformed by the impatient man squeezing it, and changed his mind, " ......
That's all right, I'm very well fed. If you can bear it, brother, it's okay to
give me frozen dumplings."

Xie Qingcheng was so busy that he actually cooked a bag of frozen

dumplings to feed the children.

"......" He Yu looked at the plate of dumplings with a heavy face, a bit

aggrieved, hesitated half a day and couldn't put down the chopsticks,
wanted to order a hotel takeaway, but thought Xie Qingcheng would be
unhappy, finally had to reluctantly eat a few bites, how to eat how I felt
that the food did not taste right.

"Xie Qingcheng: do you know how to make handmade dumplings?"

Xie Qingcheng gave him a look, "I'm not available."

The boy looked even more aggrieved.

In fact, Xie Qingcheng used to hate He Yu so much that he would have

dug a pit and buried the beast himself, not to mention seeing him suffer.
But now that he had caught a glimpse of the lost expression on He Yu's
face, he could not help but feel a little bit of discomfort.

It was as if the child's father was disappointed to see that his child could
not buy his favorite toy. It's as if the father of the child is seeing his child
lose his heart when he can't buy his beloved toy.

So the Godfather's mouth moved faster than his brain, and Xie Qingcheng
said, "...... Well, next time."

I was stunned to say it myself and regretted it.

But He Yu's drooping head sprang to life.

Xie Qingcheng and tell him next time!

You know Dr. Tse used to tell him that the next one would not be an
exception!

When He Yu was happy, it seemed that the frozen dumplings were no

longer an insurmountable problem. Not only did he finish all the
dumplings, but he also found a bottle of fruit-flavored yogurt from Xie
Qingcheng's fridge after the meal, which he would never touch before,
and began to drink it with gusto.

Xie Qingcheng casually ate some dumplings to pamper his stomach, and
then started to talk to the lab on the phone, talking about terms that He
Yu did not understand, but He Yu was still very fascinated by listening to
it, mainly because Xie Qingcheng's voice was too good, low and magnetic,
very typical mature male bass, a bit like the kind of mature male boss in
the boss's radio drama, after listening to it for a long time The creases in
his heart can be slowly ironed out by his magnetic voice.

After almost an hour on the phone, Xie Qingcheng had a slight cough at
the end of the conversation.

Yu thought about it, went to the fridge and found another bottle of yogurt,
ran over and handed it to him.

Xie Qingcheng, disgusted by his intrusion, turned his face away and
continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone with a slight
frown.

He Yu then opened the lid and brought it up to his mouth to serve it to the
family. It turned out to be too hasty and brushed against Xie Qingcheng's
lips and the side of his face.

The thick yogurt bottle was covered with milk, and when it was touched
coldly, the white/muddy stuff splashed all over Xie Qingcheng's
handsome, serious face.

Xie Qingcheng finally couldn't take it anymore, got distracted, paused the
conversation and said to He Yu, "Get your stuff out of here, I don't want a
drink!"

It's common for university professors to have a bad attitude, but it's rare
for them to have such a bad attitude when their lips and face are
splattered with such an unpleasant stain. He Yu licked his lips
subconsciously as he watched and listened to his thoughts. He almost
wanted to kiss him and lick a little bit of the milk stain off.

The collaborator on the other side of the phone heard Xie Qingcheng
talking to him about synthesis and purification, and then suddenly he said,
"I don't want to drink it. Don't drink what?"

"No." Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu for a moment and took two tissues to
wipe his face, "There's a friend at home, I was just talking to him."

Xie Qingcheng would never have considered him a "friend" before. This
seems to be something to celebrate.

But that's not what He Yu wants.

What he wants is a whole person and a whole heart for Xie Qingcheng.

In fact, since the dust settled, He Yu has been remembering the kiss Xie
Qingcheng gave him in the fire in the basement, before he died.

I know that you love me, but I am ashamed to give it to you, so it

becomes a healing kiss.

He Yu remembers the eyes of Xie Qingcheng at that time.

It was beautiful, illuminated by the firelight like a glaze, just looking up at

him.

As if to say, I'm sorry kid, I can't give you any more affection.

He Yu was stopped by him, but was also patched up by him.

Broken by him, but also seduced by him.

He thought that if they were then

When he dies, the first thing he will do when he goes to hell is to fuck Xie
Qingcheng, who let him seduce him, and he can't let him go even if he is a
flirtatious ghost.

Xie Qingcheng coughs again as he is thinking.

He Yu had no choice but to put the yogurt down and asked him in a low,
hoarse voice, "How long do you have to beat it?"

"It's been quite a while." Xie Qingcheng looked at his watch, "You're really
sleepy or you can go back to your own house, I'll make a lot of noise."

"An hour?"

"Two hours at the very least."

That's the bad thing about liking uncles, they tend to be focused on their
work and don't care too much about anything else when they're working.

When he came out, he saw that Xie Qingcheng was still coughing on the
phone, so he thought better of it and turned to the kitchen.

With some pears and rock sugar in the fridge, He Yu Googled a recipe and
was about to fire it up when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, Mom."

The call came from Lu Zhishu, who had been ordered by Duan Wen to
take good care of He Yu: "It's late, you're still up?"

He Yu cut a pear with his phone clamped sideways: "Yeah."

"In the hostel?"

"...... I'm at someone's house."

"Who is it?"

He Yu is not so keen to talk to Lu Zhishu.

He has the mentality of one of those middle school students who don't
want their parents to know about a relationship.

It was probably because he knew that Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei would not
accept that he was in love with a man thirteen years older than himself,
and that he was Xie Qingcheng.
So instead of answering Lu Zhi Shu's words, he asked, "What do you
want, Mom?"

Lu Zhishu: "Oh, it's like this, about your illness ...... and Huang Zhilong's
matter, mum has been thinking about it left and right for a while, her
heart is hard to bear, she just can't rest assured about you. I'm planning
to go back to Shanghai to live here."

"......" He Yu paused in his pear slicing motion, "You're going to live in

Huzhou permanently?"

"Yeah, I'll be back next month."

He Yu mulled it over for a while and was surprised that he didn't figure out
any sense of joy.

Lu Zhishu has been gentle with him for a long time and he is doing his
best to ease his relationship with his parents, but there is an internal
divide that has been there for a long time and he cannot rely on her as
much as He Li can.

But he asked anyway, "And is there anything you need me to do to

prepare?"

Lu Zhishu smiled, "No, I have instructed the butler to do it. But there is
just one thing that I need to discuss with you."

"You said."

"I'm going to hire Dr. An Dongni as a permanent family doctor. The room
that Dr. Xie had before, see if there's anything you want to pack, let's
vacate it for An Dongni."

He Yu's long, slender fingers hold a fruit knife, the tip dangling over the
flesh in a gesture of disembowelment.

"......" he paused, "I didn't hear you clearly because of the bad signal just
now, can you say that again?"

Lu Zhishu didn't hear the tone of his voice, she had always thought that
He Yu liked Xie Xue, and that Xie Qingcheng only had a place in front of
He Yu because of Xie Xue's face.
So she repeated with little concern

All over: "I say, let's vacate the house where Xie Qingcheng used to be for
Dr. An Dongni, because it's still empty anyway."

He Yu slowly slices down the fruit, the juice oozing out and soaking his
hands.

"Mom, when did I ever indicate that I needed a permanent family doctor?"

When Lu Zhishu paused, she finally sensed the coldness in He Yu's voice
as well.

"He Yu, I'm worried about you. Do you want to get better soon? Dr. An
Dongni is an expert in this field and specializes in hypnosis and soothing,
so with him-"

"I don't think I need to rely on illusions to confuse myself." He Yu

interrupted Lu Zhishu, "I want to use that room, so please don't go in at
will. Also, I don't need An Dongni living in my house. If you let him in, I will
live somewhere else and I will not go back."

"You ...... what kind of angry words are you saying ......"

"It's not angry talk." He Yu says, "It's just the truth."

"He Yu--"

"I have things to do here, so if you have nothing else to say, I'll hang up
now."

He has nothing good or bad to say about An Dongni.

But that room, the one he had always reserved for Xie Qingcheng, the
door engraved with the endless summer, he would not allow anyone but
Xie Qingcheng and himself to enter.

Stewed pears with rock sugar simmer slowly over low heat for an hour
before ready.

He Yu put it carefully into a porcelain calabash and brought it to the Xie

Qingcheng computer table.
Xie Qingcheng also wears glasses, checking the content while wearing a
headset and communicating with his collaborator on the other end of the
line.

"Grand Professor." He Yu asked him, "It's been two hours, how long do you
really have?"

Xie Qingcheng was so engrossed that she didn't notice that he was still
there, and was stunned for a moment: "You haven't left?"

He Yu shakes his head.

Xie Qingcheng assumed he was sleeping in his room and asked again,
"Did it bother you?"

He Yu shakes his head again.

"Just give me a minute, it's half an hour."

He Yu gave him a good laugh.

The man is really tense all the time.

"Forget it, it's fine, take your time."

But Xie Qingcheng thought he was really here and couldn't sleep with all
the noise, so he stuck around to end the call.

Relieved, he turned back to He Yu and was about to say something to him

when there was a blackness in front of him and He Yu was already close to
him, standing by his chair.

Immediately afterwards, a warm porcelain stew pot was placed in Xie

Qingcheng's hand, warm, like a loving desire that had been chopped up
and simmered down to the heart.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and opened the lid to take a
look.

"Where did you buy the iced sorbet?"

He Yu smiles and looks at him without speaking.

Xie Qingcheng Taking a closer look, the pears were scooped out of their
bitter cores and even the hard-to-chew skin was carefully removed; the
crushed Sichuan shellfish was hidden in the hearts of the pears, which
were dipped in sugar water that seemed to be flowing out along that
teenager's heart. The sweetness and the heat were nowhere to be seen.

Xie Qingcheng came back to her senses: "You ......"

"I'm smart, right?" He Yu raised his eyebrows and suddenly raised his
hand to cup Xie Qingcheng's face, "I learned it in a flash, it was so easy.
You should eat it while it's still warm."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He suddenly felt the porcelain goblet in his hand a little hot.

It was so hot that he was almost

It's going to be impossible to hold.

He hadn't ...... had such a delicate snow pear soup in twenty years.

It was too cumbersome and unpleasant to eat, with a sweet and bitter
taste and an astringent tongue, and although it was good medicine, there
were, after all, many readily available alternatives to the syrup. So since
his parents had left, no one had ever given him such a careful stew of the
time-consuming and laborious Sichuan scallop and snow pear soup.

Xie Qingcheng Suddenly sighed: " He Yu ......"

"Hmm?"

"You say how nice it would be if you were a woman. That used to be ......"
he said halfway through, knowing he had lost his tongue and couldn't go
on with this scum talk. So he stopped and looked down and took a sip of
pear soup.

He Yu froze for a moment, vaguely thinking that Xie Qingcheng's words

just now were worth pondering, but also eager to see Xie Qingcheng's
reaction to the soup he had made, and unable to use his mind for two
purposes, he was a bit overwhelmed.
A few seconds later -

"Cough cough!!!"

A startling cough startled He Yu, who had forgotten to think about what
Xie Qingcheng meant.

Xie Qingcheng turned blue and pushed the porcelain cup aside, unable to
resist covering his mouth, looking as if he wanted to vomit.

Seeing that something was wrong, He Yu picked up the porcelain cup and
took a sip himself -

"Poof!!!"

The spoon falls down.

"Oh my God! Why is it so salty!!!"

It turns out that Mr. He, who is not familiar with the Xie Qingcheng
kitchen, mistook sea salt for sugar and stewed it in the sorbet.

The pot is completely inedible.

He Yu followed Xie Qingcheng with a green face, a little guilty, a little

complaining, and a little embarrassed.

"That ...... who, who knew you had sea salt here ......"

Xie Qingcheng washed the pot without a word and turned back to the
table.

He Yu takes a step back.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a moment and then suddenly asked,
"Have you had enough for dinner?"

"Ah ...... huh?"

"I haven't had enough to make you some handmade dumplings, there's
flour and meat, make a few quickly, I'll be done, as long as you're not
sleepy yet."

He Yu froze for a moment and reacted.

He understood that Xie Qingcheng did not want to be indebted to anyone,

so he gave him snow pear stew, and then he wanted to pay off the debt
by making him dumplings. He Yu's heart was full of mixed feelings, but
after holding back for a while, he couldn't hold back and finally took two
steps forward, reaching out to hug his strong, thin waist.

"I don't want the dumplings."

"So what's it going to be?"

"I want you to ...... want you to hug me again."

He Yu stopped Xie Qingcheng before he could make a move.

"Don't push me away."

"......"

The boy is a little rascal, a little brutal, but unconsciously, a little pathetic.

"Xie Qingcheng ."

He said.

"I'll just hold you for a minute."

"......"

"Just for a minute, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's hand rested on He Yu's shoulder, but he didn't put any
more pressure on it after all.
He felt that his tolerance of He Yu was getting to the point of being
inappropriate. In his law of cub rearing, such behavior was, in fact,
considered coddling

He didn't know if he could still control it.

What was out of control was not supposed to be in his life, and he stood in
the kitchen with the silhouette of He Yu embracing him reflected in the
window. Xie Qingcheng leaned back against the cupboard, his mind in a
state of confusion that had not existed in the past.

A minute was long overdue and he tried to push He Yu away.

But He Yu rested his head on the nape of his neck and said softly, "Brother
...... what to do, I can't live without you anymore."

"......"

"I don't know what I'll be like if you're not with me one day ...... It doesn't
matter what I eat or what I live in as long as I can be with you."

"It doesn't matter what happens as long as I can be with you ......"

When Xie Qingcheng heard him say this, and saw him hugging and
pampering himself and expressing his feelings so earnestly, his heart
became even more confused, a tangled mess that felt like it was wrapped
around his throat, entangling all the words he wanted to say.

After that day, He Yu went to the Xie Qingcheng dormitory more

frequently.

Before, it was only after classes that I would go to the medical university,
but now I even have to run to the university next door during my lunch
break.

Xie Qingcheng ate in the canteen, and he followed suit, slowly becoming
less picky. And like normal university students, he discovered the joy of
eating junk food.
For example, the fried chicken shop in front of the school, which the
young master used to never go in, would only eat K Kee and M Kee at
most.

Now, the young master not only eats roadside fried chicken by himself,
but sometimes drags Xie Qingcheng along with him.

Xie Qingcheng is too old for fried food after all.

After being forced by He Yu to eat the salt-crusted chicken set twice, he

went back to the dormitory to cook his own lunch. When Xie Qingcheng
realized that something was wrong, he took a look and found a whole set
of cartoon bowls in the cupboard and even two mugs for He Yu, one for
water and one for coffee, on the table.

"........."

He sighed and picked up the cup made to look like a fox, frowned at it for
a moment, but put it back in its original place.

He could sense that He Yu's affection for him was growing, but He Yu's
heart was also becoming more and more fragile as it was stripped of its
armor in front of him.

He used to be able to scold him all he wanted, and He Yu had the cheek to
pretend he didn't hear anything anyway.

Now that this one heart was flayed before him in pieces and at his
disposal, he was more or less clueless.

Several times he wanted to solemnly advise He Yu not to come near him

again, but when the words came to him and he met the boy's eyes, he
was suddenly speechless.

Xie Qingcheng's heart, which had always been calm and cool to the point
of callousness, had finally become more and more "unforgiving" because
of He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng realized that the matter had gotten out of hand after all.

--
When he cannot make He Yu give up loving himself, but is increasingly
unable to refuse all of He Yu's entreaties and looks, then it could not be
clearer what he should do.

Another weekend.

He Yu had a meal at Xie Qingcheng's house.

As Xie Qingcheng was washing the dishes, he suddenly approached him

and asked, "Xie Qingcheng, do you have time tomorrow?"

"What?"

"I just happen to have two of the Longshots

Tickets to the musical and no one to go with me, see if you're

interested ......"

Xie Qingcheng did not answer immediately.

He had made up his mind in the last few days to have a proper talk with
He Yu, something that couldn't go on like this, even if the process of
talking about it would be brutal, but like checking for cancer, the sooner it
happened, the better it could be contained.

Xie Qingcheng therefore looked back at He Yu for a while after he had

finished sorting out all the kitchen cleaning utensils.

The teenager's eyes were mesmerized and as he looked at them, he

thought they were a very rare pair of eyes.

Unfortunately it's time to come to your senses after all.

Xie Qingcheng finally asked him, "What time tomorrow?"

"Seven thirty in the evening." He Yu visibly cheered up, "If you go, we can
have dinner before-"

"I'm going to a lecture tomorrow night with another professor." Meeting

the sudden disappointment in He Yu's eyes, Xie Qingcheng added, "But I
should be able to make it at 7:30. It's at the Hu Zhou Theatre, isn't it?"
"Yes." He Yu nodded quickly.

"...... is good. I'll be there."

Go with him one more time.

Then talk openly with him and end He Yu's growing dependence on him.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu and he were not going to work out, age,
sexual orientation, gender, and physical condition ...... There were so
many barriers in between that one would only be scared going towards
the other.

Over-obsession and love at any cost is a disease.

The surgery was painful.

But it still has to go to the doctor.

Xie Qingcheng agrees to He Yu's invitation and is ready to end the

relationship, which has become somewhat uncontrollable, with his own
hands.

However, the next afternoon, the unexpected happened.

Chapter 150 - True Blessings

The accident came on account of the Wang political commissar's side.

Although the treatment of the new RN-13 is going well.

Chen Man and Xie Xue have been transferred to the general ward after
taking the antidote developed by the laboratory and will soon be
discharged.

But Commissar Wang was still very concerned about Chen Man being
injected with the drug, and had considerable doubts about whether Chen
Man had been cured. He tried his best to reduce the number of people
who knew about the experiments, but he hoped that Xie Qingcheng and
the others would be more cooperative and send the drug to Yan Zhou for
the Yan Zhou scientists to analyze, so that he could have complete peace
of mind.

No one dared to say no to Commissar Wang, and even the dean had a
hard time communicating with him, so they finally had to make an
emergency phone call and call Xie Qingcheng to Meiyu to explain to old
man Wang.

Xie Qingcheng went.

"Commissar Wang."

"Have a seat." In the dean's office, Commissar Wang sat Xie Qingcheng
down, "Tell me about this medicine, why can't I bring it to Yan Zhou, or
even let Yan Zhou's scientific staff know about it?"

Xie Qingcheng says: "From your point of view, it's for Chen Man's safety."

"My grandson was injected with an unknown drug and it was to ensure his
safety that I had to get Yan Zhou's personnel to come and see if it really
wouldn't affect him anymore as well."

Xie Qingcheng said, "Commissar Wang, I have told you the general
situation, and you know that this drug has high scientific value, and high
scientific value means that there are many people like Huang Zhilong who
will go to great lengths to get the experimental data for it. If you tell Yan
Zhou's researchers about this, how sure are you that there won't be
another Huang Zhilong among them?"

Commissar Wang's face did not look good, in his opinion, Xie Qingcheng
was just an ordinary teacher: "Then why should I trust you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Because my sister was injected with the same drugs. And
she's the only family I have."
"......"

"You should understand what I mean - you are a political commissar, but
you are also Chen Man's grandfather. I am only a teacher, but I am also
the brother of a girl, her only family in the world - and I know that I will not
lose out to you in the love of my family." Xie Qingcheng looked at him
steadily, "That is why you should trust me, and only me."

"I will get them out of the hospital without any problems and that is, in
fact, the case already."

As the two men confronted each other, Meiyu's latest test report on Chen
Man came out and was delivered to Commissar Wang's desk by the head
nurse.

Political Commissar Wang: "How was it?"

The head nurse was respectful with some trembling, except for people like
Xie Qingcheng, there was no one who would not tremble at the sight of a
big man of the level of Commissar Wang: "You, please don't worry, it's
much lower than before the attack, and it's basically close to normal now."

Political commissar Wang took the test sheet and looked at it back and
forth for a long time.

Finally he put the list down on the table and said to Xie Qingcheng, "I'll
have the driver pick you up in the evening and I want to ask you
specifically about Chen Yan and what exactly you encountered at Zhi Long
Entertainment. I mean, Professor Xie, I want to hear the truth. Do you
understand?"

"...... understands."

When Xie Qingcheng wanted to go to dinner with Commissar Wang, the

entire Meiyu team was sweating for him.

The Dean felt this was too much of a compromise

He tried to tell Chen Man, who was still resting in the ward, but was
stopped by Xie Qingcheng - Chen Man needed to recuperate and he knew
that the more Chen Man got invo Lued, the harder it would be for him to
deal with it.
He was categorically not going to be completely honest with Political
Commissar Wang, the stakes were too high.

But what kind of person is Commissar Wang?

What has the old man never seen? What has he not heard?

Xie Qingcheng knew he had to answer every question carefully and

thoughtfully, to dissuade Commissar Wang from pursuing the case,
without telling him the core of the entire RN-13 case.

It was a very difficult meal.

The secretary on Commissar Wang's side kept pouring wine for Xie
Qingcheng, as if Xie Qingcheng would be able to tell the truth if he drank
too much - but once the Commissar realized that Xie Qingcheng could
easily get drunk, he told the secretary to stop pouring.

He had come to ask about this young man, not to bully a professor who
had no one to turn to.

The old fox was slightly moved at the end of the meal, thinking that there
seemed to be no loopholes in the young man's words, but rather a clear
and honest presentation of what was at stake.

Towards the end of the banquet, Commissar Wang's countenance finally

eased.

He raised his glass once to Xie Qingcheng and said, "...... I have actually
heard Chen Yan mention you many times. I hope you understand that I
am acting as a grandfather today and am ensuring the safety of my
grandson, not trying to deliberately make things difficult for you or
anything."

Xie Qingcheng picked up his cup, he was actually a little too drunk to drink
and his body was burning slightly.

Nevertheless, he politely toasted this last toast.

The old man was not trying to make things difficult for them.

But there are people whose identities are at stake, and even the simplest
things can become complicated, just like this glass of wine, which is
obviously ultimately just a thank-you apology and goodwill that falls into
the stomach, but also really burns.

Xie Qingcheng also had to drink it.

It was a good thing that the banquet came to an end.

The next day, Political Commissar Wang had to return to Yan Zhou, so he
said goodbye to Xie Qingcheng and left in his car. Xie Qingcheng finally
relaxed his body, which had been tense all afternoon and evening, and no
one knew that the back of his shirt was completely soaked.

He took a few moments in front of the large lawn in front of the hotel,
slowly regaining his energy. Many people in academia or art do not like
socializing because it disturbs their brain cells too much, and Xie
Qingcheng is one of these people.

He watched Commissar Wang's car go away, and when the tail lights had
completely disappeared, he walked over to the hotel's koi pond, lit a
cigarette, looked out into the vast night, and exhaled a heavy haze.

It had been a busy day and he hadn't had a moment to breathe, and only
now had he smoked his first cigarette.

As I was lost in thought, the chiming bell of the ancient building next door
to the hospital sounded.

Xie Qingcheng, his mind preoccupied with many things and his thoughts
slowed down by too much wine, listened indifferently at first, but when the
bell struck eight, he was stunned and suddenly realized something.

He immediately raised his wrist and looked down, blushing slightly as he

took in the hands on the surface.

It's nine o'clock ......

In the process of communicating with Commissar Wang, Xie Qingcheng

put his phone on silent and now that he could finally look at it, he was
surprised to find that the early

The appointment with He Yu has passed.

He Yu has had many phone calls and more than a dozen WeChat
messages, the last of which was about half an hour ago.

Xie Qingcheng cursed himself for forgetting about it!

He immediately called a car and then quickly called He Yu's number back.

"Hello, the number you have called is switched off, please call again
later ......"

The car is here and the call has not been answered.

Xie Qingcheng sidled into the back seat and slammed the door shut.

The master asked, "Where is the gentleman going?"

"Huzhou Grand Theatre." Xie Qingcheng held his slightly drunken,

somewhat aching head, "As soon as possible, please."

Huzhou is a big place, and it is about an hour's journey from Meiyu to the
theater, and the driver arrived at almost ten o'clock.

Outside the theater, the ambient lights have been extinguished and only
the pale, cold lighting is still on.

It was raining and Xie Qingcheng asked for an umbrella from the hotel
reception before he got in.

No response.

Xie Qingcheng then sends him a voice.

"He Yu: where are you?"

"Give me a message back when you hear it."

After a long detour, Xie Qingcheng found the lone figure outside the large
fountain at the north entrance of the theater.

He Yu is sitting on the edge of the steps with his knees in his arms.

The rain kept falling and he was soaked to the skin like a large homeless
dog.
Xie Qingcheng was relieved and felt very uncomfortable at the same time.
He quickly came over to He Yu with his umbrella and it hit him from
behind.

"He Yu ."

The teenager was stunned for a moment.

Then slowly lift your head.

Xie Qingcheng was startled - He Yu's almond eyes were bloodshot, his lips
were bloody, and although he was clutching his wrist tightly, Xie
Qingcheng didn't need to look hard to see that he even had fresh bruises
on it.

When he sees the man, there is a flash of light in He Yu's eyes before it
turns to silence.

He buried his face again and folded his arms beneath his palms.

"What else are you doing here?"

His face was tilted to one side, droplets of water dripping down his
forehead hair.

"The concert is over, it's all empty."

"......"

He Yu was calm, calm almost to the point of breaking: "You go."

Xie Qingcheng wanted to speak several times, but he did not know what
to say. It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort He Yu; the point was that
he had only ever comforted his patients, hardly ever his crushes. He
thought for a while before he said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

He Yu did not say anything.

Xie Qingcheng lifted his hand to his forehead, and just as he felt the heat,
He Yu opened his hand.
"Don't touch me, why do you care about me, you go to Chen Man."

"I'm looking for Chen Man because--"

Xie Qingcheng stopped in the middle of his sentence.

He frowned slightly, "How do you know I've been to Mayo?"

"......"

On closer inspection, by the steps of the fountain pool is a broken

Mobile phones.

......

No wonder He Yu could not receive his calls.

Xie Qingcheng calmed down for a moment and looked up at him, "Did you
locate my address?"

He Yu didn't respond at first, favoring a slightly pale face with no intention

of acknowledging it, but after a while it suddenly seemed like he couldn't
hold on, the shell that was barely clinging to him began to fall apart, and
he held back, first with a soft trembling of his lips, and in time, even with
biting his lip, he couldn't get his emotions under control.

The young man's eyes went from fierce to red, from red to moist, and
finally, with tears in his eyes, a single tear slipped abruptly down in
resignation, all in the blink of an eye.

Xie Qingcheng didn't even have time to react before he was confused by
He Yu's sudden fall of tears.

"You ......"

"Now you don't have to worry about me, there's another RN-13 victim who
is more like you than I am, more obedient than I am, better at shushing
people than I am, and I'm not the only one who understands you
anymore."

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what he was talking about for a while, so he
just looked at him with his umbrella.
He Yu is very sad, sad with a touch of fierceness.

"But Xie Qingcheng: if you have something and you have to be with him
and you have to take care of him in the hospital, can't you give me a call
in advance? You know I've just been waiting ...... I've been waiting ......"

Xie Qingcheng had no idea that this was the reason why he was so
injured.

Xie Qingcheng is a very independent, career-minded person who does not

have much of a personal life, and those who have come into contact with
him in the past have understood this very well.

Even Li Ruoqiu, who understood long before her marriage that Xie
Qingcheng would not check her mobile phone or return her phone calls if
she got up from working late.

This was the first time he had delayed a call and an appointment because
he was dealing with a patient and had been made to count on the other
side.

He felt a little helpless.

But vaguely, there was also a feeling that I had never experienced before.

Only a child would be so "careful" to care about an invitation he had

promised him and not give any reason to give in. It is certainly capricious,
but in this capriciousness there seems to be a sense of youthful
impudence and cuteness.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, his stern frown loosening.

He lifted his hand to touch He Yu's drenched hair, intending to talk to him
properly about the situation and, incidentally, to tell him that Chen Man
had gotten better, even with RN-13, and that he would not all become
psycho-Ebola. However -

"...... pop!"

He Yu heaved his hand open again.

"Don't touch me. When he was sick, he was able to summon you over and
keep you with him for so long ...... What did you say to him, Xie Qingcheng
? What do you and him have to break up for so long to break it up? You
are not his personal doctor, even if you know more about RN-13 than
others, going over to so Lue some problems, an hour or two is enough,
right?" He Yu was having a really hard time.

Love is something that can mess up young people.

He was so calm and collected in front of Chen Man, but only he knew how
worried he was.

Chen Man was attacked by RN-13 and Chen Man's brother died
investigating the death of Xie Qingcheng's parents ...... compared to him,
the policeman

There is more leverage to hold Xie Qingcheng's feet to the fire.

And he has nothing ......

Nothing.

"Do you know how happy I was when you were able to say yes and see
the recital with me? I waited happily all day, I came here happily, I
clutched my ticket, I waited here all the time. Then it got dark ......" He Yu
couldn't help but choke up when he said, "It got dark ......"

"The people, in twos and threes, were heading inside and the security
guard came over and asked me if I couldn't find a place to check my ticket
and I said no, I was just waiting for someone. Then it rained and he told
me to go inside, the show had opened and I said you'd be here soon. I
called you but couldn't get through."

Xie Qingcheng watched as his emotions crumbled a little like sand that
had lost its water.

He tried to stop it, but He Yu wouldn't listen.

He Yu just wanted to finish what he was saying in his heart.

He Yu said, " Xie Qingcheng: do you know ...... I was particularly afraid at
that moment that it was my hallucination."
"......"

"Have you ever noticed what day it is?"

Xie Qingcheng has never really noticed it.

Many adults live to the end of their lives without paying much attention to
dates, unless something has to be set on a certain day to be done,
otherwise the days are the same every day.

Xie Qingcheng lives a mechanical life.

He knew it was then that he vaguely sensed something and went down to
his phone, and on the screen was the 26th of May ......

He looked up suddenly, " He Yu: I ......"

"It'll be my twentieth birthday once the zero hour passes."

He Yu's long, thick eyelashes droop.

"Xie Qingcheng, the Xie Xue I once waited for was a fake, the chocolate
birthday cake was a fake, it was also raining heavily that day and I waited
in the villa until twe Lue o'clock when I only waited for the little ridiculous
illusion I gave myself."

"It 's dark."

"I don't know ...... I don't know if you're a fake too."

He buried his face in his palms, veins rippling beneath his skin, his voice
desperate and tainted with some madness, his whole being like a rose
soaked in blood, dangerous, terrifying, yet fragile and pathetic.

He Yu choked out, "I don't know if you're a fake too! You never showed
up! I can't reach you ...... I can't wait for you ...... No one comes to me ......
No one comes to stay with me! I have nothing ...... twenty years ...... you
have Chen Man and I'm not the only one ...... I still have nothing!!!
NOTHING!!!"

He was near his voice by the end.

Xie Qingcheng saw that he was still wearing the monitoring ring that he
had given him on his wrist, which had a slightly soothing effect on the
wearer's emotions and also provided an early warning of the wearer's
violent emotional ups and downs.

And at the moment, the sensor light on the side of this bracelet is showing
an extremely dangerous red color.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu's feelings were getting out of hand.

The boy in front of him is like a trapped animal in a cage, whimpering, his
cries evoking for the first time such a strong resonance in Xie Qingcheng's
chest.

He Yu says: "Ouch ......"

"That hurts. ......"

He pressed one hand to his chest, a patient who should have been very
dull to the five senses

Says " Xie Qingcheng ...... It seems to be empty here but it hurts ......"

Xie Qingcheng looked at the young man in tears and felt a feeling in his
heart that he could not explain.

It was like a scarred Xiao Long wailing on the reef.

It's dying ......

It looks like it is about to die of sadness.

It is truly sad to the point of death and lonely to the point of death.

Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu, he did not know what to say, it seemed
that whatever he said was too pale in the face of such strong feelings. He
walked over to him, as He Yu had once done on New Year's Eve, trying to
raise his hand to cover the invisible scar over his heart, to stop the blood
that was dripping from him.

He walks over -

He also wanted to quell He Yu's blood.

Both of them, originally, were people with old wounds.

The wounds are deep, piercing straight to the heart. Those scars no one
knows, only they know each other.

He doesn't understand why He Yu cares so much about Chen Man, who

will always be different from He Yu, but to Xie Qingcheng, Chen Man is a
brother, a friend, a companion.

And what about He Yu?

Xie Qingcheng was unable to say anything for a while.

He did not know when He Yu had eaten into his life so deeply that, looking
back, he no longer thought there was anyone in the world who could take
He Yu's place.

A vague awareness of this shocked Xie Qingcheng, who had never before
considered what He Yu was now in his eyes.

What is it?

He Yu was the one who was most like him, the one who was closest to
him, the one who knew the most of his secrets, the one who lived and
died with him countless times.

But He Yu is a man.

And he doesn't love men, his sexuality is female, and he's been married
and divorced, not to mention Xie Qingcheng knows he doesn't need any
love at all these days.

And so, what is such a special, irreplaceable person by anyone, then?

He does not know, as if he were in a maze.

Xie Qingcheng is just determined to walk forward at this moment. He held

the umbrella with one hand and lifted it with the other - he knew the pain,
the pain that belongs exclusively to mental Ebola patients, the pain that
cuts through the bones more than cancer pain. The name is loneliness,
the name is loneliness, the name is despair ...... He finally took the
initiative to hug He Yu at this moment.

Xie Qingcheng used his own hand and pressed it against the devil
dragon's broken heart, letting the poisoned blood flow over his palm.

He held him.

Xie Qingcheng said, " He Yu: it's true, not fake. I'm sorry."

"......"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember the day, I ......" Xie Qingcheng really didn't
know what to say, the old man had a tough mouth, too dad, he hadn't
even coaxed his wife much before, much less how to coax little boys.

It was all he could do to hold He Yu like this, the rain beating on the
umbrella above their heads and the wind blowing through their coats.

He held him so tightly in the storm.

The pale dragon seemed to be using its own body, curling around the
demonic dragon that was so sad that it was on the verge of death.

He held the trembling teenager in his arms, and his voice was even
slightly hoarse.

"I'm sorry He Yu."

"......"

"It's not time yet, but I wanted to say ...... Happy 20th birthday to you."

He Yu's body trembled violently -

Happy birthday to you.

"He Yu: happy sixteenth birthday."

The storm, the swaying candlelight, the smiling Xie Xue holding her
birthday cake, the bells ringing in the villa Happy birthday ...... Happy
birthday ......

He Yu shivers uncontrollably.

False.

Fake ......!

No people. No cake. No blessings.

He stripped away the truth in the room where the message was projected,
knowing that all was self-preservation given to him by his poor pride.

Perhaps sensing his sickness, Xie Qingcheng holds him a little more
strongly, as if this will allow He Yu to hear his heartbeat and touch his hot
blood.

"I'm here."

"...... is a fake ......"

"It's real, it's not fake, it's not an illusion."

He Yu's voice was hoarse: "It's fake ...... it's fake ...... Xie Qingcheng would
never hug me ...... he would never hug me, I begged him for so long, I
begged him to hug me ...... he wouldn't ...... never did ......"

He was so wounded that he had previously been concealed by a painted

skin, but this was the moment when he was finally laid bare, with blood
flowing at the end.

"You're a fake! It's an illusion!!!"

His eyes were cold and frantic, and he swung Xie Qingcheng's umbrella
down violently. The rain fell suddenly on their shoulders, trapping him and
him together like a transparent net.

After a few seconds, a dozen seconds, or even a few minutes, He Yu

realizes that the dream has not yet awoken.
Xie Qingcheng has not yet disappeared either.

"......"

Slowly, he stopped telling the truth or lies, as if it no longer mattered.

His trembling went from violent, to weak, to faint, to calm. Suddenly, he

clung to Xie Qingcheng as if he were trying to hold on to a piece of
driftwood for survival.

The harsh red on the bracelet flickered and flickered ...... slowly, as if the
demon's eyes were closed, and the red light faded to a warm orange.

He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's shoulders and he held him so hard,
as if he wanted to break Xie Qingcheng's bones and pierce them into his
own body.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly clutched Xie Qingcheng's hand, not

caring whether the umbrella was crooked or not and whether the two
would get wet. The look on his face was complex - shady, frenzied,
twisted, lost, hopeful, obsessed ...... all intertwined.

Then he dragged Xie Qingcheng, without a word, towards the open car
park at the back of the theater.

Chapter 151 - The Night of the

Twentieth Birthday
He tugged Xie Qingcheng, without a word, towards the open car park at
the back of the theatre.

He Yu is in a state of half-madness, half-awake, his consciousness is not

so clear, but his feelings are still there.

Perhaps subconsciously he wanted to confirm whether Xie Qingcheng was

real.

Maybe he still thinks it's a fantasy and there's no harm in indulging a little.

He dragged Xie Qingcheng to the car park in silence. Xie Qingcheng

reacted halfway and tried to break free, but his strength was weakening,
and he had been drinking, and his left arm hadn't been strong since the Yi
Village case.

He was no longer a match for He Yu, although he was able to tussle with
him for a while.

The door of the Grand Cullinan was opened, and He Yu lifted high enough
to push the man violently into the last row.

"He Yu: you ......!"

He Yu remained silent and got into the car without closing the door behind
him.

Before Xie Qingcheng could get up, he leaned in and pressed down,
bracing his arm against the man's slightly pale face.

He looked at Xie Qingcheng in awe, and after a while, he silently shed a

series of tears.

With silent tears streaming down his face, he lifted his hand and stroked
Xie Qingcheng's face little by little.

From the straight brow, to the bridge of the nose, to the lips, to the sharp
lines of the jaw ......

In theory, Xie Qingcheng should have broken away from him.

But in the ambient light of the car, Xie Qingcheng can see the look in He
Yu's eyes at this moment.
Those were eyes that were too sad.

He Yu's hand trembles gently as he touches Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows

and features, as if a person who has lost his light and is in perpetual
darkness is checking to see if there is really someone around him.

It was as if he wanted to know, by this touch, whether it was an illusion or

the real Xie Qingcheng who was with him.

Xie Qingcheng wondered if he had drunk too much wine and his heart
trembled violently under such a gaze.

He used to suspect that the deep dependence he saw in He Yu's eyes, as

if he would die if he left him, was false, an illusion of his own self-interest.

But then he learnt that it was all true.

He Yu was really so in love with him, irreplaceably in love with him ......
but he couldn't be with him, no matter what way they were considered.

He had even intended to make this point clear to He Yu after he had

finished watching the Rangzen today.

At this moment there is nothing to say.

He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's eyelids, dripping down the curve of
his cheeks before being wiped away by the owner's own hands.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

The only glimmer of hope in the eyes of this desperate young man is the
Xie Qingcheng reflected in his eyes at this moment.

If Xie Qingcheng had pushed him away.

His light is about to be extinguished completely.

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu looked into his eyes and sought out his hand.

He held him.
The boy's trembling hand clasped the man's slightly cool hand.

The ring on He Yu's wrist, still orange, is not in any kind of stable state,
and even still flashes a little red now and then as his mind ebbs and flows.
That glow was

Like handcuffs, it seemed to tighten both their hands together.

Thorough and pestering.

He Yu said, " Xie Qingcheng: I am twenty years old."

"Whether you're real or not, stay with me, will you ......"

With those words, he lowered his head and kissed Xie Qingcheng on the
lips.

The young man's kissing skills were not very good, but they were hot, and
when you kissed him you could feel his whole heart burning with love, so
stubbornly and madly burning, as if it would not be extinguished until the
end of his life, or as if his life had been rekindled by the fire of this love.

Xie Qingcheng was held down by him in

Xie Qingcheng's hands, which had been entwined, began to lose their
strength, and his wrists, which were inscribed in English, dropped to the
leather seat cushion.

"Xie Qingcheng: Dr Xie ...... you don't leave me."

He Yu looks at him between the gasps of the kiss and murmurs in a

nightmarish way.

Like madness.

"Don't leave me. ......"

He is brutal, yet like a glaze that has fallen apart.

Xie Qingcheng saw clearly the chafing of his soul, and it occurred to him -
He Yu had pulled him to his side on New Year's Eve, when he was in the
greatest pain.
Was he going to push him into extinction on his twentieth birthday?

Xie Qingcheng's heart flutters.

He Yu murmured softly right next to his ear, as if begging for help: " Xie
Qingcheng ...... Will you hold me again?"

"I've really put up with it for a long time ...... I'm dying from the pain, Xie
Qingcheng: you save me ...... you save me ...... "

Today is his birthday - Xie Qingcheng thought - and today is He Yu's

twentieth birthday.

Even if he had a heart of stone, he would not be able to say anything

desperate to He Yu at this point in time.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes slowly softened under this repeated entanglement -

he knew they could not be together, that everything the teenager wanted,
he could not give in the end. Soon, he would still have to take up the
blade himself and cut through the thousands of tangles between them.

But -

"I like you."

"It hurts to love you, Xie Qingcheng: it hurts to love you, I can't get ...... I
know I have to let go, but I'm still ...... still loving you day by day... ..."

What echoed in his ears was the hottest confession He Yu had ever given
him.

A confession he was not destined to respond to.

Xie Qingcheng knew that he would have to leave.

In that case ...... it's ...... for the last time.

Before saying those decisive words, let him spend his twentieth birthday
with him for once. Twenty years, the boy had lived so lonely, never having
had even one full birthday.
He had little money and could not give He Yu anything material, and all he
could give, and all He Yu wanted, was his own body.

Sorry, He Yu.

What I have is too little.

There is also so little to give you.

So the last thing I can give you ...... is just a little something like this to
pay for your sixteen years of age

A year of make-believe to make up for the reality of your twenties, I

guess. And after this ......

Xie Qingcheng didn't think about it any further, his chest actually
throbbed when he did, and he looked at him as He Yu lowered his head to
kiss him again, and Xie Qingcheng didn't look away after all.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier as the two kissed in the
car.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... " He Yu choked out, " Xie Qingcheng ...... "

Xie Qingcheng was recited by him one by one, the voice so helpless, so
reverent, so desperate ......

The voice burrowed into Xie Qingcheng's slightly drunken mind, slowly
becoming a compulsion that was even more dizzying than alcohol. As Xie
Qingcheng listened to him call out to him and felt his tears fall on his face,
a feeling of sadness and pity grew in his heart like never before - was he
really drunk?

He's really drunk, isn't he? ......

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

After He Yu called his name with another sob, Xie Qingcheng lifted his
arms around the back of He Yu's neck and brought him down. He indulged
himself and as he took the initiative to kiss the distraught and confused
teenager, Xie Qingcheng whispered, "There, there, good boy, don't cry."
He Yu responded by being stunned for a long time before falling into tears
and kissing him hard, with such force that the taste of blood soon seeped
from their mouths.

He Yu said, "You must be a fake ...... It's my illusion ...... Xie Qingcheng
never talks to me like that ...... he never ...... He never ......"

At the end of the sentence, the sadness took on a bit more of a beguiling
madness.

Xie Qingcheng looked a little frightened by the madness, but he had also
made up his mind that he would not care about anything tonight, and this
was the only response he could give to He Yu.

Final response.

So after He Yu murmured in a low voice: "It's okay if it's fake ...... will you
stay with me ...... do it with me ...... ", Xie Qingcheng still didn't duck
away.

The hot kiss pressed down once more.

In a blur, Xie Qingcheng thought she was crazy to do such a thing with He
Yu in an open car park.

Even though it was late and they were parked in a remote location with no
cars around, there was no guarantee that no one else would pass by.

He Yu didn't even close the car door tightly before he started to undress
him. The boy had been holding back for a long time, his heart was in a
hurry, and he was sick, so he was a bit dreamy and awake, and his
movements were less restrained and more rough.

"Wait a minute, you close the door first ......"

(......1w words)

He Yu has long since come to his senses after a violent encounter.

He is fully aware that the person with whom he has been tangled in the
garage until midnight is not nothing, but is indeed Xie Qingcheng.
It was Xie Qingcheng who was comforting him.

It was Xie Qingcheng who accompanied him.

It was Xie Qingcheng who did not choose to leave in the end, but instead
used blood and flesh and desire and heat to quell his heart's chronic
illness and stop his pain.

He Yu's hand trembled as he kept touching Xie Qingcheng's brow with his
fingertips in a state of extreme infatuation and fondness ...... not unlike
the Xie Xue of the year he was sixteen.

Xie Qingcheng, it's true.

Just as the two of them were slowing down in the aftermath of their
passion, the bell on the top floor of the Grand Theatre was rung.

Thud--

Thud--

Thud--

......

Countless past events stampede in the magnificent sound of the bells,

covering the bells in the once large, empty villa like snow.

The young man looked at him, at the truth and warmth he had waited
twenty years for, and once again the tears fell, dripping onto Xie
Qingcheng's face.

Xie Qingcheng was so angry with the young man that he wanted to slap
him, but He Yu actually cried in front of him after fucking him, so he didn't
hit the crying man with his hand.

Instead, they are speechless.

"What are you ...... doing here again?"

He Yu holds him.

The evil dragon felt as if something was about to roil out inside.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's eyes met, He Yu gazing into Xie Qingcheng's
eyes.

"Xie Qingcheng ."

The teenager said.

"You know what? This is the first time in twenty years that someone has
spent my birthday with me."

"Thank you."

"I love you."

"......"

Because the boy's feelings were so deep and heavy, Xie Qingcheng,
whose thoughts were still slow after the passion, did not know what to say
back to him.

It's as if it's wrong to scold him for deserving him.

Xie Qingcheng leaned back weakly in his chair, the leather seat already
damp and sticky, a scene of desolation. Not knowing what to say and
tired, he simply didn't say anything, and his gaze was a little slack as he
let the teenager kiss his lips, the tip of his nose, his earrings ...... to his
neck.

"Brother ...... you're so wet ......"

Xie Qingcheng feebly: "Roll ......"

He Yu: "Let me take you back to my house, it's close to my house and I
can give you a bath while I clean you up ......"

Xie Qingcheng grabbed the mineral water bottle next to him and smashed
it over He Yu's head to stop his rambling.

"Get lost you."

He Yu has been scolded by Xie Qingcheng so many times that he has

already figured out what kind of emotion is in his voice.
It was a lazy roll with him.

There was a languor in the magnetic voice.

He Yu smiled, the monitoring ring on his wrist having somehow reverted

to an aqua blue, a symbol of tranquillity. He pulled his shirt over Xie
Qingcheng's body and kissed him again with his head down.

Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he dragged it down.

He Yu covers him again.

"Brother, you don't want to catch a cold." He rubbed the tip of his nose
and coaxed in a small voice, "I'll get the car."

Chapter 152 - The discovered

ambiguity
And sure enough, going back to his house with He Yu resulted in...

Xie Qingcheng was unable to leave for the whole night of He Yu's
birthday.

At the age of twenty, He Yu seems to feel that he has finally been able to
clear up the shame of Xie Qingcheng's earlier comment that he was "a
minor in ancient times", and he tangles with him repeatedly, doing
everything he can.

Even the return of He Jiwei in the middle of the session, and a few words
with He Yu at the bedroom door, did not interrupt He Yu's pleasure, but
rather made him even more excited and forced Xie Qingcheng to do even
more.

Xie Qingcheng felt that He Yu was not a human being, he had been
knocked out twice in the middle of the night by He Yu, and when he woke
up he was still in a state of ecstasy, and the passion continued throughout
the night, and apart from the necessary rest, He Yu never stopped his
recklessness.

The two did not awaken from their sleep until the following afternoon.

When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he found He Yu looking at him intently.

"Good morning brother ......."

"...... What time is it?" The voice was hoarse beyond words.

He Yu blushed surprisingly a little and whispered, "...... it's ...... almost

2pm ......"

Xie Qingcheng lay on the bed, his long eyelashes fluttering gently, and
after a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, his emotions
somewhat mixed.

Fortunately, he is used to being unperturbed and aloof, so even if he is in

a state of ecstasy when he does it, he can quickly find himself afterwards.

He sighed, didn't say a word, and reached out his long, white, clothed
hand to fetch a cigarette from the pocket of his shirt, which had been left
at the foot of the bed.

He Yu stopped him.

The animal was quite wild in bed, saying all sorts of rubbish, but now that
he's done bullying, he's embarrassed, and his tone is almost coaxing:
"Don't smoke, it's not good for your health."

Xie Qingcheng was so frustrated by him that she looked at him coldly, "Is
this good for my health?"

He Yu knew he was in the wrong and did not say anything back.

After thinking for a moment, he whispered, "Brother, let me give you a

massage on your back."

"......"

Another self-promotion, "It's very comfortable."

Xie Qingcheng is now uncomfortable when he hears the word comfortable

coming out of He Yu's mouth. He ignores him, and the most appropriate
thing to do with this kind of ingratiation from a big dog that has gotten
into trouble is to ignore it; if you do, the other person's tail will stand up
and then it will be endless.
Since Xie Qingcheng was ignoring him, He Yu took it upon himself to give
him a careful back press.

He Yu uses little force but finds the right spot, massaging from the waist
to the thighs and then to the ca Lues.

He had once read a Japanese novel with a strong romantic element,

"Harukin-san", about a pair of lovers who were also master and disciple
and also master and servant. In that story, the male disciple had once
pressed his master's foot against his own hot chest in order to keep him
warm, so as to make him feel comfortable.

At the time, He Yu could understand the morbid feeling of infatuation, but

he did not find anything compelling about it. He could not help but rub Xie
Qingcheng's pale, faintly bruised foot to warm it up, then put it to his
heart and knead it gently.

Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes slightly and looked at him, finally unable to
resist asking, "Learned?"

He Yu with his eyelashes hanging down

Hair, little by little, rubbed the meridians on the back of his feet and let
out a low muffled muffled sound.

"What's the point of learning this?"

"When I was at Yi Village, I felt so cold on you. So I learned a little bit

when I had nothing to do, it's very effective to activate the blood."

"......" Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a moment.

He had previously wanted to hear the opera and then tell He Yu that their
relationship was fruitless and should not continue.

But I never expected to meet He Yu on his 20th birthday.

Much less did I expect this to happen afterwards.

When Xie Qingcheng heard He Yu's words and saw how gently he was
rubbing his aching acupuncture points, the words still didn't come out on
this quiet afternoon.
He is a very decisive man with a hard heart when he makes up his mind,
but for some reason the knife is becoming more and more hesitant with
He Yu.

It was not like him, but then he did become really gradually intolerant.

It is as if the poisoning is deepening.

It happened to be a Saturday, so the two of them rested in bed for a while,

then showered and washed up and got up, and it was almost four o'clock
in the afternoon.

He Yu went out to see if He Jiwei had left the house, presumably for work,
with gifts and greeting cards on the table. The villa is well soundproofed
and He Yu knows that He Jiwei obviously didn't hear the commotion last
night and thought he had brought some girl home for the night.

How could he have imagined that it would be Xie Qingcheng who was in
He Yu's bed last night?

No one who knows He Yu well, let alone He Jiwei, would think that He Yu
could get invo Lued with a man in his thirties.

And all those who are familiar with Xie Qingcheng can't imagine that
someone as tough and icy as Dr. Xie would be made to look that way in
the bed of a male student who is still studying and has a raspy bass
voice ......

Xie Qingcheng was looking out of the window at the lawn when He Yu
returned to his room after his explorations.

That's where he and He Yu first met.

It was also late spring and early summer, when he was walking along the
promenade holding a bouquet of endless summer flowers, and the veil on
the bouquet was blown off, and one of the children playing in the distance
picked it up and handed it to him.

So well behaved then, such a small child, only up to his waist, who could
have imagined that he would later be with him ......

"Xie Qingcheng ."

He Yu enters, interrupting his thoughts.

"Let's go for a meal together."

Afraid he would refuse, he added another sentence.

"Nobody's even had a cake with me."

Xie Qingcheng thought, "Forget it, he's a big man and a 20-year-old kid,
what's the point of bothering about sexual relations, it's done anyway.

As if he was a little self-absorbed and not so much concerned, he said,

"OK. I'll buy you."

The two of them went out in He Yu's own lift and no one saw them in the
process. When He Yu and Xie Qingcheng got into the taxi, they began to
wonder why something wasn't quite right - isn't it usually the man who
takes his wife out to eat something nice, buy something and make her
happy after such an event?

Why is it that Xie Qingcheng is the one who pays the bill after he has been
messing with him all night?

But Xie Qingcheng kept leaning back in his seat, looking out at the
fleeting light of the street lamps, as if he had something on his mind
rather than being particularly happy. He Yu thought about it and decided
that he should

It's better not to say anything yet, in case you provoke him.

Although Xie Qingcheng did not turn his back on him this time, as he had
done on previous occasions, He Yu was still a bit PTSD. He was worried
that Xie Qingcheng was just being a nuisance to him on his birthday, so he
reluctantly condescended to accompany him. He Yu is more or less
figuring out what to do in the midst of the bloodshed.

Xie Qingcheng had the chef drive to a hotpot restaurant.

This hot pot restaurant is mostly for young people, it seems to be some
kind of internet celebrity restaurant, when it first opened the yellow cow
queue was more than 100 yuan a number.
When they were seated, Xie Qingcheng scanned a code on his mobile
phone and tossed it to He Yu, saying, "Here, order whatever you like."

"......"

It feels quite odd.

This kind of hard work all day and all night, and then afterwards by your
own woman or do

It was called Little, White, Face.

He Yu insists on not admitting that he is a white boy.

Still, he did not dare to say anything.

Under the calm gaze of the owner, he honestly took the owner's phone
and ordered a few dishes that looked okay before handing it back to Xie
Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng: "Finished?"

"I don't eat a lot of hot pot, so watch out brother."

Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly, "I don't eat it often either."

"Then why did you-"

"Xie Xue likes it." Xie Qingcheng said, "She comes here a lot. I thought
you young people were all into it."

He Yu felt he was in for a treat.

Xie Qingcheng What was the last time I invited him to dinner? A middle-
aged vegetarian restaurant! The vegetables were so cold and clean that I
felt like I could immediately disappear into the void after eating.

Brother was shilling him that time, silently cautioning him about how far
apart the two of them were and how inappropriate they were together.

This time Xie Qingcheng is thinking from the perspective of young people.
Although he was wrong in thinking that He Yu was the odd young man out
and didn't really like hot pot with his sleeves and chopsticks rolled up, He
Yu felt a warmth in his heart.

He said to Xie Qingcheng, "I'm with you, eat whatever you want."

Xie Qingcheng 漠然想，上次拿你吃素菜馆的時候，你不是這樣說的。

He gave He Yu a number of additional orders, even placing an order for

the jelly bunnies recommended in the children's meal. The plates were
brought up quickly, the hotpot lively and gaudy in the end, the meat laid
on ice, good snowflake beef, white and fatty, scarlet and bloody, steaming
down the pan, curling up quickly in the boiling water, scalding, the aromas
and fats released in unison, the colours and aromas all intense, like a
joyous high/climax.

Raw fish, raw meat.

The knife and the chopping block are cut up and left to be picked up.

No wonder young men and women love it.

Xie Qingcheng also seems to have ordered a plate of oysters, and as the
fatty, tender oyster meat is served up, He Yu raises his eyebrows slightly,
feeling more subtle.

I heard that rich women give oysters to their men after they overindulge,
could it be that Xie Qingcheng wants him to do it again ......

Within seconds, He Yu knew he had overthought it.

Xie Qingcheng called out to the waiter, "This dish is served in error.

"

The waiter hastened to the order, bowed repeatedly in apology and

added, "Then this plate will be a gift for the two gentlemen."

He said and withdrew.

After a while, the waiter rushed to bring another plate of fresh, fat oysters
to the table opposite Xie Qingcheng, where a rich woman with a low V
skirt and fat breasts was sitting in front of a handsome college boy.

The rich woman took a chopstick of oyster, the meat twitching between
her chopsticks with living desire/lust.

The woman smiled charmingly and her eyes were silky as she diligently
swiped dishes, raw, fishy, sweet and spicy, into each other's bowls. She
spoils her boy: "Eat more sweetheart, you have so much work to do at
night~"

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng looked unhappy, so he quickly shoved

some other dishes at him: "Brother, you can eat this. What oysters are
you eating? Waiter, hurry up and bring them down. The oysters don't look
fresh."

Besides, he was only twenty years old and hadn't slept with Xie
Qingcheng for so long.

Not to mention one day and one night, he didn't need to make up for
three days and three nights.

At the end of the meal, Xie Qingcheng ordered some longevity noodles
and put them in a hot pot, then fished them out for He Yu and served him
some peppery pork belly and chicken soup in a mandarin duck pot and
pushed it to him.

"This has to be eaten, a twentieth birthday is a whole lot, and you can't go
wrong with longevity noodles."

He Yu took the bowl and looked at him for a while: " Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "Don't say anything that's too fleshy."

He Yu then brushed up against his leg under the corner of the table.
Xie Qingcheng frowned and tried to avoid it when He Yu took his wrist
again on the table, the light-coloured tattoo like a bracelet around which
He Yu's hand was wrapped.

Under the cover of the snowy white tablecloth, no one could see the
teenager's legs brushing against the man's, one at a time, like dragons
twisting and crossing their tails. First five touches, then a pause, then two
more, and finally one.

He Yu's smile, even when he was gentle, had a touch of badassery in it:
"You see what I mean?"

Xie Qingcheng wrenched his wrist from his palm.

Picking up the glass on the table, he calmly took a thin sip of wine.

The red wine moistened his lips, which had always been blood pale, and
they were moistened to a sweet red. He leaned back a little, thinking that
there was no need to play dumb, he wasn't afraid of He Yu or anything,
and said lightly, "You're twenty years old and you still like to play these
junior high school tricks."

He was a big man, but he had just been made to shiver and cower in the
bed where He Yu had slept since he was six or seven years old, and he
had been forced to endure the passion of a boy again and again. How
much more majestic is he?

He Yu's throat felt a little dry, as if he had eaten too much hotpot and was
on fire.

He was staring at Xie Qingcheng when He Yu's phone suddenly rang and
he looked back - it was Lu Zhishu.

As soon as she was connected, the mother asked on the phone.

"He Yu: where are you? With who?"

He Yu glanced across the table at Dr Xie and teased.

"I'm seeing a doctor."

Lu Zhishu The fruit was startled: "Seeing a doctor?

Are you unwell again?"

"No, just ...... massage spa ...... physiotherapy."

Lu Zhishu Now I'm relieved: "I thought ...... hey, it's good that it's okay,
yesterday mum's flight was delayed, couldn't come back, called your
phone, you didn't answer, couldn't accompany you for your birthday, you
don't get mad ah."

He Yu smiled, genuinely, "Why?"

"Where are you? I've just arrived home and I've asked the driver to pick
you up and take you home. Mum's got something for you-"

"I have something to do tonight, so I won't be going back." He Yu

interrupted Lu Zhishu, "Mum, you go about your business, I'll hang up
now."

"Hello? ...... hello?"

Lu Zhishu stood in the villa, clutching her mobile phone, in front of the
attendants who were busy setting up the birthday party. After a while, she
went to ask the housekeeper: "Where did He Yu go today? When did he go
out? Is there anything on the CCTV?"

"Madam, you are aware that the youngest has his own lift and access, and
he is so good at computers that he never allows surveillance to cover his
own area, so ......"

Lu Zhishu was so angry that he turned around and went to the

basement to check on their school and see if that foxy Xie Xue was with
her son.

She couldn't wait, and while she dialed the driver's phone to have
someone come and drive, she herself was already heading for the most
commonly used Cullinan.

As soon as she pulled open the car door, she was dumbfounded.

The back of the car was a mess, with ties, tissues and ......
 Lu Zhishu's eyes widened in disbelief and his face turned blue for a
moment, signalling the impulsive and intense affair that had taken place
just a short while ago, the condom thrown on the leather back seat!!!

It was used, but there was nothing left inside.

Lu Zhishu can immediately think of it, this is He Yu used half of it and

decided it wasn't cool enough, and then gave it to take off, directly ......

She blushed profusely.

He Yu actually did this with Xie Xue? ...... is ridiculous! He, he really went
too far, wasn't he afraid of getting that woman's belly big?

Chapter 153 - The Unbridled

Surge
After Xie Qingcheng and He Yu finished their meal, He Yu was still
reluctant to let Xie Qingcheng go.

After thinking about it, she pestered him again, " Xie Qingcheng: you've
been with me for so long, go to the bar with me again for a while. It's a
weekend anyway, no work or study ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's too late, I have books to read when I get back."

He Yu: "People are worse than pigs when they read books on weekends."

"...... you cuss again."

He Yu: "Ahem ...... you'll just stay with me for one more game?"

"No."

"It's my twentieth birthday today-"

"I was done with you last night."

He Yu thought about it and suddenly something came to him.

"So you remember that bet you made with me earlier?"

Xie Qingcheng frowned: "What?"

"It's the time I helped you with the PowerPoint, didn't you say you wanted
me to persuade the students in your class who were absent, if I persuaded
more than you to come back, then you lost, and if you lost you had to
agree to my request ......"

Xie Qingcheng can't remember, but from what he said, it seems to be

something like that.

"Didn't I promise you anything else?"

"No, it's always owed."

Xie Qingcheng frowned: "Really?"

"Really, you're a big man, you have to keep your word." He Yu picked up
on the point that Xie Qingcheng was most concerned about, "A big man
can't renege on a deal."
Xie Qingcheng: "...... All you're asking is for me to go to the bar with you is
it."

He Yu nods.

Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to say, "Which one, I'll call a taxi."

He's completely in the frame of a mistress boy.

He Yu looked away for a moment and said, "It's not far, let's walk there
together, just to cool off."

The Bund is crowded on weekends with tourists looking around, couples

walking hand in hand, old men and women fiddling with their mobile
phones, blondes and blue-eyed foreigners running at night ......

Two men walking side by side in the midst of it doesn't make one think
much of it.

Or maybe the city is so tolerant and magical that even the old ladies
selling flowers don't care if the couple is of the same or opposite sex, or
even if they are just colleagues or friends, they just happily come up and
sell roses and flowers.

"Handsome man, buy a flower for your girlfriend ......"

"Uncle, buy a flower and give it to your wife."

"Little girl, buy a flower, it's okay if you don't, it's a gift from your
grandmother. Here, take it, take it."

The flower sellers know this well and understand that the best people to
sell to, apart from men who like to look good in front of their girlfriends,
are young girls.

The young girls are often soft-hearted, and the older women slip the
flowers over, saying they are free, but in fact they have already woven a
web of favours - what untutored girl would be willing to take advantage of
an old woman with grey hair? At the end of the day, they are always
embarrassed to pay.

The flower seller dodged the city police and went around in circles before
finally arriving in front of Xie Qingcheng and He Yu.
A business opportunity not to be missed, two men can market it, and the
amazons have long understood that these days there is a man, called
that, called calcium!

"Handsome, buy a flower, it's for you-" the lady took a look at He Yu and

Xie Qingcheng, on the identification of Xie Qingcheng such handsome tall

mature and stable man is the gold master, that pleasing words are all at
Xie Qingcheng said, "to your ...... that, your friend. "

With that, he handed over a delicate red rose.

Xie Qingcheng felt sorry for the old woman, but was reluctant to buy
flowers for He Yu, so he thought better of it, said sorry and left with his
pockets in his pocket.

In this way, He Yu is entangled with the old woman.

"Young man, buy a flower for your brother, look how handsome he is."

He Yu was delighted to hear, "Do you think he's handsome too?"

The old lady followed up with, "He's the most handsome man on the
street."

He Yu smiled and opened up Alipay, swiped the old lady's QR code,

transferred enough money to buy all her roses, and said, "I'll just take
one, you can give the rest away."

"Hey ......" the old woman froze.

Even in the most prosperous part of this part of Shanghai, peddling

flowers is not that easy. The old woman looked at the amount of money in
her old age machine and was a little incredulous. By the time she reacted,
He Yu had already picked out a half-blooming red rose and followed Xie
Qingcheng's back.

The forward-thinking old woman from Huzhou mumbled the flower-selling

wish she had repeated countless times, "May you be healthy and
happy ...... oops, no, may you be blessed for a hundred years?"

He Yu takes a rose and returns to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him, "Why did you buy this?"

"Happy to do good."

"......" Xie Qingcheng then stopped talking.

The two walked side by side for a while, catching the eye of many young
girls along the way as He Yu was carrying flowers and Xie Qingcheng was
both handsome.

Xie Qingcheng gradually felt a little uncomfortable.

"He Yu: can you stop taking this flower?"

"I bought it myself, why can't I take it?"

Makes perfect sense.

Not even Xie Qingcheng can refute this.

So the handsome man finally just had to ask, "How much longer?"

"It's almost there."

Xie Qingcheng originally thought that He Yu was going to take him to

some kind of devilish Pansi Cave, and he was already prepared to accept
the bet and return to his death. Each brick and tile seems to contain a
legend of the past, either thrilling or charming.

When you enter the hotel, there are folds of history everywhere. The
oldest air conditioning system is still in operation, the lurcher totem on the
towering lintel keeps the hotel safe, and the piano in the centre of the
restaurant is 100 years old, where the fingers of comedian Zhuo Bielin
once leapt happily over the keys.

In the corner of the ground floor of the hotel, there is a seemingly low-key
and unobtrusive, but in fact very well established jazz bar.

The special feature of this bar band is that the performers are all elderly
people over 70 years of age, so it is also called an elderly jazz band.
Foreign presidents who have been to Shanghai have also been curious
enough to come and hear them play.

"Welcome, good evening to you two gentlemen, do you have a

reservation?" The waitress at the entrance of the tavern, draped in a
snow-white shawl and wrapped in a cheongsam with curly forehead hair,
asked courteously.
He Yu was so caught up in the moment that he forgot that senior jazz
bands at weekends are so crowded that small pubs often can't
accommodate them and need to book seats.

Only to say, "No."

But reluctantly, he cast his charms again.

"Girl, we're from the north-east, over the Mohe border, and we've come to
hear your band play. We have to go back in the morning, so can you help
us find a way to add another table? Or we could wait and see if any guests
leave early, that would be fine."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

It's a shame the man didn't go into acting.

The Northeastern accent is all faked out.

Seeing how sincere He Yu was, how handsome he was, and how eagerly
his eyes were looking at her, the pretty girl was actually a little
embarrassed, so although it was against the rules, she wavered for a
moment and then twisted her waist: "I'll take a look inside for you, then."

He Yu: "Thank you so much. By the way ...... this is for you."

With that, he rested the roses he had taken all the way to the front of the
welcome desk in a vase.

The pretty girl blushed and went off on her high heels to do her business.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... You're so immodest."

He Yu leaned against the welcome desk and smiled at him, "You knew I
was immodest the first day?"

A few minutes later, the beautiful woman went and returned, saying in a
soft voice, "There's an extra seat in the corner, so come in, please."

If coming from across the river to the universal complex where this hotel
is located is like a time travel, then walking from the hotel lobby into the
Jazz Bar is like layering space on top of time travel.
Xie Qingcheng is a native of Huzhou but has never been to this place
before. It looks like a cut-out from an old American movie, like a European
or American tavern from the Second World War.

"The floors, the fans, the brick walls here are all original to the hotel when
it was first built a hundred years ago." He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng looking
at the kind of wooden fan blades that are now long extinct outside and
said with a smile, "Well, I didn't give you a hard time by not taking you to
the Pansi Cave, did I?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

I didn't expect He Yu to see what I was thinking before.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The bartender in a small,

straightforward suit approached their small round table with a leather
drink list and a big smile.

"Order what you like." Xie Qingcheng pushed the order to He Yu.

He Yu said, "Is this your plan to bag me?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's your birthday, it should be."

He Yu stares at the drinks list for a moment, his mind starting to wander.

Xie Qingcheng is not a bad drinker, but he has a peculiar constitution, and
when he drinks, he tends to lose his strength and his body becomes hot
and red. He Yu was tickled by the thought, so he asked the bartender in a
soft voice and ordered two fruit wines that looked and tasted sweet, but
were not too low in alcohol.

The wine was quickly mixed and served, and the colour was truly
magnificent.

Even someone like Xie Qingcheng, who is not very moody, finds it very
nice.

"Try it, it tastes great, it has a grapefruit aroma."

Xie Qingcheng A sip of this wine is really sweet and refreshing.

The bar has a great atmosphere, and most people come here for the
music and the old-fashioned, long-standing taste of the old man on stage,
who is indulgent and casual.

Some classics were played intentionally and there were vintage dressed
ladies singing the words, "Love you and hate you, ask if you know, like a
great river that never ends, a thousand turns and a thousand beaches,
but it has not subsided the strife here ......"

He Yu listened to the lyrics, listened to the love you hate you, asked if you
knew, he looked at Xie Qingcheng wordlessly while Xie Qingcheng listened
intently to the performance on stage until the song ended and the
applause rang out.

It was only then that Xie Qingcheng noticed He Yu looking at him and
asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nice to see you listening to it."

Xie Qingcheng can also catch when He Yu hits a straight ball.

The word "shy" does not appear in the Xie Qingcheng dictionary. But he
still feels a tremor at the door of his heart at this straight ball, vaguely,
which makes him feel uneasy and tingly.

With the ability to overcome mental Ebola, Xie Qingcheng steadied

himself and said, "They play well, and you should listen carefully too."

But He Yu said, "I used to come in on weekends."

"When?"

"Oh, junior year, junior year."

Xie Qingcheng: "Are minors allowed in?"

"I'm taller, I can fool people by dressing more maturely and I got a fake
ID."

"......"
"There's no crime in music," He Yu says. He Yu says, "It's not like I'm
trying to do anything bad. I wouldn't come to a bar like this if I wanted to
do something bad."

"So what kind of wine did you order?"

"I ordered alcohol-free and I was good."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with disbelief.

He Yu laughs, "Really. Look at the time you gave me a medical check-up,

you never found me drinking either, right?"

Xie Qingcheng has a very subtle feel to it.

He remembered how He Yu had acted like a grandson in front of him in his

second and third years, almost as if he had the words "top student"
tattooed on his face.

How could he have known that He Yu would be pretending to be a human

being with a fake ID to listen to jazz? If he had known then, he would have
broken He Yu's legs.

It is now too late.

Xie Qingcheng takes another sip of his wine and makes no comment on
He Yu's reckless behaviour at the time.

The Bistro plays a wide range of tunes, all of them classics.

When He Yu looked under the hazy warm yellow light, he saw that Xie
Qingcheng was already a little drunk.

As he watched, there was a sudden ruckus on the bar side of the pub, and
the band on stage, as they knew it would, played a love song they had
already prepared.

--Turned out to be a proposal from a couple. They had met in this pub,
and the groom then greeted the jazz band early, and suddenly dozens of
strings of coloured pull-ups were pulled from the bar's ceiling, and
twinkling star and moon crumbs fell like snowflakes onto the shoulders of
the crowd.
"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations! A hundred years of good fortune!"

The patrons of the tavern were delighted to see such joyful scenes, not to
mention the groom who, after successfully proposing and kissing his
bride, bellowed, "I'm buying all the drinks for everyone here tonight!
Order all you want!"

The atmosphere then becomes more lively.

Originally this

The bar, where the guests are all about the music, is like a mini-recital
every night. But this night was an exception, with an elderly jazz band
playing upbeat dance music songs and an excited groom dragging his
fiancée to dance on the old red tiles.

The atmosphere was contagious, as people in the tavern rose from their
seats in twos and threes, whether they could dance or not, and twirled
and twirled with their fellow dancers laughing.

"Rose Rose, the most delicate, Rose Rose, the most beautiful, Spring and
summer bloom on the branches, Rose Rose, I love you ......"

The song was corny, but it was just right for the atmosphere.

Even Xie Qingcheng's eyes light up as he watches the scene unfold before
him, leaning back lazily in his chair and staring at the bustling crowd in
front of him with one hand on his face.

"Spring and summer bloom on the branches, Rose Rose, I love you!"

There is a lot of wine and a rare looseness of heart.

Xie Qingcheng looked satisfied, and at that moment He Yu suddenly stood

in front of him, owed him a smile and took his hand: "Sir, may I ask you to
dance?"

Xie Qingcheng says he is drunk, but he is also sober.

He just likes to watch others dance, lazily not wanting to move himself, "I
don't know how."

He Yu thought for a moment and changed his lines, "Sir, can I teach you a
dance?"

"......"

When He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng's lack of response, he took his

speechlessness as agreement and dragged him to the dance floor.

Naturally Xie Qingcheng couldn't shake him off, there were so many
people around that people would pay attention to them. It's not a big deal
to dance, it's a sociable entertainment, it's not about who is the best
dancer, it's just a lively atmosphere. It's often seen in European and
American films. If he's never killed a pig, has he never seen one run?

"Here, step forward with your left foot, then your right ...... hand don't
bother, I'm pulling you, not ...... ouch!"

He Yu is stomped by Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "Does it hurt?"

Nonsense, how can a 5'8" man's foot not hurt?

But He Yu was too embarrassed to say anything, so he shook his head,

took a step back and continued teaching him in a very serious manner,
"Brother, you take the left foot first, then I turn around and you take the
right foot."

Xie Qingcheng was also drunk and more or less used to being with He Yu,
so he didn't react.

He Yu's heart fluttered and his grip tightened again. He felt that Xie
Qingcheng's waist was really thin and seemed to have a certain
magnetism that forced him to exercise a lot of restraint in order not to
strangle Xie Qingcheng into his arms.

"Very good, left foot, then right foot, then left, then-"

Another kick.
He Yu: "...... It's okay, come again."

Xie Qingcheng frowned, he didn't think it would be so difficult for a pig to

run.

He was just having fun, but since he couldn't learn it, he got serious. He
not only listened carefully to what He Yu had to say, but also watched
intently for a while how the best dancers next to him were doing their
steps.

Then Prof. Xie probably felt enlightened.

Very confidently, "Please."

He Yu thought it was funny how he was half-drunk and defiantly serious

about learning the steps, but couldn't show it, so he pretended to be calm
and offered his hand once more to

Xie Qingcheng: with the other arm around the other's waist.

"Left foot, yes, that's good, come over a bit, right foot, left again ......
good, right again ...... again-"

Another kick.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Seeing Xie Qingcheng frowning, not very pleasantly looking at the ground,
he seemed a little puzzled. He really didn't fucking believe it.

He Yu held back for a while, but finally couldn't help himself, snorted and
lowered his head, and at the same time, taking advantage of the fact that
Huzhou bars don't really care about this, he took Xie Qingcheng into his
arms, rested his chin against his head, and then lowered his eyelashes,
and kissed Xie Qingcheng imperceptibly on the top of his hair with his lips.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Brother, you're all drunk."

Xie Qingcheng was slightly more receptive when he heard this.

OK, it seems that it's not that I'm not perceptive enough, but that drinking
too much does affect my play.

Xie Qingcheng gradually became dizzy and subconsciously felt that he

should not be doing this on the dance floor with He Yu in a hug.

But He Yu's strength was so strong that it seemed gentle and rude to hoist
him up, swaying gently to the rhythm of the music, his low voice coaxing
in his ear, "Dance a little longer, eh?"

"Dance your ass off ......"

Before Xie Qingcheng could say a word, He Yu led him to a corner where it
was darker and farther away from the crowd, where no one would notice,
and where he held Xie Qingcheng for a while in an ambiguous and
lingering embrace, feeling his heart grow hotter and hotter, his desire for
love growing unstoppable.

He then changed to a safer angle, forcing Xie Qingcheng's face up in the

dimness, and pushed him against an unnoticed corner, gazing up close
into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, whose pupils were dark, with a gradual
drunken undertone.

He Yu seemed to be sucked in by his eyes and said in a low muddy voice,

"So beautiful."

Perhaps it was the atmosphere that made Xie Qingcheng's voice drop, he
knew He Yu was talking about himself, but he didn't like being called
pretty, so he reached out and hooked his hand around He Yu's candy-
coloured lounge tie and looked at him askance, "Who are you talking
about. I'll give you a chance."

He Yu laughed lowly, "Saying my wife." The hand touched down and

rested on his waist and back.

Xie Qingcheng's long, slender fingers dug into his bow tie, hooked him
over and slapped him not so lightly, "...... I see you're not fucking awake."

"If I hadn't woken up, we'd be in bed right now."

He Yu's voice became softer and softer that it was almost close to Xie
Qingcheng's ear.
His waist and hips swayed gently to the music, and he danced closer and
closer to Xie Qingcheng, almost close to his body, his tight, full pectorals
occasionally brushing against each other's lapels as he slow danced.

"Are you tired of living." Xie Qingcheng's thin lips twitched slightly.

"Originally, I was tired of living, but after having you I just didn't live long
enough."

He Yu smiled, his lips moving closer to his, touching them one by one,
stirring the growing heat between them, and then - suddenly - lowering
his head and kissing him heavily.

Xie Qingcheng was coldly kissed by him and could not help but grunt and
try to push him, but he tightly clutched his wrist.

"Brother ...... mmm ......" he said as he kissed and restrained himself from
stroking and hugging him with passion.

The kiss was deep and emotional, but deeper still was the taste of lustful
heat.

He Yu hadn't had sex with Xie Qingcheng for too long, and two days
before, he'd had the pleasure of it, and now he was holding Xie
Qingcheng, who had been drinking and was soaked to the bone that he
couldn't help but have some of the thoughts a layman should have.

His breathing is slightly laboured and his dark eyes meet Xie Qingcheng's
in the hazy light.

A few seconds later, the knot in He Yu's throat rolls up and down.

Sensing danger, Xie Qingcheng asked in a low voice, " He Yu: what are
you up to again?"

He Yu pressed against him, rocking slightly to the sound of the music,

grinding against him over and over.

The air between them became unusually hot, and their breathing grew
heavier.

"Brother."
He Yu rubbed up against him and whispered.

"I'm so thirsty ......"

"...... Then drink water."

"Hot again."

"...... Then take off your clothes."

He Yu: "What happens after you take it off?"

"Stay where you are."

He Yu ignored his bullshit and continued to rub up against him, the knot in
his throat rolling. He had called Xie Qingcheng wife for the first time last
night in the depths of his passion, which was quite exciting, and now that
the mood was right, and Xie Qingcheng was still a little drunk and
wouldn't take it personally, he couldn't resist the opportunity to mooch off
him twice more, saying in a low, muffled voice, "Wife, I want you to take it
off for me yourself."

"...... I'm your fucking father."

"Godfather, I want you again."

"......"

"Want it now."

"......"

"I haven't touched you for so long before, it's been months, and yesterday
wasn't enough for one day. I still want you. Brother, you're so pretty and
hot when you're drunk ...... I can't hold back, I don't want to hold back. I
want you now."

Xie Qingcheng was still a little cold in his drowsiness: "You dare."

He Yu paused for a moment and his eyes seemed to deepen as a result.

Then he didn't say anything else, but suddenly took a deep breath and
answered Xie Qingcheng with his actions, whether he "dared" or didn't
dare - the young man was so hot-headed that he didn't hesitate when he
said he would do it. Clutching Xie Qingcheng's wrist, he pulled him out of
the bar without a word and went straight to the front desk of the hotel,
snapping out a card.

"Get a room."

Chapter 154 - Love's desire

cannot be withdrawn
Xie Qingcheng woke up sore the next morning to the luxurious finishes of
the hotel suite and the bedposts.

And then the fractured memories of last night came crashing back into my
hungover head.

He wasn't one to be shocked by doing such a thing anymore, he just still

felt obscure when he sat up - what the fuck was he doing, himself?

Last night, we somehow managed to get together with He Yu again and

got a room in a hotel and had an affair.

Xie Qingcheng remembers that he had too much to drink last night and
couldn't control it until the back, thanks to the good soundproofing of the
hotel, otherwise the fucking residents next door could have come and
smashed the door and cursed.

The sound of hair blowing in the washroom stopped.

He Yu had woken up earlier than him this time, and was about to order a
room service after a shower.

"......"
He Yu was a bit scared when he saw him like this.

He had been psychologically disturbed by his uncle, who had always made
love to him, and afterwards Xie Qingcheng had put on his trousers and
turned his back on him, throwing out scum comments about how he
shouldn't have, and how he had lost his head, and then turned around and
left.

He Yu was afraid that if Xie Qingcheng's thin lips touched him this time,
he would say something icy again, so he immediately went over to him,
and before he could say anything, he lowered his head and blocked his
mouth.

A kiss with love, a kiss with love.

He Yu wanted to burn up all the desperate words in his heart that were
perhaps about to burst out of the ground with love fire.

When the kiss was over and they were both breathing a little heavily, He
Yu's eyes were slightly red and he said to him, "Brother, what did you ......
want to tell me?"

Xie Qingcheng was about to speak, but He Yu was afraid to listen again.

Dropping her lashes again she kissed him on the lips.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Both of their lips were moist when they released.

He Yu asked again, "You can say whatever you want to say. I won't stop
you."

Xie Qingcheng: "I think ......"

He Yu kissed him again.

Xie Qingcheng: ".................."

He Yu: "What did you just want to say?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng simply didn't want to talk this time.

When he didn't say anything, He Yu didn't move and sat on the edge of
his bed, gazing at him quietly.

How could Xie Qingcheng not know the reason for his actions?

He Yu is scared again after being a jerk.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with apprehension, yet he was so calm that
he felt very uncomfortable for a while. He hadn't been like this before.

He used to just avoid him, reject him, reason with him, tell him that it was
never possible, that even if they did have sex with a high degree of
compatibility, they still couldn't be together.

He thought that someone as smart as He Yu would choose to back off.

But it was as if this clever man had suddenly lost his mind, banging his
head against the south wall one at a time and refusing to look back even
when his head was bleeding. As soon as he came close, the brat would
still tilt his face up with his head covered in blood and say to him, " Xie
Qingcheng: I like you."

Xie Qingcheng's heart felt like it had been cracked open by such a
prolonged and violent impact.

He felt that He Yu had put something into the gaping hole.

He didn't know what it was, and at first he didn't even care.

But after escaping from the fire in Zhi Long's basement, it was as if that
thing had been nourished in some way, moving more and more visibly
inside him -

Xie Qingcheng feels uncomfortable.

The thing stung his heart to the point of feeling pain.

He didn't like it, he'd never felt like this before, never felt a part of his
heart start to go out of control because of someone, and he wanted to
sulk and pick up a cold scalpel and remove it because it made him feel
dangerous, tingly and uneasy.
He wanted to cut it out mercilessly, like cutting out an appendix, cutting
out a superfluous tumour, cutting out all diseased tissue so that it would
not affect him.

But by the time he discovered its presence, it had already begun to

burrow its way into the depths of his heart.

He could not remove his heart.

Xie Qingcheng is thus somewhat emotionally confused, but he still looks

light but does not, as before, say anything that would sting He Yu.

He Yu saw that he did not speak again, slightly relieved, but still did not
dare to take it lightly, very guardedly looked at his 37 degrees of thin lips,
after a while, before saying, "Brother, I will call a hotel delivery, that ......
what do you want to eat?"

Xie Qingcheng was so confused and tired that he lay back on his bed and
covered his forehead with his hands.

The man said hoarsely, "Whatever."

He Yu then ordered two breakfasts.

He himself prefers English breakfasts, but that's not really to Xie

Qingcheng's liking.

So he ordered Xie Qingcheng's Shanghai specialty of chicken wontons in

soup and a skinny pork congee with egg.

The hotel's food trolley is wheeled in and delivered outside the en-suite
bedroom, and He Yu sends them back. He didn't want anyone else to see
Xie Qingcheng and him after they'd done it, all sexy and mature and
unaware of it.

"Come on, get up and eat something."

He Yu brings the bowl to the bedside and softly coaxes him.

Xie Qingcheng didn't expect to be coaxed into breakfast by a young child

when he was already in his thirties, so it was a delicate moment.

He got up with a sullen grimace, but apart from a sore back and legs, he
didn't feel any worse. When he had passed out last night, He Yu had gone
to the bathroom and dipped a wet towel into hot water, wiping him down
bit by bit and cleaning him up, not bothering at all. Although Xie
Qingcheng had a vague feeling in his daze that He Yu had done some
more fooling around after the treatment, at least something had been
done.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know whether He Yu's behaviour was civilised or

uncivilised. He didn't bother to think about such rubbish and sat up to eat
something to ease his mind.

He Yu holds the spoon and won't let go.

Xie Qingcheng: "What's wrong."

"I'll feed you. ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "I'll feed you pretty much."

He Yu also sat down for real.

"Okay, then you feed me."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

It's true that people are shameless.

"You feed it."

Xie Qingcheng, of course, wouldn't do that: "You've broken your arm? You
need to be fed, go eat your own food."

He Yu's western breakfast is still on the table outside, and he is in no

hurry to enjoy it, watching Xie Qingcheng drink his congee and eat his
small wontons.

Xie Qingcheng drinking congee

He Yu could see his snow-white teeth and warm tongue.

When Xie Qingcheng served the porridge, he spooned a little, and when
He Yu watched him do this, his heart tingled and his throat rolled.

Xie Qingcheng: "......... Go eat when you're hungry and keep looking at me
for something."

He Yu began to giggle, "I'd like to try a bite of yours too."

Xie Qingcheng suspected that he would not leave until he could eat, so he
handed him the spoon along with the bowl of porridge.

The hotel's lean pork congee with skin and egg is a sticky congee, a bowl
of glistening white japonica rice and fresh meat stuffed with shredded
ginger and skin and egg. The chef's work was good, but He Yu took a bite
and said, "You're better."

Xie Qingcheng raises his eyebrows.

The little devil is quite good at complimenting, and those who cook like to
hear this kind of talk, and whoever eats the most at the end of a meal
pleases the cook the most.

He Yu also asked, "Can I try the chicken soup wontons?"

Xie Qingcheng lifted his chin slightly, gesturing for him to take it.

The Shanghai chefs at this hotel are also very particular about their
wontons, the skins are freshly rolled out and there should not be too much
meat in the wontons, it's not about being generous, it's about being bulky
and not light enough. The skin has to float on the hot water like a cloud,
and the steam is so hot that the bowl carries a nine-fold cloud.

The chicken broth is rich, but needs to be strained into a clear broth, so
that the oil is not visible and thick, so as not to overwhelm the thin cloud-
like wontons. The result is a clear soup with a fine filling, accompanied by
a handful of finely chopped spring onions, chopped seaweed and a few
shreds of egg skin, making it one of the most appetising traditional snacks
in Shanghai.

As one of the oldest hotels on the Bund, it is only natural that its kitchen
chefs have perfected their craft.

He Yu tasted it and said, "It still doesn't taste as good as the one I had at
your house."

Xie Qingcheng sneered, "Picked you."

But Xie Qingcheng is a daddy's boy.

He listened, more or less, in a way that was helpful.

"Where's the vinegar?" When it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to eat his own
ravioli, he started looking for vinegar.

"It's outside on the dining room table. I'll get it."

Xie Qingcheng poured a lot of vinegar into the bowl.

He Yu looked at him with a sour taste in his mouth, "You, why are you
pouring so much?"

"How can you eat small ravioli with not enough vinegar."

Xie Qingcheng said he tasted it and thought it was too light, so he added a
little more.

He Yu thought about it and started to run out of sides, " Xie Qingcheng:
you're so jealous."

"......"

"If only you could get jealous of me sometime."

Xie Qingcheng's response was to hand him the vinegar bottle: "Take it.
Put it back."

When he had finished eating, Xie Qingcheng looked at the time and
thought it was time to go back to school, as he had two more classes after
3pm, so he got ready to get up.

He Yu had been gagging with him for so long without any sober rejection
from Xie Qingcheng that he felt relieved, but now that he was about to get
up in his trousers, he couldn't help but raise his alarm bells again.

He suddenly stepped forward and did something ridiculous -

He held Xie Qingcheng's hand down as he was about to buckle his belt.

Xie Qingcheng: "What are you doing?"

"......"

"Loosen up."

"......"
"He Yu: I told you to let go."

He thought the bugger was really baffled. What was he doing tugging him
to keep him from putting his trousers back on?

"You ......" He Yu refused to say the words right away because of a surge
of pride, but it was really unbearable to be smothered, and he was
anxious and had to hold it in, holding it in for a while before asking with a
blue face, "You, when you put on your trousers, will you You'll turn your
back on me?"

This time it was Xie Qingcheng's turn to be speechless.

What is all this?

It's not like his trousers are under some kind of magic spell! What does
recognizing someone have to do with trousers?

He Yu obviously knew this, but he was just too desperate to be with Xie
Qingcheng, and when one is desperate, one believes in things that are out
of one's league.

He Yu muffled, "Who made you all like this before ...... all fine in bed, and
when you get out of bed you have to talk a bunch of sense to me ...... I
don't listen."

Looking at his insistent and eager face, Xie Qingcheng's heart began to
prick and sting again.

He even found himself thinking seriously once again - what would their
relationship be like now if He Yu were a girl?

Then he thought the thought was absurd.

If He Yu had been a woman, nine times out of ten this would not have
happened between them.

And even if he was female, in his current condition, would it have ended
well?

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes.

He felt that he was falling with He Yu, and he felt bad about it, and he felt
such an inappropriate pity and hesitation in the face of He Yu's pleading
gaze. Xie Qingcheng was at a loss as to how to react and how to deal with
such unfamiliar feelings.

He finally said, "You let go, I'm not going to reason with you."

"And will you disown someone? Will you disown?"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth - he didn't know whether he was hating
himself or He Yu anymore.

"I admit it."

He Yu: "Really?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I'll take the bill, I'll go to the front desk and pay it."

He Yu was chagrined that he had changed the concept from one account
to another, but replied, "...... I paid the bill."

But when Xie Qingcheng heard this, he was furious.

"He Yu, we're all grown men, why the fuck should I ask you to pay for this
room every time?"

He Yu reflexively said, "Because you were the one who was-"

Halfway through the sentence, his brain finally caught up with his mouth
and he immediately stopped talking.

But Xie Qingcheng's eyes are already narrowed.

"I was?"

"......"

He Yu thought, "He can't say, "Because you were the one who slept with
me all night, it's you who suffered, right?

I had to change my mind and say, "Because, because it was you who
soiled the blanket, you will pay for the bedding, is that good enough?"

Xie Qingcheng's face became more and more unpleasant.

He looked back at the completely unusable quilt, not to say soiled, but
simply torn. Thinking of all the shit that had happened last night, he didn't
say another word and hung his eyes as he put on his clothes one by one.

He was really resenting himself now.

He didn't know how he had gotten so out of control and fucking wrong
over and over again.

To be honest, Xie Qingcheng was never like this before. He was extremely
self-controlled and when anything touched his bottom line, he was able to
stop it immediately and knew how to handle it properly.

But He Yu is like a computer virus that has invaded his firewall.

He seemed to be stirred up from the inside.

He felt so wrong.

After half a day of dilly-dallying, the two finally arrived downstairs to

check out of their room.

At this time of the day, the hotel lobby is quite crowded and some people
have little sense of boundaries and like to get very close to others when
they are dealing with check out, so they can pry into other people's
privacy intentionally or unintentionally, which makes it very awkward
when Xie Qingcheng and He Yu check out.

The receptionist is well trained, keeps his voice low and doesn't say
anything he shouldn't, but he can't resist the quality of the other travellers
who are also doing their business, wandering around and glancing at their
sign-up sheets.

Bedding compensation fee.

Lubricant ......

"Tsk ......"

He Yu looked back at the traveller who had the audacity to peep into
someone else's bed and let out a tsk, who snapped his eyes away,
ignoring him again.

After completing the formalities, the porter comes and asks the guest
where he needs to take a taxi.
He Yu: "Take a taxi and go to Shanghai Medical University first, then to
Shanghai University."

Xie Qingcheng gave him a slightly surprised look. He didn't think He Yu

would want to go back to school so soon.

He Yu smiled apologetically, "Brother, I have a class this afternoon, so if I

miss it again, I won't get my usual points. I'll come back to you later."

Xie Qingcheng: "Go to your class."

As the two of them were heading towards the offside door where they
were dropped off and picked up, another pair of check-out guests came
down the lift behind them. Xie Qingcheng and He Yu had their backs to
the lift doors, so they didn't notice at all.

It was a couple who appeared to be very close, with the young girl walking
out with her boyfriend on her arm, laughing and talking.

That's surprisingly--

Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng!

Wei Dongheng just came back from the Northwest yesterday. His father
had given him work to do until August this year, but the dude was so
sincere about Xie Xue that he had to work hard to finish the whole thing in
mid-May. His father thought it was interesting that this bear could go to
such lengths for a girl. Wei Dongheng didn't care so much, but he was
going to spend all his time with his old man and finish the work ahead of
schedule.

He was surprised to receive news that Xie Xue had fallen ill.

When he was in the army, his mobile phone didn't work very often, and
Xie Xue was a person who reported good news but not bad, so he didn't
know what was happening in Shanghai.

How did the news of Xie Xue's illness break through the line of fire and
reach his ears? It was all thanks to the mouth of Commissar Wang.

On the day the old political commissar returned to Yan Zhou after
supervising the Huang Zhilong incident, he called Wei Dongheng's father
to tell him about Chen Man's near capture as a hostage.
Since he was talking about Chen Man's hospitalization, he mentioned in
passing that there was a young girl who had also been hit and was lying in
the hospital.

As a result, this was heard by Wei Dongheng.

Wei Dongheng was so impatient that he went to his old man that day and
had a fight

Wei Dongheng had to go back to Huzhou and quit his job. His father had
no backbone in front of his son - Wei Dongheng had indeed finished all the
work he had asked him to do in advance. So Wei Dongheng had to leave
Northwest China ahead of schedule.

When he returned, Xie Xue had already recovered and was discharged
from hospital.

Thanks to Xie Qingcheng, who has been so wrapped up in He Yu for the

past few days, she has not noticed that her sister has not been around
much since she was discharged from hospital, and seems to be very busy.

Wei Dongheng, a young rascal, is like a bandit when he was a child, but
he also has a literary side in his bones and likes this historic hotel.

And coincidentally, their room and Xie Qingcheng He Yu's room are
actually next to each other ...... If not for the excellent soundproofing of
this house, the voices of the two siblings could have been heard in the
next room last night ......

"Wait for me, I'll sign an order." Wei Dongheng said to Xie Xue, "There's
an ice cream shop over in the lobby, go over there and buy an ice cream
and sit down and eat it."

Xie Xue: "What flavour do you want?"

Wei Dongheng is very arrogant and arrogant: "No, I won't eat this kind of
food for little girls."

Xie Xue thought he was funny and ran to the ice cream shop to buy him
the sweetest one.

Half of the ice cream parlour was inside the hotel and the other half had
windows along the street, and as Xie Xue waited idly for the shop
assistant to make the cones, he glanced out without meaning to.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are seen exiting the hotel and getting into a
taxi, with He Yu giving Xie Qingcheng a very flirtatious lift around the
waist.

Xie Xue's eyes widened and he froze for a moment.

Chapter 155 - Putting Your Brain

to Rest
When Xie Xue returned to the hotel lobby, he was still a bit confused.

She couldn't believe she had just seen that scene.

She even thought she should have been mistaken, after all, it was only
two backs ...... could it be two similar looking people?

She returned to the reception desk with her cone in her hand, but Wei
Dongheng was still settling some used items in the room and hadn't
finished the paperwork yet. Xie Xue sits down in a daze on the sofa in the
waiting area next to her.

Two people who are also family members of the residents are chatting
next to each other.

"There are so many gays these days ......"

"Huh?"

"Those two handsome guys just now, did you see them? Ouch, Kaga
handsome, actually that kind of relationship hey!"

"What do you know?"

"I saw it! The bill was so crazy with condoms and oil, they even paid for a
set of bedding!"

"Geez ...... really don't think you can tell, those two men look so different
in age, I thought they were colleagues ......"

"What colleagues, just to get a room for that kind of thing, tsk tsk, I can't
see it, too good ......"

As Xie Xue listened, she became even more uneasy, thinking about those
two backstabbing figures, and how she felt.

I think it was a misreading.

Her elder brother is married, and He Yu is only 20 years old, a student of

hers and still in his first year, how could they both do such a thing ......

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Dongheng came back from signing orders
and was startled to see her white face, "What's wrong? Are you feeling ill
again? Let me take you to the hospital."

"No, it's fine." Xie Xue said reluctantly.

"Why is it okay?" Wei Dongheng shook her hand, getting more nervous,
"Your hands are cold too."

"I'm all healed up, what could possibly be wrong." Xie Xue returned to
reassure him and handed him one of the ice creams, "Here, it's for you."

Wei Dongheng said he wouldn't eat such girly stuff, but Xie Xue bought it
for him, so he took the cone and stared at Xie Xue for a while, then
suddenly thought of something and was shocked: "Are you, are you
pregnant?

Xie Xue scolded, "Bah! How long have you only been back? And all the
measures have been taken too, do you have any common sense?"
Wei Dongheng is nervous: "There can be accidents too! We should
otherwise go to the Women's Health Insurance ......"

Xie Xue really didn't have the heart to talk to him about it.

Ever since she met Wei Dongheng, she has discovered that this man, who
seems wild, is in fact a simpleton, whose heart is much shallower than the
seemingly innocent He Yu's, and whose statements are sometimes
laughable.

All she could think about now was the conversation between the two
travellers and the shocking scene she had seen. When she got into the
taxi with Wei Dongheng and was ready to go back to school, she could no
longer hide the apprehension she felt.

"Wei Dongheng ."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think there could be two people in the world with very similar
backs?"

Wei Dongheng was still thinking about whether Xie Xue could be pregnant
and froze for a moment before saying, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

Xie Xue thought about it, but told Wei Dongheng what he had seen and
heard earlier.

Who knew that Wei Dongheng would hear

I'm not sure how that's possible, He Yu and your brother? I know He Yu,
he's pretentious, he's a princess, he's got a high opinion, how could he
possibly like a second marriage to a 30 year old ......"

Before he could finish, Xie Xue hit him: "What the fuck are you talking
about?"

"Gee, I didn't mean to say anything bad about our brother." Wei
Dongheng, who is quite straightforward in some ways, "But it's true.
Everyone in our circle knows that He Yu Mr. He is the hardest to please,
not only him, but his mother is even harder to please, and he has to
choose his wife from among the Danish princesses and the Queen of
England..."

Xie Xue was worried, but he made me laugh.

"You're really good at bullshitting too."

"I thought you were nervous about something, that's all you're nervous
about? Then you must be wrong, it's just a back view, it's easy to mistake
people, don't think so much." Wei Dongheng said, "Believe me, I don't
know your brother, I don't know him, but He Yu, that grandson - he's
known as a straight man in his circle. He doesn't mess with men."

Xie Xue sounds more comfortable.

After thinking about it, "So when you pick a wife in the future, what kind
do you pick?"

Wei Dongheng rolls his eyes twice, this is a fucking giveaway question.

Think he's stupid?

He was speechless for a moment and said with a straight face, "Speaking
of which. There is one thing I intend to discuss with you ......"

Ten minutes later, Xie Xue got out of the car dazed and feeling a slight
ringing in her ears.

She didn't think Wei Dongheng would want to take him to meet his
parents, and he was going to put marriage on the agenda before he even
graduated. Wei Dongheng said that he had already told his family about
this, and that his old man had transferred him to the northwest to see how
determined he was.

The fact that Xie Xue has not yet dared to talk to Xie Qingcheng has
caused Wei Dongheng to feel a little aggrieved. The man is a marriage,
the woman is a marriage, he and Xie Xue have reached the legal age of
marriage, how can a relationship still be like a thief ......

They were almost there, Wei Dongheng had not yet returned to the
university and did not want to be seen on campus, so he got off the bus
two blocks in front of the university. Before he got out of the car, he was
still talking about when Xie Xue would have a showdown with Xie
Qingcheng.

Xie Xue: "Lord ...... mainly that image of you as a child, right ...... in my
brother's heart ...... really not so good ......"
Wei Dongheng was also annoyed: "If I knew that, I wouldn't have fought
with him then!"

Xie Xue thought about it and couldn't help but laugh again, "You brought
a group of people to fight with him, and all the others were crying from
him, but you were the only one who didn't give in."

"Yeah, right." Wei Dongheng feels good about himself again, "I think he's
got to like me just for that."

When the bus arrived at the temporary stop, Wei Dongheng got off.

To Xie Xue, he said, "Go back to school first, I'll talk to you tonight when I
meet you for dinner."

Xie Xue now wants to-

What to talk about?

Talking about the showdown with Xie Qingcheng?

...... she was really scared just thinking about it ......

As she was walking towards the staff dormitory, she reached the
playground when a car suddenly opened its door behind her and a woman
came out after her, calling out to her, "Hey, you're Xie Xue, right?"

Xie Xue looked back, turned her head and looked at the pudgy woman in
front of her, feeling vaguely familiar: "You are ......"

As soon as the fat woman took off her □glasses.

The red lips pulled out a haughty smile, "You don't recognise me, I
recognise you, we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's normal that
you don't remember me - I'm He Yu's mother. There's something I'd like to
talk to you about, how about joining my aunt and finding a cafe to sit in?"

"......?"

Although bewildered, Xie Xue agreed to do so.

After a long drive, Lu Zhishu takes Xie Xue to an upmarket cafe in the
city centre.
"Little girl." Lu Zhishu's face was like a badly fake hydrogen balloon,
puffed up with a greasy smile, "Here, order whatever you want to drink."

When Xie Xue looked at the price list, she thought it was too expensive
and ordered only the cheapest flower tea.

"Auntie, you asked for me, is there something you want?"

Lu Zhishu smiled and examined her for a moment, whispering, "I

thought you knew, why I'm inviting you to tea alone, do you really not
understand?"

Xie Xue was all confused: "I don't understand. ...... Auntie, are you asking
about He Yu's performance at school last year?"

Lu Zhishu leans back, his thick eyelids pulling down in a shrug.

"No. Miss Tse. I have another situation to ask about. Don't worry, as long
as you cooperate with me enough for the rest of the conversation, I won't
poke my nose into your school about things like you falling in love with a
student."

Xie Xue was startled: "You-!"

Although she and Wei Dongheng were not students and teachers, she had
never taught Wei Dongheng's class, and she was only on an internship
while Wei Dongheng was already a senior, she was still shocked to hear
Lu Zhishu say such things.

"How do you-"

"I'm the owner of such a big company, I still have the channels to inquire
about this kind of information."

Xie Xue's face turned red with anger: "Auntie, this is my private matter,
who are you to pry into my privacy?"

"Privacy?"

Xie Xue thought Lu Zhishu was talking about Wei Dongheng, while Lu
Zhishu took Xie Xue's reaction as confirmation that she was having an
affair with He Yu.

Lu Zhishu therefore sneered and wasn't going to pretend: "What

privacy. You have the nerve to talk about privacy in front of me? Let me
put it to you this way, Miss Xie, you have some good looks, but you should
know exactly what kind of origin you are. You and I, you and him, are not
even in the same class, and the Cinderella story is just a book for fun.

Xie Xue didn't expect He Yu's mother to come up and give her such a
blistering speech, which made her forget to say anything at all.

Lu Zhishu, for some reason, has a deep dislike for girls like Xie Xue, who
come from an average family but are good girls in their own right.

The girl also looks innocent, kind and flawless, attracting men's affection
with her temperament. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself for having a
casual relationship before marriage? Don't you think you have no self-
respect? Also, do you think it's realistic to marry him given your
condition?"

After a few seconds of pause, Lu Zhishu continued proudly, "Miss Xie,

you do this kind of thing when you're in a relationship, have you ever
thought about what your husband will think of you in the future? Your first
time is not even for your husband, it's equal to

It's just a second hand product. I'll tell you honestly it doesn't hurt that
families of our class are very concerned about the purity of their
daughters-in-law, and there's no one else here, so I'll be more blunt and
mean that it's very important whether they're virgins or not. Do you think
you're clean now?"

Even if Xie Xue was good-natured, he was furious when he heard these
words.

She thought this woman was sick, this was 2021, and she was still telling
her that people who had sex with each other were unclean, that they were
some kind of damned defective? The next thing you know, Lu Zhishu is
going to dump a check for $10 million and tell her to take it and get the
hell out of here.

She was trembling with anger, but when she thought about it, she found it
very horrible.

"How did you know I was with him - you followed me?"

Lu Zhishu coldly: "You should know very well in your own mind what you
did with him in the car."
Xie Xue: "I, I'm in the car with him? ...... etc. ......"

She turned the mill somewhat.

"Who are you talking about?"

Lu Zhishu: "That's an interesting question Miss Xie, since I am He Yu's

mother, who could I be talking about?"

"He Yu ? ...... He Yu ?" Xie Xue suddenly realized, angry and ridiculous, "
Lu Zhishu: you are asking for the wrong person!"

"What, you still want to turn the other cheek?"

"What am I flipping out about? There is no such thing as me and your son!
I thought you were talking about my boyfriend - I was wondering how you
and my boyfriend were related." Xie Xue said angrily, "I don't need your
advice, I don't like your son at all, and I don't know where you got the idea
that I would be with your son. I don't know where you got the idea that I
would be with your son. Besides, I don't know who that woman is, but it's
bad luck for her to have a mother-in-law like you!"

Lu Zhishu's face sank, and when he saw her tugging at her backpack, he
stopped her: "Xie Xue, are you really not pretending? He Yu has been your
closest friend since she was a child, and if you hadn't-"

"You're sick! You want to get married because you're close? You're a relic
from the Qin Dynasty! Does friendship not exist in your eyes?" Xie Xue's
patience was at its peak, and anyone would have been overwhelmed by
such an inexplicable rant.

Xie Xue's eyes were burning: "Do you really think your son is a prince of
England? Every woman in the world wants to fall in love with him? Let go!"

Lu Zhishu still finds it impossible -

This young girl and He Yu are childhood friends, and He Yu has bought
several sets at HU, but she has not heard of He Yu getting close to other
HU female students ......

She asked, "So who's your boyfriend?"

"None of your shit-"

"Her boyfriend is me."

In the midst of the confusion, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded from
behind them both.

Xie Xue was taken aback and turned around to see Wei Dongheng staring
at Lu Zhishu with a hostile look on his face: " Lu Zhishu, what do you
want to tell me?"

Chapter 156 - Your secret

Now that Wei Dongheng has appeared and admitted his concern for Xie
Xue, Lv Zhishu's previous suspicions about Xie Xue have been dispelled.

She looked at Wei Dongheng and Xie Xue with a complicated expression
for a while, wanting to say something but realising that she was in no
position to do so, she finally said "sorry" and immediately grabbed her
crocodile bag and ran away.

Xie Xue, whose anger at Lv Zhishu had not yet subsided and who found
Wei Dongheng's arrival strange, asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Wei Dongheng: "I saw you when you were in her car on the road and
thought it was strange, so I followed you."

"She was so inexplicable, I thought she wanted me for something, I didn't

think it was something so unbelievable."

Wei Dongheng ordered a cup of coffee and told Xie Xue to sit down and
relax: "I told you, the He family are a bunch of oddballs, especially this Lv
Zhishu, who's a pain in the ass."

He said here, eyebrows raised, also did not forget to boast: "unlike me,
my family can be enlightened, I heard that our family is only in the early
years of a cousin aunt more odd bar ...... but she has passed away. Now
my family is all the same as me, they can forgive me for bouncing on the
grave when I was a child, my family would never say such animal words to
you."

It took a while for Xie Xue to feel more comfortable.

"From what she just said, she seems to be sure that He Yu is in a

relationship and I wonder which girl is so unlucky ......"

At this point, she suddenly remembered the scene in front of the hotel
where the taxi was picked up and a ripple of unease ran through her.

Wei Dongheng saw what she was thinking and scratched his slate - his
proud silver rogue's head had been shaved by his father's order, into an
army inch, and it hadn't grown back yet, nor had he had time to dye it.

"If you're really unsure, why don't you call your brother yourself and ask
him if he's been to that restaurant today?"
Xie Xue thought about it and actually made a phone call.

After waiting for a few seconds, Xie Qingcheng's quiet, steady voice came
through, "Hello."

"Brother, what are you, what are you doing ......"

"Lesson preparation. Yes?"

"Oh ......" Xie Xue breathed a sudden sigh of relief. She immediately
covered the PA and Wei Dongheng said with exaggerated slurs: he -
prepared - lesson -

Wei Dongheng snaps his fingers, hangs back and starts wiggling proudly
with his legs in the air, like I knew it.

"It's fine, it's fine I'll just pop in and ask."

Xie Qingcheng thought she was baffled, but his sister had been doing a lot
of messy things since she was a kid, and this kind of sudden call to greet
her brother was common.

"Phew--" Xie Xue breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Wei Dongheng looked at her playfully and teased her, "Aren't you worried
now that your brother has just come back to prepare for class?"

"Impossible, my brother has to prepare for his classes for a long time, so
he must not have been downtown today." Xie Xue was relieved, then
rolled her eyes and scolded Lv Zhishu, " He Yu's mother really has a
problem ...... and I don't know which female student He Yu is secretly in
love with, if his mother really found out, I'm afraid he would be
embarrassed to death. I wish it wasn't a student in my class ...... ......"

Xie Qingcheng was not disturbed by Xie Xue's sudden call, he managed to
finish preparing his class, made his PPT before the class ended, and then
went to the school convenience store to buy some kanto before going
back to his dormitory to rest.

When he reached the entrance to the staff quarters, he suddenly became

very dizzy and had to stand against the cold metal door for some time
before he gradually eased up.
When Xie Qingcheng entered the house, the first thing he did was to boil
water and take medicine for himself because he was suddenly unwell.

But when I opened the drawer, I found the stored medicine was empty.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a few seconds when he realised how
negligent he had been, not only for not taking his medication properly
yesterday and today, but also for forgetting that he had run out of
medicine at home.

He put his hand to his forehead and leaned against the liquor cabinet,
rubbing his temples, and began to reflect on the fact that perhaps He Yu
was not the only one who had sunk to the top in the past few [Link]
the man himself.

He had always been a meticulous man who did everything, but now he
was hanging out with a young and frivolous brat to the point where he had
forgotten about his illness.

Xie Qingcheng The feeling of anxiety and irritation came back to me when
I thought about it.

He closed his eyes.

The feeling of dizziness persisted and finally Xie Qingcheng had to get up,
put his coat on and take a taxi to Meiyu Private Hospital.

"Here are your detailed labs for this time and here are the medications."

In the director's office, Qin Ciyan's old friend pushes a piece of paper and
two boxes of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.

"You can read the lab results yourself. No need for me to tell you."

Xie Qingcheng took the slip and looked at it as calmly as he would any
patient's slip.

He finished reading his list."It's a little worse than I thought it was going to
be for myself." He said.

Dean: "If you had stopped taking RN-13 earlier, it wouldn't have turned
out like this."

Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette and took a puff, without answering.

It was a while before he said, "How long do you think I can hold out?"

"If you're willing to go to America for treatment, there's actually hope with
the technology available now, but you-"

"But you know I won't."

The dean sighed heavily, "Just five or six years if you don't go to hospital
for proper treatment. All your five organs are already failing rapidly, at
this rate it will only be six years at the most, I think you know that very
well in your own mind."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... What if I increase the number of times I come for
treatment injections?"

The dean looked at him: " Little Xie, that's going to hurt a lot. You know
the dose that works for you, and at the dose you're on, it's a thousand
times more painful than chemotherapy. Even if your pain is more dull than
normal, it's like dying once you use it. And why would you want that."

"Because there are things that if I don't do them, no one else will finish
them."

"...... I don't think Mr. Qin would be able to look at you the way you are if
he were still alive."

"But I have no other choice."

There was another deep sigh from the old dean; what he knew about Qin
Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng was not complete, but not too little either.

In the past, he had respected Xie Qingcheng's ideas on some matters and
kept his secrets for him, but watching such a person, step by step, in front
of him

The old dean could not help but sigh in contempt at the feeling of
powerlessness as the ground ran out of oil.

"If you are going to have increased treatment shots, then you need to be
prepared. With these shots too often, your body's stress response can be
severe and easy to spot ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "I know."

"...... you go to the injection room."

Xie Qingcheng got up.

The old dean, who seemed tired of communicating with Xie Qingcheng,
suddenly called out to him the moment he was about to leave the dean's
room.

" Xie Qingcheng ."

Xie Qingcheng's fingertips on the doorknob pause and he turns his head
slightly to the side.

Old Dean: "I understand your choice very well, but you are suffering like
this and there is no one around you who knows or can come to be with
you. I don't think it's kind of you to treat them like this, you have to know
that your friends and family don't just want you to give them protection,
they equally want you to allow them to look after you ...... otherwise the
day they learn the truth, they can't afford it."

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and said, "Then don't ever let them
know."

He pushed the door and disappeared at the end of the white corridor.

There is a special injection room in the Mayfair Hospital reserved for Xie
Qingcheng.

There will be no one in the injection room, there will not be any medical or
nursing accompaniment, everything will be known only to the director and
all will be done in secret.

Xie Qingcheng familiarly checks the biometric information and the door
opens.

--

This is the truth that Xie Qingcheng has been hiding from almost everyone
close to him these past few years.

Inside is a three-person high standing incubator with a breathing mask,

restraint straps, connecting syringes and a call button that enables
emergency help to be sought from the dean's office.

Apart from this incubation chamber, the injection room has only a cold
metal bed, a medicine cabinet and an operating table.
Nothing more.

This is Xie Qingcheng's private treatment room.

Since he restarted taking RN-13 in secret, he has had to come to this

place for treatment. Initially it was just two or three times a year, slowly
his health got worse and worse and recently he has got to the point where
he has to come in almost once a month or two for treatment. So when He
Yu was glued to him before, he would be found disappearing gradually
more often.

Here he is.

He had to repair his body, even if the process was far more painful than
chemotherapy.

The only comforting feature of this room is a cloud-like jellyfish on the

glass cover of the incubator - a jellyfish that was Xie Qingcheng's only
companion during the extreme pain of the special treatment injection.

Xie Qingcheng knew the house so well that it was like going back to his
own home. He did the extermination and injected himself into the bin
infusion tube ......

When all preparations were complete, Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath
and prepared to step into the Petri dish as usual.

And just then, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

The person who called was He Yu.

"Hello."

"Hey, Xie Qingcheng, I'm out of class, where are you?"

The boy's voice on the phone was bright, booming, with a touch of
expectation. Xie Qingcheng could even clearly hear his classmates around
him as he walked out of the classroom

Raucous sounds.

The young scholars were carefree discussing with their peers, "What are
we having for dinner tonight?"
"A new barbecue restaurant has opened in East Street and I've heard
good things about it ......"

" Xie Qingcheng?" He Yu recited his name, bringing him back to

consciousness.

Xie Qingcheng, alone in this cold, metallic treatment room, listening to the
boys' movements, felt for a moment that he was in hell listening to the
sounds of earth.

He was quiet for a moment and said, "Something came up, a meeting
outside."

"Another meeting?"

"Well, temporarily."

"So how long is it going to be open?"

Xie Qingcheng: "What's wrong?"

"I'd like to have dinner with you tonight."

"......"

"I'll wait for you to come back, okay?"

"No need." Xie Qingcheng snapped back, "I'm late for my meeting, so you
can eat by yourself. If you really don't want to be alone, just find someone
to take my place."

He Yu: "But no one can take over for you."

"...... really doesn't work."

"Ugh ...... so busy ...... then okay, then forget it this time." He Yu probably
thought he was pressed for time, so he said, "Go ahead with your
meeting, I won't bother you, I'll hang up."

After ending the call, Xie Qingcheng threw the phone on the treatment
bed and saw his reflection in the metal plate, blurred features, as if
without any expression.

-Yes.
He shouldn't have had any ripples.

Xie Qingcheng got up, inserted one narrow finger into the knotted buckle
of his tie, pulled it loose, thought for a moment, turned the phone off
again, walked into the incubator, pressed the start button, and then slowly
closed his eyes.

The breathing mask is lowered and fastened over his mouth and nose,
covering most of his face. The injection tube is inserted through the red
mole on the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck, and at the same time the drug
mist comes up and slowly fills the entire incubator.

Hallucinogenic gas.

A long injection.

The peripheral reactions are more intense than the cancer pain.

The director was right in describing how Xie Qingcheng had to go through
a death sentence every time he lay in the incubator. The air pressure in
the incubator increases sharply after Xie Qingcheng has been injected
with the inoculant, forcing the tympanic membrane, sinuses and heart to
undergo extreme pressure. They were produced in his flesh and blood as
disparate spines, and then pulled out with a violent tug, as if to drag his
soul away with them.

This process took so long that the incubator had to be set up with
restraining straps and handcuffs wrapped all over his body, and every
time he struggled, the straps tightened and the cuffs tightened, so that in
the end his flesh was worn through and his whole body felt like it was
completely caught in a net, and he could no longer move even half an
inch.

And it is at this point that the real pain begins.

The person inside the silo is affected by the side effects of the overdose
and falls into increasingly realistic hallucinations. The amygdala of the
brain becomes disrupted by the constant intensity of the situation and Xie
Qingcheng's eyes are constantly replaying the most horrific and painful
events of his life.

Death of a parent.

Car accident.
Qin Ciyan died.

He left the hospital ......

The fear continues to spread through the nervous system.

He saw the rising water level in the studio and heard Jiang Lanpei's
haunting song.

He saw Xie Xue collapsed in Cheng Kang mental hospital and for a
moment he thought she was dead, that she had been divided up.

Then again he seemed to be stuffed whole again into a tattered old bear
puppet doll as he dragged his tattered body towards home.

The young Xie Xue, however, shouted at him, "You're not him! You're not
a brother!"

It was like he had to die with his heart after he had died with his body
once ......

No one knew how much pain he was in, no one knew how much courage it
would take for him to live.

He is inside the barn, his pale face hidden in a medicinal mist. His wrists
are shackled, his neck restrained by a collar, and his white shirt is deeply
strung with black restraining straps, so that even his cries of pain are
silenced by his breathing mask.

It hurts like hell.

It is as if one were to cut open all the limbs and dig out a heart.

By the time the treatment was all over, it was more than three hours later.

Xie Qingcheng slowly awoke from his pain-induced coma, the little bit of
his forehead hair that had fallen was completely damp with sweat.

He opened his eyes slowly, and as he had done countless times before
after this set of injections, he was so tortured that he didn't know for a
moment what day it was.

The door is automatic and finally opens slowly. What little remains of the
medication inside comes out, and in the haze is Xie Qingcheng's figure
after he has finished his treatment.
It was a vulnerability and exhaustion rarely seen.

Xie Qingcheng was so stiff and cold, bound inside the silo, that he had
taken off his jacket when he entered, and was wearing only a plain white
shirt and black trousers, which were now completely wet with the drug
mist and sweat, and clung to his body. When the white shirt was wet, it
was vaguely transparent ...... all the way through, tightly strangled by the
restraining straps, as if he had committed some crime rather than some
disease.

Xie Qingcheng's face is unblemished and his eyes are vacant.

The therapy bin slowly lifts up and down, an automatic device that lifts the
person flat onto the therapy metal bed in front of him and sets him down.

Xie Qingcheng was unconscious as he lay on that narrow bed.

He just lay there limp, the man looked like he had just been fished out of
the water, with no strength left ...... just lying there alone and cold.

The sadness of the dream still suffused his brow and he looked broken.

Seems to be mutilated porcelain.

It's as if life has long since come to an end.

He lies in invisible ruins, or perhaps he himself is the ruin.

The only thing left to prove he was still alive was the faint rise and fall of
his chest ......

Five or six years to go.

That's the end of life.

Xie Qingcheng took a long reprieve on the treatment bed before regaining
control of his body and sitting up.

Even his fingers were shaking slightly as he buttoned his jacket.

He wiped away the physical tears at the end of his eyes and slowly
covered all traces of pain, especially the scars on his wrists ...... that
looked as if they had been strangled by handcuffs ......

Out the door.

Depart.

Yes, that's the secret he's keeping - Xie Qingcheng in the reservoir with
He Yu

What was said was true, but not complete. He still conceals part of the
truth -

A part of the truth in relation to his current situation.

Xie Qingcheng was once judged not to live past the age of 40. When the
United States developed a potent palliative medicine, he chose to give up
his powers and underwent medication so that he could live an ordinary life
in a body not much different from that of an ordinary person.

But what he doesn't say is that after Qin Ciyan's death, a lot happened - Li
Ruoqiu divorced him, while Xie Xue got into the university of his choice
and Chen Man joined the public security system after working hard.

Those around him have either returned to their souls in hell, or gone to
the sidelines, or gone independent.

He is like a tree, when autumn and winter come and all the leaves on the
branches leave.

He realises that he is no longer an essential dependency in anyone's life.

And it was in those days that two accidents occurred -

In the first case, the material left by Qin Ciyan was destroyed.

At that time, the handwritten files were stacked in seven or eight

cardboard boxes, all of which were left at home, except for those being
sorted by Xie Qingcheng.

These volumes were treasures to Xie Qingcheng, writings that had to be

completed for Mr. Qin, but they were of no value to anyone else, so Xie
Qingcheng had no idea that they would be targeted at the time.

However, one day he returns home to find that the house has been
burgled, Mr. Qin's notebooks have been thrown everywhere, and the
burglars seem to be trying to find something in Mr. Qin's files, but
ultimately come up empty-handed.
In his anger and frustration, the thief maliciously burned several of Qin
Ciyan's medical notebooks with a fire engine and threw about twenty
more into the bathroom, where he drenched them all with a shower.

By the time Xie Qingcheng found it, almost none of the words on it were
legible ......

Xie Qingcheng The sky felt like it was falling at that moment. Reported to
the police, resuscitated ...... but in the end it was not done.

The Xie family did not lose anything of value and only damaged some
medical notes that the police could not determine the value of.

What's more, even if the person is found, the 20 or 30 notebooks, which

are the foundation of Qin Ciyan's life, will not be returned.

Xie Qingcheng could not remember how he had managed to get through
that time; he spent those nights dreaming of Qin Ciyan every night, of the
old man's back as he sat at his desk, writing. He dreamt of Mrs Qin
solemnly handing him these materials, walking him outside the red brick
walled building, bowing slightly with tears in her eyes, and seeing him off.

He woke up every night with such heartbreaking guilt that his hand
trembled so much as he touched his cigarette and lit it.

He didn't know how to make up for all this loss and give an account to the
Old Qin's.

He could only keep speculating on what was actually written and recorded
in the Qin Ciyan scraps in other notes of the corresponding period ...... but
much of the experimental data that was missing was missing never to be
recovered.

Who was the burglar that broke into the house?

What exactly were they looking for in Old Qin's material?

Xie Qingcheng was in agony, never able to get an answer.

That is, until the second accident.

--

Qin Ciyan's daughter, who was married in the United States, was
kidnapped by a mysterious group and by the time the police rescued her,
Qin Ciyan's daughter, Qin Rongbei, had been tortured to the point of
complete insanity and sent to a local mental hospital for forced isolation.

And in that hospital, Qin Rongbei often repeated the phrase...

"Don't ask me, I don't know what a first emperor is."

Chapter 157 - I don't touch

After visiting Qin Rongbei in the United States, Xie Qingcheng realized
that there was a criminal organization looking for the "First Emperor".

In order to protect him, Qin Ciyan invented a computerized verification

system, saying that all data files were calculated by this information
system, and gave the non-existent system the name "First Emperor's
File".

As a result, some people believed it.

They first stole the information from Xie Qingcheng's house and found
that there was no information related to the first emperor, so they decided
that the relationship between Xie Qingcheng and Qin Ciyan was not yet so
interchangeable, so they guessed that Qin Ciyan had given the first
emperor's data to his daughter to report.

Naturally, the result was nothing.

As a result, Qin Rongbei was tortured and drugged, and doctors at the
U.S. psychiatric hospital concluded that she had suffered irreversible
neurological damage and would spend the rest of her life in a state of
confusion.

Her husband loved her so much that he took her home to be with her, but
soon after, he discovered that during her abduction, Qin Rongbei had
been injected with a variety of forbidden drugs, causing her body to
become severely impaired and her organs-especially her brain-to begin to
shrink.

Qin Rongbei's life has entered a countdown.

In that year, Mr. Qin's granddaughter, the daughter of Qin Rongbei, was
only eight or nine years old ......

Xie Qingcheng was catalyzed by these two events to make a new

decision.

He approached Qin Ciyan's old friend, the director of the private hospital
in Meiyu.

He said, "I need to ask you to do me a favor."

"What?"

"I need to reuse RN-13."

In fact, Xie Qingcheng completely deceived He Yu about the first

emperor's powers - just as He Yu has blood compulsion powers, Xie
Qingcheng as the most complete first case of mental Ebola administration,
he actually has special abilities.

RN-13, while taking his normal life, bestowed two expensive gifts on the
First Emperor.

Extraordinary adaptability.

As well as, extremely high brain computing power.

The increased adaptability allows Xie Qingcheng to conduct life

experiments that use his own body as a sample. The extremely high
computing power of his brain gives him the possibility to delve into
several fields at the same time.

When Qin Ciyan was still alive, Xie Qingcheng was able to synchronize his
biochemical experiments and medical studies precisely because he had
the two special powers of the First Emperor in his hands. Later, he gave
up such a powerful mind in order to be a normal person and chose to take
healing medicine and return to a peaceful life.

Now, in order to repair Qin Ciyan's experimental data as much as possible,

he fulfilled his promise to complete his writings for Old Qin. He also
decided to return to RN-13 in order to develop a drug that could slow
down the failure of Qin Rongbei's organs.

He needed those two powers of the First Emperor.

But because he had taken therapeutic drugs and had a complete
suppression of mental Ebola, re-taking RN-13 caused even greater
physical effects than before.

The drug resistance increased and he had to take it several times, and
after each dose, he was able to gain a period of unusually quick thinking
and a still healthy body.

However, the side effects of RN-13 soon began

Became stronger in his body to expand, and re-weakening down, the

situation of his five internal organs will be more severe than before taking
the medicine. Heart, liver, spleen, lungs ...... eyesight, endurance, all will
go downhill rapidly.

He had to increase the dosage of therapeutic drugs to try to balance the

damage of RN-13 on the organs.

His body is like a broken and leaky jar of medicine, he is constantly filling
the jar with the needed medicine, tearing down the east to mend the
west, trying to keep himself alive for a little longer.

After all, Qin Rongbei's condition had not yet fully recovered, and Qin
Ciyan's writings had not yet been completely finished, and he knew how
important they were to Mr. Qin, almost as if Qin Ciyan's soul were
superimposed on his life.

As for himself –

He is well calculated.

He is a divorced man with no children and no plans to remarry. His sister

has grown up well enough to take care of his aging Aunt Lai, and he has
given an account to Chen Lisheng, who died investigating the death of his
parents.

Everything in life that had to be done by him, he has done.

There is no one, anymore, who cannot leave him.

So the raggedy bear puppet that had pieced itself together, sewn it back
together, and returned to earth, could finally leave in peace.

.
When Xie Qingcheng returned to the faculty dormitory building, it was
already late.

He didn't expect to have a man sitting at his door.

" ...... He Yu ?"

He Yu was squinting and dozing in his doorway, already asleep, when he

heard Xie Qingcheng's voice, he immediately woke up and got up, "Xie
Qingcheng."

" ...... Why are you here?" Xie Qingcheng had just finished his treatment,
his body was still sore and weak, so he really had no way to deal with this
brat in front of him.

He subconsciously tugged at his sleeve to hide the marks on his wrist, not
wanting He Yu to see the strangulation marks from his handcuffs while he
was being treated, or else he would have to face He Yu's cross-
examination.

He Yu didn't notice his movement as he adjusted his shoulder bag, lifted

the plastic bag he was carrying and smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "I passed by
a Vixen milk tea store at night, it looked similar to the one we visited in
Qingli County. I went in and saw, wow, they did sell pearl milk tea for 2
yuan a cup. I brought it back for you."

" ...... "

The boy said, half grumbling, half jokingly, "I don't understand where this
stuff tastes good either."

" ...... " Xie Qingcheng does not know if he is too weak after the treatment
done, together with the heart has become weak, so that it faces He Yu ,
surprisingly some can not bear the precarious feeling.

A moment of silence.

When He Yu saw that he did not speak, he asked again, "Is the meeting
over?"

"What ...... Oh." Xie Qingcheng remembered the lie he had told He Yu in
the treatment room.
He said he went to a meeting, and He Yu really believed that he went to a
meeting. He did not suspect him at all, and Xie Qingcheng's image in his
eyes was tall.

He only waited for him silently in the same place.

Xie Qingcheng's heart felt more divided, and he felt that He Yu stood here
tonight, as if to crush his city's defenses.

He said, "Yes, the drive is over."

He Yu smiled again, very gentle: "Tired? This

It's late, you must be tired, have you eaten?"

Xie Qingcheng noticed that He Yu was subconsciously moving his feet

while talking. He then realized that it was already June and there were a
lot of insects, and He Yu was only wearing student sweatpants, showing
most of his calves. When he thought about it, He Yu also had some insect
bite allergies, so he stopped standing at the door with the child.

He knew it was the right thing to do to get rid of He Yu.

But when he met the boy's bright eyes full of expectation, he couldn't say
the words in the end. Xie Qingcheng finally opened the door and said to
He Yu, "Come in first."

Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the sofa as soon as he entered the

dormitory. He is too tired, the stress reaction after the treatment is more
obvious than once, He Yu is not an outsider, Xie Qingcheng then do not
bother to entertain him.

He even loosened the knot of his tie and made him, "Can you go boil some
water?"

Mr. He is willing to work, boiled water, handed Xie Qingcheng together

with milk tea, then stood by the sofa, standby like a big dog watching him.

Xie Qingcheng was really uncomfortable, took a sip of water and said to
He Yu, "You go about your business, I want to lie down for a while."

"What kind of meeting are you having, making it look like you're running a
marathon." He Yu sighed as he walked over and took Xie Qingcheng's
house shoes off, then sat down by the sofa.
Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes slightly and tried to take his foot back, but
He Yu already held it, so he just lowered his head and rested Xie
Qingcheng's foot on his lap, then slowly rubbed and pressed it to relax
him.

Xie Qingcheng He did not like the tiredness of having those little girls half
on their knees to clean up after the guests, it would make him feel
extremely uncomfortable.

But He Yu is different, he and his relationship is really too close, so this

thing he did, Xie Qingcheng's rejection is not so high.

Xie Qingcheng Because of the treatment, the body's various resistances

are weak at this moment, being pressed comfortably, could not help but
raise his hand to cover his forehead, the knot in his throat rolled up and
down, and let out a muffled grunt.

" ...... "He Yu gave him a massage last time, he felt that Xie Qingcheng
should be very good at this, I did not expect that this time he was more
tired state to show enjoyment and vulnerability. The low voice with pain
and comfort like scratching his heart, He Yu felt that just because of this
voice, he fed mosquitoes at the door for a few hours waiting for him is
worth the price of admission.

His eyes deepened, rubbing Xie Qingcheng's feet, and after a while, he
whispered, "Shall I help you take off your socks?"

Xie Qingcheng came back slightly, shook his head, and tried to take his
foot back again.

He Yu held him down, except for his black mid-calf socks.

Xie Qingcheng The man is quite disciplined, because he often wears

western pants, and he wears medium socks that do not make him lose his
manners when he moves, up to his calves.

This socially acceptable outfit seemed very desirable to He Yu, who slowly
took off Xie Qingcheng's black socks, exposing them naked.

Xie Qingcheng sobered up a bit and opened his eyes: "You don't mind
getting dirty."

"No, I think your feet are beautifully born."

It's true, Xie Qingcheng's feet are evenly shaped, with pronounced ankle
bones and pale bruises. He also loves cleanliness, and his clear nail caps
are like ice, covered with

Tip.

Xie Qingcheng was like a cheetah whose jaws had been touched. Although
he was usually powerful, he could not resist the comfort of scratching his
jaws and did not resist for a while, letting He Yu press him as hard as he
could.

"Well ...... "

Unlike during the cloud and rain, the massaged Xie Qingcheng is less
concerned about making a sound, and when He Yu gets him comfortable,
he will respond to He Yu's techniques in a low, husky voice.

That voice the man himself heard no feeling, but the boy liked it.

And while massaging, he asked him, "Is it comfortable?"

"Is this strong enough?"

"Want to push a little harder?"

" ...... Gently ...... " Xie Qingcheng was he massaged the sore Yongquan
point, can not help but frown and gasp to stop him, "it hurts ...... "

"It's good to get used to it."

"Ah ...... " Xie Qingcheng's sword eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, this
acupuncture point has been pressing is really sore, but can not stop.

He Yu pressed and pressed, the color under his eyes became deeper and
deeper, and suddenly coughed lightly and adjusted his sitting posture.

Xie Qingcheng asked him between tiredness and comfort, "Are you tired?"

"No." He Yu's voice was a little muffled, "How can I get tired when I can
make you comfortable."
He said, continued to Xie Qingcheng knead the soles of the feet with care,
massaging the pale dorsum of the foot ...... Then pressed to the ankle, to
the third mile of the foot ......

At the end, Xie Qingcheng did relax, but He Yu couldn't take it anymore.

What do you mean by playing with fire, roughly speaking.

He massaged and listened to Xie Qingcheng's unguarded whispers, and

gradually he couldn't help himself, finally restrained himself and held Xie
Qingcheng's toes, then lowered his head and kissed him gently.

This is too unexpected, Xie Qingcheng relaxed between did not expect to
be stimulated by this, a shudder back to consciousness.

"He Yu , you-"

It really doesn't matter to He Yu, he is the man of his choice.

He loves every part of his body, even the flaws are precious, so how can
he mind this?

But Xie Qingcheng doesn't think so.

His eyes met with He Yu's gaze of infatuation with him, and his heart
trembled greatly, and he was truly shaken.

They looked at each other like this for a while, He Yu was fascinated by
love and lust, holding his feet, like holding snow, like carrying jade, and
then he looked down at the back of the ice white feet, his eyelashes
trembled slightly ......

He kissed him lightly again.

Xie Qingcheng :" ...... "

The kind of scalding heat in the air was climbing, and the ambiguity had
almost materialized into a heavy semi-fluid mass that lingered around
them.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually obsessed, the boy's eyes

are not the slightest bit hidden fascination with men.

"Brother ...... "

His lips touched his skin lightly, like a dragonfly.

The red dragonfly brushed the back of the foot, swept the ripples of the
heartbeat, and slowly flew upwards ......

He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's hand, rubbed the tip of his nose against Xie
Qingcheng's hand, kissed his fingers one by one, and then pressed his
warm lips to the back of Xie Qingcheng's hand with reverence and
tenderness.

"Brother ...... I want to be with you ...... "

"Think

Want your person ...... And your heart ...... "

"Xie Qingcheng ...... You promise me, fall in love with me, give me a
name, OK?"

Xie Qingcheng, like being stabbed by an invisible sword, woke up with a

jolt.

The weary and hazy mist in his eyes lifted.

He thought about his medical checkup today, about being a man He Yu is

also a man, about everything ...... He only has 5 or 6 years left ......

He woke up like a dream and tried to push He Yu away.

He Yu, however, has not yet returned to his senses.

The youngsters are full of love for Xie Qingcheng, which is so easy to wake
up.

He did not realize Xie Qingcheng's perversity, he was still immersed in the
rare atmosphere of the two people just now, he could not help but get up,
propped on Xie Qingcheng's body, trapped him between the sofa and
himself.

He gazed at him tenderly and madly, obsessively and morbidly.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... "

Lowered his head and kissed.

Xie Qingcheng jerked his face away, and He Yu's kiss landed on his lateral
carotid artery.

As the kiss fell, something seemed to be falling apart in Xie Qingcheng's

heart, his heartstrings pounding with his arteries, and he began to push
He Yu back fiercely after a violent tremor.

"Don't ...... Don't, I'm not in the mood today, He Yu ...... He Yu you stop!"

He is really scared.

He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Was he afraid that He Yu would find the handcuff marks he left on his
hands while treating the disease?

Or was he afraid that He Yu would see the injected red mole on the back
of his neck re-torn and not yet healed?

Or ......

I am still afraid that I will unconsciously fall in love with He Yu again ......
I'm afraid that the compulsion that He Yu has buried deep in his heart is
going to move again.

What is he afraid of?

He Yu's addiction to Xie Qingcheng is so deep that the man seems to have
an invisible magnetic pole that draws him closer and closer. He was in a
state of confusion because of Xie Qingcheng, his eyes were lost, he didn't
listen to what the other side said, and continued to kiss him passionately.
He thought he was so beautiful, like a rose that belonged only to him. The
rose is gaudy, dangerous, with thorns, but he can't help but pick.

The more confused the mind is, the more confused the mind becomes.

The evil dragon kissed the flower and reached out to caress the trembling
rose.

"He Yu , you ...... That's enough ...... Let go ...... You let go ...... "

"Xie Qingcheng ...... "

The young man did not hear, he was too engrossed, every inch of light in
his eyes, can explain what is called the deepest love, and love to the
depths of nature and desire entangled, He Yu unconsciously want to undo
Xie Qingcheng's buckle. Xie Qingcheng was finally forced to the extreme,
suddenly struggled to pull out the hand held by He Yu, "pop" a slap, heavy
and hard on He Yu's face.

" ...... !"

The slap was so hard and so cold that He Yu suddenly sobered up and
looked at the person who hit him.

Xie Qingcheng clutched his sleeves and buttons, trying his best to hide
the traces of his treatment, a pair of peach blossom eyes confused and
wretched.

" ...... Don't touch me."

The eyes touch, He Yu face suddenly sunk, look very complex for a time,
instinctively through some crazy energy, look Xie Qingcheng even some
shudder.

But soon, that innate madness was squashed by He Yu.

He Yu

: "What's wrong with you?"

He tried to grab his hand, but Xie Qingcheng violently broke it away.

"Don't touch me." He said once again.

" ...... "

They looked at each other for a long time before He Yu slowly got up from
Xie Qingcheng's body and sat on the edge of the sofa with his bangs
hanging down and his head bowed.

In fact, just slapped He Yu as long as it is not Xie Qingcheng, and replaced

by any person, are going to be his death.

Just because it's Xie Qingcheng, He Yu can't do anything about it, and he
even feels guilty - because he suddenly sees the most vivid fear in Xie
Qingcheng's eyes.

Xie Qingcheng, such a strong, brave person, almost every time she
showed a look of fear, it was because of herself.
He Yu slightly turned his face sideways, silently looking at Xie Qingcheng
on the sofa - the man's forehead hair is disheveled, five alabaster-like
fingers pulling the lapel tight, the neck still has the hickeys left by himself,
but the only thing written between his eyebrows is inviolable majesty -
and suppressed fear. The man's eyes are written with inviolable majesty -
and suppressed trepidation.

He Yu looked at him like this, suddenly very, not taste.

"Brother ...... " he said dully, "Am I pushing you too hard?"

"Am I reminding you again of the time before ...... time I did that to you?"

"I know ...... I know you sometimes have nightmares at night and even
shivers all of a sudden ...... "

Xie Qingcheng :" ...... "

" ...... Brother, I'm sorry." He Yu saw that he had not answered, and after a
pause, suddenly said this to Xie Qingcheng.

" ...... I don't have to do this with you ...... If you're tired, or you're not in
the mood ...... Would you talk to me? I won't even force you anymore. You
don't look at me like that, OK?"

The teenager got up.

"I, I'll go to your study to do my homework first ...... I'll lock the door so
you can get some rest ...... I won't force you, I just want to ask you to stay
with me ...... "

"You don't ...... " He Yu's voice was a little shaky at the end, suppressed,
sad and bewildered - the emotions conveyed by that voice made Xie
Qingcheng's heart tremble inexplicably once again.

He Yu said with a choked sob -

" ...... Xie Qingcheng , don't you be afraid of me."

Chapter 158 - Words that are hard
to say
Xie Qingcheng doesn't know how he slept through the night.

If it was before, with all the chaos in his mind and all the mess he had
been through, he would never have been able to sleep.
But his body was deteriorating and he had just undergone RN-13
treatment that was a thousand times more painful than chemotherapy,
and he was so weak that after a few moments on the sofa, he really felt
exhausted.

He didn't want to sleep, he felt the need to quiet his mind, to think about
what was causing the increasingly obvious inner turmoil he felt when he
faced He Yu.

He looks at the closed door of He Yu's room.

He was outside the door, He Yu was inside the door, and the door never
opened again ......

The more Xie Qingcheng thought about it, the more he couldn't
understand it, and the more he thought about what had just happened,
especially the sound of He Yu's suppressed sobs at the end, the harder he
felt inside.

Finally, he cursed himself and fell back onto the sofa, his gaze drifting
towards the blank ceiling.

Tired and sore, Xie Qingcheng finally fell asleep and had a dream.

He dreamt that he was trapped in a tattered Muppet bear, standing in

front of the Ferris wheel at an amusement park, as if he was waiting for
someone.

He didn't know who he was waiting for, and he just stood there awkwardly
and shabbily, a handful of amusement park hydrogen balloons in his hand.

The Ferris wheel spun slowly, the neon lights changed, and the tourists
who had finished the ride walked down laughing and talking, without
anyone paying attention to the corner where he was standing.

Visitors come in large groups.

They laugh so happily, so contentedly, that the ragged bear and his
balloon are superfluous to them. So they could not see him.

After a while, Xie Qingcheng realises that he seems to be waiting for

someone who needs him and wants to take the balloon from his hand.
But it was as if he was under some kind of magic, he couldn't speak or
look like his real face, he could only stand like this, waiting and ......
waiting and ......

Xie Qingcheng realised with a start that it was his own parents and tried
to move his body to get past them.

But his father beckoned and wrangled a white horse carriage from the
park, and Zhou Muying went with him, the two of them fading out of sight
as the white horse carried them.

Xie Qingcheng stops blankly.

He knew that they had gone and there was no turning back.

The second person to come down from the Ferris wheel was Qin Ciyan.

Mr. Qin is alone, wearing the white coat he has worn all his life, smiling
and looking left and right. Qingcheng could not hear him.

But he already knew who the child was.

Mr. Qin reached out his hand and took the little boy's palm. The man and
the boy faded away in the seven coloured lights of the paradise and they
looked happy.

It is a happiness that was not present in life.

Only Xie Qingcheng remains where he is.

It is already dark.

The third person to come down was Xie Xue, who was bouncing and
running from a distance as she approached, and whose figure had
changed from that of a little girl of five or six years old.

Xie Xue froze for a moment as she passed him, staring at the rag doll as if
she thought he looked familiar. After a few seconds, she walked up to him,
smiled, and was just about to speak -

In the distance, however, a man was suddenly calling her name.

Xie Qingcheng could not see the man's face, but he knew it was a man,
the man Xie Xue would eventually spend the rest of his life with.
When Xie Xue heard the man's voice, she turned her head and thought to
herself that she was not a child after all, and that neither the dolls nor the
colourful balloons should belong to her any more.

She smiled at him one last time, waved to her favourite childhood bear,
stepped on her little white heels and walked briskly towards her bright
future.

It was, well, completely dark.

On the Ferris wheel, one after another, many more people came down.

the colourful balloon in his hand.

The amusement park is about to close and the crowds are dispersing one
by one.

He stood alone in his mirth, blinking slowly in the bear puppet, he was
gradually about to close his eyes, gradually about to let go, and let the
balloons that could no longer cheer anyone up flutter back to the sky ......

However -

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Thank you, Doctor."

He heard someone calling him.

He opened his eyes in a blur and there was no one in his field of vision.

"Look at me, here I am."

He looked down and saw a small, well-groomed and beautiful child, seven
or eight years old, staring up at him.

That was actually the first time he saw He Yu ......

"Dr Tse, why don't you go home?"

"......" he couldn't answer, he was in the mannequin, in the magic.

And even if he could answer, what should he say?

He doesn't have a home anymore.

"By the way, Dr. Tse ......" Little He Yu held out his hand as he held up a
small noodle figure in the shape of a dragon, "This is something I made at
the playground today.... for you ......"

He inserted the Xiao Long noodle into the pocket of his Xie Qingcheng doll
suit.

The child smiled up, "Can you compliment me?"

"Can you give me a hug?"

"......"

Can you give me a hug ......

It was, it seemed, something he had heard He Yu say countless times

before.

Sad, impulsive, sappy, earnest, pleading, desperate -

He Yu's voice.

Over and over again to him.

It is a lonely child, stubbornly begging for a little response from him.

Can you give me a hug? Xie Qingcheng?

Just like when I held you.

The child has been waiting and waiting ......

But Xie Qingcheng can't move. Xie Qingcheng is in the bear puppet and
can neither speak nor bend down to give him any reaction.

He Yu looked into his eyes and slowly, from anticipation, changed to

bewilderment, from bewilderment, changed to confusion, from confusion,
changed to disappointment ......

He just looked at Xie Qingcheng in silence, lost in thought.

Then - his body gradually becomes transparent - and he too is going - he

too is going to disappear.

He's going to disappear too ......

Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable. In his dream, he
was trying to break free from the magic, he wanted to give him the
coloured ball in his hand, he wanted to ask him, "Can you see me? Do you
know that I am in there? He wanted to reach out his hand-

Suddenly.

The surrounding area seemed to turn white all of a sudden, the coloured
lights, the Ferris wheel, the parade of floats through the brick and stone
streets, everything faded into a scene like in a coloured pencil painting.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes are wide open.

There was a man hugging him from behind.

He didn't turn around, but his heart had gone from calm, to gradually
quickening and catching up with his body's response, and there was a
great tremor within his chest, and he could feel the familiar body heat and
taste ......

The He Yu of his childhood disappeared before his eyes, while the grown-
up He Yu embraced him behind him.

Xie Qingcheng could feel his hot tears flowing down and landing on his
shoulder ...... The tattered Muppet bear was held tightly by the tall,
handsome youth, and He Yu fell into tears and whispered, "I know you're
in there. Don't you go."

"I also need a Muppet bear."

"I still want the coloured ball in your hand ......"

" Xie Qingcheng, give me all your balloons and dolls. Okay?"

"You ...... turn around and give me a hug, OK ......"

That moment.

It was at that moment that Xie Qingcheng's heart felt like it had been hit
with the heaviest and heaviest blow, a blow that destroyed the magic that
had been bound to him and broke the shackles that had kept him from
moving himself.

The broken bear puppet turned around awkwardly, its chocolate bean
eyes looking at him silently for a long time...
Then it stretched out its worn and tattered arms, which no one needed to
rely on anymore, and slowly ...... slowly lifted ...... eventually it embraced
the young man who stood before him wiping his tears ......

"Don't cry."

The raspy voice was finally able to unseal itself from the Muppet and, with
difficulty, flowed from a voice that he had been unable to pronounce for
so long.

"Don't cry, He Yu ......"

"No more tears ......"

Withered lips murmured, eyelids rolled - Xie Qingcheng woke up suddenly

from his dream.

His eyes were still lax, the afterglow of the dream still fresh.

He lifted his hand, trembling, and gently touched his eyelids.

This is him ......

What do you dream about?

The earthquake of the heart continues, rippling through the limbs and not
even the fingertips can be calmed.

He wiped his eyes incredulously - hot and wet.

There were real tears shed.

"......" Xie Qingcheng lay woodenly on the sofa, his chest rising and falling
more sharply than usual, he still had those neon lights in his eyes, and it
was as if the ethereal singing of the playground was still in his ears.

He didn't want to believe what he had dreamed, didn't want to believe the
response and vulnerability of his dreams.

He was more reluctant to believe the feelings he was showing in that

moment ......

He was really responsive to He Yu.

He slumped back on the sofa in a daze, with no strength at all, the knot in
his throat rolling intermittently, his eyes wide and unseeing as he thought
about it all.

The thought of that last embrace in his dream still shook him to his core.

It took Xie Qingcheng a long time to collect himself, he wiped the thin
wetness from the back of his eyes and raised his hand to check his
wristwatch - it was already after two in the morning, I wonder if He Yu had
left?

He turned his head to the study door, which was still closed.

Xie Qingcheng calmed down again, rustled up and was just walking to the
study door to knock when he heard the kitchen door open - He Yu was in
the kitchen.

"You're awake?" He Yu seemed to be embarrassed by what had happened

between them before they went to bed, and instead of looking directly at
Xie Qingcheng, he flexed his hand and coughed covertly, whispering, "I
cooked a snack. I was going to wake you up later. It'll be ready soon ......
you wait for me for another five minutes."

Although He Yu did not want Xie Qingcheng to go into the kitchen and
wanted to bring the food out directly, Xie Qingcheng went in anyway.

A casserole is simmering on the stove top, steaming, and a smell that is

by no means unfamiliar to old Huzhou people is wafting out of it.

Xie Qingcheng walks over and sees He Yu's mobile phone still sitting in
front of the stove.

The young master wasn't much of a cook, and this was a recipe he had
learned off the shelf from an online recipe. The screen also shows the title
of the recipe, which is cheesy and straightforward -

Make a pot of soup for your baby.

Xie Qingcheng averts his eyes from the headline, hiding from something.

He took the insulated wet towel and removed the lid from the casserole,
the heat from inside steaming out and blurring the rigid lines of his face.

The stew in the pot was indeed a pickled duck.

Xie Qingcheng loved this dish, Aunt Li would make it and so would he, but
it was never as good as the one his mother made when she was alive.

A typical southern dish, it requires tender bamboo shoots, ham hocks and
a thousand knots, but there is one more invisible ingredient needed to
cook this dish: patience.

The akimbo is the sound of the soup gurgling as it simmers slowly over a
gentle fire. During the long and patient simmering process, the freshness
of the bamboo shoots, the saltiness of the ham and the fragrance of the
pork ribs are all transformed into the essence of the pot and cooked into
the knot of a thousand Zhang, which contains all the flavours.

He Yu was so thick-skinned, but he couldn't stand it any longer. He

wanted to drive Xie Qingcheng out again: "Don't stand here, I can't play
well with you standing here.

"........."

--

"Don't stand in the kitchen, you're distracting me, get out." This is what
Zhou Muying used to say to Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu is like her in this respect.

Xie Qingcheng wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't, and he
went out.

As he sat waiting in the living room, he kept thinking about his dream, and
all that had happened before.

He knew that He Yu had torn his heart out and was giving it to himself.

He had never seen such passionate love before, so at first he dismissed it

as a teenage infatuation. It was not real.

He was like the king who could not recognize He Bi, He Yu was the Huibi
who he had wronged. He Yu proves time and again that his heart is true,
saying to Xie Qingcheng, "You are irreplaceable, and if you think I am
wrong in loving you, I can be wrong for the rest of my life, and on the day
I die, it will be proved that I am the right one.

Every day that I live, he said, I will be with you, every hour, every minute,
every second. I'm loving you, I'm protecting you, I'm there for you.
Xie Qingcheng is not hard-hearted and it would be a lie to say that he was
not touched. But what he cannot break free from is He Yu's need for him.

Xie Qingcheng was always a macho man, and the thing he did most often,
the thing he was most used to doing, was to take care of others. As if that
was the meaning of his existence.

Xie Qingcheng wondered carefully how they would get on with their lives
if one day he was no longer there, and then everyone around them.

He knew that Aunt Li, Chen Man, Xie Xue ...... would be very sad, but at
the same time he believed that they could support each other and slowly
come out of that sadness.

They all have many bridges between them and society, and while it hurts
to lose one of their own, it is not something that cannot be walked.

Then he thought of He Yu.

If he were gone, would He Yu still be in the kitchen making soup? Would

he still be cooking a serious meal with a recipe and a fire?

If he were gone, would He Yu still seek to speak to someone, try to see a

doctor, restrain himself as best he could from being consumed by his
demons, would he still follow another person, talk to them about the
minutiae of the day and seek a hug from that person?

Xie Qingcheng knows that it is very difficult.

He Yu is too stubborn.

He can break his head, he can burn the jade, he can fall into madness, but
he does not know how to turn back.

Even if he knows that a path is dead and dark, as long as he steps on it,
he will keep going.

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes.

He did not expect that in the end, the one person left who he could not
have predicted to follow his life, the one he could not worry about, would
be He Yu.

"It's cooked, try it!"

He Yu came out of the kitchen with a large, steaming bowl and set it in
front of Xie Qingcheng.

"I'm smart, it should taste good."

Xie Qingcheng is not a bowl of noodles.

It was a bowl of noodles with a creamy white soup, smooth and delicate
noodles, topped with tender green sea bok choy boiled in hot water, a
golden egg in a puff pastry, and a fragrant pork and mushroom topping
over the noodles, topped with a few knotted thousand-jangles cooked to
perfection and sprinkled with a handful of white sesame seeds.

The essence of the marinated pork is the soup and the thousand-jewel
knot, as the freshness of the bamboo shoots, ham and meat is already
fully paid for by them.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the bowl of noodles made with the thick soup of
pickled pork, as if He Yu had exhausted all his eagerness, love and
kindness, and then held it out to him eagerly. He knew that something in
his heart had crumbled and collapsed.

" He Yu ."

The teenager lifted his almond eyes, "Hmm?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng finds himself tempted to apologise for the ferocity with
which he treated him earlier.

He was so angry at him for no reason and hours later he gave him back a
warm pot of soup ......

Xie Qingcheng's heart felt so bad that he really wanted to reach out and
give this lonely dragon a hug.

Just like in his dream when He Yu hugged him who was trapped in a
tattered old Muppet bear.

But he eventually held back the slight tremble in his fingertips and did not
do that.

If a bridge is eventually going to be torn down, it should not be allowed to

become a path that teenagers are used to walking on.
Xie Qingcheng eventually managed to be sensible and restrained and
averted his gaze.

"You can have some together too."

"I'll just eat the meat, I like meat."

"......" Who doesn't know that the meat of the marinade has long since
boiled down the essence with the soup, leaving nothing left to taste?

But He Yu, who is more of a picky eater than anything else, actually went
and scooped up some meat bones and sat across from Xie Qingcheng and
gnawed on them.

Dog-like.

Xie Qingcheng thought for a long time and finally made up his mind and
said, "...... He Yu. Come to my place at the weekend and I will make you
what you want to eat. Then ......"

Before he could finish the rest of his sentence, He Yu's joy and frustration
both spilled out in an instant: "The weekend? ...... I'm going to the sports
day at the weekend, the school signed me up."

Xie Qingcheng thought about it, "Then let's have a good game. We'll talk
about it next time."

"So will you come and watch me play?"

"......"

"Will it?"

"I have classes on the weekend morning, I'll try."

Xie Qingcheng said, seeming to feel that the teenager's gaze was too hot,
so he lowered his eyes and ate the noodles.

The teenager was re-energised.

And at that moment, Xie Qingcheng felt his heart ache so much ......

He finally realized that he cared for He Yu as much as he did, but what

could be done about it?
His life expectancy was shallow, and it would have been selfish and
irresponsible to let go of the warmth He Yu had given him, and if they had
gone on like this, then in the end he would have left the world himself,
having enjoyed all the love of a teenager but leaving him only with a long
period of grief.

The long pain is better than the short pain, delayed for so long, but it is
because he has him in his heart, there is so hard to remove ......

But it's time to cut the heart out completely -

It was time for him to put down the child who wanted to hug the bear
puppet doll.

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Author's comment.

In the earliest European fairy tales, the white horse was actually an image
of death. Therefore, in Xie Qingcheng's dream, the mother and father
leave in a white horse and carriage.

Chapter 159 - Finally ruthless

The weekend is fast approaching.

The sports day was held as scheduled at the HU playground.

He Yu was entered in the men's 1,500 long run, the 200m burst and finally
the 3,000m dash.
It was the class sports committee's fault that the men's 1,500m and
3,000m endurance run was a hot potato, and the sports committee
couldn't get anyone to sign up, so they took advantage of He Yu's daily
visits to the Shanghai Medical School next door and put his name on the
list.

One thousand five was at the end of the noon session, and He Yu, in his
snow-white sweatshirt and trousers, was indeed handsome and elegant as
he stepped out onto the track.

He glanced around the auditorium, skimming over the excited seniors, but
Xie Qingcheng was nowhere to be seen as far as he could see.

And that's when the whistle blew.

"Ready! --RUN!!!"

The gun goes off and the man comes out.

By the time Xie Qingcheng arrived, the race was over and He Yu, who had
finished second, was sitting panting on the side of the track, resting on his
hands.

All around him were his classmates, a group of sweaty, youthful students
that kept Xie Qingcheng from going any further.

He felt that it was a beautiful painting, and that the beauty of the painting
was lost when he walked in so sickly.

He Yu was handed a glass of water, which he took, gulped it down several

times, caught his breath, his forehead hair hung wetly in front of his eyes,
and he fell back, smiling and talking to his classmates.

Just then, his eyes caught a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng by the stands.

He Yu originally had no strength at all, what normal college student ran

1,500 fucking miles and still had strength ah, and not a gymnasium
military police academy.

But as soon as he saw Xie Qingcheng, he suddenly had the strength to

smile in the sunlight, get up and, with a flourish of his hand, leap over the
railing and run towards Xie Qingcheng.
"There you are."

"...... hmm."

"Just arrived?"

Xie Qingcheng let out another hmm and asked him, "Have you finished?"

He Yu held his forehead and looked at him with a smile, "No, I have
3,000m to go this afternoon, and you've come to see it, so I'll run first."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... just do your best. No need to fight so hard, it's just
one game."

And to He Yu, "Sit down and rest for a while."

He Yu sat down next to him.

The playground at HU is built to the scale of a regular athletics stadium

and is so large that there are not many people in the area where He Yu
and Xie Qingcheng are sitting.

Sitting there, the atmosphere was actually a bit like a student date.

On the playground, a trio of students were cleaning the field in

preparation for the afternoon's game.

He Yu stretched his long legs for a moment and asked, " Xie Qingcheng,
when you used to go to school, would you sign up for sports?"

"That's how long ago it was."

"Will it?"

"...... will."

"So what program are you in?"

"Like you, it's a long run."

"Then surely no one can outrun you."

Xie Qingcheng does come back first.

Seeing his acquiescence, He Yu refused to lag behind in the afternoon
session anyhow and said, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

When it was time for lunch, Xie Qingcheng brought a box lunch for He Yu
as a return of the favour he had done before.

It's Yang Zhou's fried rice, which is golden and fluffy and full of crystal
shrimps, hand-peeled river prawns.

Xie Qingcheng hands it to He Yu, who is frozen in place, and opens him a
soda with yoghurt.

"...... What are you looking at me for? Eat."

He Yu's heart was hot and he couldn't believe that Xie Qingcheng could
actually make him a special Yang Zhou fried rice.

He wanted to hug Xie Qingcheng and kiss him, but he couldn't do

anything in the school yard, so he just took the chopsticks with his heart
full of joy.

"You really did it for me."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... I promised you before. Wanted to fulfill that

promise."

He Yu didn't catch the implication and laughed.

Xie Qingcheng came to see him, and Xie Qingcheng even made him fried
rice, and there was no way in hell he was going to let himself lose.

The third event of the afternoon session was the men's 3,000m.

Before He Yu walked down, he said to Xie Qingcheng in a very serious

manner, "Wait for me, I'll get you a first."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... It's okay, it's okay if you run a little slower. It's just a
race."

He Yu didn't think much of the others, but there was a senior exchange
student, a black guy, who had a physical advantage, and He Yu lost to him
in the morning.
The gun went off, and He Yu was off like an arrow, from the start, he and
the black boy were a long way behind the other students, and then
entered the endurance tug-of-war period of the long run.

One lap ...... Two laps ......

People in the stands were shocked at the desperate running style of these
two students, and some students shuddered and asked, "What ...... is
wrong with that? Why so desperate, is it that if you win the run you can
get VIP spectator tickets for the Olympics?"

The black brother thought the same thing, he thought, what's wrong with
this handsome man, he must compete with him for first place in this
event!

The two were running out of energy as they sprinted the last two laps
shoulder to shoulder, the black brother panting with a head full of
questions, "Dude, what are you doing, it's embarrassing for me not to
come first in this event!"

He Yu understood, but also said to the brother as he ran, "I'm sorry mate,
my wife is watching from the stands and I can't afford to be
embarrassed."

Black brother: "? Aren't you a student? How come you have a wife?"

He Yu is highly inscrutable.

The black brother comprehended, "You're not the one ...... who got
pregnant unmarried and knocked someone up and had to get a license,
are you?"

He Yu: "Bro Chinese is really good, you don't have to be first in long
distance running, you can try out for the next debate too."

With that, he sped up and got ahead of the black brother while he was still
in shock of "what a mess your school is in".

How can this be?

The black brother immediately returned to his senses and although he
sympathised with the young dad, who was actually about to enter the
grave of marriage in his early twenties, the race could not be let up and
he picked up speed to catch up.

Last lap!

"Crikey, that's too much work!"

"This men's 3,000m is making my blood boil!"

"Come on! Hurry!"

The crowd in the stands rose in excitement to get a better view of the
action on the field.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to stand, but everyone stood up, so he couldn't
see anything from where he was sitting, so he had to get up.

He Yu falls behind his black brother at the last corner, the gap is
widening ......

Many people sighed a little contently, thinking that it was a pity that this
handsome man had fought so hard for so long and still had to lose out on
the title.

However, He Yu kept on clinging to his breath, stubbornly refusing to

admit defeat, and when he reached the last 300 metres, he burst out of
his body with a burst of strength from nowhere and chased after the back
of the brother in front of him!

One metre, five metres ...... The gap is closing and finally -

"Bang!"

The finish line hit, and He Yu actually passed the brother at the last
minute, setting off the finish line salute!

Shreds of confetti are falling.

The stands were silent for a few seconds and then burst into a frenzy!!!

"WOW!!!"
"This one is so exciting!!!"

"Overtake! It's overtaken! The president has taken first place!"

He Yu sat down on the athletic field and waved in the direction of Xie
Qingcheng in the stands amidst the rain of flowers and confetti, flashing a
sweaty, youthful smile.

At that moment, no one could see that he had been such a scarred and
lonely sick man.

And at the same time, the breeze blew across Xie Qingcheng's face, Xie
Qingcheng looked at He Yu from afar, as if he was stung by the light, his
heart dulled with pain, and for a moment, he could no longer see He Yu's
face ......

"Professor Xie, what's wrong with you?"

The dizziness comes out of nowhere.

When he came back to his senses, Xie Qingcheng found himself back in
his bleacher chair, next to two students who had switched to watch the
game near him and noticed his abnormality and asked worriedly.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to cover his forehead and said, "It's okay."

He sat in the stands and took a moment to slow down.

Sport is a place where life is vibrant and lush, especially college sport,
which means youth, energy and hope. These things were overflowing
around him at the moment, yet they didn't seem to have anything to do
with him. He knew that even with the constant use of rn-13 healing pills,
his weakened organs were becoming more and more apparent.

His eyesight was the most damaged because of the high impact of RN-13
on the optic nerve.
But he needed those eyes whether he was doing experiments or
compiling data. He closed his eyes, knowing that he was running out of
time ...... or that it would be even less than expected.

Xie Qingcheng took another break, got up and left the crowded auditorium
as He Yu was summoned to receive his prize.

He originally wanted to go back to his dormitory, but his body couldn't

carry him and he had to go and sit in the indoor arena of the gym.

The place was deserted and he leaned back on a bench by the badminton
court to rest.

It was not long before He Yu arrived.

" Xie Qingcheng, what are you doing here?"

He Yu didn't notice Xie Qingcheng's pale face as the light in the gym's
inner court was low. He thought it was because it was too sunny outside
and Xie Qingcheng couldn't stand it, so he went to sit in the inner gym.

He Yu has no idea what Xie Qingcheng is going through or what he is

thinking right now.

He was delighted, and that enthusiasm was even infectious.

Even Xie Qingcheng's soon-to-be-frozen heart is warmed up a little.

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him and was about to say something when He
Yu lowered his head and kissed him.

"......"

" Xie Qingcheng, did you see me win?"

"......"

"I didn't embarrass you by thinking of you."

"......"

" Xie Qingcheng ."

The boys were sweating from the 3,000m run and should have had no
energy left, but He Yu was like a warrior who had won a race, his blood
was boiling and he couldn't calm down.

He rubbed the tip of his nose against him one by one.

" Xie Qingcheng, this time, can I have a little reward?"

Xie Qingcheng's voice caught in his throat when he met He Yu's eyes with
such joy and purity.

He Yu: "Brother ......... is okay?"

Why should a light shine in when the city of his heart is about to be
sealed?

Xie Qingcheng feels his heart aching sluggishly.

The eyes are getting blurry.

He couldn't see He Yu's face anymore, and the dizziness came back to
him, and he couldn't speak for a while and had little strength.

By the time he had gradually recovered from his weakness, he had been
taken by He Yu to the dugout toilets.

He Yu pushes Xie Qingcheng into one of the cubicles and kisses him
deeply while locking the door behind him.

He wanted to ask for his kiss, for his real reward.

The boy's body, hot with the heat of exercise, leaned so densely towards
Xie Qingcheng.

" He Yu ......"

Xie Qingcheng's wrist still shows signs of treatment and he clutches his
sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.

He Yu: "Brother, is it okay?"

"Don't, no. ......"

He Yu was almost pouting, "Just reward me once ......"

"......"

"Can you hug me?"

"......"

He should not have done so with He Yu.

This incident led to the two of them falling deeper and deeper into the
situation they are in today.

But he had no strength now; the sudden attack had left him so weak that
even his vision was blurred, and the feeling of seeing the glorious light of
the haze when he had already known the end of darkness broke his city of
heart.

He Yu got his way in the end.

Despite the fact that the boys had just finished a long run, they didn't feel
tired at all, as if the 3,000 metres they had just run had been another tube
of energy.

Nearly an hour later, He Yu got his wish, kissing Xie Qingcheng, who was
almost out of breath, and holding him in his arms before kissing him on
the forehead.

When he had done so, he looked at Xie Qingcheng with his eyes and
opened his mouth, but his voice was suddenly cold - and the words were
not addressed to Xie Qingcheng.

"It was fun staying that long?"

A few seconds after his words, there was a sudden, subtle movement
outside, a loud sound apparently coming from a person.

Someone!
This man - presumably a student - had rushed in during their exchange
and stayed put. He Yu had already sensed it, but he was indifferent to his
voice being recognised, as long as Xie Qingcheng was protected.

Xie Qingcheng glanced back, but He Yu's finger was on his lips, making a
gesture of silence.

And then he lowered his voice and said coldly to those outside, "Don't you
find yourself bored when you hide in the shadows and do such things."

"......"

"Now, please get out of here right now. If I come out and I can bump into
you, I'll let you know if you can afford to pay the price."

Those who had been eavesdropping dared not stay any longer and
immediately ran away in haste.

He Yu kissed Xie Qingcheng again after the man had run away, his brow
and voice returning to tenderness. His pupils were dark and he looked
carefully at his rose.

"Brother ...... will come to my flat next, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng was just about to say something when another wave of
dizziness hit his eyes.

He was really sick and had no strength. The pain of the sudden onset of
the disease was very difficult and he almost fainted when the drugs came
on a few times, but he could not let anyone know about his health
condition. He still had to cope with He Yu and not let him notice anything
different about his body and had to stay awake and pretend to be normal.

He Yu thought he was agreeing to go home with him if he didn't answer,

so he blushed a little and kissed Xie Qingcheng again, hugging him
carefully.

The boy carefully tidied up his sweetheart's slightly sweaty forehead and
took Xie Qingcheng out.
He Yu parked close by and when he got into the car, the boy looked at
him a few more times as he turned sideways to fasten the man's seatbelt.
He finds him too good looking and his gaze grows obsessive, resulting in
the two of them spending nearly another hour in the car before He Yu is
willing to depart.

The boy's mouth has always been a deceitful ghost, and all the good talk
before was fucking empty talk.

In fact, it was not until it was dark and late at night that He Yu fell asleep
in his flat bedroom, contentedly holding the Muppet bear that was now his
only possession.

He never noticed Xie Qingcheng's perversity -

Xie Qingcheng is so sick that he can barely utter a curse, but he thinks it
is because Xie Qingcheng is gentler than before.

Xie Qingcheng hadn't removed his shirt from his house for so long, as if he
was covering something up. This was something that He Yu found vaguely
odd, but did not take it too seriously.

His heart was so full of Xie Qingcheng's inexplicable vulnerability that he

had no room for anything else.

The next morning, He Yu woke up and found Xie Qingcheng still asleep.

He placed a soft kiss on Xie Qingcheng's eyelid and was about to say
something when he suddenly realised that the person in his arms was hot.

He Yu was shocked, Xie Qingcheng had a fever?

He didn't dare delay and rushed to get a thermometer to take his

brother's temperature.

38.3°C ......

He Yu was anxious to call his personal doctor, An Dongni, but immediately

felt bad about it.

He finally just had to gently shake Xie Qingcheng awake: "Brother ......"

"......"
It took three or four times before Xie Qingcheng woke up from his daze.

It was as if half of his soul had been drained from him, and he looked at
He Yu with blank eyes.

He Yu's heart was instantly softened by his look, and he even regretted
his lack of restraint yesterday.

He hugged him and whispered to him, "Brother ...... you have a fever, I'll
take you to the hospital, you get up first ......"

When Xie Qingcheng heard the word "hospital", she reflexively avoided it,
sobering up a little and saying, "No, I'm not going."

"But you have to hang on to water to-"

"I'm not going!" Xie Qingcheng reacted violently, coughing violently.

He Yu was frightened, and when he came back to his senses, he was busy
saying, "Don't be in a hurry, then. I'll get you some fever-reducing
medicine, you lie down first."

Xie Qingcheng's fever was so intense that he lingered in a daze for two
nights, and it was only on the third morning that he finally recovered a
little, leaning back in bed and watching He Yu go about his business.

He knew that He Yu had been absent from school again for the past few
days, and He Yu did not dare to leave and stayed by his side for as long as
he slept.

Xie Qingcheng's bloodless face was slightly tilted sideways as he thought

long and hard about the whole thing, weighing up the pros and cons of all
his options in the last few days. The last bit of intolerance had been
stripped away like the cutting away of one's own flesh and blood and the
gouging out of one's own eyes.

He Yu brings a bowl of porridge.

The young master is not good at housework, but he has made many kinds
of porridge in the past few days, just like trying to coax Xie Qingcheng to
drink more.
Xie Qingcheng Holding that bowl of congee is like holding one's
overheated heart, and in the end, one can't even hold it anymore.

He finally put the spoon down slowly and raised his eyes to He Yu--

With a high fever, his eyesight has deteriorated even more, and at this
distance, without his glasses, he can no longer see He Yu's expressions
clearly.

It's good not to be able to see.

It's best if you can't see.

With this in mind, Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, " He Yu ."

He Yu turned back to me, his cheeks still smeared with the dust of the
pots and pans from his fumbling porridge: "What?"

"I've thought about it." Xie Qingcheng said, "between me and you."

"......"

"I admit you're not wrong, I know you really like me."

He Yu's eyes widened slightly, as if with some hope.

Xie Qingcheng is out of sight.

His vision is blurred.

He finally whispered, but word for word, the words he had suppressed for
so long, without turning back, "I tried to accept it, but I couldn't."

"......"

"I'm sorry. There's no way I can like you." Xie Qingcheng said, "So, this is
our last time."

"It's over."

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Chapter 160 - You're gone, once
again
He Yu stands frozen in place.

He felt that he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"......"

But before Xie Qingcheng could say anything else, He Yu immediately

interrupted him again and then stammered as if to avoid something: "No,
no, no ...... you, you wait for a moment ...... "

"There's still Sichuan scallops and snow pears simmering in the pot, I'll get
them for you ...... I ......"

It's as if a cup of snow pear with Sichuan scallops could change

everything.

The young man turned, trying to run towards the kitchen, as if it was his
shell and he could escape into it without being stabbed by any sharp
objects.

But the sound of Xie Qingcheng's voice came, freezing him in his tracks.

"No need for that, He Yu ."

"......"

"It's time for me to go back."

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu have slept together many times, and many
times they have woken up and turned the other cheek.

Only this time, when he was killing He Yu, he was also hurting himself.

Every word that came out of his throat was a thorn in his side, so much so
that Xie Qingcheng's already very sick body, which was only holding itself
together, was trembling slightly.
But He Yu can't see it.

He had already shed tears after hearing Xie Qingcheng's decisive words,
and now his face was streaked with tears, and he dared not look back.

He feels that Xie Qingcheng is bullying him again.

Whenever Xie Qingcheng was done with him, he didn't want him, and he
would say all kinds of harsh things out loud.

He didn't know what he hadn't done right, but he had put his heart and
soul into it, boiling all his feelings like a frozen pear in a pot, making them
as unpalatable and easy to digest as possible, and then holding them out
to the man with trepidation.

But Xie Qingcheng says it's over.

He could never like him.

He Yu turned his back to Xie Qingcheng and opened his mouth, the first
time, he could not make a sound, and it was not until the second time that
he found his voice.

It was hoarse as hell.

"...... you, you eat the ...... pear first, and we'll talk about all this, okay?"

"........."

He Yu all choked up: "You eat a little ...... you eat a little ...... okay? ......
I've been learning for a long time ......"

I've been learning it for ages.

I would have, not being able to do housework, not being able to peel fruit,
not knowing how to stew a snow pear with rock sugar and scallops.

I would not, originally, have loved anyone in such a humble way.

Wouldn't be so dedicated to looking after someone.

Now I know it all.

I've been studying for a long time, Xie Qingcheng.

Just take a taste.

Just look at me.

He Yu's finger was still wrapped in a band-aid and he had cut his hand
while peeling a pear and it was bleeding. But he didn't care at the time, all
he could think of was that when Xie Qingcheng woke up, he could bring
him a bowl of steaming pear paste.

But Xie Qingcheng woke up, and Xie Qingcheng said that he didn't want
him.

He Yu's tears kept falling, he cried so hard but kept his voice down,
refusing to let Xie Qingcheng hear him or turn around to let him see him.

He finally walked into the kitchen with his head down and slammed the
door shut.

On the kitchen counter, there is also granulated sugar, cubes of sorbet

and a knife for cutting fruit.

Little by little, He Yu gathered up the things, silently shedding tears as she

did so.

The flat, in fact, had never had a fire since he had got the keys. He used
to come and stay on his own and was always too lazy to cook, either going
out to eat or having the hotel chef make it and bring it to the house.

It was the first time he had opened a fire here for someone, turning the
"flat" into a "home".

But I didn't expect it to end like this.

He Yu suppressed his sobs and stood for a long time in the kitchen, trying
to calm himself down and finally washing his face so that Xie Qingcheng
would not see that he had shed tears.

After an unknown amount of time, the kitchen door was pushed open.
Xie Qingcheng was standing outside the door, already changed. He said to
him, " He Yu ."

"......"

"I'm not making this decision because I think there's something wrong
with you."

"......"

"And because of myself. I really can't take a man's liking."

He Yu dropped his eyes and stood helplessly by the sink, "...... gender ......
is that important to you?"

He lifted his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng still knew in the first instant that the boy ...... had cried.

Those eyes were moist, flushed with some red, and just looked up at him.

" Xie Qingcheng, is all this so important?"

"......"

"More important than sincerity, is it?"

Xie Qingcheng was unable to answer.

What could he say? He couldn't say, "I'm sorry, He Yu, I don't mind you
being a man, it's actually because I don't have long to live and I've
realized that I can't change your feelings for me at all, so I had to go
through with it and hope you don't waste all your youth on me.

He Yu was quiet for a moment, watching the small fire rolling over the
pear soup on the stove top.

He had been holding back, and this moment suddenly became

unbearable.
He looked back at Xie Qingcheng, his voice trembling with sadness: "Do
you know, Xie Qingcheng? You will never find another person in this world
who will love you as much as I do."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a long time, and he was tempted in this
moment to reach out his arms to comfort this clumsy, wretched, humble
but also proud young dragon.

This affection he felt for He Yu had gone from initial shock, to questioning,
and then from questioning again, to now having his heart cut like a knife.

When Xie Qingcheng and Li Ruoqiu divorced, they said they had never
seen, nor would they believe in, the kind of love that flies to the flame, no
matter what.

It was He Yu who made him see it.

The more he saw this love clearly, the more his heart ached. He Yu was
like a puppy he had overlooked on the road and had thrown some food at
because he felt so sorry for him. He had only wanted to maintain such a
simple relationship and had never thought of adopting the puppy or
establishing any unnecessary intimacy with it.

But that's not how puppies think.

He waited for him dutifully in that spot every day, running happily around
his legs when he saw him, and he had inadvertently been tamed by him -
but he knew he would never walk this path again before long, and he
would never wait for the man who passed by.

What choice did he have but to never feed it any food again, or even
pretend he couldn't see it?

However the puppy didn't know that, the puppy whimpered and chased
after him, not understanding why he was suddenly ignoring him, was he
too dirty? Or was it too ugly? Or was it because he was a sick little dog? So
he is forever just feeding it a few bites but won't hold it and can't like it.

Xie Qingcheng eventually dropped his hand.

He didn't give He Yu that hug.

He said, "I know I'm not likely to meet another person who likes me as
much as you do."

He Yu's eyes widened slightly and there was a faint glimmer of hope in
them.

Xie Qingcheng did not deny his feelings.

Having experienced the separation of a teenager at the age of fourteen,

Xie Qingcheng knew that he should not deny any of He Yu's sincerity. This
is the last respect and protection he can give to He Yu.

"He Yu, I am thirty-three years old, I have been married and divorced, I
have been on many dates, I have met countless people." Xie Qingcheng
leans against the warmth of the stove, weakly, quietly, almost gently, and
speaks to He Yu from the bottom of his heart, "In fact, I'm not too well off,
I'm old, my health is poor, I don't understand, I'm busy at work, and I can't
give much satisfaction to others in terms of material things. I am self-
aware."

He Yu's eyes are about to fall again and he shakes his head.

Xie Qingcheng is a man who almost never makes light of himself.

He is confident and strong.

But at this moment, with Xie Qingcheng in front of him, almost sighing as
he lays out his shabbiness, the look of watching him soberly and calmly
admit how bad he is hurts even more than Xie Qingcheng's rejection of
him.

He Yu choked out, "No ......"

"What I said is the truth." Xie Qingcheng is very calm, facing someone
who treats him with such sincerity, he can also show him his own
wretchedness, "In fact, I know that the most suitable ending for a person
like me is to die alone - I know that I am not bad looking and will attract I
know I'm not bad looking and I'll attract some girls, but like and love are
different, and love and true love are different. After my divorce from Li
Ruoqiu, I was dead in the water and thought I would never get a true love
again."

"But you gave me your feelings."

" He Yu, I'm sorry that I didn't believe from the start that you really liked
me. Because you were so young and a boy, I was smart enough to think
you were mistaken about your feelings and even tried to lead you on, to
get you to admit that it was just a dependency." Xie Qingcheng paused
and coughed gently before continuing, "I know I broke your heart."

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

"Just hear me out." Xie Qingcheng's lips were pale, more than a little
sickly white at the moment, "...... I know you're the best, you're the best
for me. You're pretty much about to cut your heart out for me, trying to
make me understand your use of it."

"I've seen it all now. He Yu. I've got it all figured out."

The little ghost couldn't really help himself this time, the moisture in his
eyes was getting heavier and heavier, he turned his head to the side and
paused for a moment, still raising his hand to wipe his own eyes.

He was really too aggrieved.

The feeling of being constantly denied, constantly suppressed, constantly

misunderstood, and one day finally being recognised, anyone who has
experienced it can probably understand the bitterness that rushes
through the heart at that moment instead.

"It's my fault. I was too presumptuous to think I was older than you and
knew more than you, and I was the one who didn't respect your feelings."

He Yu, with red almond eyes, whispered, " Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "He Yu, I have never met anyone who has liked me as
much as you do. I know I will never meet another person who likes me as
much as you do. You have given me so many irreplaceable memories and
feelings."

"......"

"I'm grateful."

"......"

"Really."
Xie Qingcheng said this with a soft sigh.

He closed his eyes and the knot in his throat rolled.

He finally gave He Yu all the apologies and acknowledgements that he

needed to give.

The rest of what follows is cruelty that must be spoken.

He said all the warmth in his heart, his chest was about to ice blockade
the city ...... He slowly opened his eyes and said to He Yu, "But I still can't
accept you. I can't."

He Yu: "You, why are you ......"

"Because I feel guilty, I feel too guilty about myself when I'm with you, I
feel like all the things I've done, all the things we did last night ......
were ...... too immoral, too counter-intuitive. It was all too undeserved to
happen." Xie Qingcheng forced himself to say all these words, "...... Can
you think about what you were doing when I was twenty? I was twenty
and you were only seven. When I first met you, you were so small, you
were simply a child. I was in high school when you were just born ...... The
more I think about it the more ridiculous I think ...... we'd be the laughing
stock of everyone else together, you understand?"

He Yu, however, looked at him with red eyes and shook his head, "I don't
understand."

"......"

"Why should you bother with anyone else when we're both together? I
could care less about anything, I don't care what people say about me."

" He Yu ...... you shouldn't have to suffer that, that feeling of being
constantly talked about is painful, you can't ......"

"I'm not afraid." He Yu said, "And you've been suffering from those things.
From the moment you left the hospital, you've been suffering from that.
And why can't I bear it?"

"......"
"I know you're afraid I'll get hurt in the same way, that people will laugh at
me for liking the men of my uncle's generation ...... but I don't even care
about them! I don't even care what people say about me, because I know
I'm not! I'm just in love with someone and I won't change it no matter
what people say about me."

The boy's look was stubborn and his eyes were so stubborn.

"I don't care about them, I don't care about their eyes their mouths, Xie
Qingcheng, I don't care about anyone in this world, except you."

"......"

The door to Xie Qingcheng's heart is sealing as hard as it can, but He Yu

tries to break in again and again, trying to stop the door to the ice city
from closing before it does, with his flesh and blood.

Xie Qingcheng's heart is even harder to bear.

If I am in hell, will you come too?

Can the coming sea of fire become a river of stars and the mountain of
knives become a forest of fame ......

He closed his eyes and said, "But I care."

He Yu: "......"

"I can't stand messing around with my sister's students."

He Yu wouldn't give up and said like a madman, "If you must care, then I
can drop out of school."

"...... It doesn't help that you dropped out of school, I can't stand being
with a boy who is thirteen years younger than me."

"Then I can find a way to change my ID."

"I can't stand being with your father either - with He Jiwei's son."

He Yu was getting anxious: "Then I - then I -"

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and gently stroked He Yu's head. He did
not let He Yu say the second half of the sentence, Xie Qingcheng knew
that everything he said seemed crazy, but it was true. He said to He Yu, "I
understand your full sincerity, but ...... I'm sorry."

"......"

"This is my final decision."

Xie Qingcheng felt he could no longer face He Yu like this. He put his hand
down and wanted to say something else, but in the end he didn't. He
turned around - and would leave ......

It was also in this moment.

He Yu chased after him and grabbed him from behind.

The hot tears that the young man had been holding back fell on the back
of Xie Qingcheng's neck, on the vermilion mole, for a few seconds, before
slipping away.

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

"......"

"Dr. Tse ......"

"......"

" Xie Qingcheng ......!!!"

"Are you leaving again ......" He Yu's voice held a more than obvious
choke, "Are you leaving me again ......?! "

It was an overcast day, and the light was so faint that it poured through
the heavy window glass without a trace of warmth. The thin, silvery, frosty
light traces the edges of He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's figures, fragile as the
dewy ice on the branches in early spring, which melts at the touch of a
fingertip.
Xie Qingcheng was held tightly from behind, hot behind him, hot behind
his neck, hot from the steaming mist of the kitchen, hot from the boy's
heart, hot from the boy's tears, hot from the cup of sweet pear soup that
the boy had clumsily boiled for him.

His heart could not congeal in such a temperature, wandering like an

ocean, and actually blurring his own vision.

"Don't don't want me OK, Xie Qingcheng ...... you don't want me ......"

"......"

"I can't love anyone else anymore, I've given you my heart, don't you
go ...... Xie Qingcheng ......"

"Don't you go away ......"

Xie Qingcheng wanted to turn around and hug him more than ever.

But he knew better than ever that if he held him today, there would be no
turning back, and that the moment his organs failed and he died, He Yu
would suffer even more than he did now.

The little milk dog on the side of the road chases the human, not
understanding why the human no longer looks at him, why he doesn't
stop again, he breaks his heart and that whimpering sound chisels deep
into the human's heart.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and a tear finally fell from the end of the
Canglong's eye - the last drop of warmth before his heart's city
degenerated into ice and snow.

Tears fell to the ground, unnoticed by He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng said nothing more as he lifted a slightly cool hand and
gently patted He Yu's hand around his waist. Then - still breaking away
from his warmth - he pushed the door open and walked out into the frosty,
cold road.
Never looked back again.

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Chapter 161 - A slow separation

It is difficult to let go of someone.

Since that day, He Yu has been silently chasing after Xie Qingcheng,
wanting to talk to him again.

But Xie Qingcheng had already made up her mind not to have any more
involvement with him.

Leaving a person is like curing a disease; if one's mind wavers, if one's

medicine is ambiguous, if one stops halfway, when the old disease
returns, one will be even sicker than before.

He Yu came to dawdle in his class, and he let him, but he never looked at
him.

He Yu sends him messages and he sees them, but he never replies.

He Yu had finished school and wanted to come and see him in his
dormitory, but Xie Qingcheng closed the door and did not let him come
any closer.

Xie Qingcheng had been monitoring the values on his bracelet from the
software, and although he was no longer in contact with He Yu, he didn't
want him to get sick, so he just stopped paying attention to him, and
didn't force him to stop coming to him. He Yu has a little place to put his
emotions, so his wristband is not quite red, but still orange.

Xie Qingcheng thought, "Take your time, one day, the orange will turn
back to blue.

He Yu could not have waited for him forever.

He began to tidy up the house.

There are some things in the house that do not belong to him, so it is
better to get rid of them as soon as possible. I didn't realise it until I
picked it up, but when I did, I realised how much stuff He Yu had left
behind.

There were several of He Yu's books on the table, and even his homework
books. When I opened them up, I found that He Yu was really serious
about his homework, and his handwriting was so neat and clean that he
almost always got an A+.

He Yu once wanted to go to Disney and invited Xie Qingcheng to join him,

but Xie Qingcheng thought that going to an amusement park was a waste
of time and money. Xie Qingcheng's dormitory.

He Yu was never in the mood to decorate his bedroom in the villa, but he
had to move a lot of things to Xie Qingcheng's place.

The most annoying thing was the game console in the corner of the living
room. When the delivery arrived, Xie Qingcheng thought it had been
delivered by mistake, as he was in a staff dormitory and did not need a
large colour TV.

The delivery man explained that it was a game console.

When Xie Qingcheng read the name of the buyer, he called He Yu with a
sullen face and asked him what he wanted.

He Yu said it was the latest model and could be played for two players, so
it was very relaxing.

Xie Qingcheng never sat down with He Yu in the living room to play any
games.

Xie Qingcheng got rid of them all.

He helped the old man who was collecting the junk to carry them to the
car and when he returned home, he suddenly felt that the house had
become much emptier and could even be called cold.

It's all clean.

After standing in the living room for a while, Xie Qingcheng went into his
bedroom and suddenly found another fish in his bedroom - a blind
Pokémon box on his bedside table, which He Yu had brought along with
him one day at the bookstore and opened to find a small fire dragon
inside. Qingcheng's bedside table.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold? It'll keep you warm."

Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes from the book at that moment: "That's
false."

He Yu smiled and came over, walked behind his chair and put his arm
around his shoulders from behind, "Then I'm real, let me warm you up,
bed warming service, free for a year."

Xie Qingcheng threw the little fire dragon into a rubbish bag and the flame
decoration on Xiao Long's tail was touched off and he lay in the bag, still
smiling like that but as if he was sad.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng eventually picked it up and laid it on the bed, then took the
glue and carefully, glued the flame back on the tail.

June, thunderstorm season.

Huzhou becomes hot and muggy, with frequent thunderstorms in the

afternoons.

He Yu still came to see Xie Qingcheng from time to time at the bottom of
his dormitory building, but for fear of disturbing him, he stayed far away
across the road - he could see Xie Qingcheng's study from there, and Xie
Qingcheng had to prepare his lessons or organize his materials in his
study.

He Yu came to Xie Qingcheng's school usually at nine o'clock and watched

him and stayed with him until eleven o'clock, when he would send a
message to Xie Qingcheng.

"Brother, it's late, stop working and go to bed early."

"Good night."

More accurate than an alarm clock.

Xie Qingcheng thought he was not coming and wanted to open the
window for a cigarette, but before he could reach the window and push
the glass, he saw He Yu standing in the rain with an umbrella.

The two men's eyes met.

Xie Qingcheng had his glasses on and took it all in, because the rain was
so heavy and He Yu was standing in the middle of it and the umbrella
wasn't doing any noticeable good, he still got soaked and stood there
drenched just to make sure Xie Qingcheng had turned off the lights and
gone to bed properly and didn't stay up any longer.

In this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt that He Yu had been right in
saying that he had never known he could be so cruel.

But he had to be so ruthless.

His health was deteriorating and one day he woke up with a coughing fit
and later found blood in the snow-coloured handkerchief covering his
mouth and nose.

He went back to Mayo for a most meticulous medical examination, and

the conclusions reached did not allow him to have any half-hearted
thoughts of optimism.

Xie Qingcheng went home and went through Qin Ciyan's notes, gauging
how long it would take him to get through the rest of them and to do the
tests himself to make up for the information that had been destroyed - he
felt that he still had time, but not a lot of it.

He had to hurry, and he also had to continue working on a cure for Mr.
Qin's daughter.

However -

" Xie Sheng ."

One evening, Xie Qingcheng was reading a book when she received a call
from Qin Rongbei's husband.

The American had studied in Hong Kong and learned Mandarin with an old
Hong Kong accent, so he called Xie Qingcheng not Mr. Xie, but Xie Sheng.
Qin Rongbei was kidnapped by a dark group who tortured her, threatened
her and experimented on her.

Her whole being was ruined by them.

Although Xie Qingcheng decided to return to RN-13 and tested her own
body in an attempt to develop an effective drug to stop Qin Rongbei's
organ atrophy, time was running out and the drug only improved Qin
Rongbei's health to a certain extent, but ultimately it did not have the
desired effect.

Since last year, Qin Rongbei's condition has been worsening, and while
the medicine has been effective in reducing her pain, it has been difficult
to stop her from deteriorating.

When he received the call, Xie Qingcheng was touched and vaguely
alarmed.

On the other end of the line was Qin Rongbei's husband's hoarse, but
trying his best to soothe over his grief: " Xie Sheng, my wife passed away
this morning, very peacefully. Thank you so much for everything you did
for her over the years ......"

The call ended and there was still a buzz within the eardrums.

Xie Qingcheng walks to the balcony and looks out at the drizzle.

The weather was the same as when Qin Ciyan was sent off in Huzhou.

He lit a cigarette and tried to smoke it, but his hand felt like it was frozen
and he couldn't lift it.

He stood numbly for a long time until the smoke burned out.

Qin Rongbei was also a doctor and a scientist, and Xie Qingcheng was
never entirely sure whether she had learned the truth about the First
Emperor from her father. He later tended to think that she did, because
after her accident her husband went through her work notes before she
was tortured into madness and found many research topics related to RN-
13 patients, but after she was arrested, she was tortured and refused to
say anything.
In addition to this, when Qin Rongbei's husband went through her things
afterwards, he found a drawing she had made of the Qin family, herself,
her husband, her daughter, and their brother who had died in a car
accident.

There was also a man whose features she had not drawn in full, standing
next to her father, wearing the same doctor's uniform as her father.

Qin Rongbei used gentle brushstrokes and included the painting in an

album she brought with her from China.

In the footnotes of the album, she has written a few slightly tilted Chinese
characters in pale blue ink: "My family".

Xie Qingcheng once again takes a trembling hand and tries to light
another cigarette.

But this time, I couldn't even rub the lighter.

It was late at night and all around was an invisible darkness.

After Qin Rongbei's death, Xie Qingcheng made a trip to the Huzhou
Mausoleum.

He brought two bouquets of flowers, one of which he placed on the grave

of Chen Man's brother, Chen Lisheng. Chen Man has recovered and has
been under strict control of his parents, who are afraid that he will risk
doing something stupid again and have to send bodyguards to follow him
everywhere he goes.

Xie Qingcheng thought it was a good thing that he didn't want to see Chen
Man in any further danger.

The second bouquet he did not offer.

There were people mourning at Qin Ciyan's grave, and he glanced from
afar to see that some of them were old colleagues from Hu Yi Hospital. So
he turned, holding the snow-coloured bunch of lilies, and walked down the
long steps of the pathway, eventually resting the bunch of white lilies at
the entrance to the cemetery, and just as he was about to leave, a man
picked up the lilies he had left behind.

It's He Yu.

" Xie Qingcheng ."

"......"

"You're going to give him the flowers, aren't you? Wait a minute, I'll go
and put the flowers on his grave for you."

Without waiting for a reply from Xie Qingcheng, He Yu picked up the

bouquet of white flowers, walked up to the statue of Qin Ciyan, placed the
bouquet down solemnly, and then paid three deep homage.

Xie Qingcheng stood in the drizzle and watched him do it all ......

By the time they reached the gate, Xie Qingcheng was already far away
and He Yu could only see his slight back.

I don't know if it was just him, but he felt that Xie Qingcheng was getting
worse and worse lately, he kept seeing him coughing and running to the
Meiyu private hospital - when it was clear that Xie Xue had already been
discharged.

Especially when I saw him today in the cemetery, his face pale in the
sunlight like a thin transparent soul, a sea of silver mist that seemed soon
to be disappearing into thin air.

Xie Qingcheng seems to be living now to finish Qin Ciyan's book, but
otherwise his connection to the world has faded - he no doubt still longs
for the "Duan Wen" Jiang Liping mentioned. "Duan Wen is a mysterious
person, the boss behind a cross-border business, but he is always out of
sight and out of mind, and Zheng Jingfeng's investigation reveals that he
is indeed a fake, even in terms of name and identity documents.

His parents had been dead for nineteen years, and this year's anniversary
would be a full twenty years.

Twenty years have gone by in a flash, and countless people have been
waiting for justice to come to them, even though their hair has turned
white. The killer is still at large, the fallen police officers are still denied a
proper name, and the quest for the forbidden drug RN-13 continues in the
shadows.

Xie Qingcheng has waited for twenty years in a desperate situation.

In the second decade, Qin Rongbei died.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't feel much pain or acceptance anymore, he slowly

becomes extraordinarily calm.

For he knew that he was close to them.

Soon, in no more than a few years, he too will be at their side.

I just wonder, in the end, he had done all he could personally and still
hadn't been able to give them an account, would they be disappointed
with him when they met in the other world?

"Brother, are you coming back to the hostel today?" Another week has
passed, and Xie Qingcheng went to pay his respects to Xie Ping Zhou
Muying with Xie Xue Aunt Li on the weekend of this week.

His parents' mausoleum is not in the same place as Qin Ciyan, but in a
very small cemetery in the west of the city, where commoners are buried.

When we returned from the tomb visit, we went back to Strange Rain
Lane and had a meal at Aunt Li's house, after which Xie Xue asked him
this question.

"If you're going back to the hostel, we'll both take a taxi together and
save money on gas ......"

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer this, he seemed to have something on his

mind.

After helping Aunt Li to collect the dishes, Xie Qingcheng wiped the water
from his hands while raising his eyes and said to Xie Xue, "Xie Xue, come
back inside with me first, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Inside the house.

Xie Xue was slightly disturbed; since she had grown up, Xie Qingcheng
had rarely called her into the house so seriously to sit down and talk to
her.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng poured two cups of tea and sat down, "It's not a big deal,
sit down first."

Xie Xue sat down apprehensively, her buttocks only on one edge of the
stool.

Her brother pushed the hot tea to her, and after a while, finally opened his
mouth, " Xie Xue, you are not young, you can't live with me all the time in
the future."

There was a pause, and it was still slightly awkward for the macho
Shepard to talk to his sister about such things.

Xie Qingcheng is planning for everything that lies ahead, including Xie
Xue's life.

So after a few seconds of silence, he spoke anyway with a tense face,

"...... Want to get a date?"

Xie Xue: "...... huh??"

Xie Qingcheng: "I've found a few for you, all of whom are in good
condition and whose character I've observed. You can arrange a time next
week to meet them if it's okay."

--------------------

Chapter 162 - doggy brother-in-

law
Xie Xue was shocked, not realising that her brother wanted to talk to her
about such things.

"This ...... me ...... I didn't think ......"

"You're already twenty-five this year, you're not young." Xie Qingcheng
said. Xie Qingcheng said, "I have a plan for you, you need to find someone
this year, you need a period of contact and understanding, when you are
26 or 27, you can almost get married. This is the right time, if you are not
satisfied, we can change them slowly, we will not delay until we are over
thirty."

He had carefully calculated that if Xie Xue got married two years later, she
would probably have a child by the third year, so he could help her out a
bit, as mothers are particularly tired during the first two years of life, as
was the case when Zhou Muying had Xie Xue.

After two years of care, she will not have much time left, and the child will
not remember her as an uncle when she leaves, while Xie Xue will have a
life of her own and a new life to live, and the grief of losing a loved one
will eventually be soothed.

It would be great if everything followed this path.

Xie Qingcheng says: "The first boy was an engineer at the Water
Resources Design Institute, standing at 176cm, with a personality -"

Before he could finish his sentence, Xie Xue interrupted him by waving his
hand: "Brother, it's really not necessary, I... I don't like it."

Xie Qingcheng: "Is it the height you're not happy with? I've seen that
young man before, he has a good personality and is sunny looking, it's
okay for you to meet him, just to make friends."

"No, really!"

"Then there's another tall one, 188cm, but it's a doctor, like I used to be,
who works a lot and needs to work night shifts, so I think ......"

"I don't like it either!"

Xie Qingcheng paused and looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows,
"And what are you looking for?"

Xie Xue stiffened for a moment and said, "I ...... I just don't like blind
dates, I don't want one."
Xie Qingcheng sighed: "I don't mean to rush you into marriage, but at
your age, you should have more contact with people. Although dating is
not as romantic, it is a very effective way to meet people. ...... Let's put it
this way, if you really aren't interested in any of the ones I've found for
you, then tell me what you think and I'll try again to find a way to help you
look."

"......" Xie Xue's face turned red, she really didn't dare to talk to her
brother about Wei Dongheng.

It's not that she's a wimp, it's that Wei Dongheng is too much of a
challenge to her brother's boundaries.

Some of the things her brother hates most in boys: dyed hair, perms,
pierced ears, studded sequined clothes, skipping school and bombing the
streets ......

Wei Dongheng has done it all.

And he is also a student of HU.

Although Xie Xue doesn't teach their class and this doesn't qualify as a
teacher-student relationship, how stereotypical is Xie Qingcheng's
thinking? In his mind it must have been promiscuous and uncalled for.

Xie Xue was worried that if she dared to say, "Brother, I'm in a relationship
with Wei Dongheng, we've already talked about getting married." Then
Xie Qingcheng would roll up his sleeves and rip Wei Dongheng's head off.

Xie Xue finally had to say, "Brother, don't worry about my relationship
problems, I'll take care of my own business. You, you have this time to
care about me, you might as well find yourself a new sister-in-law ......"

Xie Qingcheng sank his face and slapped the table: "Mind your own
business, my lord.

"......" Xie Xue whispered, "You should also mind less about children's
affairs ......"

Xie Qingcheng stared at her and was about to give her another stern
reprimand when suddenly her chest choked and she coughed heavily.
When he coughed, his majestic hostility dissipated, and his furrowed brow
smelled wan.

Xie Xue saw him coughing so hard that even his peach blossom eyes were
flushed with a sickly red colour, so she got up and went around to pat his
back and give him water: "Brother, why are you always like this lately? Do
you need to take care of yourself? Have you been to the hospital for a
check-up?"

"Ahem ...... is fine."

"And you're worried about me. I'm only worried about you. If I get married,
who's going to take care of you when you're sick?" Xie Xue was half-
truthful and half-angry, "Look at you, smoking and staying up late, as if
you don't have enough time to spend ...... Seriously, I really want you to
find me a good sister-in-law again, it doesn't need to be good looking, it's
enough to take care of you, to really care for you and love you. This way I
can also rest assured."

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and shook his head.

Xie Xue: "Well, if you really don't want to find one, then I'll stay with you,
why don't you let me stay with you for two more years? Why are you in
such a hurry to marry me off?"

She said, wrapping her arms around Xie Qingcheng's shoulders from
behind and rubbing against her brother like a kitten.

"Brother, don't be anxious for me. I promise you that I will take care of
myself, okay?"

Since Xie Xue had already said that, Xie Qingcheng couldn't rush her any
further and finally sighed and waved her hand to let her go.

Xie Xue did not dare to stay any longer and said that he had some urgent
business to attend to at school, so he ran away first.

It's a case of the kids getting too big to control even if they wanted to.

Xie Qingcheng's heart is filled with worry, but there is nothing he can do
about it.
So he thought about the wording, made a few phone calls and, with
apologies, returned the guys he had contacted earlier, one by one, and
then prepared to go back to school himself.

But as he was sorting through his things, he suddenly realised that Xie
Xue had left her bag behind in her haste, and that the pink kitty's bag was
still hanging on the wall.

"...... how can I trust you to take care of yourself, fucking out of the house
and three years old, even the bag can be forgotten." Xie Qingcheng
coughed and got up, took Xie Xue's bag off, took a taxi and headed for the
staff dormitory at Hu Da.

DING DING DING DING...!

Halfway through the drive, the mobile phone in Xie Xue's bag suddenly
rings.

Since she became a teacher, she has had to contact her students a lot at
work, and in order to separate work and life a bit, she has got two mobile
phones, the one she usually carries with her is the one she uses in her life,
and the one she keeps in her bag is a backup.

Xie Qingcheng took the spare phone out, originally because it was too
annoying to cross out the call.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned when he saw the caller ID.

--

Caller: Baby.

"......" Xie Qingcheng, like most parents who have daughters, is still on the
lookout for these very suspicious calls. He raised his eyebrows, hesitated
for a moment, then finally tapped the green button and picked up his
"baby".

He didn't say a word.

"Baby" spoke first.

"Hello? Xie Xue, I called your other phone, why didn't you answer? Have
you muted it again? Don't mute it every time you come home to see your
brother, it makes it sound like we're immoral."

The voice coming from the phone was that of a young man with a clear
voice and an uninhibited tone.

This "baby" is obviously a fast-talker, and as soon as he gets through he's

ranting and raving.

Xie Qingcheng's face sank with a vague sense of foreboding.

He leaned back in the back of the taxi with his phone and his legs up,
chilling as he listened to the idiot on his phone blabbering away
obliviously.

"You say your brother is also really, it's the 21st century, what's wrong
with having a sister and brother relationship? Last time you probed him,
he was so reluctant ...... alas, forget about it, where are you? I'll pick you
up, right?"

Xie Qingcheng still didn't answer, and the diamond pure idiot just kept on
fooling around.

"You see it's so late today, you should not go back to the dormitory, go up
to my flat to stay, by the way, I tell you, the day before yesterday we
bought online sex toys arrived, you can still come back today to try ......"

"......"

By this point in the conversation, the older brother's face was no longer
sunken; his face was simply beyond earthly words to describe.

What did he hear?

......

What is all this and what is it?

What the fuck - who is this? What kind of animal son of a bitch is this?!!!

What supplies did you buy?

Xie Qingcheng's heart was trembling, his eyes were blackening, and his
knuckles were clenching and clacking. He was like a young father who
found out that his child had not only failed the exam, but had also
imitated his signature on the exam paper, and was trying to get away with
it by using fancy words, and he wanted to call Xie Xue over and kick her to
the ground and beat her with a whip.

...... This is fucking ridiculous too!!!

Xie Qingcheng leaned back in the back seat, suppressing the urge to
cough again, grimacing and gritting his back teeth for a while, raising his
hand to his forehead, but still not saying anything.

Gradually, the idiot on the other end of the phone felt that something was
wrong too.

"?"

Wei Dongheng started shouting, "Hello? Xie Xue? Why don't you say
anything? ...... Hello? Is something wrong? ...... Hello? Xie Xue, don't scare
me, say something?"

After a long time, Xie Qingcheng finally spoke up.

His voice is colder than the winter, and he can make Wei Dongheng's liver
tremble.

"--what the fuck are you, you son of a bitch." Xie Qingcheng's voice was so
stern that each word seemed to be spat out between his teeth, "...... is full
of filthy words, you're looking for death here!"

Wei Dongheng still didn't react: "Huh? Who are you? I'm looking for Xie
Xue, not you! You give her the phone."

Xie Qingcheng said morosely, "...... to your mother, I'm her brother!"

Wei Dongheng: "???"

Wei Dongheng: "!!!"

Wei Dongheng: "......"

Doodle doo ......

The phone hung up quickly.

Xie Qingcheng cursed angrily and slammed the phone down straight
away!

He immediately dialed Xie Xue's number, but Xie Xue didn't answer, so
Xie Qingcheng cursed and called the "baby" number from his own mobile
phone, but the "baby" didn't answer either.

The angry brother simply dialed Zheng Jingfeng's number.

"Go and pull this bugger's ID information and tell me!"

Zheng Jingfeng laughed out loud after hearing the circumstances, and
pacified Xie Qingcheng: " Little Xie, if I may say so, this is your fault, your
sister is in love, this is normal, you should not interfere too much."

"Normal what?" Xie Qingcheng, not comfortable saying much in the taxi,
said with a black face, "...... She does that shameless thing with people!
She a little girl!"

"It's 2022, it's normal to have sex when you're dating, Xie Qingcheng, you
need to wake up and be more open-minded, you need to talk to your
sister about this and make sure she takes safety measures." Mr. Zheng
said in a serious manner.

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he was about to jump out of the car:
"What am I enlightened about? I dare say it's not your daughter!"

"Gee, I just see Xiao Xue as my goddaughter ......" Zheng Jingfeng is still
cheerful, "It's good, it's good to have passion, it's good to be young ......"

Xie Qingcheng cursed your mother and hung up the phone.

Turn around and call Chen Man.

Chen Man: "Ah? Checking the ID information of this number? Yes, but it's
against the rules. Brother, is there something urgent you need to do?"
Xie Qingcheng thought about it, but Chen Man and Zheng Jingfeng were
different after all. He could scold Zheng Jingfeng about Xie Xue's
relationship, but it would be inappropriate to talk to Chen Man.

So in the end, he couldn't come up with a suitable reason and hung up the
phone.

He moved the contact to He Yu's number.

He knew that if he called He Yu, He Yu would be able to tell him what he

wanted to know without asking for any reason.

But ......

Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he threw his mobile phone to the
side...

Or forget it.

The driver glanced at him in the rear view mirror and asked smartly,
"Brother, your sister has a boyfriend and you don't like it, do you?"

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to touch his cigarette case: "...... She's so
unlikeable!"

"Haha, if you ask me, you shouldn't be too nervous. I've seen this kind of
thing a lot when I'm hustling. The more the parents object, the more the
children become attached to each other, and if the parents don't care,
hey, the thing blows up. Besides, you can think about when you were
younger." The driver will be very heart to heart, "who all have the hot
blood youth of that period of time, in love with a sincere, do some
things ...... is not understandable. The key is still to let your girl learn to
protect herself."

Xie Qingcheng doesn't even want to talk anymore.

Hot-blooded youth ...... He was hot-blooded and youthful again back then,
but he had never done anything so outrageous!

When he and Li Ruoqiu were dating, he only held her hand and did not
even initiate a kiss, and the substantive act did not take place until the
wedding night.
He was certainly in a position to feel that Xie Xue was doing a very...

In the middle of the thought, He Yu's face suddenly appeared in front of

me.

There seems to be another voice laughing at him, yes, you and Li Ruoqiu
did not have any premarital sex, but what about you and that He Yu?

He Yu's diploma hasn't even been stamped yet, and you're fooling around
with other male students, doing that kind of thing in the newlywed bed, in
the open car park, in their homes, in the school bathroom, in the school
fitting room.

Think about it yourself, how can you have the face to lecture your sister?

Xie Qingcheng felt disillusioned, holding his forehead, anxious and tired,
even angry and a little aggravated. What had he done wrong? Why did Xie
Xue have to hide such an important matter from him!

His eyes were red, his forehead covered, and he let the driver drive there
while being a big brother to him.

At that moment, his mobile phone rang again.

A look at -

It's the "baby" number that's calling.

Xie Qingcheng's hands were shaking with anger, thinking that this "baby"
had some courage and dared to call him.

"Hello." The tone was even more morose than before, with a touch of
mute.

Baby spoke up, "...... Thank you Professor."

"You have something to fucking say." Xie Qingcheng Every word felt like a
saw down.

Baby said, "You, you must not go and scold Xie Xue, let me tell you all
about it."
"What's it to you if I scold her? Who the fuck are you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

The little baby had a showdown, and it was clear to hear his unease that
Mr. Wei's reputation was so bad that he was ashamed to announce
himself: "Hello Professor ...... you ......... ...I ...... am Wei Dongheng ."

"............" Xie Qingcheng almost didn't pass out straight away.

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

He Yu: Can I help Xie Xue get rid of Xie Qingcheng now and win Xie Xue's
help in the future?

Xie Xue: Can I win my brother's approval of Wei Dongheng in the future if I
help him get rid of He Yu now?

Xie Qingcheng: I don't care about either of you. Only Chen Man seems to
be the most human now.

He Yu: Chen Man, how long can you keep reasoning with a self-sacrificing
psychopath like Xie Qingcheng?

Chen Man ： ......... can't hold on much longer.

He Yu: I knew it, come on, let's suck!

Chen Man ： ...... Then I'd better hang on a little longer.

Wei Dongheng: In fact, I think I'm the only one among the juniors who will
not let Xie Qingcheng down in the end. Because I'm a straight man of
steel, just like him.

He Yu: You're wrong, he's not anymore.

Wei Dongheng :?
Chapter 163 - Pissed off until you
faint
After Xie Qingcheng received the call from Wei Dongheng, he arrived at
his destination. He wanted to go to Xie Xue and ask for clarification, but
he had no energy left in his body, so he went back to the dormitory and
sat there for a long time.

He felt that Xie Xue was really not giving him a hard time.

After the initial shock and anger, all that was left in his heart was sadness.

Xie Xue What is this?

He only had five fucking years to live, which he thought was enough time
to give Xie Xue a good deal, but who knew she could be so capricious
when it came to relationship matters!

Who's that?

That boy is the precious grandfather of the Wei Dongheng Wei family!

Wei Dongheng is a bad and badly behaved man, who at the age of eight,
drinks, skips school at ten, and almost serves time in juvenile detention.

"I hate Wei Dongheng!"

"When I grow up and make a lot of money, I'll hire a bunch of gangsters to
beat him up!"

"Brother! Wei Dongheng bullied me ooooooooooooooooooo ...... wow!"

When Xie Xue was growing up, the complaints about Wei Dongheng were
still fresh in his ears, and Xie Qingcheng can even remember the time
when Xie Xue was publicly coaxed by Wei Dongheng's gang of punks, and
he was so angry that he ran home and cried in his arms. Without saying a
word, he rushed to Wei Dongheng School.

"You mess with her again, and I'll twist your finger off! I don't give a fuck
who your mum and dad are!"
Xie Xue was looking on, Wei Dongheng's followers were all crying and
screaming from Xie Qingcheng, and Wei Dongheng, a high school student,
had been beaten to death, but he still put his hands in his trouser pockets
and leaned lazily against the white tiled wall, raising his chin, which was
swollen from the beating. "What's the matter, you're being unreasonable,
did I hit her? Is your sister a delicate flower? I didn't even bother to look at
her, my friend was joking with her, and you want me to blame her for
that?"

There is a faint smell of tobacco on the boy's breath, not too heavy, but so
overtly rebellious that it is a sign that he has just committed an act of
indiscipline.

Wei Dongheng pulled out a cold smile, "Doctor Xie, do you think I am He
Yu? He does whatever you say, I'm not as much of a dog as he is, at your
mercy."

When he tilts his head, Xie Qingcheng can see the five piercings around
his earlobes, two of which are even in his ear bones -

This is a teenager who, even if he is in pain, will openly break discipline

and disregard the rules.

How did the two of them get together?

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that the nerves in the corners of his forehead
popped out, he lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck in
annoyance, then let it go and paced back and forth in the dormitory.

After a few cigarettes, I finally calmed down a little.

The brother picked up his mobile phone and dialled Xie Xue's number.

This time it was answered, "Hello? Brother, I was in the shower, I didn't
hear the call, what's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, "You left your spare phone at home."

"Oops! ...... really oops! What about ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "I brought it to you, it's here with me, I'm in the Shanghai
Medical Department now."
He was amazed that he had managed to hold his fire and answer her
question before taking a deep breath at her shouted "I'll come and get it
then" reply...

" Xie Xue, there's something I need to ask you."

"Ohhhh, say it."

"When did you and Wei Dongheng get together."

"We've been ...... talking for a long time," Xie Xue said, but not in her
head, halfway through, before realizing something was wrong and
stopping her unspoken confession with a crunch, her voice on the other
end of the phone finally taking on a hollow-eared, discernible trepidation.

"Brother ...... not ...... how do you ...... how do you ...... "

"How would I know that?" Xie Qingcheng said coldly, his discipline towards
his sister had always been harsh, when his temper came up, he was
condescending, unquestionable, even dictatorial, "You don't care how I
know. You break up with him right now."

"No!"

Xie Qingcheng is now lighting another cigarette, the steel lighter burning
and going out in his hand, and he almost burns his hand when he is struck
by the words.

His eyes widened slightly, thinking he had heard wrong.

It's not as if he's never been rebelled against by the younger members of
his family, and he's even suffered some losses in the past, but Xie Xue is
different, and it's not often that she dares to say no to him, almost like it's
the first time she's ever done so.

He couldn't help but cough lightly and ask again, "What did you say?"

"I ...... I said no. I don't want to break up with him. I like him."

"......" Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and simply threw the lighter to the
side, he still had the unlit cigarette between his fingers, his years of
holding a pen had resulted in a thin callus on the first knuckle of his index
finger, which fumbled with the cigarette filter. He took a deep breath, but
found himself unable to suppress his anger, abruptly opening his cold
peach blossom eyes and scolding in a low voice, " Xie Xue, are you out of
your mind? You like him? Why don't you just say you want to be gay! Who
do you like but a sissy? Look at him, he looks like he's standing up and
sitting down with more ear piercings than a woman! You like him? You're
out of your mind! You like him! Who's the one who's been telling me he's
a piece of shit since I was a kid? What's the matter with you? Do you want
me to introduce you to an eye specialist? Don't you know what kind of
person he is? Have you ever thought about your future with him? This
man will sooner or later put himself in jail, so what are you going to do,
serve him dinner or go in with him and be a pair of females and males?
You're crazy!"

Xie Xue's eardrums almost perforated as he listened to his brother's long,

lyrical poems, delivered in the heat of passion.

Covering his ears and barely surviving the barrage of reprimands, Xie Xue,
who was used to spitting in his brother's face since childhood, had the
good sense to filter out all of his brother's insults.

Then she shrank back and Xiaoxiao said, "But brother, I'm in my twenties,
I have my own ideas."

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage. He raised

his hand and rubbed his temples furiously, fearing that he would pass
away before he could catch his breath.

After all he had said, he had actually punched the cotton.

Xie Xue knew him too well, and after more than twenty years together she
knew that there was no way she could get away with confronting her
angry brother, so she reflexively chose to be soft and pliant.

"And brother, Wei Dongheng has really changed a lot now, you guys
haven't had contact with him, you don't know that he's actually not a bad
person, straightforward, very simple, and a bit silly ...... he ...... he was a
kid bullied me, actually all to get my attention ...... he has never had a
girlfriend either ......"

When Xie Xue saw that the situation was untenable, he had to explain to
Xie Qingcheng in a painful manner.
"I met with his friends and they all laughed at him, saying that he was
watching Meteor Garden at that time, he liked Dao Mingsi, his brain was
so stupid that he always took after the F4 and thought that to attract the
attention of the girl he liked, he had to dye his hair to bully her ...... I only
found out about it later ......"

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to hear it at all: "He can't even learn F40, so
break up when he tells you to!"

"......"

" Xie Xue, I'm telling you, come to your senses! He's not right for you, you
have to listen to me on this, everyone else is fine but him!"

"...... not ah, brother, you really ...... you really should not be prejudiced
against him ......" Xie Xue are on the verge of tears, "Although I am your
sister, I am also an independent woman who is already working and has
her own ideas, I believe I am accurate in reading people, I have been
dating him for a long time, so you can't-"

"Don't come and talk to me about this nonsense, I'm asking you to break
up with him because I'm responsible for you and for your own good." Xie
Qingcheng said in a stern voice, "This is the end of the child's game, you
go and break up with me now!"

Xie Xue is really crying: "Do not ...... I like him for so many years, so easy
to pluck up the courage to confess with him, which only learned the
original he also always liked me, just do not dare to say with me, we ......
we just want to be together ......"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were dizzy and his chest was clogged. His elder
brother was like a father, and he and Xie Xue had become independent at
an early age, so he could feel the anger and anger that a father can feel
when he is faced with a son-in-law who is not as good as he wants to be.
With his blood pressure soaring, he barely caught the key phrase "muster
up the courage to confess your love to him" in a slight ringing in his ears,
and Xie Qingcheng wanted to die.

Finally, I couldn't restrain myself from cursing, "Or did you confess to him?
You're a bitch, aren't you?"

"......"
The words were so heavy that even though Xie Xue had a good temper,
she was silent for a moment.

Xie Qingcheng sat down on the sofa chair and went back to rubbing the
back of his neck, after a while, finally the slow and hateful straight man
realised that he might have hurt someone too much.

"You ......"

"I ...... don't want to talk to you anymore." Xie Xue's last voice was soft
and still sounded a little sad through the signal current.

"Brother ...... I know you're good to me, but you talk about me like
this ...... I really ...... I really... ..." she said, choking up completely at the
end.

Before Xie Qingcheng could say her apologies, she had already closed the
line.

There was only a long busy signal on the phone.

"......" Xie Qingcheng sat in a daze for a while amidst the scattered beads
of busy signals, finally throwing the phone away and raising his hand to
cover his eyes, his whole body sinking into the dim light of the floor lamp,
not moving again for a long time.

For the next few days, Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng had nothing to say.

Xie Xue came to Xie Qingcheng's dormitory once. Xie Qingcheng had the
traditional elder problem, even if he felt guilty, he would not take the
initiative to ignore the younger generation after a fight. When Xie Xue
gave him a few quiet glances, Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the sofa with
his eyes closed and didn't say anything.

Xie Xue had to take the spare phone and leave.

Perhaps because he was so upset and worried, Xie Qingcheng's health

deteriorated again after the incident.

He is so worried that sometimes he even forgets to take his medication.

Of course, in addition to Xie Xue, he also had to divide his attention
between He Yu, whose wristband monitor he checked periodically. He
wishes he could see a normal value for once, but every time he does, he
sees a dangerous orange light.

He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that He Yu kept his
emotions in check and didn't spiral into the red and add another fire to his
already burnt out life.

But He Yu just couldn't let him go.

He would still come to Xie Qingcheng's class and stand on the floor of Xie
Qingcheng's dormitory, and he would silently come and watch over him
whenever he could. Xie Qingcheng ignored him, but he managed to hold
on for so long.

Xie Qingcheng's heart was filled with hatred for Xie Xue and He Yu, but
why do these young people never turn back until they hit the wall?

In his anxiety, he naturally forgot to take his medicine again.

When sickness and distress accumulate to a certain level, one is bound to

collapse. On this particular day, Xie Qingcheng was halfway through a
lecture when he suddenly became dizzy and tried to hold on for a while,
but in the end he couldn't. He raised his hand to write the last few lines of
the board, and just as he turned around, his vision became dizzy, followed
by an inversion of heaven and earth.

"Professor ......?!"

"Professor Tse! What's wrong with you?"

" Xie Qingcheng!"

In a blur, Xie Qingcheng saw He Yu, who was sitting in the last row of his
classroom, and immediately got up and grabbed him.

He Yu is more anxious than all the students in the class - or rather, he

doesn't care if anyone notices the affection in his eyes for Xie Qingcheng,
and he doesn't care if others think his strong reaction to the teacher's
coma is strange.
Xie Qingcheng tried to avoid him, but the last thing he remembered was
that He Yu had pushed aside the medical students around the podium and
put his head on his shoulder in a classroom hug.

"Where is your school infirmary?"

His ears were buzzing, and he could faintly hear He Yu's voice and the
students' boisterous directions.

But he is completely unconscious.

When He Yu saw him like this, he was so anxious that he was just holding
him, but now he just carried him across the room and ran outside. When
he did this, two girls in Xie Qingcheng's class had their heads lit up.

Everyone thought that He Yu had come to the school next door to take
classes because he had a crush on a pretty girl in Xie Qingcheng's class,
but after all this time, he hadn't confessed his love for any girl.

"My roommate fainted last time she was unwell from a miscarriage and
her boyfriend wasn't even that anxious ......" a girl whispered and
muttered to her tablemate, "Why do I get the feeling that He Yu and
Professor Xie aren't quite right ah ......"

Her tablemate also nodded thoughtfully, "It's too intense, and he looks at
him a little ...... in that way."

She didn't go on, glancing at her tablemate, both of whom nodded

triumphantly.

They actually remembered the same thing in unison -

Xie Qingcheng is a person who rarely posts to his friends unless there is
some work-related content on his public website that needs to be
reposted, or if he feels he needs to remind people of something.

One morning, however, students woke up to find Professor Xie's bizarre

friend circle.

Xie Qingcheng: I've been waking up dry every day lately, so you guys
should take care of that too.
The students exploded, and screenshots were circulated in various
groups, but no one dared to like them, let alone ask about them, as
everyone thought Xie Qingcheng had split the wrong group and posted
the private life group on the public list.

In fact, Xie Qingcheng's status received only one like and one comment.
Not only did the students not dare to reply, but even Xie Xue and Chen
Man, who were also full of inner activities, did not dare to touch this status
because they thought the circle of friends was too abnormal. The only
person who liked it was He Yu, and the only person who commented on it
was a counter guy that Xie Xue had added when she was buying skincare
products for her.

Cabinet: What a shame, I thought you were 1.

Xie Qingcheng: ?

It wasn't until a few days later that Xie Qingcheng posted another
recommendation for a humidifier brand that students realised it was the
'dryness' of dry skin.

So people went to that previous status of his and left comments.

"Hahahahahaha yeah professor, it's been a bit dry lately."

"I wake up with a dry sore throat every day too."

But when they saw He Yu running to the infirmary with Professor Xie in his
arms, the two female students began to wonder whether the word "dry"
was pronounced with the first sound of "dry" or the fourth sound
of .......... ...

Inside the school infirmary.

He Yu said anxiously, "Is anyone there? Professor Xie has passed out!"

The school nurse hurried out, "Here we are, here we are, quick, take the
man to bed. I'll check him out."

He Yu immediately responded and carefully carried Xie Qingcheng into the

ward cubicle and gently lowered him onto the bed.
The school nurse said to He Yu, "Give me a hand" as she prepared the test
kit.

"What do I need to do?"

"Please go and take his coat off."

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The author has something to say.

Xie Qingcheng's speech was too hurtful in the end after he got angry ......
well ......

Chapter 164 - Pissed her off

He Yu dared not hesitate, and immediately reached out and unbuttoned
Xie Qingcheng's coat to take it off, just as the school nurse had told him to
do.

However, the buckle was halfway loosened when Xie Qingcheng, in a

daze, subconsciously whimpered, frowning and murmuring, "......
Don't ...... don't... ..."

Even with his eyes closed, He Yu could still see the look of resistance on
his face.

He Yu's heart ached as he whispered, "It's okay, brother, I'm just treating
you, don't be afraid."

Xie Qingcheng's handsome face was bloodless, his dark brows still
furrowed, his fingers moving slightly, as if he was subconsciously trying to
clutch his sleeve.

The more He Yu saw him like this, the more his heart cut like a knife and
he wanted to slap himself. He thought, before Xie Qingcheng said after
the clubhouse he always woke up with nightmares of nausea, has it ......
not changed by now is it ......

He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch Xie Qingcheng's cold face.

"Brother ...... don't be afraid ...... I won't treat you ...... again."
The school nurse suddenly came in from outside the partition curtain.

"Classmate? Why haven't you taken off your clothes by now?" He waved
He Yu away impatiently, "I'll do it."

The school nurse was very quick to loosen Xie Qingcheng's jacket and
take a stethoscope to examine him.

In the middle of the hearing, the school doctor's eyes suddenly fell on Xie
Qingcheng's wrist: "Hmm? What's wrong with his hand?"

He Yu immediately snapped back to attention and stepped forward to take

a look.

A faint monogram mark on Xie Qingcheng's wrist.

Other than that, there are no other traces.

He Yu: "It's a tattoo."

School doctor: "Tsk, I can't believe that Professor Xie is so serious and has
a tattoo on his wrist, he's quite sultry."

He Yu: "........."

It was a busy time, with more fluids and prescriptions.

More than half an hour later.

Xie Qingcheng finally woke up slowly.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he was lying in a hospital bed in
the school infirmary, as his eyes were white.

He Yu is sitting next to him.

The infirmary at the Shanghai Medical Department was large and divided
into cubicles. There was no one else in their room and He Yu just held his
hand so that the one he was giving an infusion to wouldn't be so cold.

" Xie Qingcheng ."

He Yu saw that he was awake and rushed to call him.

Xie Qingcheng blinked and his first thought was that his jacket had been
taken off.

His heart stuttered and he immediately looked at his wrist -

Thankfully, he was relieved - it had been quite a while since his last
treatment and there were no longer any strangulation marks on his wrists.

He has a disease that is slowly declining in his body functions and the
school infirmary will certainly not be able to check anything.

Sure enough, He Yu said to him, "The school nurse said you should be
hypoglycemic ...... Brother, haven't you eaten properly in the past few
days?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng sat up, dropping her eyes and pulling her hand out of
He Yu's palm.

His palms were warm.

There is still a residual temperature belonging to He Yu.

"...... I'm fine. Have you ...... been here?"

"Hmm."

"...... Ahem, then you'd better hurry back to your own school." Xie
Qingcheng flexed his fingers and gripped them gently, as if to hold
something invisible, then he coughed, "It's not appropriate for you to be
seen following me like this all the time."

He Yu said, "But they saw what they should have seen, and I was the one
who carried you to the infirmary."

"......"

"How can I not care if you fall off the podium ...... You don't have to worry
too much, if you see it, you see it, nothing will come to mind otherwise."
He Yu said here, paused for a moment, muffled, "And what's the point of
thinking about it. It doesn't mean anything either."
In fact, He Yu's performance at that time was really obvious. There were
so many boys in the class, and they were all from Shanghai Medical
School, but which one of them was as nervous as He Yu, the one who
dabbled in the class?

Of course, even if such things are suspicious, as He Yu said, who can say
anything without evidence? At most, He Yu will be awarded a certificate
for his courage and respect for teachers.

Xie Qingcheng sighed and leaned back on the bed very tiredly.

He was so devastated these days that he had little strength, and when He
Yu would not go, he closed his eyes and rested himself.

He Yu said, "I've bought you red bean porridge with honey, will you drink
some?"

Xie Qingcheng tilted his face away slightly, he didn't drink.

He Yu then put down his disposable bowl and bowed his head.

"......" Xie Qingcheng's heart didn't feel good in the face of such a
scenario. He Yu had also lost a lot of weight in the past few days and the
monitoring ring on his wrist was almost always orange and hadn't gone
down. He was not sure how to make He Yu feel relieved, even though he
could see it in his eyes.

He Yu's affair, Xie Xue's affair, it is impossible to say which weighs more
heavily on his heart.

The pressure in the ward was low for a long time, but fortunately He Yu
was still so young, so fond of the man in front of him, and he still had the
fire in his heart to cheer himself up a little. So after a while, He Yu picked
himself up again and took the initiative to find something that Xie
Qingcheng would want to talk about and said it again.

"That ...... brother, Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng the two of them are
dating ...... I also know about it."

Xie Qingcheng did move slightly and looked at him sideways.

After another moment, it opened, "How do you know that?"

"People in this circle are saying that Wei Dongheng has had a showdown
with their family." When He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng was finally paying
attention to him, there was a glint in his eyes again.

Xie Qingcheng was instantly angry again, "He still dares to show his cards,
he's this ...... cough cough ......"

He Yu immediately went up to pat him on the back.

"You should not be in such a hurry. There's nothing you can do about this
matter in a hurry."

Xie Qingcheng coughed up and glared at him, "She's not your sister, of
course you're not in a hurry."

"Why not? What you care about, I care about too." He Yu said. He Yu said,
and also got up to pour Xie Qingcheng a cup of hot water, and advised,
"but these days, in love, are free, if she must be with Wei Dongheng, you
can not do anything, people later to get a certificate, but also a legal
couple, protected by law, so what can you do? "

He Yu rubbed Xie Qingcheng's back, soothing him and coaxing him.

"Brother, you'd better take it easy, it's not good for you ......"

Xie Qingcheng vaguely felt wrong, according to reason He Yu and Xie Xue
since childhood, should know that Xie Xue mouth very hate Wei
Dongheng, then he saw the two of them together, should be a little
unacceptable, but He Yu looked very calm. Xie Qingcheng slowly frowned:
"...... How ...... do you ...... seem to have known about it?"

"......"

" Did Xie Xue talk to you?"

"No." He Yu immediately said, "I swear."

Xie Qingcheng is still in doubt.

He Yu couldn't tell Xie Qingcheng about his previous crush on Xie Xue, so
he said, "...... I actually saw it myself, people have light in their eyes when
they like another person, they can't hide it."

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth: "What does she like about him? What's so
great about that Wei Dongheng? Embroidered pillow and rotten straw ......
What kind of eyes is she looking at, of all the men in the world, she found
such a guy!"

"Well, look at you, just say it, why are you angry again." He Yu went on to
coax him.

"Don't be angry, it doesn't matter if you are angry. And people can't be
seen, maybe ...... Wei Dongheng is really has some merits that others
can't notice, brother, you can try to trust Xie Xue, or find a chance to have
a good chat with her about this matter. Don't ever sulk and not eat or take
care of yourself like that again, okay?"

"......"

Seeing Xie Qingcheng's silence, He Yu tries to pass him the porridge

again.

"Come on, don't think too much, have a little something to drink first."

Xie Qingcheng: "You can leave it there."

He Yu wanted to say something more to him, but Xie Qingcheng said

stiffly, "Go out."

"Brother ......"

"You should have class later, it's the end of the semester, so go to your
classes."

When he said this, He Yu reluctantly but reluctantly remembered that he

did have a class, and a very important quiz class at that. He looked at his
phone and it was about time.

He had no choice but to say, "Then I ...... will go over there first, and I'll
come back for you later. Okay?"

"No need." Xie Qingcheng said.

He looked up at He Yu's visibly slimmer face.

There is a process of healing, going through the worst of it and then

getting better. He knows it is difficult for He Yu to digest his rejection now,
but it is a stage He Yu has to go through.

Xie Qingcheng said, "If I can't handle Xie Xue, I have to handle He Yu.

So he said, "Let's go. And don't come to my class so often in the future,
you're not a medical student and there's no point in doing that."

He Yu was silent again and looked at him with almond eyes, which were
slightly red.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know how many times he had made him cry, but he
sighed inwardly, saying that men don't shed tears lightly.

He turned his gaze away, was quiet for a moment, and said, "Go on."

"Brother ......"

Xie Qingcheng didn't look at him: "I'm going to rest."

The withdrawal process is a long one, but it can always be over.

But He Yu did not know that he could still shed tears in front of Xie
Qingcheng, while Xie Qingcheng could not show half an inch of reluctance
in front of him.

This man is bound by countless invisible burdens and shackles, and in the
end, he no longer even has the right to reveal his true heart.

Xie Qingcheng lay back down, pulled the covers up and closed his eyes.

He touched his wrist under the covers, fortunately this time ...... he didn't
let He Yu find out ......

Inside a hotel in Huzhou.

Lv Zhishu sits on the terrace, looking out over the murky, gushing
Huangpu River in front of her, waiting for the hotel waiter to set the
breakfast table. She had just finished a business deal yesterday and had
stayed with her guests until midnight, then diligently drove them to the
airport, so she was tired and did not go home, letting the driver drive her
to the hotel by the Bund.

She was just getting up now, draped in her bathrobe, sleepily breathing in
the city air.

As she sat down to have breakfast, Lu suddenly remembered that there

was a message from last night that she hadn't returned - it came from the
private detective she had hired.

Lv Zhishu didn't intend to find someone to follow He Yu at first, but she

couldn't find out who the bitch was that had seduced him, so she finally
found a detective to find out. But she tells the detective to be careful, to
stay away, to take as long as possible, to get nothing, and to never let He
Yu know.

"Also, my son is a hacker, so don't even think about using your kind of so-
called high-tech surveillance equipment on him, and all things are better
with caution."

The private investigator responded and therefore took longer than usual
to investigate the matter.

Lv Zhishu was not available to answer last night, but today I suddenly
remembered the matter and called him back immediately.

"Hello." She asked the person on the other end of the phone with her
arms crossed, "Is there any news?"

"Yes Chief Lu." For some reason, the private detective's voice sounded
tinged with hesitation, "That person ...... we have completely confirmed."

Lv Zhishu rose with a start, "Who is it?"

Private Investigator: "I ...... I've put together some information, or I'd
better email it to you."

Lv Zhishu hung up the phone and got his laptop out and opened it, and a
few minutes later an email with an attachment came through. Lv Zhishu's
fat, stubby fingers clicked the mouse, downloaded, unzipped, opened
and ......

"Slap!"

The cup of tea that Lv Zhishu was carrying to keep the shock at bay fell
out of his hand and onto the floor, smashing it to pieces.

Her whole face went white and she couldn't believe what she was seeing -

The private detective has compiled some photos and several videos,
starting with the earliest one recorded by a netizen in a bar on a short
video app, which didn't get many hits, but was still picked up by the
detective. The video shows a young boy straddling another man, holding
the man down on the bar and kissing him, surrounded by sounds of uproar
and shouts of approval.

The boy's hand deliberately covered the man's face, so Lv Zhishu couldn't
see who the man was, but the boy was handsome and beautiful, if not He
Yu.

The detective marked the video as having been shot last autumn, before
the filming of The Trial.

Further down the page are several photographs.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are seen looking at each other in front of the
Grand Theatre. In front of a restaurant, He Yu is seen with his arm around
Xie Qingcheng's waist. He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are sitting side by side in
the playground of Shanghai University, having lunch. There is also a
picture of Xie Qingcheng in the corridor of the Shanghai Medical
Department, who seems to have fainted because he is not feeling well,
and He Yu is carrying him to the infirmary with an anxious face.

Turn again ......

It's a video.

In the school washroom, the closed door became the player, striking a
primitive beat as if from the Garden of Eden, she could not see the person
inside but could hear the voice inside, which clearly belonged to He Yu.
But no one else could be heard moving ......
Scroll down further -

Lv Zhishu's brain buzzed and his blood ran cold.

This survey video makes it very clear.

It was in some open car park, the big Cullinan was parked, the number
plate was the same one she was familiar with. From the angle of the
hidden camera, the door of the Cullinan was left open and He Yu was in
the back seat of the car with a man in his ear, unaware that anyone was
secretly filming them through the wind and rain, completely absorbed in
their world. He Yu realises he has left the door open, gets up and slams
the back door of Cullinan's car shut.

This is the end of the investigation, as it should be.

But private investigators often need to film the contents of their cars, and
despite the peep-proof film on He Yu's car, the special lens device used by
the detective cannot be stopped.

The image is only darker and the contents of the car window can still be
captured by him.

Then Lv Zhishu, with a pale face, saw He Yu change his position and lean
back in his chair, while the man who had been lying on the seat got up,
head bowed, eyelashes hanging, face red, eyebrows arrogant, hand
raised, long fingers taking hold of He Yu's tie.

The tie was like a leash of mundane desire, and the man drew He Yu
closer, whispering something, before their faces slowly moved closer
together in a movement that revealed a confused and confused look on
each other's faces, before finally kissing each other in a lingering kiss.

And the person who holds He Yu's tie and controls it all ...... turns out to
be ......

Professor at Shanghai Medical School, brother of Xie Xue ......

He Yu's, former personal physician ......

Xie Qingcheng !!!

How could ...... how could it be him? How did they ...... they ......

Lv Zhishu was struck by lightning, she simply couldn't believe it, but the
evidence of the detective's investigation was plainly laid out before her.
And with it rolled back into her mind the shattered suspicions of the
previous -

She found out that He Yu had been at HU to buy a flat and the
surveillance showed that he had not seen any women that day, only Xie
Qingcheng alone.

During the trial, He Yu suddenly and without reason asked for a change of
room, which was next to Xie Qingcheng's room.

And she opened the door of the big Cullinan's car and found the half used
and thrown away durex inside ......

She was wondering why He Yu was so careless, wasn't he worried that Xie
Xue was pregnant? Now she finally understood that He Yu didn't have to
worry at all because it wasn't a girl in the car with him at all, it was ......
but Xie Qingcheng ...... a man!

Lv Zhishu's body was shaking as she stared at the image of Xie

Qingcheng, his brow furrowed and his lips bitten in reticence, while He Yu
kissed him over and over again, and although their voices could not be
heard, even a fool could see that He Yu was calling Xie Qingcheng's name
with great affection.

This ...... this is simply ......

Crazy ...... is crazy!!!

Lv Zhishu didn't dare delay any longer, she found her spare one, replaced
the special communication card and dialed one of the numbers.

The phone is connected.

Duan Wen's voice came out from inside, "Hello."

"Hey, Chief Duan." Lv Zhishu swallowed nervously and said, "There's

something I've just found out and I need to brief you ......"

--------------------
Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

God: Today one of us will discover a big secret.

He Yu: Am I going to find out about the wound on Xie Qingcheng's hand?

Xie Qingcheng: Am I going to find out that He Yu used to like Xie Xue?

God: Ladies first.

Xie Xue: Am I to find out that my brother and He Yu are having an affair?

God: elders first.

Xie Xue: ...... Oh. It's me who's going to be forced to watch my son and his
personal doctor's Cullinan driving experience.a/vi! (rolls eyes)

Chapter 165 - Just one more to be

angry about
Duan Wen was no longer in Huzhou, he was on a reef in Australia when he
received the call from Lv Zhishu.

The woman on the other end of the line was in a panic, almost
incoherently telling Duan Wen the whole story, and at the same time
sending him the photos and videos of He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's
rendezvous via computer.

Duan Wen is not surprised by this.

He was neither surprised that Lv Zhishu had sold He Yu so thoroughly.

Nor is it surprising that the relationship between He Yu and Xie Qingcheng

took place.

He just sat there in his office chair, wearing black leather gloves, with his
long legs up, calmly watching all the images.

"Mr Duan, what do you think we should do now ......"

Duan Wen, after enjoying the video of the car crash, said to an
apprehensive Lv Zhishu on the other end of the line, "This is Mr. Lu's
family matter, so you can take care of it."

Lv Zhishu thought he had misheard: "Sh, what ......"

"I said, this is Mr. Lu's family matter." Duan Wen smiled and said,
"Although Mr Lu is a member of the organisation, I am not so insensitive
as to be unkind. I am not at liberty to say anything about your son's love
life."

Lv Zhishu was flustered by this, Duan Wen had been a strange man for a
long time, and she felt that he was mocking her for not doing her job
properly, and that she hadn't found out about He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's
private affairs until now.

She said: "Mr. Duan, you, don't be angry, I actually had a feeling about
this matter ...... I was just ...... not sure, I was afraid of disturbing you, so I
was late in informing. Please don't mind ......"

Duan Wen snorted, "Chief Lu."

"Yes, yes, I am."

"You really don't have to make a fuss. He Yu is a blood compulsion, which

is rare indeed. But at the end of the day, there is no substitute for the
power of a blood compulsion. The hearsay we have created has a similar
effect to the blood compulsion."

He paused for a moment.

"But if the power of the blood compulsion can continue to grow, it is

indeed attractive to me, so I told you a long time ago that it would be
good to let him go, and that it would not be too late to take him in when
he can really have the life to use the power of the blood compulsion to the
maximum. Until then, I asked you to treat him well, to exercise a policy of
gentle love towards him, so that his heart will slowly tilt towards you."

Lv Zhishu was busy saying, "I do keep trying ......"

"Then I can only say that your efforts are not enough." Duan Wen said,
"Remember the phone call I made to you after Huang Zhilong's accident?"
"Of course I remember, and it's because I remember that I-"

Duan Wen interrupted her: "Mr. Lu, I told you then that Huang Zhilong's
position has been vacated and I intend to replace him with He Yu as our
youngest right-hand man. He is a rare talent, intelligent, knowledgeable
and with special abilities ...... I asked you to treat him better, the kind of
person I don't want to take hard, I just want him to be subservient so that
he will come to our camp because of his emotional ties."

Duan Wen leaned back in his chair as he said this and smiled, "But now
what is this you're doing? Risking his discovery and getting someone to
follow him, just to investigate something like this?"

Lv Zhishu turned pale: "Mr Duan, I definitely didn't let him find out, I know
very well -"

"Of course I know you didn't get caught by him. Otherwise do you think I
would have taken this call from you today?"

Lv Zhishu chills.

Duan Wen sighed, "Mr Lu, to put it bluntly, do you think that, given the
capabilities of our organisation, we would be unaware of these things you
have learnt?"

"Duan, Chief Duan, could it be that you have ......"

"I already knew what was going on between the two of them, your son
liked him so much that he didn't intend to hide anything. If I hadn't known
about the good things they did until today, I wouldn't have had to sit in
this position and would have stepped aside."

Lv Zhishu: "........."

Duan Wen said, "I have repeatedly reminded you to be good to the blood
compulsion, in the hope that one day you can be the leverage to make the
blood compulsion incline towards us, instead of letting him fall to the side
of the police without a care in the world. Stand on Xie Qingcheng's side."

Lv Zhishu: "If...if that's the case, why don't we just kill Xie
Qingcheng ......?"
"Firstly, I want a top-notch blood compulsion that can be collected and
released freely, not a madman who can go berserk out of control at any
moment."

Duan Wen Faint.

"Second."

After a few moments of silence, he said, "I told all of you long ago that you
could torment Xie Qingcheng in any way you wanted, but you were not
allowed to kill him."

"Does he have some special ability? Or is it ......"

Duan Wen interrupted her coldly: "That's not for you to ask. Nor do I need
to come to you for an explanation. But if any of you dare to touch his
life ......"

His moroseness could be heard across the phone, "Then you will all wait
to be buried with him."

Lv Zhishu had already been warned not to harm Xie Qingcheng unless he
had to.

When Duan Wen found out that Xie Qingcheng had entered the basement
during the bombing of the Canton Tower, he thought of ways to avoid
involving Xie Qingcheng's life, but only after realising that there was no
way out did he give up the idea.

Almost everyone in the organisation feels that Duan Wen's attitude

towards Xie Qingcheng is very subtle; he usually doesn't care much about
what Xie Qingcheng is doing and doesn't care about him at all, but he is
also very concerned about Xie Qingcheng's life and would never ask for it.

Lv Zhishu had previously wondered if Duan Wen had a personal

relationship with Xie Qingcheng, but this idea doesn't hold water either.

It is not as if Duan Wen did not kill him out of affection; he would have
done so when he had no choice, and he did not hesitate to slander Xie
Qingcheng's reputation or insult his character, as if he would not care
what others did as long as they did not get Xie Qingcheng killed.
Lv Zhishu did not dare to touch his scales, deliberated for a moment,
panicked, said: "Don't worry, Mr. Duan, I will do as you command, I will
definitely not hurt his life. It's just that ...... it's just that ......"

"You just don't know how He Yu's heart should be tilted towards you with
Xie Qingcheng around." Duan Wen put it straight for her.

Lv Zhishu awkward.

Duan Wen sneered, "That's what you should find a way to do Mr Lu, I
haven't asked you to do too many tasks in the last few years, this is the
only one that matters most and I hope you won't let me down too much."

Lv Zhishu: "........."

"Mr. Lu, whether you want He Yu to continue like this, whether you want
them to break up, whatever you can do as long as you can eventually get
He Yu to turn towards you. The bottom line for me in this matter is that
you don't kill Xie Qingcheng."

"Well, then, if I hurt him-"

"Suit yourself, as long as he's not dead, I won't count it."

Duan Wen and Lv Zhishu spoke a few more words and hung up.

The man who had been standing beside him, but had not spoken, finally
spoke up at that moment.

"Mr. Duan, people who don't know, they think you like Xie Qingcheng."
The man let go of the hand that was squeezing Duan Wen's shoulder and
smiled down.

--That man is He Yu's new personal doctor, An Dongni!

Duan Wen said indifferently, "You know, I have no interest in him."

"But I have." An Dongni narrowed her peachy eyes slightly and smiled
wistfully, "I'm so curious about these contents that Lui has passed on."

"......"
"I can't believe Xie Qingcheng was the one being slept with by He Yu
when he was with him." An Dongni pondered, "Can you play the video
from the car again?"

With that, he tried to move Duan Wen's laptop.

As a result, Duan Wen squeezed his hand halfway up.

An Dongni's face twitches slightly.

Duan Wen lifted his eyes to look at him, "Don't think I don't know what
you're up to. You were the one who instigated the old lady's murder in the
reservoir when I wasn't there, and almost got Xie Qingcheng and He Yu
killed in the reservoir."

An Dongni: "........."

"I've seen everything you've done, so stop thinking about all this
nonsense."

Duan Wen finished slowly and coldly, before releasing the hand that was
choking him.

"Get out. Don't make any more messes for me. Or I'll clean you up as
well."

On the other hand, Lv Zhishu had been sitting on a terrace chair after he
had closed the line, sifting through the chaos in his head - from what Duan
Wen had said, he didn't care what Xie Qingcheng's relationship with He Yu
was, he only cared about two things, firstly, getting He Yu to submit to the
organisation from the bottom of his heart. He only cared about two things.
Secondly, Xie Qingcheng's life must not be taken.

But how does she get He Yu to turn her heart towards her now?

The affection card has been played too late, and although He Yu's
relationship with her has eased, it is no closer. And now with Xie
Qingcheng, He Yu doesn't even care if his parents are with him on his
birthday ......

Lv Zhishu looks out over the rippling Huangpu River below the terrace and
feels that his heart is churning harder than the river at the moment.
She made various assumptions and finally decided on one thing -

It is imperative for her to make He Yu fall out of love with Xie Qingcheng.
Only when they are completely broken can she have a chance to bring He
Yu's heart back to her.

But Duan Wen is right, she can't force the issue. In this regard, Lv Zhishu
is actually much smarter than Xie Qingcheng, who as a parent would
immediately force Xie Xue to break up, but Lv Zhishu knows that forcing
He Yu to do so would only backfire. Besides, if He Yu knew she was
stalking him, he would be so angry that he would leave the house, not to
mention the importance of family love.

What she wants to achieve is not simply to keep He Yu and Xie Qingcheng
apart, but to keep Romeo and Juliet apart and their hearts together.

So after some deliberation, Lv Zhishu simply shredded the footage and

settled with the private investigator, paying him an exorbitant fee that he
would never refuse, ensuring that there would be no further
complications.

She did it all very well, knowing that she couldn't afford to spook anyone,
let alone give He Yu the chance to find out that she was stalking him,
otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable. She had to get rid of
all the evidence that could reveal her investigation before He Yu, the
hacker, could see it.

It's good that she knows it in her own mind.

Yes, she had to take her time, to conceive a subtle method, it didn't
matter if it took more effort, only if she hid in the shadows but made He
Yu naturally dislike Xie Qingcheng, that would be her real victory, she
would have an opportunity to take advantage of it ......

Lv Zhishu is there to think that Xie Qingcheng is a shameless private

doctor who is trying to seduce He Yu into bed.

The truth is that Xie Qingcheng sincerely hoped that He Yu would not
come back to him.
Unfortunately it was not to be.

That night, it was raining again outside the window. Xie Qingcheng coughs
softly and goes to the study window, looking down at the figure who is
looking at him so persistently, just to send him a final "good night"
message, and closes his eyes with a sigh.

He Yu This kid doesn't have an umbrella, so if he doesn't go, he'll get wet.

So Xie Qingcheng turned off the lights early and went to bed.

Before going to bed, he received another message from He Yu: " Xie
Qingcheng, good night. Have a good breakfast tomorrow and don't get
low blood sugar again."

"......"

The rain outside is loud, beating on Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Xie Qingcheng listened to the increasing pounding of the rain and looked
at the line on his phone, he couldn't help but get up and look in the unlit
night at where He Yu was standing.

He Yu is ready to go.

Xie Qingcheng saw that he was about to venture out into the rain and,
distracted, picked up his phone and typed in the message, "You come up
and get your umbrella ......"

"......"

The hand stops on the send button and pauses.

He could not be soft-hearted.

Xie Qingcheng finally had the heart to delete the line he had typed over
there. When he looked up, he saw He Yu looking down at his phone,
drenched in rain.

Because He Yu saw "The other party is typing ......"

He just stood there dumbfounded.

Standing around waiting for a long time ......

Xie Qingcheng watched him from the shadows. He Yu finally realized that
Xie Qingcheng would not return any messages to him, and he raised his
hand and wiped his face, not knowing if it was from the rain or something
else, before he slowly walked away in the rain with his head down ......

Xie Qingcheng had a sleepless night.

The next morning he was only hazily asleep for a while. As a result the
phone rang.

Xie Qingcheng reached for his mobile phone in a blur, and the
subconscious attempt to slip He Yu's name into his throat brought him to
his senses in an instant. He opened his eyes and looked at the caller ID
and settled down.

" Chen Man ?"

Chen Man asked him to meet him at a tea house in Huangpu River.

Chen Man wanted to see Xie Qingcheng, but Xie Qingcheng was so upset
and unwell that he told him to stay away and do his job.

Chen Man is the kind of person who will do whatever Xie Qingcheng says,
so he really put off seeing him. This time it was Chen Man who said he
wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng about his elder brother Chen Lisheng,
and only then did Xie Qingcheng agree to meet him at the tea house in
the evening.

Chen Man was shocked when he saw Xie Qingcheng: "Brother, why have
you lost so much weight? Is it because of Xie Xue?"

Chen Man also knew about Xie Xue and called Xie Qingcheng to advise
him.

Xie Qingcheng shook his head and said simply, "Don't bother with her, it's
just that I've had a lot of other things going on lately."

"Then, you have to eat well too ......" Chen Man was in a hurry, he stared
at Xie Qingcheng constantly, how could he expect that in such a short
period of time, Xie Qingcheng would be reduced to The first thing you
need to do is to get a medical checkup.
"Checked, it's fine." Xie Qingcheng sits down, orders a cup of white tea
and raises his eyes to survey Chen Man.

Chen Man is healed and looking good.

Xie Qingcheng sighed in his heart, Xie Xue He Yu Chen Man Of the three
little ones, there was at least one who could save his heart.

"Why don't you talk to me about business first?" Xie Qingcheng said,
"What do you want to talk about your big brother?"

Chen Man had to go along with Xie Qingcheng: " Xie Qingcheng, do you
remember the video tape we received earlier? The one with Zhao Xue and
my brother's handwriting on it?"

"Remember." Xie Qingcheng said, "After Huang Zhilong's death, I was the
one who told Political Commissar Wang about it. This matter was, after all,
related to the whole case, and might even be a clue to tracing the cause
of your elder brother's and my parents' deaths. I hope they can find some
breakthroughs in the investigation through this video - what's the matter,
are there any results?"

"Hmm. The writing on the tape came back." Chen Man was a little lost,
"It's true that the writing is more than ten years old, not recent."

"......"

"They said that my elder brother should have just gotten the roll of video
back then, and before he could hand it in to the bureau, something
happened and this evidence fell into the hands of the other side. Now
some people think the person who sent the video should be Jiang
Liping ...... After all, it was the tape that helped us establish that there was
a problem in the room under Zhi Long Entertainment. But I don't think it
was her."

Xie Qingcheng knew that Chen Man's implication was that he had not
given up on Chen Lisheng yet.

He poured Chen Man a cup of tea and said, "I don't think it's Jiang Liping
either."
Chen Man's eyes lit up, "You, you think so too?"

"Yes." Xie Qingcheng said, "Although our contact with Jiang Liping was too
short to confirm anything more with her, I think that if she had sent you
this tape, she would have mentioned it half a dozen times after she saw
you, and it's unlikely that she would have reacted the way she did at the
time. Also-"

He looked at Chen Man and said, "I don't think that the person who sent
the tape was an 'informant' like her."

Chen Man's expression was dark.

The boy says he has resigned himself to his fate and believes his brother
is dead, but deep down, he has always had an "informer assumption" and
an "undercover assumption". Especially after he met Jiang Liping, he
became more willing to believe that his brother was also an informer, and
that he was more deeply embedded than Jiang Liping.

But Xie Qingcheng did not agree with him in this respect.

" Chen Man, think about the aftermath after you received this video tape.
Yes, we did have an immediate direction for our investigation and
targeted the basement of Zhi Long Entertainment straight away, but then
what happened?" Xie Qingcheng said, "Then, because you wanted to
know the truth so badly, you went deep into Huang Zhilong's company
alone, were arrested, drugged and perhaps almost became a hostage of
Huang Zhilong's absconding."

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and continued.

"The person who sent the video didn't take the danger of your actions into
account at all. Do you think that could be your big brother?"

Chen Man was silent for an instant, his eyes like a candle slowly blowing
out.

He murmured softly, "...... big brother he won't."

Although Chen Lisheng and he were not born to the same mother, Chen
Man's mother was not a mistress, but his father's wife, and the two
brothers had a harmonious relationship.
As a child, Chen Man was always bullied by others and Chen Lisheng
would always protect him and stand up for him.

One time Chen Man was beaten up by a group of punks who accused his
mother of being a whore, and Chen Man was so angry that he fought with
them.

In the end, it was Chen Lisheng who found him, picked up his brother, who
had almost cried himself to death, carried him on his back and carried him
to the hospital under an umbrella. All the way to the hospital, Chen Man
wailed, "My mother is not a whore! My mother is not a whore!"

Chen Lisheng then turned his back and coaxed him, "Don't listen to their
nonsense, she's not Godmother."

Over the years, Chen Lisheng and Chen Man have become closer than any
two brothers could ever be.

Chen Lisheng carried his brother to and from school every day when Chen
Man's leg was broken. Later, when Chen Man got better, he was worried
that his brother would be bullied again, so he made sure to take him to
the door of his class every day and waited there first after school to take
his brother's hand home.

The road home, which Chen Man still walks on today, still looks like he can
see Chen Lisheng's silhouette.

Chen Man's eyes sank a little more at the thought, and he quickly looked
down, wiping away the tears that had almost fallen.

"I ...... was just thinking ...... that there was a message left on that tape for
me to play on the old TV at home, so I still ...... "

Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly: " Chen Man, you've already suffered once,
haven't you noticed that once you started to suspect that the video was
sent by your brother, you've been trapped in this vision? You even did
something very dangerous because of it, and I don't think the person who
sent the video cared much about your life. As long as he doesn't care
about your life, then that person, for sure, can't be your elder brother
Chen Lisheng."

"......"
"Don't think about it anymore." Xie Qingcheng coughed slightly, "Let the
police look into it, the truth is important, but not more important than
human lives."

Chen Man is silent.

For a while now, his parents have been advising him in the same way.

But their persuasion was not as effective as Xie Qingcheng's words.

Chen Man feels that the only person who understands his feelings on this
matter is Xie Qingcheng, who once struggled to get to the bottom of his
parents' death and then had to stop the investigation for the sake of his
family and his sister.

When Xie Qingcheng saw that Chen Man's mood had calmed down a little,
he sat down with him in the tea room and talked for a while, comforting
Chen Man's frightened heart like a child who had lost a brother.

In the end, Chen Man was able to put the Chen Lisheng tape out of his
mind for a while.

He lifted some spirits and said, "Brother, thank you ...... I'm much better
now ......"

Before the word "had" could be uttered, Chen Man's mobile phone
suddenly rang.

It was his mother who called.

"Where are you, O Xiao Yan?"

"Me and Xie Qingcheng are eating out, well, you said ......"

Chen Man's mother said a few words to Chen Man, Chen Man responded,
looked at Xie Qingcheng twice and suddenly looked a little embarrassed,
whispered: "Mom, we'll talk about this later ...... I'll talk about it when I get
back. "

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingcheng saw Chen Man's ears were
slightly red and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Man didn't want to say anything, he was still in the mood of missing
his big brother, but when he looked at Xie Qingcheng, he suddenly
realised that he could have told him ...... and seen Xie Qingcheng's
reaction with his own eyes.

So he stumbled for a moment and told the truth: "It's my mum ...... who
thinks I'm not in a good mood lately and is worried that I'm always stuck
on my brother's business, so she wants me to divert my energy elsewhere
...... "

He paused and looked at Xie Qingcheng's face.

Then he mustered up the courage to say, " Xie Qingcheng, my mother has
introduced me to someone."

Chen Man said this while nervously watching Xie Qingcheng's expression.

"What, what do you think?"

"Oh ......" Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, a little surprised but
still nodded, "That's quite good, what kind of a girl is it?"

Chen Man: ".................."

Even though he knew that Xie Qingcheng was a straight man and he knew
that straight men were toxic and could not be touched, he could not help
but like him. When he saw how calm Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards his
blind date was, Chen Man, even though he was a gentle man, could not
bear it. He looked at Xie Qingcheng and his eyes grew red.

" Xie Qingcheng, don't you ...... have anything else you want to say?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng wondered, "No ...... do you need me to hold the door
for you? "

It took Chen Man a lot of restraint to suppress the sadness and impulse he
felt inside.

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze away suddenly.

Ryoga said, "No. ...... nothing. I'll take you home first."
Chen Man came here today by car so that he could take Xie Qingcheng
back to the Shanghai Medical School. The car pulled up downstairs and
Chen Man got out with him.

Xie Qingcheng was a bit surprised, he thought Chen Man would want to go
straight back. So he asked, "What's wrong? Something else?"

"......"

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. In fact, he had been
trying to find a chance to talk to Xie Qingcheng since the basement.

He didn't want to keep being so hesitant any longer, there were things
that the other person would never know if he didn't tell them. Life was so
short, why didn't he have the courage to try it once?

This thought grew stronger and stronger in his mind, and after the
catalyst of the matchmaking call, it actually reached an impulsive
high/climax in this moment.

Chen Man squeezed his hand, his palm slowly covered in sweat, and said,
" Xie Qingcheng ......"

"Are you in a bad mood." Xie Qingcheng said directly, he thought Chen
Man was feeling sad because of Chen Lisheng, thought about it and
coughed gently, "This way, I'll walk with you to the playground."

He said he was about to fumble for a cigarette as a walking smoke.

Chen Man didn't know where he got the courage, but he suddenly took Xie
Qingcheng's hand, which was holding a cigarette, and held it on Xie
Qingcheng's wrist.

"It's not. Xie Qingcheng ."

Xie Qingcheng was stunned, looking first at his own hand, which he was
holding tightly, and then at his face, confused, "What's wrong with that?"

"......"

Chen Man didn't move the hand that was clutching him.
Still pulling at Xie Qingcheng, he did not let go, the courage and urge
building up in his heart little by little, and he raised his head and stared
into Xie Qingcheng's eyes. His hand gripped him, so tightly that he was
afraid that if he said the next words, the man would leave him and run
away.

"I ......" Chen Man took a deep breath, " Xie Qingcheng, in fact, I ...... "

"Professor Xie." While Chen Man was building up his anger, a security
guard from the patrol downstairs suddenly approached him and said
politely, "Well, it's not a good day to park here. I have to paint the ground
tomorrow, so please park in the back of the car park, thank you."

Chen Man: "......" Where is this halfway decent Cheng Yaojin?

Xie Qingcheng immediately turned around and answered, saying to Chen

Man, "Then go and park first, do you know the way?"

Chen Man's face turned a little blue as his breath was broken up: "......
know."

"Go on, I'll go upstairs and make you a cup of tea first, or don't go to the
playground, if you have anything to say, go and sit upstairs later and talk
about it."

Chen Man bowed his head, but after a few seconds, he hmmed and got
into the car.

Xie Qingcheng nods goodbye to the security guard and heads upstairs.

Walk to the entrance of the building and the sensor light comes on.

However, what Xie Qingcheng didn't expect was that there was a familiar
figure curled up in front of his dormitory ......

Xie Qingcheng: "...... He Yu ?"

The boy heard the movement and slowly turned back around, his eyes
were bloodshot and lax, he smelled heavily of alcohol and the monitoring
ring on his hand lit up in red bursts and orange bursts.

In this atmosphere of dangerous undercurrents, Xie Qingcheng

immediately reacted -
He Yu, this is fucking drunk!

--------------------

What the author has to say.

Mini Theatre.

Security guard: I doused He Yu's confession candle, I interrupted Chen

Man's confession, I kept the school professor safe, twice!!! Haha!

Xie Qingcheng: Thank you.

Xie Xue: You're a great guy to have at school.

Chen Man: ...... Hey, Grandpa, I want to transfer someone.

He Yu: Hey dad, I want to do away with someone.

Security guard: ????

Chapter 166 - I showed my love

interest the door
It had been a long time since He Yu had been on Xie Qingcheng's doorstep
in such a dignified manner, and he had not dared to push Xie Qingcheng
too hard since he had been explicitly rejected by him.

But he was so drunk now that he couldn't care less.

He looked at the figure of Xie Qingcheng in a daze, got up shakily, and

first called out in a small voice, as if in aggravation, " Xie Qingcheng ......
", and then slowly walked towards Xie Qingcheng. The figure of Xie
Qingcheng swayed and got up.

"You're back ......"

" He Yu, you-"

Without waiting for Xie Qingcheng to finish his sentence, He Yu came to

Xie Qingcheng's face. He was really confused, he had suppressed them for
so long that when he got himself drunk, they came out from under the
rocks like a molten stream.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's face in awe, then suddenly grabbed Xie

Qingcheng's wrist, pushed him against the wall, lowered his head, and
kissed Xie Qingcheng right on the side of his neck!

Xie Qingcheng did not expect this to happen, his face suddenly changed,
he grunted, his body trembled, his back against the wall was tense, but he
could not break free, as if he had been drunk with blood: " He Yu, you are
drunk ...... you sober up! You let go of me, you let-"

He Yu covered his mouth, and he rubbed the tip of his nose obsessively
against Xie Qingcheng's cheek, the nape of his neck, so sad and so
reverent.

He said dully, "I feel so bad, brother, I don't know ...... I don't know what
I've done wrong, why you've been with me for so long and still won't
accept me ......"

His face was streaked with tears, his back arched and his forehead rested
against Xie Qingcheng's shoulder.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... why ah ...... I thought you liked it, I thought you liked
me a little bit too, I hugged you, I kissed you, when I did it with you, you
obviously started to respond too up ...... I thought you were slowly
accepting me ...... why ......" by the end of it, his expression was broken
and fractured "Why did you suddenly tell me it was over? Why did you
have to do this ......"

"It's hard, Xie Qingcheng ...... I'm so hard ...... heartbroken ......"

"Will you touch ...... it? My heart is really too hard ...... you touch it and
see ...... it's really beating fast ...... please... ...you touch it ......"

"Please ...... you ...... hug me ...... you hug me, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng was so angry and uncomfortable with him covering his
mouth, and worried that Chen Man might suddenly return, that he
struggled harder.
His face was turned to the side and he broke away from He Yu's hand,
"What are you drinking ...... you are so confused you! Why are you
trampling yourself so much?"

His reaction made it even harder for He Yu.

The drunken teenager looked at him and said, "You don't want me to
cheapen myself ...... Then look at me, Xie Qingcheng ...... why are you
doing this to me! How hard it is for me to feel inside, you won't even look
at it anymore!"

Xie Qingcheng: "Yes! I don't want to see you drunk!"

He Yu stared at his face, unable to stand it, and suddenly, in a fit of

madness, he pushed Xie Qingcheng into the dimly lit hallway, against the
wall, and then lowered himself to kiss him like a madman.

The more Xie Qingcheng struggled, the harder he pushed. He held Xie
Qingcheng's waist with one hand and clutched Xie Qingcheng's hair with
the other, as if he wanted to pour all the pain and longing he had
suppressed over the past few days, all the sorrow he had sought but could
not find, into this kiss.

"But I miss you ...... I miss you so much that I'm dying ...... Xie
Qingcheng ...... I thought the wine would make me forget about you ......
But I drank so much and I missed you more and more ...... I really want to
ask you ...... Are you a person made of ice? Are you a heart made of stone
......"

He kissed him hotly, fiercely, while choking on a sob in between kisses.

He was truly fainting, his hands groping so hard for this man whose skin
was warm and who made him think like a madman, pinching Xie
Qingcheng to the bone.

"Why can't you accept me no matter what I do ...... My gender has

become my original sin, has it? No matter how much I love you it's useless
...... is it ......"

Xie Qingcheng couldn't answer him at all, he struggled desperately,

"You're crazy He Yu ......! Do you know what you're doing, don't you ......"
In the midst of the confusion, he suddenly heard a roar and then felt He
Yu being violently pushed away by another force.

-- Chen Man .

Xie Qingcheng's mind buzzed as he saw the face of the visitor.

It's Chen Man.

Chen Man all saw ...... he all heard ......

Chen Man did see everything. As soon as he got upstairs he heard

someone arguing and looked to see Xie Qingcheng being pushed down
the hallway by a tall boy around his waist, Xie Qingcheng's shirt all
scrunched up, the boy holding him and kissing him in such an obsessive
way ......

And the boy who was blaspheming Xie Qingcheng was He Yu, who had
advised him not to pursue Xie Qingcheng!

Chen Man finally came to his senses after the initial shock and felt his
mind explode with a million flames of anger. All at once he went mad and
rushed towards He Yu, his eyes and ears blurred with the words he had
just heard.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck off him!" Chen Man, who had
hardly ever cursed since he was a child, turned red at this moment, and
along with the veins in his neck, his voice shouted so loudly that it didn't
sound like his own anymore, Chen Man roared, "You bastard! You ......
dare ...... you dare!!!"

Chen Man couldn't believe it, every inch of his flesh and bone trembled,
shock and anger, jealousy and fear almost turned into a sharp blade that
cut to pieces the good manners he had been so proud of! He came back
from the initial shock that had almost torn him apart and slammed into
the boy who wouldn't let go of his arms around Xie Qingcheng, and
slammed He Yu into the wall on the other side like a gladiatorial fight.

He Yu was quiet for a moment as he took in Chen Man's face, which was
contorted with rage.

He slowly rolled his eyes, looking at Chen Man and then at Xie Qingcheng.
The original ......

So the two of them ...... are together tonight, are they?

If he hadn't appeared here ...... Chen Man would still have to go into Xie
Qingcheng's house, wouldn't he ......

He Yu bit his bloodied lips and suddenly ate a smile: "Hahahaha ......
hahahahaha ......!" The smile was poignant with a bit of pathos and a bit of
brilliance that he finally didn't have to hide anymore.

Or even, revenge.

He didn't know who he was getting back at - Chen Man ? Xie Qingcheng?
Or maybe it was himself.

He Yu hissed, "Yes ...... I dare ah ...... I have what dare not? I might as well
tell you today, Chen Yan ...... Mr. Chen, Officer Chen!!! You listen
carefully!"

"Me and him, me and your unattainable Xie Qingcheng! We've done
everything, his first man was me ...... to now it's only me! ...... I was the
one who wanted him! I held him and kissed him! Your Xie Qingcheng ......
He begged me in bed, he was bullied into tears, it was my name he called
when he couldn't stand it! Mine! It's your turn to stop me from touching
him? Who are you! Get out of my sight!!!"

"......" Chen Man is shaking all over.

He Yu went so far as to say - he went so far as to say that he hugged and

kissed Xie Qingcheng and that ...... also said that Xie Qingcheng pleaded
with him... ...!

Crazy ...... really crazy ......

But all the previous doubts have come to light in this moment.

Chen Man's feverish mind is now in a frenzy as he walks through the

scenes of the past.

--
The strange atmosphere between He Yu and Xie Qingcheng when they
meet in the corridor of the playhouse.

When the set itself asks Xie Qingcheng where he is going, He Yu replies
with cold sarcasm.

The Marlboro cigarette He Yu was smoking at the entrance of the Soo

restaurant, and the meaningful words he said to him.

And ......

And Zhi Long Entertainment basement, He Yu sent him out the door, and
after gritting his teeth to himself that Xie Qingcheng couldn't possibly like
him, he turned around and went back to the fire, back to Xie
Qingcheng ......

He ...... got it all ......

He got it all!!!

Chen Man's emotions were completely blown away, and his 20 years of
cultivation were reduced to nothing. He was holding him against the wall
and kissing the side of his neck.

He Yu says he had sex with Xie Qingcheng ......

The man who smoked a cigarette, with arrogant eyebrows and a proper
suit, always towering over him, whom he dared not even touch ...... was
once defiled by this boy, even younger than himself, pressed down ......!

Were those white, slender tattooed hands once clutched by He Yu on a

pillow in a hotel? Did their fingertips tremble and their fingers curl
because of He Yu?

Xie Qingcheng's thin lips, which had so many times whispered calming
sentences to Chen Man when he was in desperate distress and in awe that
he dared not even look at them, had been fiercely kissed and sucked and
bitten by He Yu. ...... The magnetic voice that had only spoken calmly and
coolly in front of him, had made husky, fragile pleas at He Yu's ear. The
magnetic voice, which only speaks calmly and calmly in front of him, has
made a hoarse and fragile plea at He Yu's ear ......
His unattainable, mature older brother, his big brother, was the prey of
another young boy's bed!

Chen Man bellowed at him, " He Yu, you're a fucking animal, how could
you do this to him? How could you do this to him?

He Yu violently wrenched Chen Man away from him and said harshly and
morosely, "Who are you to talk about me? Huh? Are you so clean? You
don't need me to remind you how bad you are in your own heart!"

The two were arguing so loudly that if they continued to argue like this,
the people living next to them would surely be made to come out.

Xie Qingcheng slowly straightened up next to him and came back to his
senses, feeling so embarrassed and dizzy that he hadn't listened to much
of what the two men were saying and hadn't noticed how wrong He Yu's
last few words about Chen Man were.

He barely managed to regain his consciousness, gathering his messy

clothes and his composure back with trembling hands.

"You fucking ...... all stop it in moderation."

"......"

Ignored.

"Fuckin' stop it all!"

Seeing that they still refused to stop, he gritted his teeth and simply
stepped forward and pulled the two men, who were fighting together,
apart violently.

He caught his breath and, in a few moments of dead silence, decided to

face Chen Man first.

Perhaps because he was so humiliated by what He Yu had said, Xie

Qingcheng looked back at Chen Man, but his peach blossom eyes were
already flushed with red, although he still had the courage to face him
openly. He said to Chen Man, "Chen Man! You go back first."

"Brother ......" Chen Man's lips were trembling as he looked at Xie

Qingcheng, "What he said ...... he said is all true?"
"......"

He Yu wiped the blood from his face, and with his eyes as red as blood, he
stepped in front of Xie Qingcheng and said morosely, "Naturally, I am true
to him, and if you don't believe me, I--"

"Snap!"

Xie Qingcheng turned around and slapped He Yu across the face with a
backhanded slap: "That's enough, you! Shut up!"

"......"

He Yu took the slap so hard that he turned his face slightly sideways, and
his forehead hair fell in disarray, falling in front of his dark eyes.

A long silence.

Xie Qingcheng slowed his breathing and once again said to Chen Man,
"You go back."

"But ......"

The man who had always been very respectful and tall, who was very
conscious of his image in front of his juniors and who never seemed to
speak half an inch softly with them, was still holding on to his dignity in
this moment.

But the light in his eyes was already very dappled.

Xie Qingcheng breathed heavily and said, " Chen Man, count on me to
invite you back."

"......"

"I don't want to make such a mess. Even less do I want to make a scene
and have the whole dormitory building come out to see what's going on."

"......"

"Count on me."
Chen Man's heart tightened and his breath froze.

Xie Qingcheng did not say the word 'beg', but Chen Man sensed his deep
despair at this moment.

Chen Man moved his lips to say something, but nothing came out, he
heard some movement upstairs, the other teachers had sensed something
was wrong and were coming out to see what was going on.

Chen Man's body was trembling slightly.

He knew he should leave, he had always been obedient in his bones, and
by nature he did not want to make things difficult for Xie Qingcheng. But
for some reason ...... at this moment ...... there seemed to be another soul
awakening in his body. That soul was so painful, so resentful and wanted
to explode, it made him unable to follow Xie Qingcheng's orders as quickly
as before. The two contradictory sensations were at war within him,
making him tremble more and more.

He stares at Xie Qingcheng and asks, "What about him?" He was referring
to He Yu.

"......"

" Xie Qingcheng ." Chen Man's voice was choked with sobs and hesitation,
"Where is he?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "He has to stay."

"......"

"I have something I have to say to him." Xie Qingcheng stopped Chen Man
before he could open his mouth, "I understand what you're worried about.
It'll be fine, there are people upstairs and downstairs here."

Chen Man's eyes went completely red and his fingers squeezed unnoticed:
"......"

Xie Qingcheng's choice to let He Yu stay seems to have brought back a

little of He Yu's sanity.

But he is still very, very dangerous.

Such a He Yu is not fit to be with anyone, and Xie Qingcheng knows that
he must end the stalemate between them as soon as possible.

So he didn't say anything more, not to mention that Xie Qingcheng felt
that his dignity was already in tatters and he really had no shame in
saying anything more to Chen Man at this moment.

He walked soberly to the door, took out his key and opened the dormitory
door.

He didn't turn around and said without any expression, " He Yu. You come
here."

He Yu's face still bears the bloodstains from his fight with Chen Man,
which seems to have torn a gaping hole in the sober mask he always
wears, revealing the blood and ferocity beneath.

He breaks Chen Man's grip and walks slowly towards Xie Qingcheng, the
monitoring ring on his wrist still flashing red and orange menacingly.

Chen Man leans forward: " Xie Qingcheng ......!"

Xie Qingcheng's shoulders tremble slightly as He Yu enters the foyer and

he follows, turning his face slightly sideways to give Chen Man a final
glance as he takes a step.

Until now, Xie Qingcheng did not know that Chen Man was fond of him.
Chen Man's anger is, in his view, the reaction of a junior who cannot
accept the shattered image of his elders.

In Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Chen Man is a junior.

He felt disgraced enough in front of his juniors to be wretched.

He doesn't want to involve Chen Man any further in this mess.

Chen Man is innocent and he should not be affected.

Xie Qingcheng: "Go back."

Perhaps it is because the sense of brokenness in Xie Qingcheng's body is
so tragic that it suddenly stops Chen Man in his tracks, bringing back the
soul in Chen Man's consciousness that respects Xie Qingcheng the most
and listens to him the most, while the other soul belonging to the sinful
humanity is suppressed.

Chen Man looked at him, stunned and in tears.

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... I shouldn't have let you see such a bad thing. I'm
sorry, Chen Man."

Chen Man wanted to say more, but Xie Qingcheng had already closed the
door - that seemed to be his last dignity in front of his juniors.

Inside the house.

Xie Qingcheng walks in and looks at He Yu. He Yu's face is a mixture of

sadness and madness as he stands there in silence.

Without saying anything, Xie Qingcheng stepped forward and grabbed He

Yu's wrist.

He Yu shuddered and looked up at him.

Xie Qingcheng, however, simply adjusted the data on his monitoring

bracelet, which was adjusted to its maximum threshold, and He Yu felt a
warmth running up his wrist pulse and slowly throughout his body.

"...... This maximum appeasement value is to be adjusted manually." Xie

Qingcheng's voice was deep and low, no more emotion could be heard, "It
won't be turned on under normal circumstances because of the high
radiation and it's not good to use too much. But you need this now."

He Yu originally thought that Xie Qingcheng would beat him and scold him
after he closed the door.

But I didn't expect Xie Qingcheng to look so tired after he dropped the
lock. It was even ...... desperate.

He was constantly trying to pull something out of his body, to accomplish

something, to arrange away the lives of his offspring. He doesn't have
much energy left to kill, yet he has to overdraw emotionally and mentally
to cope with these sudden surprises. Xie Xue, Chen Man and He Yu ......
were one thing after another, and it was as if his whole being was being
boiled down to nothing.

Xie Qingcheng watched as the wristband on He Yu's hand slowly reduced

its red pulsation after a period of time, finally dropping He Yu's hand and
trying to make his way inside.

He Yu, however, snapped his wrist and clutched it.

" Xie Qingcheng ."

His desperation stung He Yu so suddenly that he seemed to have

recovered some sense.

He wanted to tell him he was sorry and ask him why, but his insides were
so stabbed with holes that the words went up in smoke before they
reached his chest.

He opened his mouth, twice, but only managed to say the man's name
hoarsely.

Beyond that, he could not put together a complete sentence.

The drunken teenager could not speak, but tears fell down his lowered
eyelashes and landed on the back of Xie Qingcheng's hand.

It was very much like the day he confessed his love for him, when he held
Xie Qingcheng's hand, wouldn't let go, and then, with tears streaming
down his face, gutted himself and sent a whole heart to him, begging him
to look at it.

But now Xie Qingcheng doesn't want him anymore.

He had been adjusting as best he could these days, he thought he could

hold on, but it turned out to be all in vain - it was impossible for him to get
away from him.

It was Xie Qingcheng who gave him the oxygen to live.

He Yu didn't know what to say, so he finally embraced him morbidly,

stubbornly, and his countless words became tears that fell drop by drop
on Xie Qingcheng's shoulders. He looked mad and sad at the same time,
his eyes confused to the extreme.

Xie Qingcheng did not resist any more, he was really tired to the core.

He said hoarsely, " He Yu, do you know what you have just done?"

"......"

"I don't want to get any more angry with you, so let go of me and I'll go
and get you a cup of tea to relieve you of your drink, then we'll sit down
and have a good talk." Xie Qingcheng didn't say disappointed to him, but
every word he said felt like it was soaked in disappointment.

The tea was made, a steaming hot ginger tea.

The two sit wordlessly across a coffee table from each other.

He Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw that the cups he was given
to make his tea had been replaced by disposable paper cups, and he shed
another stream of tears.

He asked, "Where's the cup?"

Xie Qingcheng: "What?"

"Where's my mug?" He Yu asked in a small voice, tears hanging from her

eyelashes, "Where's my mug? The one, the cartoon mug with the Nick Fox
and the rabbit. Shall we use that mug?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a few seconds: "I've tidied up the room."

"......"

"The set of cups, I've lost them."

"......" The teenager showed a look of extreme pain all at once, pain and
madness gathering and dispersing in his eyes, and he could not rest in
peace.

Xie Qingcheng pushed the hot ginger tea to him, "Drink it."
The teenager held up the paper cup, but could not take a sip.

He shall not rest in peace ......

He knew that the tea would make him feel better and would clear his
head.

But there are times when one does not want to be sober, and sobriety
makes the pain more intense.

And he has been in too much pain, every day since they parted he has
been in so much pain so much pain ......

No painkillers will help ah ...... He has no peace!

" He Yu, I know you really like me, and I don't want to hurt you." Finally,
Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth.

"So when I cleared everything with you, I still allowed you to stay with me
and never asked you to never show up again."

He Yu trembled slightly, he felt a vein at the back of his neck popping out,
he felt as if he was really being pushed to the brink by Xie Qingcheng.

He asked, "And now what?"

"......"

"Now are you going to let me leave you completely?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him in silence and after a long time, he asked,
"Do you remember what you said when you confessed to me?"

"......"

"You said I could call a halt to your advances if they ever became
overwhelmingly disturbing to me."

"......"

" He Yu, this time, can you keep your word?"

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What the author has to say.

An Dongni doesn't like Xie Qingcheng, his interested means interested in

the person's behavior ...... he even tried to get Xie Qingcheng killed at
that time in the reservoir ...... definitely don't like him
hahahahahahahahaha Duan Wen also doesn't like ...... cover your face
cover your face ......

Chapter 167 - Don't you cry

This time, can you keep your word?

He Yu's ears were ringing and his eyes were dizzy for a while.

It was as if he suddenly couldn't see Xie Qingcheng's face anymore, and in

front of him sat in a trance the twenty-something Dr Xie, saying, "I'm
leaving.

Like a destroyed building, He Yu collapsed, his hand on his forehead, his

tears falling like broken beads.

He did not answer Xie Qingcheng's words, he simply asked with the
utmost pathos.

"Why do you have to be like this ......"

" Xie Qingcheng, why do you come to me again and again and again and
again and again you don't want me ......"

Each word seems to be cut out of the throat, stained with hot blood and
trembling.

"Why did you ...... why did you have to leave me ...... behind!"

Xie Qingcheng fumbled with a box of cigarettes, tried to light it but just
put the box aside.

He said, "I have no desire to leave you behind. If you could be my patient,
my junior, or even my friend, I would be there for you. But ......"
But He Yu's feelings were too strong.

Xie Qingcheng hopes that he will be able to bore He Yu, but finds that his
love is like that of a moth that catches the sun and burns its way to the
flame, so fierce that it will not stop until it has burned its life away.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to He Yu if he continued like this

and one day he was no longer there.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said, "But what you want, I can't give
you."

"He Yu, I don't want to tell you that I know it's a dead end, but I don't want
to turn back without hitting the wall, let's go down the road, the boat will
straighten out. Do you know that you are only 20 years old? Twenty is the
best age in life. You can have many dreams, you can have countless
possibilities, you can meet all kinds of people, and you can even change
your whole life afterwards."

Xie Qingcheng said softly.

"When I was twenty, I had no choice, and the period that should have
been the easiest of times was as heavy as if I were eighty or ninety. I
don't want you to look back when you're my age and find that every day
you've ever spent has been a detour and every minute has failed you on
the broken road."

"......"

"How long will you be entangled with me? Knowing it is impossible, yet
how can you not want to let go?"

He Yu murmured hoarsely, "Why wouldn't it be possible?"

" Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng have possibilities, why not us?"

"That's not even the same thing."

"Why? Isn't it the same thing to love someone, to like someone, to want to
spend your whole life with them? What's the difference between us and
them, between us and any pair of people in this world!"
"I don't like you." Xie Qingcheng tilted his head and said, word for word, "I
don't like you, okay?"

He Yu is suddenly mute.

"I'm a complete heterosexual, I could never like you, that's the difference,
He Yu, are you satisfied?"

He Yu opened his mouth repeatedly, unable to speak, he was like a fish

out of water, even his breathing was becoming extremely difficult: " Xie
Qingcheng ...... you say you are a complete heterosexual, then I ask
you ...... When you were with me, did you have even a moment of
reluctance and wavering?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him in silence and eventually dropped his

eyelashes as if he were dropping a curtain bar: "...... No. I have never
wavered."

He Yu stood up suddenly, his eyes red, and crossed the coffee table to
him, looking down at him with a gradually confused look, his emotions
starting to get out of hand at this moment, despite the calmness the
bracelet gave him.

He pinned Xie Qingcheng to the sofa and looked at him miserably and
stubbornly, asking him frantically and desperately, "Did you? Have you
never wavered?"

"Then I ask you again, who was the person who kissed me that day in the
basement, before a life or death situation?"

"And who was the person who stayed with me all day and night and said
happy birthday to me that night on my birthday?"

"Who is that person who took care of me, took me to a hot pot and
ordered a bowl of birthday noodles for me? Xie Qingcheng, I ask you, who
is that!!! If you don't like me, if you don't have the slightest heartbeat,
why are you treating me like this? Tell me!!!"

"You said it!!!"

Xie Qingcheng looks at the teenager in front of him, but he seals his heart
away.
Hiding in their already declining bodies.

His thin, pale lips opened and closed as he said, "...... That's not for like."

"......"

"I didn't do that to you because I liked you."

"And because of what?" He Yu shuddered, "You tell me, you've kissed me,
you've held me, you've cared about my feelings, and that's because of
what?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes for a long time and then said, "...... is just
sympathy."

Even the light in his eyes twitched as He Yu's expression twisted, a look
on his face that could not be described as either extremely sad or
ridiculously ridiculous. These complex emotions made him look
particularly devastated.

"...... sympathy." He repeated, chewing the two words over and over
between his own lips, "Sympathy. ...... What a sympathy, Xie Qingcheng.
What a sympathy!"

The monitoring ring on his wrist suddenly spiked red, as if his eyes were
at the moment.

Before Xie Qingcheng could respond, He Yu violently pushed Xie

Qingcheng off the back of the sofa and onto the sofa, and then pressed
himself heavily onto it, clutching Xie Qingcheng's wrist, his eyes still
tearful, but ruthlessly saying, "Is...? -Is this sympathy too?"

With that, his kisses fell and his hands pulled down the buttons of Xie
Qingcheng's shirt, who paled, remembering that he still had marks from
the treatment a few days earlier, and began to struggle violently.

"You let go ...... He Yu, you don't touch me, let go!"

The blood-soaked kiss continued fiercely, and for once He Yu was no

longer drunk. The monitoring bands on his wrists were rapidly soaring red.

Xie Qingcheng's words stirred up his heart, which was barely calmed, and
turned it upside down in a flash.
With frantic eyes, he forced him to square his face to his kisses with one
hand, and with the other he roughly made tears with the snow-white shirt,
as if to put the fabrics in place. The movements were even more brutal
than in the hallway because he was more stimulated. The teenager's body
was hot from the alcohol he had consumed, and when he intended to
brutally force himself, the outbursts and the heat that came up against
him were incredibly high.

He Yu kissed him while asking him roughly and hoarsely, "Did you look
like that in front of me all those nights because of pity too? You were so
forward, sitting in my arms, ordering me to hold you hard, you wrapped
your arms around me and kissed me and kept shivering ...... you did that
with me ...... over and over ...... and couldn't stop ...... Is all this because of
pity, Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng's shirt had been torn and several buttons had fallen off, but
he was genuinely afraid to let He Yu see the marks on his body.

Those marks from the restraining straps he had to use to strangle his
whole body in order to control his rampaging out of control self during
treatment.

"No ...... you let go, He Yu ...... you let go of me!"

He clutched his hand tightly around the already loosened bodice, barely
covering the treatment strangulation marks all over his body underneath.

He used to have so much strength and power to compete with He Yu, but
his body is getting worse and worse, a body whose internal organs are
failing, a crippled arm that can no longer use its strength. ...... Once he
could easily carry He Yu as a child, walking calmly on the road. Xie
Qingcheng, now faced with a giant dragon with wings spread, there is no
longer the power to fight back.

The only thing that remains are those eyes.

Those eyes, as clear and sharp as ever, had not changed, and they were
still looking at him with the same refusal to give up, to pluck into He Yu's
heart.

He Yu pinched his jaw and tried to kiss Xie Qingcheng's already bitten lips
once more - but stopped short when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes.
He saw a shattering light in Xie Qingcheng's normally cold and quiet
peach blossom eyes.

--

He Yu's inability to defend himself when cross-examined.

Chen Man finds out about his affair with He Yu and loses face.

The weakness and pain in the body.

The fear of He Yu seeing the strangulation marks on his body.

Xie Qingcheng is after all a body of flesh and blood, and when the weight
of ten thousand hectares of emotion comes over him, he is already a
strong soul if he does not collapse, but how can he say that he is not
moved?

Xie Qingcheng did not even realise that his eyes were already moist, a
reaction his body made when it was pushed to the breaking point. But his
person was already numb, and he closed his eyes, only vaguely feeling
something warm, trickling down the end of them in a trembling stream.

He Yu's heart lurched as the tear fell from Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

The red light on his wrist went out and he suddenly straightened up,
suddenly realising what he was doing. He immediately released Xie
Qingcheng and looked at the man beneath him with a confused
expression.

Xie Qingcheng had taken on too much emotion, and because of his
personality, his self-protection mechanism was different from He Yu's. He
Yu would unconsciously let it out, while Xie Qingcheng just held it back.

At the end of the day, his body couldn't stuff anything more, and the pain
finally spilled out of his eyes, making him look broken, lying on the sofa in
disarray, his pale fingers still clutching his lapel. His dark hair was wet and
dishevelled, hanging down in front of his forehead, and under his long,
slender lashes, those glazed, bead-like eyes were just open.

The tears had fallen straight down the temples, silently.

Xie Qingcheng was so tough, so manly, that he felt he could still hold on,
so he could not feel his tears, which seeped into his temples.

He Yu is completely awake.

He shuddered, " Xie Qingcheng ...... me ......"

Xie Qingcheng slowly closes his eyes.

He Yu no longer dares to force him. He Yu trembles and reaches out to

gather his shirt for him, but Xie Qingcheng's fingers won't let go - he is
trembling slightly and doesn't seem to trust He Yu anymore.

He Yu tried to button up his coat for him again.

But he found that the buttons on the front of Xie Qingcheng's shirt had
been ripped off by himself and could no longer be fastened ......

He Yu lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, and hugged Xie

Qingcheng tightly into his arms, "Don't be afraid, Xie Qingcheng, don't you
be afraid, I, I won't hurt you again ...... I won't."

"Don't you cry ......" He Yu himself was already covered in tears, but he
still raised his hand and stroked the wetness at Xie Qingcheng's temples,
and he choked up as if he was holding his precious, but broken, treasure. "
Xie Qingcheng, I'm sorry, please ...... it's my fault ...... you don't cry ...... "

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The author has something to say.

My friend said that the comment section cursed yesterday ...... I said I
didn't read it but I could guess ...... because actually I could probably tell
when something would be cursed and what kind of comments would
appear at what stage after going through the first two articles ...... not a
prophet but because really every book is like this ...... it's like an infinite
loop hahahahaha...got used to it ...... I told you well, I Just a i dog blooded
dirt dog, yesterday was really nothing, there will be more dog blooded ......
honest dirt dog rubbing little hands hands ......
Chapter 168 - Don't You Don't
Want Me
Xie Qingcheng was numb for a long time before he finally realised that he
had shed a tear.

That feeling is unfamiliar.

He thought sluggishly, so he could still shed tears, could he?

His heart finally filled up, and a load of indigestible emotions came out in
drops of tears that he didn't want to shed.

It's too cowardly.

He wanted to.

It's pathetic.

He was thirty-three, a man of his age, and for what had he been pushed to
this point? He didn't like the label of weakness in himself, he always
wanted to be the strong, the elder who could give an infinite sense of
trust, but it was just one night, just one night.

It's all ruined.

At this moment, he suddenly felt infinitely tired, as if he had walked a

long, long road, and had been alone for a long, long time, and he wanted
to get rid of all the thorns on the road in the limited time he had, so that
the people he was protecting could set off on a straight path after he left.

He wanted to teach them how they should move on.

Take the stance of a reliable older brother.

But he became a homosexual who, in the eyes of his descendants, served

others with lust and tangled shamelessly with boys.

He became a despicable hypocrite who could be played with at will by his

juniors.
Xie Qingcheng, held by He Yu, did not raise his arms to break away from
him, he was so terribly calm, so calm that He Yu did not dare to go mad
again. Finally he said, almost numbly, before his tears dried, "Let go, He
Yu."

"...... I knew you liked me, and I thought I could control your feelings. It
was I who overestimated myself. Instead of pulling you up, I went down
with you ...... I should have stayed away from you the day I knew you liked
me. I thought I could let you down slowly, but really I just let you fall
deeper and deeper and gave you needless hope."

I even let myself fall into it.

"It was my ego that got the better of me."

"Time and time again, I have misjudged and hurt you. I deserved to end
up in this situation."

He Yu shook his head, already sobbing.

Xie Qingcheng slowly rolled his eyes and dropped his gaze to his face, but
his eyes were still unfocused.

"...... You always seem to be more sad than happy after being with me;
you used to almost never cry, but now you always shed tears in front of
me."

He Yu wiped the tears away with force and rasped, "No, Xie Qingcheng.
I ...... I'm happy every day I'm with you, I ......"

"And will you still be happy now that you're like this?"

"......"

"We're going to have to face this day, He Yu." Xie Qingcheng's voice was
like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples, "Think about it, I'm a
divorced, thirteen years older than you, I was never a gay man. I'm ......"

He paused for a moment, then gritted his back teeth before struggling to
get the words out that he was once ashamed to admit even to himself.

"I had that relationship with you because I was drugged and dazed by you,
and then I slowly became what I am today. Do you remember that?"
He Yu was slapped in the face and was unable to say anything.

"Do you think I will accept you?"

Xie Qingcheng said, so wooden, so cold, so broken, digging out the pieces
of his heart, little by little, with blood, and presenting them to He Yu, piece
by piece.

"And you know it, after that night I spent with you at the clubhouse I kept
having nightmares, I woke up every day I felt incredibly sick, I'm a
man ...... He Yu, I'm a fucking man! I didn't send you in then because I
couldn't pull this face of mine, I'm not gay."

He Yu's eyes were scarlet, but they were moist: "So you think I am?"

"......"

"Do you think I am, Xie Qingcheng?"

He hugged him and couldn't stop asking him that.

"Do you think I am? ......"

The voice was so helpless, so humble.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't want to hear any more.

He had never before thought of rehashing old scores with He Yu about the
empty night, those wounds he had suffered, which he had never had the
pride to cover up and not let He Yu see his scars and blood.

And now he had to kick him out.

Although after all the life and death he had experienced, he no longer
wanted to hold a grudge against He Yu for the mistake he had made when
he poured a glass of wine, he had to expose all those wounds to him and
force him to leave.

"You? ...... you are." Eventually, Xie Qingcheng slowly propped himself up
and sat up as he pushed He Yu away, using the hand that barely exerted
any strength.
With red eyes, he put his clothes in order, as if at the same time, he was
putting together his own wretched, soldierly mess this night.

He took a deep breath and said to him in his calmest, and most
determined voice, "Once upon a time I didn't know if you were, but now
you are gay and I still am not."

"What I was thinking about, is that we are both men. Two men just don't
have an emotional relationship with each other even if they sleep ......
You're asking me why I slept with you - then I'll answer you - it was with
this self-loathing that I later mentality in numbing myself and making one
mistake after another with you. It's that I'm fucking out of my mind, not
that I like you. Do you get it?"

The words he had not said before, the words he had not intended to say
later, were all spoken now, as if he had kicked the teenager hard in the
heart.

When Xie Qingcheng finished, his own eyes flushed a little with emotion,
he rose, his chest heaving, his eyes looking down at the boy sitting rigidly.

He realises that if he keeps saying things that don't hurt, or even blaming
himself, for fear of He Yu's illness, He Yu will never let it go.

He finally said hoarsely, "Now I've decided to end it. Let's turn the page.
Do you know how to turn the page? Do you want me to show you by
hand?"

He Yu said in a mournful voice: "Brother ......"

"......"

"I can't turn the page ...... I really like you ...... I know we have a lot of bad
memories from before ...... but can you tell me ...... is there any way we
can start over again ...... is there any way ......"

Xie Qingcheng's look was so hard, but the ends of his eyes were still wet
with undried moisture. He looked at He Yu steadily for a moment and said,
"...... No."

"No more, He Yu. I don't need your compensation nor do I need you to
apologize again. I'm not talking to you about the clubhouse incident for
anything but to remind you that I couldn't have been in love with a man at
all. If you really feel guilty about that past, I only ask you for one thing."

"......"

"From now on, please mind your own business, don't hurt yourself, don't
hurt anyone, do your best, be good, live and be good. And then, please -
stay as far away from me as you can."

He paused for a moment.

"That's the most kindness you can give me, the most kindness you can
give me."

"......"

"Keep to yourself for a while."

"...... Brother ......"

"I'm off."

He didn't want to stay in this dormitory any more, he was too upset and
he needed to go back to a place he could call "home" to curl up and heal.

Even though he had no parents left long ago and his sister was leaving
home.

But he still had a Xiaoxiao house in Strange Rain Lane, the last place
where he could rest and hide away to relieve himself.

When he finished, he pushed the door open and walked out.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng !"

He Yu stumbled after him as if waking up from a dream and tried to grab

his hand.

But Xie Qingcheng looked back at him from the aisle and he said, "Do you
really want to keep pushing me and yourself like this?"

"......"
"I told you we'd have to do this someday, He Yu."

"You should drop it."

The moon shines diagonally, he on one side of the walkway, He Yu on the

other, and a little moonlight pours in through the side window grilles.

Xie Qingcheng stares at He Yu for a moment, his eyesight becoming

blurred so that even by the moonlight he cannot make out He Yu's
expression at this moment. He turned and left.

He leaves with a gaze so weary, so weary, that it becomes a thorny iron

lock that strangles into He Yu's flesh and blood and binds him all over.

This time He Yu, did not catch up.

It was only when he reached the stairway that He Yu shouted, " Xie
Qingcheng ."

The voice seems to be bloodied, trapped and choked, like the howl of a
wolfdog that has gone mad and is at a loss for words.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and did not turn around, and as he walked
down the steps, He Yu shouted again, "Xie Qingcheng!"

The voice was a little louder than before, a little more desperate, as if
trying to get him to turn back, even if only to stop for a moment.

Xie Qingcheng seemed colder than ice and harder than iron, and still he
didn't even give him a half-hearted pause.

Xie Qingcheng eventually disappeared around the corner and behind the
empty walkway, faintly, came the last cry: " Xie Qingcheng ......"

Perhaps it was the distance, but it sounded horribly deep, like someone
who had been slain after a desperate struggle, whose hot blood had run
out and who had become a ghost again, with hate and hurt, ghostly rising
from the dead body.

Xie Qingcheng stopped his heart and, like a soulless puppet, left the long,
empty corridor without looking back.
He is far away.

He Yu bowed his head and slowly curled down as if he had been stabbed
with some blunt object, he suppressed a choked sob, hugged himself and
dropped to sit on the dirty doorstep ......

Once again, the pain in my chest was excruciating.

It was real pain, the kind of pain he had never felt before.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction Xie Qingcheng had left, as if
even his pupils were red.

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

He shivered, embraced himself, lost in thought and murmured ......

He's so uncomfortable, his monitoring tape is completely spiking red and

he desperately needs to take his medication ...... he needs to take his
medication ...... he can't let him look bad ...... where's the
medication... ...where are the pills ......!

He rushed inside Xie Qingcheng's dormitory, wailing heartily as he tried to

restrain himself on one side and was about to be driven mad by the
intensity of his emotions on the other. He went to pour water ...... he took
the medicine he had been carrying with him all these days ......

He Yu was so broken up that he didn't even notice that behind the porch
pillar, which he hadn't seen, there was a man who had been standing with
a look that seemed even more numb and painful than his -

It's Chen Man.

Chen Man did not leave.

Worried about Xie Qingcheng, he did not leave, but hid behind a pillar in
the corridor outside the dormitory. So he saw the intense entanglement
between them and heard the entire conversation between Xie Qingcheng
and He Yu.

Chen Man stood there with cold hands and feet, as if his soul had been
taken from his body and emptied.
Chen Man looks down at his trembling hands ......

He was obviously the one who met it first.

But he missed it all for his pure goodness, gentleness, and stoicism......
missed it all!!!

He tilted his head back, resignation and pain burning his heart, his eyes -
already bloodshot.

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Author has something to say.

Although both chapters are only 3000+, I still hope you can in good
conscience say that the meatpack is not short and very thick and long ......

Little Theatre

He Yu: Chen Man, are you going dark? I don't think you can hack it.

Chen Man: Why.

He Yu: Because you are a police officer and in the name of the people you
are not allowed to go dark. You have to be a good person.

Chen Man: ......... has a point, I can't let the people down. I want to be a
good person.

He Yu ： That's right.

Chen Man: But that doesn't stop me from stealing someone from you.

He Yu: ????

Chapter 169 - Don't you dare not

see me
When Xie Qingcheng returned to Rainy Lane, Aunt Li was coming out of
the house to get something - she had a bamboo basket of peel in the sun
in the courtyard and drank some hot water every night before bed.
Li Miaoqing was startled to see Xie Qingcheng appearing in front of Rainy
Lane in such a distraught state and said, "Little Xie? What's wrong with
you?"

Xie Qingcheng is confused, but instinctively does not want her to see him
in this state of disarray.

But Li Miaoqing had already stepped forward, looking back and forth at
him with nervousness and concern.

She was alarmed.

Her Little Xie's clothes were all wrinkled, three or four buttons had been
ripped off her collar and she could not fasten them at all, her neck was
covered in stinging hickeys and her lips were bitten and still bloodied.

What frightened her more was Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were always cold and sharp, but now they looked
like a damaged camera that had been out of focus for a long time, and the
peach blossom eyes were even slightly red, as if they had been crying.

Li Miaoqing's heart leaps with fear, as she was a young woman who had
been involved in the sex scene, she can still not understand what is
happening.

She shuddered, " Little Xie, you ...... you ......"

Xie Qingcheng said, " Aunt Li, I'm fine, I just fell down accidentally on the
road ...... You should get some rest, I want to go home."

The most absurd thing about young people is that they think they can
hide it from their elders who are half a century old.

Aunt Li's eyes widened and her face went white: "But you're ......"

She wanted to ask a question, but the words stopped immediately before
they reached her lips.

She knows how much Xie Qingcheng wants to be strong and how much
she takes her own face as an old man seriously.
She didn't dare ask him again, but she couldn't let go of his hand. They
stood there in the courtyard for a few moments, and then Li Miaoqing
couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Many, many years ago, she had a boyfriend who, when he found out she
was a former courtesan, not only refused to go out with her again, but
also violently abused her, despite the fact that she was already a virgin,
and then called her a prostitute. She came to the police station as if she
had lost her soul and met Zhou Muying.

At that time, Zhou Muying looked at her several times, but first said
nothing, but reached out and hugged her.

She now holds Xie Qingcheng, she doesn't know what happened to him,
but she remembers the comfort that a silent hug can bring.

She kept patting his back and said with a sobbing voice, "Good girl, Little
Xie, it's okay, it's okay ......"

Xie Qingcheng said hoarsely, "...... I want to go home ......"

"......"

" Aunt Li, I want to go home ......"

Li Miaoqing wiped her tears, not knowing how to comfort him, but finally
let him go and looked at him worriedly as he entered the house tiredly.

That night, Li Miaoqing sat in her own room, listening to the commotion
next door, thinking back over the many things that had happened before -
she was no fool, Xie Qingcheng's clasp, the hickey on the side of his neck,
the blood on his mouth... ...all would never have been left by a female.

She pondered for a long time, and a figure gradually came into her head.

It was a teenager who had to stay with Xie Qingcheng on New Year's Eve
instead of going home. The teenager looked very well behaved at the long
banquet and all the neighbours were eager to introduce him to someone,
but he smiled and declined, but glanced at Xie Qingcheng as if he was not
there.
Later, when Li Ruoqiu returned, the boy stopped eating and followed him
to the door of Xie Qingcheng's house, waiting as if he was afraid of what
might happen inside.

That night, the teenager slept at Xie Qingcheng's house.

It was only then that Li Miaoqing realised that the sounds of arguing and
smashing that she had heard on New Year's Eve were not the sounds of
some movie that they would later spout.

She had also heard the creaking of the bed and the thumping of the walls
that night, but she hadn't thought much of it at the time, and even
thought she was dreaming, but now it seemed that it hadn't been a
hallucination.

And the next morning, she saw Xie Qingcheng and the teenager pulling
and tangling in front of the house, and as soon as he saw her coming, the
teenager suddenly took off his scarf as if he was trying to hide something
and blocked Xie Qingcheng's neck ......

Li Miaoqing was so enlightened that the teacup she was holding fell and
smashed on the floor.

No wonder Xie Qingcheng didn't even bother to go when she asked him to
go on another blind date, he kept putting it off, so he and the kid-

This is ridiculous ...... This is ridiculous ......

Xie Qingcheng was a very strong man, he didn't shed tears easily. But Li
Miaoqing couldn't help herself, she raised her hand and covered her
mouth with a sob that she couldn't hold back, tears coming out of her
eyes.

Little Xie How can he be so ignorant ...... That is a rich young man who is
not even twenty years old, and at a glance he is a playboy, how can a boy
like that use any sincerity to people, how can he take care of people? He
is ...... out of his mind! To be entangled with a boy like that!!!

Li Miaoqing closes her eyes and tears keep falling.

And a wall away, Xie Qingcheng is lying in bed with his clothes on, having
clearly never started with He Yu, so there is no such thing as a break-up.
Who knows that this kind of separation, which is not a break-up, can be
more traumatic than a real separation between lovers and couples?

Woodenly suppressing his emotions, he raised his hand and turned on the
bedside lamp.

It was a light that imitated underwater light and shadow, with hazy
jellyfish projected in the light.

Xie Qingcheng lay alone in this light all night, his mobile phone resting on
his pillow with the data from He Yu's mood bracelet on it.

He is clearly broken himself, yet he still remembers to keep an eye on He

Yu's stats so that He Yu's spirit doesn't fail him and he continues to spiral
out of control, slipping into a rampage.

Fortunately, it doesn't.

The bracelet showed red for a while, but it came down. Xie Qingcheng
knew that he was probably on medication, but he couldn't help him this
time ...... It was a hurdle He Yu had to cross on his own, and he could only
watch him cross it from a deserted place.

A whole night of undersea solitude, a whole night of orange and red

monitoring light flashes.

Xie Qingcheng lies broken on the bed with his eyes open, as if he has
thought a lot, and as if he has thought nothing more.

Until dawn.

Li Miaoqing got up early in the morning and put an ice pack on her red,
swollen eyes.

She had thought better of it, she would not ask Xie Qingcheng anything
more, it was most unacceptable to rub salt into a person's wounds. What
she should do now is to take good care of him.

Xie Qingcheng has never liked to talk to anyone about his problems since
he was a child. Whenever he encountered something, he would just shut
the door and digest it himself.
When he lost his appetite, he could barely eat anything but Li Miaoqing's
small wontons in chicken soup or simple home-cooked rice with Shanghai
green vegetables.

Li Miaoqing is ready to catch the earliest batch of wontons with his

vegetable basket, and goes to the market to buy wontons skins, meat
fillings and the freshest Shanghai greenery.

She had only just walked around the small plastic foam box vegetable
garden in front of Uncle Liu's house and reached the entrance of the alley
when she saw the shameless, shameless little brat who had done
something to Xie Qingcheng, sitting on the edge of the road outside the
alley, hugging his knees, his eyes red.

When he sees someone coming out of the alleyway, He Yu rises

immediately, leans forward and shakes slightly, but when he sees that it is
not Xie Qingcheng, his expression quickly drops again, wilting like a
frosted aubergine.

This confirmed Li Miaoqing's suspicions.

The woman in the flowered pyjamas had no qualms about beating a

hungover teenager in the street at 5.30am. As she beat him, she cursed,
"How dare you come here? You have the nerve to come here!"

He Yu stunned, he huffed the tip of his reddened nose and let the older
woman hit him, only asking, "Auntie, how do you ...... you know ...... did
he.... he told you all about it?!"

Li Miaoqing is so angry that he is getting high blood pressure.

Look what he said!

What a way to get yourself killed! She was right about everything! It was
this homosexual bastard!

She threw the vegetable basket away, pointed at He Yu's nose and
cursed, "I don't need him to tell me? I saw what he was like when he came
back yesterday, you think I can't guess? I've been hanging out in a messy
dance hall since before your son was born, what can I not guess? What?
You tell me what you did last night! You have the nerve to come to him!"
She cursed and pushed He Yu hard, "What kind of a son of a bitch are
you? What are you? He's so old and you still want to pick him up and play
with him, then force him and dump him to look like you're so good that
you can go out and brag to your friends, right?"

Li Miaoqing, after all, comes from a background as a courtesan, and what

she makes up is a completely different drama.

The more she scolded, the sadder she became, she lifted her slipper feet
and kicked He Yu: "What are you playing at? Is he the one you should play
with? A man like you ...... has no lover, and you want to mess with him! He
still has the fucking face now! How dare you still come to him!!!"

He Yu was also smart enough to quickly find out what the situation was
like on Li Miaoqing's side.

He let her beat him without a word, and the woman really didn't show
much mercy in her punches and kicks, and when she had easily slowed
down, she pooh-poohed the hair she had inadvertently eaten out of her
mouth that was floating in front of her, and then glared at him with a
gasp.

"You go ...... you get out of here!"

He Yu didn't say anything until then, and with red eyes he said, "Aunty, I
just wanted to ask how he is now ...... I yesterday ...... I yesterday... ..."

"It's not dead!" Li Miaoqing angrily interrupted him in a shrill voice, "He's
not dead! You still have the nerve to mention what happened yesterday,
do you want me to drag you to the police station, huh?"

"......" He Yu knew she had misunderstood.

But he didn't want to refute it either.

If he hadn't seen the tears at the end of Xie Qingcheng's eyes yesterday,
would he have done anything less than beastly in his drowsy sadness? --
he didn't know.

And he also remembered that he had indeed done what Li Miaoqing had
described as bestial in the clubhouse. Even though nothing like that had
happened yesterday, who was he to argue against it?
"Why are you still standing there? Get out of here right now! If you don't
leave, he won't call the police, I'll fucking call the police I tell you! The brat
...... also led you home for New Year's Eve dinner in the first place, really
farmer and snake ...... you ...... you ...... old mother I'm used to seeing
your kind of playboy little brats." Li Miaoqing became more and more
angry as she spoke, and as the road became less crowded and hardly
anyone passed by, she became more and more reckless in her curses,
pointing at He Yu and cursing, "Old mother - used to seeing you fops! All
you know how to do is play with people!"

"Aunty, I didn't try to play him ......"

"You still have the nerve to say you didn't play? ...... good ...... good! You
say, you sat at the entrance of our alley on New Year's Eve, did you have
an early intention to play dirty and deliberately make him get down and
have to bring you back?"

"......" He Yu's lips quivered and he couldn't even argue, "It's ......"

Li Miaoqing is even angrier.

"Did you see how good-looking he was and couldn't let go of him, so you
wanted to chase him and mess with him for a long time, pestering him
and forcing him to be good to you?"

He Yu said softly, "...... is."

Li Miaoqing all shaking: "Then you say - that night, New Year's Eve that
night, you are not taking advantage of Little Xie his ex-wife back, his heart
is difficult, you will be in the New Year that night ...... You ...... you lured
him, you coaxed him ...... you ...... you took advantage of the fire, you
coaxed him to lose to you that night, you bullied him for a whole night, did
not you! "

He Yu's lips quivered and he couldn't even argue: "...... Yes ...... but ......"

"There's nothing but!" Li Miaoqing was so angry that he slapped him

across the face, "Bastard! Xi Menqing isn't even as brutal as you are!
Open your eyes! He's a man! He's your eldest! You have no shame in
doing it to him! What? You're not even a human being!!!"

He Yu doesn't want to explain anything.

He just said muffled, "I ...... I want to see him again ...... okay? Is he, is he
okay?"

"What are you looking at? He's better off without you! He's better off
without seeing you!" Li Miaoqing snapped, "Now get your ass back out of
my way! I'm his godmother! I'll take good care of him, and you're not
going to continue to be here to treat him as you please, to play around
with him and bully him! What's the matter? You're done humiliating him
and you're sorry you didn't have enough, so you're going back to the
reconciliation thing?"

He Yu is so wronged.

When did he ever give up on Xie Qingcheng?

How dare you take Xie Qingcheng at his beck and call?

But Li Miaoqing was so angry that both eyes were spitting fire, and He Yu
didn't know how to calm her down and explain to her what was going on.

In fact, his own heart is so broken that he clings on to what Xie Qingcheng
asked him to do when he left - to calm himself down and not let the
disease get the better of him.

It was with this one sentence that he was able to hold on and still stand in
front of Li Miaoqing like a normal person.

Li Miaoqing's eyebrows rose angrily and went straight to her temples:

"You're still not fucking going?"

He Yu Zhang opened his mouth, finally could not say anything more, he
was silent for a while, red eyes to Li Miaoqing said: "Auntie ...... then
you ...... take good care of him... ...If ...... he needs me, if he needs
anything, you contact me, okay? I'll give you my number ......"

He didn't care what Li Miaoqing's reaction was, this was his last line of
defence.

He gave her his number hard, then turned his head and left, very tired
and despondent.

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What the author has to say.

Philosophy (?) A little theatre, The Pattern

Small pattern - Lv Zhishu: My son must have been confused with a

woman.

Medium pattern - Empty Night Club attendant: Xie Qingcheng must be the
attacker, sleeping with He Yu all night and asking him to pay for it later.

Big picture - Li Miaoqing: I could tell right away that it was He Yu who took
advantage of Xie Qingcheng.

Professor Xie's classroom summary: A person's vision and pattern are

determined by his or her experience. That's why even the same thing, the
same thing, looks different to each person. There is only one world, but
the world in each pair of eyes is very different. This is why human beings
are not united in their sorrow, joy, love and hate.

Chen Man: Xie Qingcheng is so handsome.

He Yu: It's not your turn to say.

Chapter 170 - Promised the

marriage
Xie Qingcheng has taken a leave of absence from work to rest at home for
two days.

He had been lying almost motionless on his bed, the monitoring data on
his phone set to alert him if a threshold was exceeded for a long period of
time.

But the alarm never went off - He Yu didn't want to disappoint Xie
Qingcheng, so he tried to restrain himself and did everything he could to
keep himself from having an attack.

The next afternoon, Xie Qingcheng woke up from a blur of light sleep to
find a man sitting in front of him.

He thought it was Li Miaoqing and said to her, " Aunt Li, go about your
business, I'm fine ......"
"Brother."

A soft call, full of sadness and worry, brought Xie Qingcheng back to his
senses, and he looked to see that it was not Li Miaoqing but Xie Xue who
was sitting by his bedside.

"......"

It had been a long time since he and Xie Xue had gotten along, and ever
since the affair between Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng became public, Xie
Qingcheng hadn't given his sister a good look. Xie Xue is still a bit
frightened to face him, but because he is obviously ill, she can't help but
be concerned.

Her face was a mixture of emotions, making her expression look even
slightly comical.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... What are you doing back? No class this afternoon?"

"Aunt Li said you weren't feeling well, so I took time off to keep you
company." Xie Xue helped Xie Qingcheng to sit up and took a duck down
pillow for him to lean on.

Xie Qingcheng has changed into clean clothes, and the room is not lit, so
Xie Xue cannot see the hickeys on Xie Qingcheng's skin.

She took his hand in hers with concern, and whispered softly, "Brother,
how are you?

Xie Qingcheng was already in a bad mood, and when he looked at her for
a moment, he felt even worse, so he turned his face away without saying
a word.

Xie Xue was sensible and asked no more questions.

After sitting with Xie Qingcheng for a while, she suddenly thought of
something and said, "Brother, wait a little."

The little girl went to the table to tinker with something, and a few
moments later she went and returned, having opened a can of yellow
peaches.
"You see, when I was sick as a child, you would coax me with this kind of
canned fruit, so that I would behave and take my medicine, and then I
would have yellow peach candy water to eat." Xie Xue scooped up a
spoonful and handed the fruit that was so sweet at first glance to Xie
Qingcheng, "I was so coaxed by you that for a while I thought the canned
yellow peaches were hospital medicine, and I thought what medicine was
so delicious, and I was so happy to be able to eat this kind of medicine
when I was sick."

Xie Qingcheng took the spoon and ate two bites with no expression.

Then finally spoke, "That's because you weren't smart enough to be

gullible as a child."

Xie Xue: "......"

"It's the same growing up."

Xie Xue knew he was talking about Wei Dongheng again and was a little
sad.

Xie Qingcheng slowly finished the can of yellow peaches, and Xie Xue
didn't say another word during the whole process.

He put the empty glass jar aside to regain some strength, and only then
did he notice that among the things Xie Xue had brought home were
bird's nest, ginseng, propolis, wormwood, iron-skinned maple dou - in a
word, all these tonic products would kill or maim him if he ate them all.

It was so over the top that the person who gave the gift seemed to have
no medical knowledge at all and just caught a chance to curry favour,
almost bringing the whole National Medical School of Medicinal Food to
show his sincerity.

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment: " Did Wei Dongheng bring you
here?"

Xie Xue hesitated, but nodded.

Xie Qingcheng: "Where is he?"

"He dropped me off here and left, he was afraid you'd see him get
angry ......"

Xie Qingcheng gave an icy laugh, "Is that little white hair still afraid?"

Xie Xue's eyes showed some sadness: "Brother, you don't ...... I know that
you are doing this for my own good. You are worried that I will be
deceived, you are afraid that he will bully me, that he will not learn. I
know that since I was brought up, I was afraid that I would get knocked
around and always wanted me to have a safe and smooth life. That's why
you were so wary of him."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Xie Xue: "I know all about it."

"But ...... but some days, can you trust me a little too?" Xie Xue
whispered.

Perhaps because Xie Qingcheng is ill and has little energy to argue with
her, or perhaps because He Yu's affair has devastated him so much, Xie
Qingcheng is finally shaken in his heart, believing that even the people
involved in a relationship are sometimes unable to understand it, let alone
outsiders.

Anyway, this time, Xie Qingcheng leans back on the pillow with a pale
face, but does not speak.

Xie Xue saw this and gathered enough courage to go on, "Brother, as I
told you before, I have been dating Wei Dongheng for more than a year,
maybe to an outsider it doesn't seem like a long time, but we both know
clearly that we miss each other every day we don't see each other, he
wrote me a lot of letters when he was in the northwest, and as you know,
he was originally not much of a writer ......"

Xie Qingcheng's cold face.

It looks like he was keen to comment on Wei Dongheng's lack of learning.

Xie Xue took his hand and said, " Wei Dongheng, a man who never let his
parents worry about him since he was a child, he skipped school, blew up
the streets and played pranks ...... I know all these, I used to hate him
because he was always bullying me, I thought he was particularly bad-
hearted at that time. It wasn't until one Christmas in high school that I
came home from school and saw him wandering around in the alley - I
was so scared then that he would see me and pull my pigtails again, so I
hid. Brother, do you know what I saw?"

"......"

"I saw him coming out of the convenience store with a bunch of snacks
and drinks in his hands, there were many homeless people lying on both
sides of that alley, he quietly put those things beside them while they
were asleep, then he rode his car and ran away quickly, probably because
he thought it was not cool to do good deeds and was afraid that his little
brothers would find out and laugh at him, he rode his car especially fast,
just like running away He rode very fast, like he was running away, and
when the wheel skidded at the end of the alley, he fell down with his bike
on the side of the road."

Xie Xue is caught up in the memory and can't help but smile.

"He stumbled up on the ice, looked nervously left and right, ran through
his hair, pretended nothing had happened again, straddled the bike again
and rode off at a crooked angle."

"......"

"That's when I thought that maybe he wasn't as bad as people were

saying."

When Xie Xue saw that Xie Qingcheng was willing to listen to her, she
slowly told him all the things that she had been keeping inside.

"Brother, when I was a child you taught me that you should see people
with your own eyes and not trust completely in the judgement of others. I
have watched Wei Dongheng for over ten years and he is not an obedient
and understanding person, but I am able to ascertain that he is kind and
responsible at heart. More than once in these ten years, I have seen him
take stray kittens and puppies to a pet rescue shelter, give food and drink
to beggars, and you know what ...... he would even look at a wild flower
blooming on the side of the road for half a day and giggle. He had a heart
that could find the humble and the beautiful." Xie Xue said, "It's just that
he never wanted anyone to know."
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, "Why doesn't he want anyone to
know?"

"Because everyone called him names, sarcastically compared him to He

Yu, he resisted and became more and more reluctant to be like He Yu, a
nobleman who was praised by everyone. He has a lot of pride in his
bones, which is similar to He Yu's." Xie Xue says, "After we started dating,
I asked him why he only let people see the bad side of him, but hid his
kindness and softness.

"He said Wei Dongheng is Wei Dongheng, so why should it be another He

Yu? Is it only right for children to be good at everything and be polite and
discreet like He Yu? He doesn't want to."

"I've actually observed both of them and I know Wei Dongheng is actually
much more simple than He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Brother, I really like Wei Dongheng."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to look weary: "How much do you like it?"

Xie Xue thought for a moment and said, "It's irreplaceable."

Xie Qingcheng did not expect such an answer from her, and his heart
fluttered violently as he looked at her with open eyes.

The same thing He Yu said to himself - I love you, I want to be with you
every second of every day, you can't be replaced by anyone or anything.

Xie Xue said, "Brother, I've liked him for ten years. I know that I will never
like another person as much as I like him."

Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned his face away.

"I have a diary with a lot of things written in it from the past, I think you'll
understand him better when you read it, if you'd like ......"

"That's your privacy, I'm not going to look at it."

"......"
Xie Xue was then silent for a while, a little afraid to speak again,
stumbling, and finally she said, "Then forget it, brother, if you really don't
want to talk about this matter, I'll stop, I'll tell you stories and jokes to
cheer you up, okay?"

She grabbed his hand and shook it once, sitting very slightly
uncomfortably crouched on the edge of the bed and looking up at him,
"We haven't had a proper chat for a long time. Brother, are you really still
angry with me?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a while and finally said, "I'm not angry with
you, I just blame you for acting too impulsively."

"What?"

Xie Qingcheng ： "You are a girl, you have to come into contact with him,
you should also learn to protect yourself, but you ......"

He didn't go on, but Xie Xue stiffened for a moment, understood, and
suddenly his face turned red.

Xie Qingcheng coughed, hating the irony: "You say you, do you act like
it?"

Xie Xue knows that she and her big brother are old-fashioned in their pre-
marital sex, and Li Ruoqiu used to complain to her that when Xie
Qingcheng and her were in love, they didn't even initiate a kiss, so it's
good to be cautious in a relationship, but it's so uninspiring that it's like
you're following a manual to get the job done.

Xie Xue only had to say, "Speaking of which ...... brother ...... there's
actually one more thing I've been meaning to talk to you about."

"What?"

Xie Xue again stammered without saying anything.

"......" Xie Qingcheng said, "Don't tell me that you two have talked about
getting married."

Xie Xue froze for a moment and froze, "How did you know that?"
Xie Qingcheng stiffened for a long time, then was expressionless and his
voice did not ripple: "...... You go and bring me the cigarettes on the
table."

Although Xie Xue did not want Xie Qingcheng to smoke, she dared not say
no to Xie Qingcheng under the current pressure. She obediently brought
the cigarettes to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng didn't even bother to care whether Xie Xue was around or
not, he lit a cigarette and smoked half of it without speaking.

The room is silent, the light from the window strobes in and out as the
curtains swing, the light shines on Xie Xue's face, and Xie Qingcheng looks
at the blush on that face that never fades.

Finally Xie Qingcheng asks, "When did you guys get the idea."

"He ...... he went to the northwest six months ago before ......" Xie Xue
stammered, "his family big brother you also know, is a military family, but
his personality is really not suitable for the army, his parents are planning
to slowly help him in business later, but before that, they said they would
let him go to the northwest to exercise, he promised is promised, just
made a request ......"

"What's the request." Xie Qingcheng's knuckles curled and tapped gently
against the ashes of his cigarette.

Xie Xue's cheeks were already red: "He and his parents said he wanted to
marry me when he got back from his workout and graduated. ......"

She immediately buried her face even lower, as if she was afraid that Xie
Qingcheng would smash the mug in her hand against her head and tell
her to get out.

To her surprise, she waited for half a day, but nothing moved.

It was a long time before she heard a soft click, which sounded broken in
the silence of the bedroom.

She smells the faint smell of tobacco and Xie Qingcheng, having finished
one cigarette, smokes another.
"Brother ......" Thank you for gathering the courage to lift your face in fear
and confusion, to meet Xie Qingcheng's face, shrouded in a heavy blue
haze, unable to see the frown.

Xie Qingcheng puffs quietly on this cigarette without looking at Xie Xue,
who is leaning against the back of the bed, his long fingers holding the
end of the cigarette, his gaze looking slightly lost, cast in the middle of the
snowy white ceiling.

When he didn't say anything, Xie Xue didn't dare to say anything else,
clutching her skirt and waiting tensely.

This one cigarette was also smoked out.

Xie Qingcheng dusted off his cigarette and discarded the last butts in a
nearby ashtray as he spoke, probably because he had smoked too much
and his voice was a little hoarse.

"So what do you think of yourself."

Xie Xue froze again.

She was ready to be scolded by Xie Qingcheng, but she never expected
Xie Qingcheng to ask her this.

Big brother Xie family has always been a dictator, he gave Xie Xue strong
protection but never cared too much about what she thought. So when he
actually asked Xie Xue the question "What do you think", Xie Xue's first
reaction was that she couldn't react.

"Since you've been honest with me today, let's talk about it all." Xie
Qingcheng, now at peace with himself after being so desperate, raised his
peachy eyes to look at his sister, "Do you want to marry him too?"

"I ......"

Xie Xue's face is so red that it seems to be dripping blood, but there is an
inexplicable light in her eyes. That light is familiar, Xie Qingcheng seems
to have seen it somewhere before, but he can't remember it.

"Brother ...... I really like him ...... I ......"

"You know marriage is not child's play. It's not the same as if you were
simply in a relationship. That's a responsibility to another person, a duty
and a contract. Do you think you and he are right for each other."

"......"

"I know you think he's kind and loyal. But he's younger than you after all,
and he's impetuous and notoriously willful in his actions, so you'll be tired
with him. Xie Xue ."

"These places, he, he's changed a lot ...... You guys don't know him ......"

"And what do you know about him?" Xie Qingcheng coughed softly, "You
don't have to tell me you've been watching him for ten years - that's just
one man's past, and what you've seen is only part of it."

"......"

"Do you know what his family's plans for his life are like? And do you know
what his plans for his future look like? You just said he wants to marry you
when he graduates and then go into business. That's the business world,
Xie Xue, that's not school. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

"Where is he?"

"...... twenty-three."

"He's only twenty-three, and after ten years, he'll only be the age your
brother and I are today. How much confidence do you have in ten years
that he will always like you? The business world is full of young, good-
looking girls, and to reach the position his family has would still be mixing
with people from the entertainment industry, and you're a teacher at an
art school yourself, you know more or less what the entertainment
industry is like. How many temptations and intrigues there are."

"But he won't, he's grown up-"

"He's only twenty-three years old, Xie Xue. When I was twenty-three I
would never have thought I would be like this today." Xie Qingcheng
pauses for a moment as he thinks of He Yu - he was twenty-three when He
Yu was just a ten-year-old, and who could have imagined the crazy things
that would happen between the two of them?

" Xie Xue, Wei Dongheng His life has just started and a lot of things are
unpredictable."

Xie Qingcheng lit another cigarette and smoked it with a slight cough.

He didn't finish this one before he put the cigarette out.

"Just take a step back and say that even if he really wouldn't initiate
anything. With his position in the world, he's not short of throwing himself
at people and socialising. Can you put up with that?"

"He and I said he wouldn't."

Xie Xue was very determined, and there was a certain light in her eyes
that Xie Qingcheng thought was very familiar, as if she had seen it
somewhere before, but she couldn't remember.

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a while, he was not angry when the matter
had come to this stage, he only asked very coldly: "There are many good
and loyal people in this world, Wei Dongheng is not the only one, what do
you really like about him?"

"I don't know, like this kind of thing ...... it's just ...... hard to explain ......
I'm just happy to see him, and he's the same, together we have a lot to
say and when we're apart we miss it."

"I've always been happy and at ease with the time I've spent with him, I
feel like he won't hurt me, and that feeling of security is the same as
when I'm with you, brother."

"Brother ...... can you understand that?"

Xie Qingcheng is silent.

If the Xie Xue of a year ago had said these things to him, he might not
have understood how she felt.

But at this moment, as he listened to the things she described, a string

deep inside him was gently touched - another person had played on that
string, only that person, Xie Qingcheng, could never give a response.
Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a while and said, "You don't regret it even if
your head is bleeding?"

"I'm not going to break my head."

"I'm asking you if you regret it afterwards."

"If my head does break, I won't regret it." Xie Xue's voice trembled slightly
as she spoke at the end.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't answer anymore.

He squinted his eyes through the smoke, his lips slightly parted, and
somehow it was as if he was looking at Zhu Chengbi and seeing He Yu,
who was holding his hand and crying on the day of his confession.

Suddenly he remembered where he had seen that glint in Xie Xue's eyes
before.

It was the moment when He Yu cut his heart open and finally told him how
much he loved him.

-- "I'm the one who has to break my head and mothball the light ...... I
don't think it's right either, but I love you anyway."

"Because I'm really crazy, I know the fucking end and I'm going to walk in
the dark to the end. So wretched and bruised and still wanting to hug
you."

"I'm all in the mud and dust and yet I still like the snow in the sky, I'm the
one who's doing it wrong, not you ......"

"It hurts to love you, Xie Qingcheng, it hurts to love you, I can't get ...... I
know I have to let go, but I'm still ...... still loving you day by day... ..."

Xie Qingcheng felt as if a part of his chest had collapsed.

He slowly closes his eyes.

For a moment, he looked as if he had aged many, many years.

" Xie Xue ."

"Brother."

"What if I insist on not."

"...... I ......" This time it wasn't the voice that was trembling, Xie Xue's
whole body was shaking slightly, and pain and suffering surfaced in her
flesh, the "If you ...... you insist on not ......"

"What are you going to do if I insist?"

Xie Xue sat on her knees in front of his bed, almost a little broken, her
eyes quickly pooling with tears, and after a long time she gulped, "......
I ...... will listen to you. Because I love you. I love you most of all. You
raised me, and no one knows how much you've suffered, and I think
there's even a lot of things even I don't know. If you really don't like him,
and you really insist that you don't want me to be with him, I will listen to
you."

"But brother, I'm never going to be happy."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes for a long time, but did not repeat his
words.

He lowered his head at last, as if holding back for a moment some

emotion that swept through his eyes that should never have belonged to
him, that he rarely had.

Then he got up - he was lying with his clothes together and it was
naturally easy to get out of bed.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to stay inside the house. He felt bad
inside, and this cramped space only made it more impossible for him to
breathe.

"Brother--"

Xie Qingcheng did not look down or back as he walked past Xie Xue, he
just reached out and put his hand in the top of her hair with the same
force she had used to come back to him in tears every time she was in
trouble.

Xie Xue tilts his head but cannot see Xie Qingcheng's unturned face.

All she saw was a tall profile of him and then heard him say, "Go on
then. ...... Remember, the path is your choice, and I hope you don't regret
it."

"Brother ......" Xie Xue shuddered even more.

"But if you do regret it later and you feel you made the wrong choice. You
shouldn't feel ashamed, people come into this world for the first time and
make many choices when they are inexperienced and are making them
for the first time. No one can anticipate what will be wrong or right. If you
are really wrong, just remember that as long as I am alive, at any time,
anywhere, you still have a home."

"I will take care of you and will be your support until the day I die."

Xie Xue's eyes burst into tears. She had never expected that she would be
afraid to talk to Xie Qingcheng about this, for in her eyes her big brother
was tough and powerful, but he was a dictator.

She had never expected that when she had really told him her decision
with all her heart and soul, he would give her such an answer.

She couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears. She got up, threw
her arms around Xie Qingcheng's waist and rested her cheek against his
back. How many times since she was a child has this broad, straight back
carried her home tired, injured and exhausted ......

Xie Xue, who was so happy, cried out and refused to let him go: "Brother!
Brother ......"

"What are you crying about." Xie Qingcheng still did not turn around, no
one knew how he looked at the moment, his voice was still calm, "You will
have to grow up on your own later, Xie Xue, I will always help you
though ......"

He said no more.

At this point, he paused.

Finally he slapped Xie Xue's hand: "Let go, you're too old to be
shameless."

"Shame on you."

"Loosen up."

"I don't want to be shameless."

"......"

"Brother, give me a hug, I love you so much."

"...... You're not fucking awake?"

"I don't want to be shameless."

"......"

The cold light in the room seemed to soften at that moment, and Xie
Xue's voice, choked with a little sob and a little laughter, came faintly
from the window.

"Brother, I'm going to Wei Dongheng's house for dinner next week ......
what do you think I should wear ......"

"The skirt can't go above the knee."

"...... ah ...... how did this happen again ......"

The words gradually became flat and warm.

Outside the house.

He Yu, who could not rest assured about Xie Qingcheng, was always there.

Leaning against the cold wall, he finished listening to the conversation in

the house behind him, straightened up, dusted off the ash that had
rubbed against the wall before the siblings could emerge from inside, and
walked slowly away alone.
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The author has something to say.

I liked a random stunt I said at Bluebird yesterday, so I'm posting it

hahahaha~

On the Difficulty of He

Dr. Strange: I've seen 3000000000 endings and only once, He Yu and Xie
Qingcheng got together.

He Yu: Great, so all the other 2999999999 endings can be deleted, I'll
hack the system now to delete those possibilities ...... only keep ...... well,
this one.

Chapter 171 - A Million Wonders

Before Xie Xue went to the Wei family, Xie Qingcheng gave her a beautiful
haircut.

When she was a child, Xie Qingcheng braided her hair, but when she grew
up she learned how to do it herself, but it didn't look as good as Xie
Qingcheng's.

Xie Qingcheng said, "When you get there, don't be afraid, say whatever
you want, just be yourself, you're my sister, you don't have to please
anyone."

Xie Xue nods.

I couldn't resist asking, "Brother, will you stay with me?"

"Can't. It's something you have to face yourself."

"......"

However, seeing her nervousness, Xie Qingcheng sighed and turned to

retrieve a small, antique brocade box from a locked chest of drawers.

Xie Xue was stunned: "This is ......"

"This was Mum's favourite jade pendant when she was alive. She wore it
the first time she went to see our grandfather, so let it go with you, so
that you can always remember that we are all here for you."

Xie Xue took the ruyi shaped pendant with both hands, her voice
trembling, "Wasn't this ...... previously broken by ...... by ...... by that
dropped and broken ......"

"...... I had it repaired by a craftsman in the antique city a long time ago."
The sudden mention of "that man" made Xie Qingcheng pause for a
moment, but he didn't bother to say anything else to Xie Xue, instead he
pulled the drawstring of the locket loose and put it on carefully for her,
revealing the chapter straight away, then said, "Try it on. "

The jade pendant is worn around Xie Xue's pretty neck, and both the girl
and the jade look elegant.

"Does it look good?" Xie Xue was a little apprehensive.

"Hmm."

"Really? ......" Still not so sure.

Xie Qingcheng: "So, do you think I look good?"

"Wow, of course you're handsome ...... from a young age ...... how many
little girls come to your door handing you love letters ...... when you were
in middle school there were girls chasing you to your door calling you
Hubby ......" Xie Xue muttered.

Xie Qingcheng immediately said, "Come on, let's not talk about it."

After a pause, he added: "You are my sister, so you have to have some
confidence. Xie Xue, you're very good, you're good at everything, you're
no better than the Wei family."

Xie Xue stared at him for a moment, and a warmth welled up in her heart.
She had grown up with the strength she gained from just talking to Xie
Qingcheng.

She reached out and hugged him, "Brother, thank you."

Xie Qingcheng pats her on the shoulder.

But after a few seconds ......

Xie Xue: "...... But brother, I'm, I'm still nervous."

Xie Qingcheng: ".................."

Never mind, it's understandable.

When Li Ruoqiu came to the door, he was so nervous just to have a meal
with Xie Xue Aunt Li that he could not hold his chopsticks in his hands, not
to mention the fact that Xie Xue had to deal with Wei Dongheng's family.

He wasn't going to comfort Xie Xue either.

"You look very pale." As he and Xie Xue parted ways, he sighed and
looked down at her, "You go and fix your make-up?"

"I'm so nervous I'm sick ...... literally nervous to the point of nausea and
vomiting ......" Xie Xue murmured bitterly.

"The nerve is usually quite big. Who did you let take it this time." Xie
Qingcheng handed her powder case to her, "Don't think too much about it,
if they can't see you then they're blind and I'm happy not to have to pick
up a big bargain for that little white hair."

Xie Xue: "......"

"Okay, it's going to be fine, don't worry about going."

Evening, Wei House.

"Come, come, come, Snow, sit down. Don't be nervous. Have some fruit?
Watching TV?"

"A, auntie I'm not sitting ...... what you're doing I, I I'll help you along."

Mrs. Wei laughed, "Why are you so panicked, we're not going to eat you."
When Xie Xue first came to Wei Dongheng's house, of course she was
very confused and she stood next to Wei Dongheng, not even daring to
breathe. Countless horrible thoughts came up at this time, what with Mrs.
Wei suddenly pulling out a cheque and saying that she would give you
500 million to leave my son, what with Wei's father sneering and saying
that just like you, you still want to enter our family's door? All sorts of
dogma scenarios are coming up, and it is impossible to control them.

She was sweating when she heard Wei Dongheng whisper in her ear, "I
know what you're thinking."

"Ah ......?" Xie Xue shuddered.

Wei Dongheng said, "It's an occupational hazard that you're imagining

things, so relax."

"Oooh ......"

"No one in our family is like what you think. They've been brought
up/raised by me to not have so many rules like the He Yu family, my
parents, my grandparents, including my siblings, my opinion always
prevails on what I want. Come, come with me upstairs and I'll show you a
picture of me as a child."

Xie Xue barely listened to all of it, she was so nervous she was on the
verge of tears: "Can I go back first ......"

"...... Have your meal before you leave. My grandmother personally

cooked you ginseng chicken soup, she rarely cooks and the last person to
have her bowl of soup was Mrs. xxx, so you have to be gracious enough to
try some."

Xie Xue stumbled on her feet when she heard Mrs. xxx's name, and only
thanks to holding on to the wall did she not fall down, she said in a
trembling voice, "Or, you might as well stew me up ......"

Wei Dongheng: "......"

This unseen panic reached its peak when she sat down at a table in the
restaurant with the Wei family.
Although Wei Dongheng is the most unconventional son of the Wei family,
the family loves him very much. For Xie Xue's first visit, the Wei family
paid great attention to him, except for a few of Wei Dongheng's brothers
who couldn't come back because they were busy. They were all seated
around a large round table in accordance with their elders and juniors.

Wei Dongheng introduces her first: "Let's start with the grandparents, this
is my grandfather."

Xie Xue immediately stood up and bowed towards the hale and hearty old
man in the main seat, "Hello, Grandma."

Wei family people: "......"

Wei Dongheng: "...... Grandma is over here. This is grandpa."

Grandmother Wei Dongheng, with her white hair in delicate curls, snow-
white skin and stylish lipstick, is still an old beauty, smiling and waving at
Xie Xue.

Xie Xue turned to Grandma Wei: "Sorry, I was wrong, hello grandpa."

Wei family The table held back for a while, but they couldn't hold back,
and with the old man as the leader, everyone burst out laughing.

"Old man, this little girl you've found is quite interesting and pleasing."
The old man said cheerfully, raising his hand to Xie Xue again, "All right,
all right, girl, sit down. We're all going to be family from now on, so don't
get so flustered."

Xie Xue was so frightened by the Wei family's presence that she lost her
composure. She was prepared to be ordered to leave, but she didn't
expect her grandfather to speak to her like this and raise his hand to her.

"...... are you, are you giving me a cheque?"

The old man's eyes widened and the hand that was pouring himself white
wine stopped: "...... What, it's not enough that my grandson gave it to
you, you want a cheque?"

Xie Xue stumbled over his words for half a day.

Mrs Wei smiled instead, "That's not what she meant."

Then kinda smugly, "I know what she means, I also watch the drama of
the gentry feud."

Wei Dongheng: "Mom, don't be ashamed of yourself."

"What's the matter? You're ashamed of your mother now that you have a
daughter-in-law?" Mrs. Wei smiled and winked at Xie Xue, "He's like that.
He wants to save face. I was worried that no one would want him, but
thank you, you've solved a big problem for me."

Xie Xue: "......"

How come this posh family didn't fling a cheque in her face? There was no
dramatic conflict in the story at all.

Her people froze.

--It's not that she hadn't come into contact with the extended family
before. The He family was one of those families with so many rules and
regulations, He Yu's parents didn't see anyone all day, the whole villa was
as cold as a haunted house. Xie Xue was once heard saying to the
housekeeper, "Don't let this kind of child into the house, there are too
many valuable things in the house, who knows if her hands and feet are
clean?"

She then became so angry that she refused to play at He Yu's house
anymore.

Because her first encounter with a wealthy family was with the He family,
she was somewhat repulsed by most of the people in this circle, and she
never imagined that it would be a completely different story with the Wei
family.

At the end of the meal, the Wei family were well educated but did not put
on any airs, and the family atmosphere was excellent, with lots of joking
and laughing and banter between the grandchildren.

Unlike the He family, He Yu and He Jiwei Lv Zhishu, when they sit

together, the three hardly even say a word.

Xie Xue is slowly becoming infected with the atmosphere and relaxing.
"Your hair is so pretty." Wei Dongheng's sister, a great beauty, smiled and
stroked Xie Xue's hair and said, "I have a hair crown in my workroom
upstairs, I designed it myself, it will look great on you, come upstairs later
and try it on with me, if you like it, I will give it to you and Lao San to use
in their wedding photos."

"You know how to design a hair crown!" Xie Xue was pleasantly surprised.

Sister Wei smiled and said, "Yeah."

"She did her PhD in Milan in a related field and is now a Chinese designer
for Bulgari."

Xie Xue: ".................."

"But I think her designs are particularly ugly and earthy to the point of
being a headache. I'll make you a straw wreath to wear on your head
some day, that's fairy-like."

Sister Wei grinned and grinded her back teeth: " Wei Dongheng, you're
going to die, aren't you?"

The conversation was lively, with ideas for a formal engagement in a few
months' time. Perhaps it was the military family that was so unpretentious
that they weren't ashamed of their unmarried girl, and the talk was like a
family.

Xie Xue's eyes are slightly moist as she sits here in the happy circle,
remembering the disapproval she received when she first came into
contact with this circle as a child.

She wondered why people always said that the Wei family was badly
brought up, that they had produced such a bad son as Wei Dongheng, and
that they praised Lv Zhishu and He Jiwei for being good - which was not
the case.

When the meal was almost finished, we had a lively conversation, and Mrs
Wei sat down next to Xie Xue, took her hand and started chatting with her
with a smile on her face.

"Are you getting used to all the food? Lao San said you like chillies, we
made some spicy stir-fries, is that good enough for you?"
"If you like it, next time you come let me know in advance and I'll even
have the chef make it for you."

"You're better now, aren't you, not so nervous, you'll get better
acquainted later, you can talk to us directly if you have anything to say,
we Dongheng is too capricious, if he makes you unhappy, you tell me, I
will scold him for you, I can even beat him up. ...... By the way, do you like
watching Princess Charming? How about "The Noblewoman's
Metamorphosis"?"

Wei Dongheng: "...... mum."

Xie Xue was suddenly surprised, "Auntie, you like 'The Metamorphosis of a
Noblewoman'!"

"Yeah!"

"That play was a part-time job I went to do as a scene manager when I

was in college!"

"Really?!"

Wei Dongheng: "?"

For some time, they both chatted and laughed until the head of Old Wei
ordered everyone to disperse for a break, but the two women still refused
to stop.

"Okay, okay, it's not like we don't have time to talk, you want to ask girl
Xie to watch the eight o'clock show with you, you call her." Old Wei said to
Mrs Wei, "And isn't it next week that we'll be celebrating Lao San's
upcoming graduation? We can chat at the party too."

"Right." Mrs. Wei said to Xie Xue, "Graduation season is coming up soon
and we are planning to have a party and invite many friends. You'll come
too, you're our future daughter."

Xie Xue is nervous again.

"It's okay, relax. By the way, I'm going to ask someone to design a more
formal and beautiful invitation, will you help me give it to your big
brother? It's about time we met up with him."
Xie Xue blushed and whispered, "Good ......"

Another said, "I also have a neighbouring aunt who is not related to me by
blood, but after my mother left, she was as good to me and my brother as
our own mother. Auntie, can I bring her too ......"

He blushed a little more as he said it, but was still firm.

Mrs Wei sized her up and finally sighed softly, actually a little heartbroken,
"It's rare to have a child who knows how to repay you like that." She
hugged Xie Xue, "Of course you can, we all have her to thank for that, and
your brother too, they have raised you so well and know so much."

That was the end of the meeting with the Wei family. Xie Xue had never
expected such a happy and relaxed meal, and she still didn't look back as
she was escorted around the large garden downstairs by Wei Dongheng.

He only kept giggling with Wei Dongheng, " Wei Dongheng, your mother is
so nice."

"That's very kind of your grandfather."

"Your sister is so nice."

"Your family are exceptionally nice."

Wei Dongheng looked at her like a fool, couldn't help but roll her eyes and
dragged her over, "What about me, you've ordered our whole family one
by one, how come I didn't."

"Oh, I forgot."

"...... forgot to pay for the compensation." He said pulling her a little closer
to him, smiling and lowering his head to embrace her.

However, it was at this point that ......

Xie Xue suddenly covered her mouth and jerked her face away, and a few
seconds later she blanched: "Vomit...".

Wei Dongheng was startled: "What's wrong with you? Did you eat badly?"
Xie Xue clutched his hand and shook her head, only to feel a wave of
nausea rise up her spine. She asked Wei Dongheng, "Where is your
bathroom? The nearest one."

Wei Dongheng took her there immediately.

In the washroom, Xie Xue had almost thrown up all of her dinner, but she
had managed to get over it and looked at her suddenly pale face in the
mirror for a moment, wondering why she was suddenly feeling so bad. But
as she thought about it, her heart suddenly stuttered, as if she had
thought of something.

This thought made the last bit of blood disappear from her face.

She, she wouldn't be ......

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

Xie Qingcheng's secondary school years.

Sister: Husband!

Sister: Husband!

Brother: Husband!

Senior: Husband!

Xie Qingcheng: ...... is annoying, why am I so handsome?

He Yu's secondary school days.

Sister：Husband!

Sister：Beautiful brother!

Brother: Pretty brother!

Senior: Wife!
He Yu: Come out of the last one, I promise I won't kill you.

Chapter 172 - There you have it

Xie Xue is really pregnant.

Some things are good, but they come at the wrong time, and people are
frightened and upset.

Fortunately, Wei Dongheng was about to marry Xie Xue, and the sudden
arrival of this child, although embarrassing for both young people, did not
leave them at a loss as to what to do.

After the initial chaos, it was as if the fast-forward button had been pulled
and everything started to move down the road in an orderly fashion.

The two parents met, and the marriage was discussed ...... Xie Qingcheng
knew how angry Xie Xue was when she was pregnant, it is not necessary
to say, but the rice was ripe, and he was the brother who could never
allow Xie Xue to be hurt, even if he was angry, but in the end he could
only grit his teeth and resign himself to his fate. But in the process, there
was a great deal of excitement. After everyone had gathered several
times, Xie Qingcheng smashed the sixteenth cup and scolded Wei
Dongheng for being an asshole, and Old Wei, an old cadre with a big
head, was so disgraced by Xie Qingcheng's scolding that he almost
couldn't hold his ground and wanted to fight with the youngster - we
finally decided The group decided not to argue.

What are you arguing about? Will arguing make the child disappear?

Old Wei head and Xie Qingcheng even blew up, but Xie Qingcheng got
angry and even scolded Xie Xue, the old man refused, "You scold my
family?

Xie Qingcheng smashed the seventeenth cup, that's my fucking sister, I

can scold her as much as I want!

After another meeting, it was decided to send out invitations to Wei

Dongheng's engagement party as soon as he received his diploma in June.

Xie Qingcheng's sister, whom she had protected and cared for alone for so
many years, was finally marrying a new woman.
But chaos has its advantages. Xie Qingcheng has been going back and
forth with the Wei family, worrying like hell every day, and has finally
been able to put his messy life behind him for a while.

He is busy for Xie Xue, and although he is noisy, he is always looking after
his sister's future, unlike when he is faced with his own mess, he doesn't
want to say a word and his eyes are full of defeat.

On this day, Xie Qingcheng accompanied Xie Xue to a luxury shop to try
on a bespoke wedding dress. After all, Wei Dongheng's sister was there,
so he didn't have to worry about the designer's taste.

While waiting, someone arrives outside and Xie Qingcheng looks up to see
Lv Zhishu and He Yu.

The invitation to the Wei family engagement party has been sent out and
Lv Zhishu has also received an invitation. For such a big occasion, she
could not dress casually, so she came to this luxury shop to buy her outfit
today.

She didn't see Xie Qingcheng when she entered the shop and was talking
to He Yu as she walked along: "Your father is not well lately and he is
always in a bad mood ...... I don't know what's wrong with him ...... Alas,
he can't go to this party. The actual fact that you are already twenty years
old and so handsome, you can receive things for him on behalf of our
family. I'll pick out your clothes for you later, you'll look better than Wei
Dongheng's little--"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw He Yu's face suddenly
change.

She stopped and turned her head to see the man who had made He Yu
almost unable to move his feet.

Xie Qingcheng sits on a white-gold sofa, dressed in a simple casual shirt,

his temperament calm and collected, his gaze falling on both mother and
son.

There was a subtle atmosphere in the air.

Lv Zhishu knew about the affair between Xie Qingcheng and He Yu, she
had even seen her son doing that with the older man in front of her on
video.
But she had to pretend she didn't know.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, on the other hand, had to do their best to hide
the fact that they had a relationship, which was not easy.

Too difficult, at least for He Yu.

He Yu's blood suddenly lost, even the luxury shop clerk could notice, the
clerk counter girl nervously said, " Mr. He, do you ...... feel uncomfortable
anywhere?"

He Yu: "...... no."

His eyes stared unblinkingly at Xie Qingcheng, then whispered, "...... I'm
fine."

Xie Qingcheng and Lv Zhishu are former employers and family doctors,
and have known each other for many years.

So Xie Qingcheng put the magazine down, got up, straightened his tie
with a slender hand and extended his hand towards Lv Zhishu.

"Mr. Lui."

Yo, this male b*tch/whore has two more faces.

Lv Zhishu thought to himself, but remained still, raising a slightly

exaggerated eyebrow and extending his chubby, grilled sausage-like five
fingers.

The two men shook hands quickly and released them.

"I'd like to congratulate Dr Xie." Lv Zhishu is, after all, a businesswoman,

for whom sweet, fake smiles are commonplace, and she can fake a silvery
smile even when her heart is bubbling and she is disgusted with Xie
Qingcheng.

"And congratulations to your sister, who has found a husband to her

liking. Where is Ms. Xie?"
Xie Qingcheng thanked him and simply replied, "She's in there trying on
clothes."

"So, ah, gee, we won't bother then." Lv Zhishu smiled, "Come on, He Yu
come over here, let's go over there. is Cindy Bai here?"

The waiter next to him was busy saying, "Mr. Lu, Cindy got married and is
no longer doing ......"

"Yah, isn't it with that ...... last customer ah ......" Lv Zhishu twisted and
walked while talking to the waiter three times, and after getting the
waiter's confirmation, she said. "Last time I thought that feeling when
they chatted was ambiguous, but that boss is over fifty, and doesn't he
have a wife?"

The waiter snapped and didn't dare to discuss anything more.

Lv Zhishu: "Nowadays these little girls who like to climb the rich and
famous oh, tsk tsk ...... He Yu, what are you still standing there for? Come
over quickly."

He Yu finally looked at Xie Qingcheng for a while before lowering his head
and following his mother to the other side.

Xie Xue was very slow in trying on her wedding dress, and in the end it
was Lv Zhishu and He Yu who changed first and walked out of the VIP
dressing room.

He Yu was dressed in a well-tailored suit, which slimmed his waist

beautifully, and he stood there in the hall, his long eyelashes hanging
down, winning the heartfelt admiration of those around him. He is indeed
too handsome, 189cm in height, well-built, refined and elegant, usually
not so obvious in his student clothes, but now in his suit, his temperament
is like new snow on the plum, a bitter coldness with white lips and teeth.

Xie Qingcheng is not a face-conscious person, but when he caught a

glimpse of such a figure, his gaze flickered for a moment.

He Yu looks into Xie Qingcheng's eyes from the mirror in a daze.

"......"

So many people, and he only looks at his eyes.

But it didn't take long for Xie Qingcheng to turn his attention away.

Lv Zhishu: "How was it, was it satisfactory?"

He Yu's eyes dropped and he responded perfunctorily, with a sadness on

his face that no outsider could read.

Lv Zhishu was complimenting her son on his beauty and enjoying the
agreement of the shop assistants. At the end, she suddenly saw the
monitoring bracelet He Yu was wearing on his wrist and said, "This
electronic watch is so simple and plain, and it doesn't have a brand, so
why don't you change it today too? Take this one off first."

He Yu stopped her in her tracks: "Mum, this is a gift from someone else."

Lv Zhishu raised his eyebrows, "Who gave it to you?"

"......" He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng for a moment and said, "Very

important people."

Lv Zhishu a ton.

At this point, how could she not know who gave her the damn bracelet?
Her fat cheeks twitched as she squeezed out a fake smile that she didn't
know whether to describe as hypocritical or hideous, and patted He Yu's
hand affectionately: "You're just too affectionate."

She turned to the waiter and said, "Alright, wrap it up and swipe your card
for the bill."

She saw with her own eyes today how deep her son's feelings for Xie
Qingcheng were - her son's eyes were glued to that man and he had no
regard for other people's opinions, while their family's original Dr Xie, who
was so lascivious in bed, was cold and aloof in front of people. The original
Dr. Xie, who was so lascivious in bed but cold and aloof in front of people,
was, in her opinion, a typical whore who wanted to make a name for
herself.

Lv Zhishu thinks that when people like Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue, who
have nothing, talk to rich men for affection, can it be because of affection?
It's all about money. The two siblings are better at seducing each other
than the other, and the older brother is even more indiscreet than the
younger sister.
After paying the bill, Lv Zhishu was about to say hello to Xie Qingcheng
and leave when the door to the VIP changing room on the other side
slowly opened and a slender, beautiful, jade-looking woman emerged from
inside.

The moment she stepped out in her wedding gown, the room was silent,
but the long, snowy, golden gown fell to the floor, and the light of the
white gown was like the smoke that hung over her body. The bride's
beauty and serenity seemed to light up the whole hall, making it all as
light as a dream.

Wei Dongheng's sister accompanies her, smiling and holding her hand as
she walks out.

"It was hard to find a friend to ask for a favour and get the designer to do
the expediting. Now it really doesn't seem like a waste of effort." Sister
Wei spoke up, which brought everyone's consciousness back.

Xie Xue blushed as she walked up to Xie Qingcheng and asked, "Brother,
do you think this is a good idea?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a while, a quietness that had been placed
over too many feelings, and then he said only two words very simply to
Xie Xue: "Very well."

There was so much joy in the family that Xie Xue did not even notice Lv
Zhishu and He Yu in the distance.

He Yu was probably the only one of them who did not keep his eyes on
the bride-to-be; his eyes kept falling on Xie Qingcheng's profile.

There was a time when he thought that if he worked hard enough, one
day they would be together as an ordinary couple, even if they couldn't
get married. Yet it was all just his own delusional dream.

The big brother who stood in front of Xie Xue, so good, would never be
his.

Lv Zhishu keeps staring at Xie Xue's face - the innocent, harmless, happy
look on the young girl, the look of an ordinary girl who is happy to be
marrying the man of her dreams, and the gorgeous, high-fashion wedding
dress she is wearing, all of which makes her suspiciously jealous for no
reason.
It was clear that she was so much older than she was, yet she still felt an
internal imbalance over the luck of such a commonplace little girl.

She hates seeing this ......

She was forever sick of seeing such a pairing of men and women.

Lv Zhishu stares at Xie Qingcheng and Xie Xue in the corner as they talk,
her mind growing more and more twisted as she shivers with anger for
some reason, her ears buzzing and her eyes flashing with visions of land
and light -

It's disgusting ......

Bitch ...... Brother and sister are both bitches ......

The strange hatred that had grown so strong had given birth to the seeds
of sin in her heart. A plan that had been swirling around in her head for so
long, but had never grown a clear face, finally broke through the ground
at this moment and suddenly began to take on a ghastly shape.

She thought she knew how to go about it.

Yes ...... as long as everything goes well ...... she can make this shameless
Xie Qingcheng, and Xie Xue who is ready to climb up the ladder, all end
up in a bad way... ...!

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

How to Write an End-of-Year Summary

He Yu: Although he didn't do much study work this year, he was able to
use clever language to make the school think he had done a lot ......

Xie Qingcheng: Although he doesn't like to write reports, he still opens his
office software and writes a very short essay, without any personal
emotions, basically listing his projects for the year.
Xie Xue ： Baidu search, find a template and give it to the leader to
change.

Chen Man: Seriously wrote a detailed report, printed out more than three
pages.

Chapter 173 - Charming at the

wedding reception
It's June.

The school holidays were over, Wei Dongheng received his diploma and
one day in mid-June, the Wei family took over a high-end resort in Hang
Zhou to host the wedding of Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng for a group of
guests.

The lodge covers a huge area, but is located in the heart of the city, next
to the State Hotel, so you can imagine the level of luxury. The lodge has
good taste, and is not just a place to show off its wealth, but a place of
sanctuary, with small corridors, pavilions and pavilions, all with springs in
between, some of which are only accessible by boat and paddle.

Wei family has booked this little Kyoto-like lodge for three days to give
guests plenty of time to settle in and rest.

The He family, a leading pharmaceutical company in Shanghai, was also

invited by the Wei Dongheng family.

On the day of the conference, He Yu came earlier than Lv Zhishu and He

Li because he wanted to meet Xie Qingcheng earlier.

"Mr. He, welcome, it's a pleasure." The welcoming lady was waiting long
before the shuttle bus arrived.

The guests on the lawn were in groups, all laughing and talking.

It is human nature to gossip, no matter where you are, and He Yu was

walking across the lawn when she heard two noblewomen, apparently
very close to each other, whispering.

"I've heard it's unmarried and pregnant."

"Who did you hear that from?"

"Everyone pretty much knows, it can't be hidden..."

"You say Mr. Wei is young to be jumping into a fire like marriage, and he
doesn't seem like the kind of man who is desperate to get married and
call it quits, is it because the other man has a baby in his belly ........."

In fact, He Yu knew that Xie Xue was pregnant.

But his biggest reaction to this was why Xie Qingcheng was not a woman.

If Xie Qingcheng had been a woman, and they had had so many
unprotected relationships, Xie Qingcheng would have been pregnant with
his child. That way, Xie Qingcheng might not have left him so easily.

Why can't Xie Qingcheng get pregnant? ......

He Yu comes to the hall in a state of disorientation and meets Xie

Qingcheng, who is standing with the elders of the Wei family.

In that moment, his heart felt like it had been hit hard.

-- Xie Qingcheng has subdued all his recent discomforts for his sister's
wedding. He was dressed in a black velvet suit with a silver-coloured silk
shirt under the collar, his hair meticulously combed and his dark brows cut
like a knife. The whole man had a calm and noble air and a handsome
appearance.

He Yu stood in place for a while before coming to his senses and greeting
the Wei family elders first, in accordance with the etiquette of a guest.

Then he came to Xie Qingcheng, his heart beating like a drum.

"Dr. Tse. "

"...... Hello."

Xie Qingcheng was the eldest member of the family, and even if he was
reluctant, he had to face the salute of the eldest son of the He family at
this moment.
He gave his hand to He Yu.

He Yu held on for one second, two seconds, three seconds ......

Xie Qingcheng let go of him.

He Yu enjoyed his warmth alone for three seconds as he looked into Xie
Qingcheng's eyes, then said, "Congratulations."

"...... Thank you."

There had been confessions between them that were hotter than fire,
words of love that were more entwined than mist.

They used to toss and turn, mingle in hot sweat, and not part for a whole
day and night.

Now it's just this thin, bony conversation.

He Yu took one last look at him and left.

For the rest of the day, he did not have much opportunity to speak to Xie
Qingcheng again.

Xie Qingcheng, as Xie Xue's only family member, has a lot of help to give.
Although Aunt Li is also here, she is too old to understand many things, so
Xie Qingcheng has to take over.

The afternoon of the wedding day was the peak arrival of guests.

He Yu saw many familiar faces among them, and to his surprise, his
personal doctor An Dongni was also there.

" Mr. He ." An Dongni, dressed in a pale pink suit and carrying a bouquet
of flowers and gifts, met He Yu by the Swan Lake and greeted him with a
smile.

"It's been a long time, Dr. Ann."

"It's been a long time." An Dongni looks him up and down and laughs,
"You, ah, almost always find me through WeChat. I don't feel at all
comfortable taking money from this personal doctor."
He Yu smiled and said nothing more about it. He looks at the gift An
Dongni has brought with him and makes way for him: "You are going to
the welcome side, I'll leave you to it."

He was actually slightly surprised to learn who An Dongni had invited as a

guest. An Dongni did not go straight to the elders of the Xie Qingcheng
and Wei family, but went deeper into the lodge with a bouquet of flowers
and gifts - but that was someone else's private business, and He Yu was
so disinterested in everything these days that he did not give it a second
thought.

When Chen Man arrived a little later, he met He Yu's eyes and the two of
them looked a little stiff, but they didn't say anything bad because it was
their wedding day.

When Chen Man went to greet Xie Qingcheng, the atmosphere was also a
little awkward. Although Chen Man had not yet broken the ice and told Xie
Qingcheng about his feelings, the confrontation that took place in front of
the dormitory that night was enough to make the relationship between Xie
Qingcheng and Chen Man less than what it once was.

As He Yu watched Chen Man's lost face from afar, his heart was filled with
a sense of sadness as it was filled with endless irony and pain.

He and Chen Man, one crazy, the other gentle, one claiming the other's
body before he fell in love, the other not daring to say "I love you" until
now.

But both young men ended up the same way.

They both lost in front of the iceberg, as disastrously as they could.

" He Yu, there you are, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Someone spoke at the back.

He Yu looked back and felt a blinding flash before he saw that it was his
mother with her head full of jewellery.

Lv Zhishu takes the hand of He Li, both of whom have just arrived.
He Li was still a little intimidated, even a little vain, at the sight of He Yu,
and he mumbled a greeting before wandering off.

"Have you seen the bride?" Lv Zhishu smiled, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

He Yu: "Didn't notice."

Lv Zhishu: "......"

"How's Dad?"

Lv Zhishu reveals some sad look: "Your father rests at home, may be a
little heavy sick, moody, do not like to talk to people ...... has been
shutting himself in the room, alas ...... I also dare not too I don't dare to
disturb him too much, people are most afraid of disturbance when they
are troubled, so let him be quiet for a while ......"

He Yu listened and nodded.

He Li was a little upset and muttered softly, "At least he's our real dad,
why are you so cold ......"

He Yu thought, "Then if he had taken care of me since I was a child like he

took care of you, I would have been able to write the word filial piety on
my head, just like you.

But he glanced at Lv Zhishu, remembering what He Jiwei had said to him

earlier, and did not say such harsh words after all.

He Yu just stared at He Li with a cool look for a moment, causing He Li to

shut up under his older brother's grim aura.

Then said, "It's quite a nice place, so you guys go ahead and get busy, I'll
wander around."

Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng had a new style of wedding, with less fuss.

Everyone knows that the main event is the evening banquet, and guests
have plenty of leisure to enjoy the scenery one step at a time before the
dinner begins.
The dinner starts at six o'clock and at four o'clock, in accordance with the
Wei family's special rules, the groom has a private talk with the bride's
father to learn from the elders who have taken care of the bride for the
previous part of her life, so that he can marry his beloved during the
upcoming feast.

As Xie Xue's father, Xie Ping, had long since passed away, the natural
replacement for this link was Xie Qingcheng.

The place where the two met was set up in the Xuan Pavilion inside the
lodge.

It is a private courtyard with a pond of koi and lotus flowers.

Xie Qingcheng arrived earlier than Wei Dongheng and waited quietly in
the Japanese box with its smoky candle aroma for Wei Dongheng to enter.

In fact, even on the day of the wedding, Xie Qingcheng still felt like he was
dreaming, after all, Xie Xue was marrying such a little brat, something he
had never thought of before.

But he had no choice but to let his sister like him, and his decisiveness
was almost useless when faced with the softness of his relatives.

After all these days, Xie Qingcheng is barely able to look at things without
tinted glasses, and finds that Wei Dongheng is not as bad as he is
rumoured to be. Although he was not quite the calm brother-in-law he had
envisaged, he didn't seem to be that bad.

Although stupid is really stupid, when he first met him officially, the little
white hair actually bowed to him and then nervously called him father-in-
law.

Xie Qingcheng can't help but raise his eyebrows when he thinks about it.

Ridiculous, he's that old?

Halfway through the tea on the table, he looked up at his watch and saw
that Wei Dongheng had not yet arrived.

It is also normal for the groom to be delayed by something.

He then waited a little longer.

But I don't know if the incense in the box is too heavy and the air
conditioning is not enough, but Xie Qingcheng slowly feels dizzy and his
body is warm.

He didn't think about it at first, he was still thinking about what he had to
say to Wei Dongheng.

For example, Xie Xue likes to eat mangoes, but if she eats too many she
will be uncomfortable, so she must not let her go.

Another example is ......

The teapot has been completely emptied of tea.

When Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to pour the tea, he found that
nothing would come out and that his hand was not strong enough.

How strange is ...... what's going on?

It's so hot ...... it's like heatstroke and there's no energy in my body ......
this feeling ......

Wait!

Xie Qingcheng's heart thudded.

How does this feel ...... like he's after drinking 59 degrees of plum in the
clubhouse ......

Xie Qingcheng was suddenly flabbergasted, and even though his mind
was dizzy at the moment, he suddenly understood that he was ...... being
fucking counted!

What is it about?

Tea?

No, I don't think so, he's only had that tea for a short while, it wouldn't be
digested that quickly, so it's ......
His gaze turned away and settled momentarily on the smoky incense
curling upwards.

It's incense!

Something is wrong with this incense!!!

The feeling in Xie Qingcheng's body was getting worse and worse, as if a
fire was burning, and if Wei Dongheng was there now, then-

The skin gradually became hot, but a cold sweat seeped out of his
forehead.

"......"

The heat in my body grew hotter and hotter, even as a fire burned deep in
my throat, a feeling of powerlessness surged through my body in bursts,
and my spine felt like it had been energised with a weak but unstoppable
current.

Xie Qingcheng caught his breath and raised his eyes to see his face in the
metallic decoration of the compartment.

His face had now turned crimson, as if an invisible sickness was steaming
between his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes had become, against their
owner's will, pools of fever.

Xie Qingcheng didn't dare to look any further, he turned his eyes
away ......

He ...... it's fucking ...... what's going on ...... who did ...... it!

The anger surged up and actually catalyzed the toxicity.

Xie Qingcheng immediately waist like over electricity, the body shivered
violently, all over the body shivered ......

At this moment, he could no longer imagine what would happen if Wei

Dongheng came on time and they were both trapped here.

After realising the extent of his opponent's design, Xie Qingcheng

suddenly smashed a glass on the table, picked up a sharp shard with a
trembling hand and slammed a gash into his hand!
"......!"

The pain made him grimace and stifle a grunt, but it also barely snapped
him back to consciousness.

With this moment of clarity, he held onto the table, braced his sore and
limp body, and stumbled to make his way outside the compartment ......
However, just as his fingertips touched the compartment door, the door
suddenly opened of its own accord.

Xie Qingcheng looked up with a start, but his eyes were blurred. His
body's senses had become very sensitive and he smelt a male scent in
the confusion, he thought it was bad and tried to leave, but the incense
was already spreading violently inside him.

His eyes were dizzy, his body was weak, and the next thing he knew, he
was leaning outward with unsteady steps, and fell suddenly on top of his
visitor ......

" Xie Qingcheng?"

The man was stunned, and his eyes reflected Xie Qingcheng's scarlet face
and eyes that were already lost in thought ......

This incense is far more powerful than the original 59 Degrees of Plum,
and the attack is overpowering.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... What's wrong with you? You ...... "

Xie Qingcheng's consciousness was in complete disarray, his brow was

almost frightened, the knot in his throat rolled up and down, his eyelashes
trembled. His strong instincts were still holding him up, making him try to
push away the man who approached him, but he had no strength left in
his hands.

"Go out to ......"

His wet, hoarse voice barely managed to piece together the words,
"Don't ...... come near here ......"
The man's arms wrapped around him and he sniffed a bloodier
androgynous scent between his nostrils, his body unable to withstand
such stimulation and he let out a low gasp.

"...... stay away, go ...... get out of here ......"

"......"

"Stay away from me ...... stay away from me ......"

But I don't know if it was the strong incense that had invaded the visitor,
but before Xie Qingcheng was in complete confusion, he felt the person's
heartbeat getting faster and faster, followed by-

Xie Qingcheng realised that the man had pulled the door shut with a
clatter and the room was plunged into a darkness of desire and ecstasy.

At six o'clock sharp, the banquet had begun.

"Where's the groom?"

"It's not here yet, there's still half an hour to go before the bride and
groom's entrance ceremony, what's wrong with him ......"

Wei family The second brother took out his phone and called again, "No
answer."

Lv Zhishu sits in her seat, unmoving, watching the Wei family who have
begun to overwhelm the chaos. She had expected all this.

The Wei family is both modern and traditional. Their family used to have
many family marriages, especially 30 or 40 years ago, and it was almost
impossible for a free man like Wei Dongheng to be allowed to marry. The
Wei family had a girl run away on their wedding day and there was a big
scandal. Since then, the Wei family had a Taoist priest come and calculate
the most suitable location for their family's aura, which was this resort.

Later the Wei family became less superstitious, but the family customs
have been preserved intact.
They pack this resort for every wedding they hold, and the private talk
between the woman's parents and the groom before the wedding
reception begins is just the thing to make the bride less nervous and
worried as she enters a new chapter of her life.

Lv Zhishu knows that the Wei family's 'pre-wedding talks' will always be in
the day-gallery at the end of the resort.

Incense is burned, tea is cooked and conversation is held, while the groom
goes out to the hotel hall to welcome the girl.

She did her calculations well, and as she watched the Wei family grow
more and more confused and their anxiety more and more disguised, she
got up and went over to them, asking in a faux-eager voice: "What is it?
What's going on here? Do you need help?"

Lv Zhishu was an acquaintance who was invited to the Wei family's annual
meeting. Several female relatives of the Wei family found her to be quite
kind and inexplicably cordial, and both sides had a long-term relationship.
family?

A female relative of the Wei family, with whom she was usually very close,
said to her, "The wedding is about to start and Dongheng has disappeared
and is not answering her phone. ...... This child is really killing herself."

Lv Zhishu immediately offered his long-prepared anxiety, "Oh, this is

really something, let me accompany you to look for it."

"His second brother and the others have gone to the Xuan Pavilion to look
for it, we were wondering if we had been talking with the bride's elder
brother for so long that we had lost track of time." The female relative
stomped her foot uneasily, "Ugh, it wouldn't be logical, what kind of a big
brother and husband would forget the time together for such a big
event?"

Lv Zhishu said with concern, "Don't be nervous, let's go together and see
if there's anything else going on, it's better to have more people to help
with any emergencies."

The female relative had no bad intentions and was concerned about Wei
Dongheng, so when she heard what Lv Zhishu said, she thought it was
right and immediately went with her to Xuange.
The second brother of Xu and his companions were standing in the
doorway with ironic faces when they walked through the water pavilion
and just outside the corridor of the Xuan Pavilion.

"What's wrong? What's happening?"

Immediately a bodyguard from The second brother of Xu's entourage

stepped forward and politely stopped them from going any further:
"Excuse me, ladies, there's a situation inside that needs to be dealt
with ......"

Lv Zhishu An imperceptible sneer hangs at the corners of his mouth.

--The situation? Of course she knew exactly what it was like inside.

She used a small amount of listening water to make the waiter in charge
of setting up the box unconsciously switch the hotel's original incense,
which was then replaced with a special fragrance not available on the
market. That fragrance was a highly concentrated one developed by the
chemists over at Duan Wen, following the ordinary incense of ecstasy,
purified and even adding a certain amount of inhaled drug psychedelics.

After inhaling large quantities of this incense in a short period of time,

one's consciousness gradually loses control until it falls completely, and
there is no possible way to break it except by combining.

And this poisonous woman went so far as to send incense, into the house
where Wei Dongheng and Xie Qingcheng were talking.

By now, Lv Zhishu could see from the reaction of the Wei family that her
actions had had the desired effect, and that the women she had brought
along with her, many of whom were talkative, would not only prevent Xie
Xue from marrying Wei Dongheng, but also make it impossible for Xie
Qingcheng to be seen by He Yu.

Who would look up to a man who was having sex with his brother-in-law
on the eve of their wedding? She was old-fashioned, sneering in her mind,
waiting for the drama to get bigger and bigger.

"Is there something wrong with Dongheng?"

"What the hell is going on ......"

The bodyguards looked embarrassed and were about to open their
mouths to explain when a raspy voice came out of the bamboo hut, they
could stop the footsteps but not the voice. The chattering and anxious
noblewomen immediately fell silent, and a few of them, quick to react,
raised their hands to cover their mouths in surprise.

They could both hear that it clearly belonged to two men's voices.

The sound was a clear indication of the outrageous, unnatural and

scandalous things that were going on inside.

Lv Zhishu suppressed the ecstasy of her treacherous plan, resisting the

urge to raise her eyebrows in triumph, before she covered her mouth and
feigned shock, "Oops, this ...... is ......"

The second brother of Xu, with a green face, did not push the door, he
turned back to the women who had followed him and smiled forcibly: "It's
a misunderstanding, it's just the two guests at the table, please go back
first."

He couldn't even concoct a more appropriate explanation, and with a

sweep of his sharp eyes to the side, he said to his bodyguard, "Take the
ladies to the other room to keep them down, I'll come over after I've dealt
with this side of things."

The ladies knew that this was a scandal for the Wei family and that Old
Wei II would never let it go, let alone allow them to talk about it. He must
have been thinking quickly of all sorts of ways to deal with the situation,
but...

How else can you clean up after something this fucking big?

Who can resist the urge to tell the truth?

Lv Zhishu is outwardly as dawdling and reticent as the other wives, but

inwardly she is hoping for a louder noise from Xie Qingcheng and Wei
Dongheng.

She got her wish - as she turned back, she saw another group of people at
the end of the aisle, also looking for the groomsmen.

The second brother of Xu's face became increasingly ugly as he whispered

a few orders to the security guards to shut down the entire Xuan Court
courtyard so that no more people would be allowed in. The second brother
of Xu found out that his father was among them when they got closer.

"What's wrong." Wei's father asked his second son in a lowered voice, his
brow furrowed.

He had never been too sure about Wei Dongheng, and he was not
optimistic when he disappeared for no apparent reason at the time of the
wedding.

The second brother of Xu didn't know what to say to his father in front of
so many people, and as he saw more and more people following him, the
second brother, who had seen big scenes, was a bit subdued, and his
forehead began to sweat out.

The second brother of Xu was silent again, so he simply waved away his
bodyguards and walked alone towards the closed door of the bamboo
house in Xuan Court.

Lv Zhishu was overjoyed, just hoping that Father Wei would pull the door
open so that more people would know about the scandal inside.

Just then -

There was another low rumble from those in the room.

The muffled voice, which seemed to be suffused with mist, was

unexpectedly beautiful and seductive enough for almost everyone in the
room to listen to.

Wei's father stiffened up and immediately realised what was happening

inside the house, and his hand, which had already touched the bamboo
door, stopped, his whole old face turning red and immediately grey.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something when the man in
the room with the low voice seemed cornered: "...... stop ......"

A few more seconds later, he suddenly broke down a little and called out
the name of another person.

"He, He Yu ......"
In a flash, Lv Zhishu stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, while
the eyes of everyone in the room, which had been staring at Wei family
and his son with shock and pity, were turned to her.

Lv Zhishu was in complete disbelief, unlike Wei's father The second

brother of Xu, who was afraid to open the door, she screamed and rushed
straight to the Xuan Court, pulling open the door that had been protected
from her by the Wei family father and son with a crash.

The scene in front of her stunned her.

Lv Zhishu staggered backwards two steps, his face like gold paper, his
body sifted, and then he fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

The waning sun shines through the half-opened bamboo door in the dimly
lit interior of the Xuan Pavilion, falling on the half-shrouded figures of He
Yu and Xie Qingcheng in a haze of incense ......

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Chapter 174 - Showdown with Mr

Lui
When the love affair in the Xuan Pavilion was discovered, the whole room
was shocked.

The VIP male guests were tongue-tied and shocked -

Inside the bamboo house, a sweet and creamy aroma wafts through the
air, and deep inside is the scene of He Yu, the youngest member of the He
family, who has just turned 20 this year, and his former personal doctor,
Xie Qingcheng.

To everyone who knows him, Xie Qingcheng is a pure man, handsome,

calm and ruthless, giving him a strong sense of security.

But right now, this man on the tatami mat, with his brow furrowed, is so
gorgeous that he makes the viewer's heart beat faster and he can't take
his eyes off him ...... How can it be Xie Qingcheng?
While the spectators were shocked, He Yu reacted immediately.

Although he was deliriously drugged, his desire to protect Xie Qingcheng

was strong enough to pull him back to his senses in this situation and he
immediately raised himself up and slammed the bamboo door of the Xuan
Pavilion behind him.

The faint sound of his voice soothing Xie Qingcheng came from inside the
house ......

The crowd was silent.

And then the brain exploded!

--No wonder Xie Qingcheng was the personal physician for the He family
for so long!

People's imaginations are endless when it comes to affairs, and in just a

few seconds, these people's heads are already filled with all sorts of
imaginations.

After all, it's not uncommon to see a relationship between a man and a
woman. ...... Unfortunately, no one is thinking that there is something
wrong with the spices in the house.

The second brother of Xu even raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat
from his face with his sleeve.

Luckily it's not Wei Dongheng and Xie Qingcheng ...... Now it's not so
much about the Wei family, but the He family ......

The second brother of Xu rolled his eyes and glanced at Lv Zhishu.

Seeing Lv Zhishu look extremely ugly, The second brother of Xu

immediately waved his hand and drove everyone out: "I've told you, it's
the guests' business ...... Get out, all of you get out. Don't tell anyone
about what happened today ......"

He ordered his bodyguards to take care of the aftermath, while he went

back and helped Lv Zhishu, who was sitting on the floor -

"Mr. Lu, take a moment, I'll take you to the next box, your son is an adult
after all ...... It can't be helped ......"
Wei's father also came back to his senses and coughed lightly, "Mr. Lu, we
will find a way to handle this matter, there are not many people in sight,
we will instruct them one by one, we will not spoil your He family's face."

Lv Zhishu was so angry that tears streamed down his face and his fat
mouth twitched, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

How did this happen?

She'd planned for the time, had planned for everything - wouldn't it be
Wei Dongheng who came to talk to Xie Qingcheng at this hour at the Xuan
Court, as was the rule with the Wei family?

Why is He Yu in there?

After a long time, the commotion inside the bamboo hut slowly subsided.

Xie Qingcheng lies on the tatami mat, the bare skin of his back marked
with thin bamboo mats.

His eyes are hazy and empty, his face expressionless, and He Yu holds
him, soothing him over and over, kissing his eyelids and forehead.

"Brother ...... it's okay, I'm ...... here."

When they were seen by the crowd, although Xie Qingcheng's senses
were still blurred by the fragrance, he could perceive the fact that they
had been seen.

He knew that he had been completely set up.

At this point, face was no longer the most important thing, and he lay
numbly on the bamboo mat, the incense already burnt out, his body
covered in the hot sticky sweat of the aftermath, but his mind growing
clearer.

He said woodenly, "...... He Yu, the person who was originally in this
house, would have been Wei Dongheng."

He Yu: "......"
Xie Qingcheng's voice was unmoving: "Do you know what this means?"

How could He Yu not know?

Since he had arrived at the lodge, his eyes had been following Xie
Qingcheng for as long as he could see him, which is why he had noticed
that Xie Qingcheng had gone to the Xuan Pavilion alone, but had not
waited for Wei Dongheng for half a day.

The two of them had experienced many dangerous moments together in

the past, so He Yu was sensitive to the fact that something was not quite
right, so he went into the bamboo room of the Xuan Pavilion and opened
the door of the compartment.

As soon as he opened the door he bumped into a stumbling Xie

Qingcheng, who was by then completely dazed by the incense, scalding
hot and in agony, to the point where he had to ask for help.

Someone drugged it, there is no doubt about it.

The question is, how evil is that person's intentions? The man behind the
curtain wanted to show Xie Qingcheng and Wei Dongheng doing such
things!

He Yu hugged Xie Qingcheng tightly and whispered into his neck.

He said, "I know, I will protect you, don't you be afraid ...... Xie
Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng, who is so concerned about his image as a pure man, was
seen by so many female guests and male clients. He Yu was afraid that he
would not be able to accept it ...... so much so that even his fingertips
were trembling slightly as he stroked Xie Qingcheng's hair.

The two stayed in the silent bamboo hut for a long time, before Xie
Qingcheng closed his eyes.

He said, "You go."

"......"

"Go and talk to your mother about it. If she's harsh, put all the blame on
me and I'll explain it to her."
" Xie Qingcheng ......"

The heat in the room had dissipated and the aftermath of this event, and
what lay behind it, was enough to send chills down the spine.

He Yu did not go away, slowly buttoning up Xie Qingcheng's silk shirt, one
by one, and as he did so, he let down two rows of thick black lashes,
which were still and motionless, as if the tears hidden behind those
curtains would fall if he could not help moving them.

Xie Qingcheng with a broken lip and pale blood at the corner of the lip.

He added, "...... you go."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng looks burned out.

"Leave me alone for a moment ......"

He Yu stayed in the house with Xie Qingcheng for a while longer, but Xie
Qingcheng insisted that he leave. He finally had no choice but to go out.

After leaving the bamboo house, he met the Wei family's bodyguards
waiting under the veranda.

" Mr. He, your hall is waiting for you in the front box."

He Yu: "...... got it."

The Wei family had a lot of mess to clean up and could not accompany
them, so only some bodyguards and butlers remained.

When He Yu pushes open the door of the private room, he sees Lv Zhishu
sitting by the window in tears.

"...... Do you know how much of a fool you've made of the He family?"
Seeing him coming, she huffed and looked towards him, " He Yu ...... you
why ...... are you here!!!"

He Yu raised his hand and closed the door, sitting down in front of Lv
Zhishu.
"Mom ......"

Lv Zhishu wiped his tears and said, "There must be something fishy about
this, have you been compelled? Did you drink something you shouldn't?"

She is furious to the point of tears, a real emotion, but the helplessness
and panic she feels when she is not questioned is not - she did the
poisoning herself, but she still manages to keep up the charade in front of
He Yu.

What Duan Wen wants her to do is to turn He Yu's heart towards her, and
since this time she cannot ruin Xie Qingcheng's image in He Yu's mind,
she must at least protect her own.

Lv Zhishu said as he cried, "Tell me, He Yu, are you being victimized?
Mum will help you find a way to clear your name ...... Our He family can't
afford to lose face ......"

"Mom." He Yu said, "No. I really like him."

A pin drop was heard in the room.

Lv Zhishu forgot to even sob and stared at him in shock, as if she thought
she had heard him wrong.

"I like Xie Qingcheng. It's not the first time I've had a relationship like this
with him." At this point, He Yu has no intention of hiding anything, and he
says slowly but clearly, "What happened today was an accident, and I
never meant to disgrace the He family like that, but I do love him."

After a pause.

"I love him and have for a long time."

Lv Zhishu looks like he twitched comically.

"He ...... he that's shameless ...... he a private doctor with no professional

integrity, seducing his employer's son - "

"I wanted him first." He Yu's voice was soft but firm, not half trying to
push back, "I was the one who forced him to be with me first."
Lv Zhishu: "......"

"If any one of us is immoral," He Yu said. He Yu said, "That person is not

him, it's me."

"You ...... are talking nonsense! He is a man, He Yu! He's a divorced man,
you're out of your mind ...... you're not awake ......" Lv Zhishu was getting
more and more anxious, she never thought He Yu would admit to her in
front of her like this. What was she supposed to do with this?

She could neither be too angry with him, lest the conflict rise to
irreconcilable levels.

He can't let him like Xie Qingcheng, otherwise He Yu would never be able
to separate from Xie Qingcheng.

Lv Zhishu was so anxious and up and down for a while that he couldn't
even adjust his breathing, covering his chest and gasping for air.

He Yu returned to his senses, not wanting to push Lv Zhishu to this point

either. He stepped forward and patted her back, but he looked very
stubborn: "Mum, I've never asked you for anything, so this time I'm
begging you to leave this alone, okay?"

"You're ridiculous! How can you make me ignore ...... ah? He Yu? So many
people saw it, and even if the Wei family had gone to appease them one
by one and even signed a confidentiality agreement with them, what good
would that have done! The way you were in the room with him, he was
like a ...... like a ......" In the way of He Yu's emotions, Lv Zhishu kept his
mouth shut and didn't say the words cheapest male/prostitute out loud.

She sobbed and said, "How can you make me leave it alone!"

"......"

"You're ruining your reputation with He family if things fall apart with him
today, do you know that?" She said, "You are never to say to anyone else
that you like him, that you forced him to have him, think of your father,
think of me, think of the face of the whole family ...... okay?!"

He Yu: "What about him? What happened today was seen by so many
people, if I don't make it clear, what will people say about him in the
future?"
Lv Zhishu was furious and annoyed: "Do you ...... think of him as more
important than your own home!"

He Yu was silent for a while and finally said, "Mom, I know you suffered a
lot when you had me and carried me."

Lv Zhishu's body trembles.

He Yu continued, "I don't want to hold any more grudges against you guys
and I've been trying my best to stay close to you ...... but what I can't
disguise is that I've hardly felt any semblance of family for the past twenty
years."

"......"

"You say home to me and all I can think of is a big empty house with no
one around."

" He Yu ......"

"Over the years, the person who has been with me the most has actually
always been Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu said and lowered his eyes, "...... I
don't know if you guys have noticed?"

Lv Zhishu is speechless.

He Yu: "He has nothing left, and I can't let him be the one to be judged by
others. If anyone asks me if Xie Qingcheng seduced me in the future, I will
simply say no, I liked him first."

"......"

"I was the one who insisted on him."

Lv Zhishu's teeth were chattering as she listened to him - He Yu's

expression of affection for Xie Qingcheng was almost as if his heart was
unshakable. When she thinks of the task she has been given by Mr Duan,
she can't help but feel a mixture of hatred and anger, unable to
understand how He Yu can be so dead set.

In a fit of anger, she lost control of her mind and threw her hand up to
slap He Yu.
Before the hand could be waved down, however, the door to the
compartment was opened with a clatter.

Xie Qingcheng stood there, the man whose clothes had been scattered a
short time ago, standing outside the door in silent, cold, uniformed
silence, against the last rays of the setting sun.

His presence brought Lv Zhishu back to her senses and the woman's fat
five fingers did not fall any further.

"General Lu." Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, his gaze glancing over Lv
Zhishu's stiffened hand as he stepped inside, and said, "You can rest
assured as much as you like. He Yu won't have this opportunity to be
questioned about why he's with me."

He took one step into the room. Despite the fact that he had only just
been slept with, his lips, and the red marks on his neck were still fresh,
but he was still very much alive, and when he gazed at someone, they
could feel the heavy power right in his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng walks straight past He Yu and in front of Lv Zhishu - then

he stops and stands between Lv Zhishu and He Yu, so that even if the slap
had fallen, it would not have been on He Yu's face.

Xie Qingcheng looked down at her and said, "Because I will have no more
contact with your son that I should not have. I have never been true to
him in any way."

He Yu looked at him with wide eyes, the look of a beast when it is hurt.

"I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you today." Xie Qingcheng said,
"In this case, it was a backstabbing, and I need to get to the bottom of the
whole thing and give each other an explanation."

His hair was still dishevelled, and his already pale skin was becoming
more and more transparent like ice because he was so weak and sore.

But his peach eyes had been swept clean of any further weakness, all the
emotions that belong to a normal person were hidden from him.
His arrogance and calmness undoubtedly made Lv Zhishu more and more
furious, and her public and private grudges came together in her heart, so
she suddenly slapped Xie Qingcheng's face with all the force she could
muster - a vicious and resounding slap!

" Xie Qingcheng!"

Lv Zhishu's eyes were wide with anger, and as if slapping him wasn't
enough, he spat, "You bitch!!!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't look at He Yu, but raised his hand to stop him, his
eyes looking at Lv Zhishu through the strands of hair that had fallen
across his forehead. His cheeks were red from her, and the corners of his
mouth tasted of blood. He closed his eyes and took the word "bitch" in his
stride.

Lv Zhishu was so angry that he couldn't think of anything else: "Don't you
have any shame! Someone set you up? You have shame written all over
your face, do you know that? Xie Qingcheng! You are shameless! My
husband gave you the opportunity to study and you took off your clothes
to seduce our son! You're a dirty little thing!!!"

"He's not ......! Mum, if you want to scold, scold me will you?!" He Yu
interrupted Lv Zhishu and went forward again to try to identify Xie
Qingcheng's injuries.

Xie Qingcheng deflects his hand completely.

"Say what you will, Mr. Lui. Because of this matter, it is true that I have
dragged him into it."

"You're more than a liability! You've ruined him! You have ruined our He
family!" Lv Zhishu said, "Twelve years ago, if you had come to our house
for the first time twelve years ago ......, if I had known then that you were
such a bitch, I would not have let you be He Yu's personal doctor! What
did you treat? You've seen him in bed! You ...... get out of here ...... now!"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, not wanting to waste any more words with
Lv Zhishu, but now that she had brought up the whole story, he felt an
indescribable anger in his heart.

He said: "...... Twelve years ago, I first came to your house in order to talk
to you about your son's illness. And you were so busy with business that I
waited for a long time until the tea was cold, and I did not see you care for
him half as much, so I finally chose to stay and treat him at the House.
That was the immediate reason I stayed back then."

"Mr. Lu, you can be relieved that from now on, I will treat him the same as
I did on that day, as an ordinary patient, that's all."

"But I wish." He paused and stared at the woman's face, "Lui. You can
clear your head and not be your old self again twelve years ago."

"Otherwise your son, he'd be pathetic."

Despite being far taller than Lv Zhishu, Xie Qingcheng did not fight Lv
Zhishu, and with those words, he turned and walked out without a word.

Throughout this process, he never looked at He Yu again.

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Chapter 175 - Another showdown

A wedding party is a wedding party. In the event of such an incident, the
Wei family naturally had to call the police to investigate.

The attendant who lit the incense in the room was soon found, but no
matter how she was asked, her answer was "I don't know."

She was indeed unaware that she had been blinded by Lv Zhishu with a
small amount of listening water, and that she was completely unconscious
during the spice change.

The police then took the waiter away for further investigation.

Although the results of the investigation were not yet available, Xie
Qingcheng had already guessed that the confusion the attendant had
shown during the preliminary hearing was not faked, and that he had
already seen this kind of tactic of using drugs to make innocent people do
things for him - the psychopath who had tried to burn down the public
security building to steal the DV and cut off the witnesses, wasn't it? was
the same kind of tactic?

I'm afraid that the Duan Wen group is involved in this matter.
Just ......

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to the arch of his brow, his cold fingertips
rubbing his temples, and he thought almost mechanically-

Why would someone from that organization want to break up Wei

Dongheng and Xie Xue's marriage and try to get himself involved with Wei
Dongheng?

By now the banquet was over and the guests had dispersed, most of them
still unaware of what had happened in the Xuan Court, but Xie Qingcheng
knew that it would soon spread like a flu virus among them.

He couldn't care less anymore.

They can say whatever they like about male prostitutes and seducing
their patients. If there is an entanglement between a young man and an
older man, it often appears to outsiders that the older man has evil
intentions, and in the eyes of outsiders, a young and refined young master
would not take an active interest in an older private doctor. And naturally,
the young and talented nobleman was deceived.

This is actually the best way to say it to He Yu, who is innocent and
suffering.

"There are many places in the lodge that actually have dead ends to
protect the privacy of the guests, and several others are broken." The
second brother of Xu came to Xie Qingcheng's room at the hotel after the
dinner and said to Xie Qingcheng, "The police have pulled all the
surveillance and so far they have not found any footage of that waiter
coming into contact with any suspicious people."

Xie Qingcheng has finished his medical examination and sits woodenly
between the Windsor chairs, listening without expression to the Wei
family's second brother.

"This is really fishy." Second brother said, "The spices in Xie Xue's pavilion
have indeed been switched and replaced with aphrodisiac incense. If this
thing was done, today's wedding banquet would more than likely be a
bust, not to mention our family would lose face, and you and Xie Xue
would even be unable to hold up your head in these people in
Shanghai ...... but this plan of the other side ended up being a
misadventure because of Lao San's absence, and it became He Yu and
you together."

He paused for a moment and said, "I don't think it's a coincidence."

Xie Qingcheng: " Where was Wei Dongheng last found?"

"In the bathroom of his own room." Ergo said, "He said he had wanted to
come to you for a pre-wedding admonition after taking a shower and re-
priming himself, but ended up muddling through and falling asleep, and
we detected sleeping pills in the water he was drinking."

Xie Qingcheng's long eyelashes are still, hanging in front of his eyes,
motionless.

" Wei Dongheng escaped because he accidentally drank water with

sleeping pills in it, so it seems that the one who gave sleeping pills and
the one who gave aphrodisiacs are not the same person."

The second brother of Xu: "Well. And the person who gave the sleeping
pills knew exactly what the one who gave the aphrodisiac was going to
do. ...... But what I wonder is, if he knew, why didn't he just stop it?"

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at The second brother of Xu:
"Maybe that man only wanted to protect Wei Dongheng."

"...... What are you looking at me like that for? I didn't do this." The second
brother of Xu said, "If I knew, could I let my sister-in-law's brother be
treated like this?"

But he felt weak even as he spoke - it did seem that there were two
people behind this affair who were doing the juggling. One of them wants
to harm the Wei family, and the Xie family too.

The other, hidden in a darker place, had everything at his fingertips and
had the chance to stop the whole thing, but in the end he chose to protect
Wei Dongheng alone with sleeping pills.

Who in their right mind would not suspect the Wei family of being one of
their own in such a situation?

Xie Qingcheng sighed and closed his eyes, " What about the surveillance
near Wei Dongheng's room? No clues either?"
The second brother of Xu shook his head.

No surprises.

The one who put down aphrodisiac incense can do so unnoticed, and the
one who put down sleeping pills is even stronger, and it would be a ghost
if he could leave traces.

The second brother of Xu: "Anyway, we will continue to find a way to

investigate this matter clearly, as for the guests, it is not convenient to tell
the truth about you and He Yu being drugged now, I think there are not
too many people who witnessed the situation, if we make a clarification
now, it will make people who do not know, or do not believe, start to pay
attention, but the more powerful the rumors are. Instead, the rumours will
get worse and worse. Do you think it's appropriate for us to handle it this
way?"

Xie Qingcheng thought for a moment, "Yes."

Another question: "How is Xie Xue doing?"

"She doesn't know at the moment." The second brother of Xu said.

The wedding reception was delayed by more than half an hour due to this
unexpected situation, but fortunately Wei Dongheng was found and
woken up in time, and Xie Qingcheng was able to complete the process of
leading his sister down the aisle and handing her over to Wei Dongheng
after taking care of his own personal business for the time being.

Throughout the whole process, no one who had experienced the Xuan
Court incident showed any difference - pretending that nothing was wrong
with the outside world had become a mandatory lesson for these gentry.

So Xie Xue didn't even know what had just happened to his elder brother
until after the dinner.

"Dongheng listened to us and didn't tell Xie Xue about it." But to be
honest, given Dongheng's character, it won't be kept secret for long, Xie
Xue will find out sooner or later."

Xie Qingcheng nodded with a soft sigh.

"It can't be helped, let's leave it like this for a while, we can keep it under
wraps for a while."

That was pretty much the end of the conversation between the two men.

The second brother of Xu knew that Xie Qingcheng had suffered too much
today and had to hold on at the wedding banquet.

As he said this, he dimmed the lights in the room for Xie Qingcheng and
gave him two final glances before moving on without looking away.

He had previously chatted with this elder brother of his sister-in-law and
hadn't even thought about that aspect of male sexuality, however that
image and those sounds within the Xuan Pavilion were just too
compelling, and the second brother was not shocked when the bamboo
door was pulled open and he saw the fragrant beauty inside the door.
Especially when Xie Qingcheng was lying on his back on the bamboo mat,
exposing his white neck and knitting up his dark eyebrows ...... The
second brother of Xu is not gay, but he was also shocked.

His brother married Xie Xue, who was purely beautiful and delicate.

But what he didn't realise was that it was Xie Xue's older brother who was
even more seductive.

It's no wonder He Yu was hooked like that ...... Well ...... not that the lad
was impulsive ......

Wei Er thought slickly while preparing to leave, but when the door
opened, he saw a gent standing outside the Xie Qingcheng room with red
eyes and a lost look on his face.

Weiji: "...... eh? Chen Man ?"

Xie Qingcheng in the room stiffened slightly when he heard these two
words.

The door to the bamboo house was quickly closed by He Yu, and the
guests were driven away afterwards, so Xie Qingcheng did not really know
who had spied on his affair with He Yu.
But Weiji is aware of it.

Chen Man was also present at that time. He was considered a godson of
Father Wei and came with the group of Father Wei.

He, having heard whispers at the party that the groom had been talking to
the bride's brother about something and had not come to the wedding
reception until now, began to feel fearful and followed the last group of
Wei family friends and relatives who had gone to the Xuan Court to look
for someone at that place.

He was later taken away by the Wei family as if he had lost his soul.

When the dinner broke up, Chen Man could not resist any longer and went
to the Xie Qingcheng room, where he came face to face with the Wei
family's second son.

Weiji: "You're here, is there something wrong with you?"

Chen Man: "I ...... Xie Qingcheng How is he doing?"

Wei Er raised his eyebrows, unaware that Chen Man was close to Xie
Qingcheng.

Before he could reply, Xie Qingcheng's voice came from behind him, "......
let him in."

Since Xie Qingcheng had said so, Wei Er could not say anything more, and
he sidled up and let Chen Man in.

Xie Qingcheng is still sitting on the Windsor chair in front of the floor-to-
ceiling glass window, and as soon as Chen Man enters, he sees his
silhouette sunken into the soft scarlet armchair.

There are some things that cannot be avoided, so why not face them
properly?

Xie Qingcheng thought to himself that whatever happened tonight, it

would not make him feel any worse, so he allowed Chen Man to come in
and settle all these bad scores for the day.

He was so tired that he didn't even notice that Chen Man had unlocked
the door to the hotel room when he entered.
Chen Man stood in the foyer, looking at his silhouette in front of the night
window, his voice as hoarse as if it had been beaten with frosted paper.
He called out softly, " Xie Qingcheng ."

Xie Qingcheng looked up from her thin blanket: "Are you also at Xuange in
the afternoon ......?"

"...... hmm." Chen Man responded and came over to Xie Qingcheng.

There was a different aura around him than usual, but Xie Qingcheng was
too tired to feel it in time.

Xie Qingcheng confirmed that Chen Man had seen him and He Yu, and
although Chen Man had already known that they were not clean, seeing it
with his own eyes was a different kind of excitement. Since he had come,
he must have had something to say to himself that he could not bear.

Xie Qingcheng coughed, "Between He Yu and me ......"

"Brother, you don't love him, do you?" The words were cut off by Chen
Man before he could finish them.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"I know you don't love him at all, you're not gay, you don't like men, he
forced himself on you, I could see it that day in front of your dormitory."
Chen Man spoke straight on, looking agitated.

He suddenly looked up and stared at Xie Qingcheng.

There is an arrogance in those eyes that never belonged to Chen Man.

" Xie Qingcheng, is he using his position to force you to be good with him?
You tell me - I can help you, I can go to my grandfather, I can hide you for
as long as you want, I can take care of you and you won't have to see him
again at all. He'll never ...... he'll never do anything that outrageous
again!"

" Chen Man, you calm down ......"

"He put you to shame in front of so many people!!!" Chen Man simply
couldn't calm down anymore, and at this moment, the dictatorial aura
that belonged to an official's son finally broke through in him.
How could he still put up with it?

He was good-tempered and gentle, but no one with a good temper or a

gentle nature could accept that his unattainable god would be in the thrall
of another man, and he saw it with his own eyes! To be seen in front of
many people!

Chen Man's face is shrouded in a layer of fiery emotion, and he doesn't

even look like himself anymore.

"I'll take you away, Xie Qingcheng, I'll take you to Yan Zhou, to my
grandfather's land, He Yu He can't find you, even if he's good enough ......
He can't insult you anymore... ...he can no longer force you ...... I'll take
you away ...... I'll take you away now ......"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and he came forward
and clutched Xie Qingcheng's wrist.

Xie Qingcheng broke away from him and raised his voice: " Chen Man! I
told you to calm down!"

Chen Man, however, raised his hand to cover his eyes the moment he was
pushed away - he was crying.

"Who is he to treat you like this ...... obviously I met you first ...... Xie
Qingcheng ...... obviously I met you first! !"

"What the hell are you talking about ......" Xie Qingcheng was confused by
his emotions at the moment, he had thought Chen Man had come in to
express his disappointment, but Chen Man seemed to be expressing a
different He had thought Chen Man had come in to express his
disappointment, but Chen Man seemed to be expressing a different, more
depressing and heavy emotion.

Chen Man choked for a while, holding his eyes in place, until Xie
Qingcheng said...

"It's you who misunderstood, this time at the Xuan Pavilion, he didn't force
anything on me."
"......" Chen Man slowly lowered his arm, his heart was already aching, and
now hearing Xie Qingcheng say this, even his hands and feet were cold,
"He ...... didn't force you?"

"He didn't."

"So you guys ...... that you are ......"

Xie Qingcheng did not want to involve Chen Man too deeply in this matter,
so he kept the truth about the drugging of himself and He Yu to himself.

He simply said to Chen Man, "I know what you've seen has made you
disappointed in me, but there's no way I can explain anything to you."

"......"

" Chen Man, you and He Yu, both of you are respectable people in this
circle in Shanghai, and the two families do not see each other with their
heads down, I do not want you to have any conflict with him."

If Xie Qingcheng's eyesight had been better, he would have noticed that
as he said this, Chen Man's face was becoming less and less alive, and the
emotions loaded into his gaze were breaking down.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about it the one time you and He Yu met
at school ...... If you think it makes you feel really uncomfortable or even
disgusted that I did something like that with someone your age... ...I can
understand all that. After all, that's not the impression you had of me once
upon a time. Even if you think I've deceived you, I won't make a
distinction."

Chen Man like a lump in his throat: "...... Xie Qingcheng ...... I don't
understand ...... you used to be so good to Sister Ruoqiu so well, I
thought ...... I thought you only liked women ......"

"......"

"If you like men too ...... why should it be him?"

Chen Man clutched Xie Qingcheng's wrist once more, teardrops falling and
hitting the back of Xie Qingcheng's hand, "How could it be him?!"
A twenty year old.

This is how he defiled the Xie family brother whom he had admired for so
long but had never dared even to confess his feelings and felt it was
blasphemy ......

The Xie Qingcheng is in the bed of a boy even younger than himself, and
his eyes are slack and tearful.

His Xie Qingcheng ......

This was originally his Xie Qingcheng!

The more Chen Man thought about it, the more he hated it. Hatred,
sadness, jealousy ...... were like lava, eating away at his otherwise clear
heart at this moment, and he tried desperately to restrain himself, using
the last of his sanity to keep himself from doing anything out of character.

Until -

He saw the bloodstains on Xie Qingcheng's lips.

Chen Man's heart cut like a knife as he watched from so close, and his
mind buzzed as he saw the scene in the bamboo hut at Xuange again. It
was as if his ears were ringing again with the sound of the broken voice
that had come from that day-style hut, despite his efforts to suppress it.

Xie Qingcheng could not bear to call He Yu's name at that time ......

He calls He Yu by his name!

The last glimmer of sanity was swallowed up.

The feelings that Chen Man had suppressed for more than ten years were
now completely torn through his camouflage and came pouring out,
breaking down the dam inside him. He suddenly grabbed Xie Qingcheng's
hand, which he couldn't use, and grabbed him up without warning.

And then he kissed Xie Qingcheng on the lips.

"!!!"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened suddenly.

A string seems to have snapped in my brain ......

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Author's Comment.

He Yu arrives at the battlefield in five minutes ......(????)

A little drama (from yesterday's voice over with a friend, as we were

ranting about why Chu Wanning thinks he doesn't look good, the mirror
must be broken ......ooc spoof, not relevant to the text, don't take it
seriously~).

On the first day of the New Year, Dr Xie, who is still working in the
hospital, sees a handsome man, Chu Wanning.

Xie Qingcheng: Tell me, what's wrong with you?

Chu Wanning: I think I'm old and ugly, but no one else does, so I don't
know if it's me or someone else.

Xie Qingcheng looks up and gives the handsome man a look.

Xie Qingcheng: Is your mirror at home not broken?

Chu Wanning: No.

Xie Qingcheng: Have you had your eyesight tested?

Chu Wanning: [Link].

Xie Qingcheng: Are you seeing anyone?

Chu Wanning: Yes.

Xie Qingcheng: Here's a pua questionnaire, go and do it.

Chu Wanning: I can't read simplified Chinese.

Xie Qingcheng: Then I'll ask and you answer.

Chu Wanning: OK.

Xie Qingcheng: Do you think your partner is very good?

Chu Wanning: Yes.

Xie Qingcheng: Has your partner ever been sarcastic and trampled on
you?

Chu Wanning ：...... used to ...... but he was sick.

Xie Qingcheng: Did he use you as a way to make himself look good?

Chu Wanning: I don't think so, but he used to complain that I looked down
on him ......

Xie Qingcheng tore up the pua questionnaire.

Xie Qingcheng ： Okay, this can be done away with. What do you think is
ugly about you?

Chu Wanning: I'm not good looking.

Xie Qingcheng: What's not good looking?

Chu Wanning: .........

Xie Qingcheng ：.........

10 min later ......

Xie Qingcheng ： This patient, you don't think I'm pretty, so you've
registered for my number to chat with me on the first day of the year, do
you? I'm telling you, you're wasting medical resources. I know I'm
handsome, but please don't have any illusions about me, I don't like men.

Chu Wanning :? That's ridiculous, Tin Man -

Xie Qingcheng: This is a modern text, you can't summon Heaven's

Questions. I'll teach you what you should do to express anger in modern
texts.

Chu Wanning: Please enlighten me.

Xie Qingcheng: He Yu, come here for a moment.

He Yu: ?

Xie Qingcheng: Come, cooperate with me and show Master Chu a

standard set of big slaps on the ear.

He Yu: ????

Chapter 176 - Lovers Meet

Chen Man had lost his heart - or rather, he had found it.

He was so fond of him, silently for so many years, just because he thought
Xie Qingcheng was straight and could never fall in love with a man. Who
knows Xie Qingcheng is not like that at all ...... Xie Qingcheng lied to him,
Xie Qingcheng's dignity is all pretend, he can clearly accept men ......

He can even be with boys much younger than him!

Xie Qingcheng finally came to his senses in a shock that shook him to the
core. The fact that Chen Man had done such a thing was even more
shocking to him than when He Yu had taken revenge on him. Because ......
he believed in Chen Man ...... so much, he had never been disappointed in
Chen Man since he was a child.

But he actually-!

Xie Qingcheng fell into the ice, struggling violently, he turned his face
away: " Chen Man! Are you crazy? What are you doing? ...... Chen Yan! Let
go of me!!!"

The man was still wearing the root-white silk shirt he had changed into at
the reception, which was now dishevelled, and there were stab marks on
his neck, all left by He Yu ......

The crimson irritated Chen Man's already scrambled mind with a ferocious
intensity.

When he heard Xie Qingcheng call him Chen Yan, he was even more
saddened and angered - the words that a normal Chen Man would never
say were forced out of his mouth at this moment.
"Why?" He said with pathos, "Why is it that he can and I can't?"

"You let go! Chen Yan you're confused!!!"

"I just hate myself for not being confused sooner!" Chen Man snapped,
"Why did you stay with him? I used to think you were forced!!! I thought
you hated him! But you said it wasn't ...... Why? Is it because He Yu has
money? Is it because He Yu has status?"

Xie Qingcheng's body had been relieved of the drug, but he hadn't
recovered his strength at all, and despite this, he struggled desperately:
"How the hell could you ...... Chen Yan, how could you! Ah?"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were red: "How can you be like this?!"

Chen Man squeezed his hands tightly, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face, his
pupils clouded with intense emotion. Xie Qingcheng was right in front of
him, the big brother he hadn't even dared to disobey since he was a child,
and he had him pinned down in the palm of his hand.

His voice was like a hidden fire, a flame that would have dried up what
was left of his sanity.

"...... because I like you, Xie Qingcheng ." He said in one word.

"......"

"I've loved you for over a decade ...... I just hate now that I treated you too
well and didn't do this to you when you weren't even fucked by He Yu!
Can't you see anything at all about my feelings ...... all these years!!!?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't expect anything to put him in a worse mood tonight.

It was he who was wrong.

His emotions were now at a critical level as he stared at Chen Man's

familiar and unfamiliar face, at the tears in Chen Man's eyes, and for a
moment he was so angry that he thought the world should just end ......
What kind of animals are these? They are all fucking animals!!!
Xie Qingcheng was shaking with anger: "...... You say you've loved me for
over a decade ...... but I've fucking believed you for over a decade Chen
Yan! This is how you treat me, huh? Is this how you fucking treat me? Let
go of me! Let go!!!"

Chen Man was too sad to be rational, he pressed Xie Qingcheng tightly
and wouldn't let go, the marks left by He Yu on Xie Qingcheng's lips were
stinging him and he wanted to go down and kiss Xie Qingcheng's lips
again.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng broke his grip and slapped Chen Man
across the face with a fierce, leopard-like fury, "Get out of here! Get
out!!!"

Chen Man was beaten by Xie Qingcheng for the first time in his life ......

Xie Qingcheng had always chosen to have a good conversation with him
before, but I didn't expect Chen Man to feel less pain in his heart after this
slap - he had never felt such vivid emotions from Xie Qingcheng before.

Xie Qingcheng stared at him, his eyes burning red, and his words were
harsh: "Let go of me."

In response, Chen Man, in a standard grappling technique, violently

choked Xie Qingcheng's wrist, which was dislocated by Chen Man during
their violent struggle.

He grunted in pain and a sweat rose on his back before he collapsed on

the bed, unable to move that hand any longer.

Chen Man, who has followed the rules for more than 20 years and has
never done anything out of the ordinary, has really lost his heart at this
moment.

He looked at the wretched man and asked softly, "What exactly do you
see in him? His money and his status, I have all these too ...... even if I am
willing to return to Yan Zhou, to my grandfather, I can get higher power
than He Yu - I can give you all that He Yu can give you too. What he can't
give you ...... I can give you too."

Xie Qingcheng is like being slapped in the face!

Chen Man actually said this to him ......

After Xuan Ge, Chen Man had asked him what he wanted, whether it was
money, power, fame and fortune.

These are words that the old Chen Man would never have said to the old
Xie Qingcheng, words that would have been too heartbreaking.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... you say it ...... you tell me, what do you really want?"

Xie Qingcheng was restrained by him and could not move at the moment.
But his eyes were colder than they had been at any time since Chen Man
had entered the room.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I want you to get the hell out of here."

"Only this." Chen Man's eyes flushed with blood and he whispered, "Only
this, I can't promise you."

"......"

"If you can be with men, Xie Qingcheng ...... if you are not the god in my
heart that ...... can never be near... ...I should have to take what I want,
too." Chen Man's hands were trembling, the light in his eyes was not
broken at all times, "I should have taken it ...... long ago"

"I should have taken it a long time ago ......"

With a shaky voice, he reached out to touch the buttons of Xie

Qingcheng's silk shirt, but because of his nervousness, because of his
emotional breakdown, because of the complex contradictions in his heart,
his hands were shaking more and more, and he was unable to undo the
few buttons that were left.

When Xie Qingcheng looked back on the incident afterwards, he felt that
there was still an eternal bottom line in Chen Man's heart.

Chen Man was trembling at this point, perhaps precisely because deep in
his mind his morality was condemning him to do something like this.

But Xie Qingcheng could not know if Chen Man would step on this last line
and do something wrong if he allowed it to continue - for just then the
electronic door, which had been locked by Chen Man, ticked and unlocked.

And then -
It was violently crashed through and broken into from the outside!!!

Xie Qingcheng, in the midst of his extreme anger and confusion, had not
yet seen who was coming, when he heard an almost distorted cry in his
ears, like an evil dragon striking the sea, or a karmic fire splitting the air,
followed by a strong wind in the room, and Chen Man was thrown from the
bed to the bed by the figure that had broken the lock, and the two youths,
desperate and mad, began to fight like wild animals!

"How dare you fucking touch him!!!? Surname Chen, how dare you fucking
touch him?!!!"

As soon as this voice sounded, Xie Qingcheng knew who it was, even if he
couldn't see the person.

It was He Yu who heard the commotion when he came to him ...... It was
He Yu who didn't say anything nonsense, didn't do anything superfluous,
went straight to the technical decoding and broke the door ......

He Yu's endless anger was surging up at this moment, and he was

completely red with rage, his fists and feet to the bone, and the two were
fighting to the death in a matter of moments.

"You fucking animal! Do you know what you're doing!!! After what he did
today, you still want to humiliate him!!! Are you something Chen Yan ? He
has trusted you for so many fucking years! He doesn't give a shit who
says you like him - you fucking -" another hard kick!

He Yu's body and hands were bleeding from the beatings and he growled
angrily at Chen Man, "What are you - fucking - doing? He's been kind to
you for over ten years - and this is how you repay him?!!!?"

Chen Man is not far behind, and these two young men are not going to
pretend to be enemies anymore.

Chen Man shot back angrily, "What face do you have to talk about me?
You don't even spare your own personal doctor, you even make trouble at
his sister's wedding reception, you want to disgrace him! He Yu I tell you,
the person in the world who has the least right to condemn me is you!!!"

He Yu didn't listen to any of the things he said.

The emotional monitoring band on his wrist was rapidly spiking red and
the force of his hand was completely out of control. There was at least a
hint of lucidity in Chen Man's breakdown, but He Yu was mad, he was
crazy, and he really wanted - and dared - to take Chen Man's life. In the
middle of the fight, He Yu raised his hand and smashed a lamp in the
room, swinging it straight down with the broken, sharp base!

Xie Qingcheng stopped him in a stern voice.

" He Yu ......!"

The words are clearly just words, but they are like a spell that binds He Yu
violently.

Xie Qingcheng got up, one hand dislocated from Chen Man's twisting, the
other from the arm he had already injured in Yi Village, and unable to use
any strength at all. But he put that hand on the lamp base He Yu was
holding: "Put that down for me."

"Drop it!"

"You want to fight, get the hell out of this mountain and fight."

"......"

"Get out." Xie Qingcheng, who had been through so much excitement that
he looked numb at the moment, said, "Get the hell out of here."

He Yu: " Xie Qingcheng ......"

Chen Man: " Xie Qingcheng ......"

With cold fingers, Xie Qingcheng pulled his shirt tight.

He closed his eyes, "Don't fucking call me that."

Qin Ciyan can be a good elder and a good doctor, while he follows Qin
Ciyan's example and takes care of He Yu and comforts Chen Man.

The end result is fucking outrageous.

He was so unlucky and didn't understand why these youngsters were like
this - he was a hard man and an older man, what was wrong with him or
what had happened to him in his past life that he was liked by two hairless
dogs?

Especially Chen Man ...... says he's had a crush on him for over a
decade ......

How old was Chen Man over a decade ago? What do you know about likes
and dislikes?

He recalls how he used to believe that Chen Man was not as unreliable as
He Yu, despite his occasional doubts, and that he believed in him
unconditionally, no matter what He Yu said. At that time, he even
ironically thought that if Chen Man liked him too, it would be a double
blessing.

Odds of winning the $50 million lottery/lotto.

Now Xie Qingcheng just wants to find a lottery shop to cash in the prize
and ask God to pay the reward of 10 million.

What did he care about them?

What did he care about them two lords?

This is ridiculous ......

They were all looking at him with the eyes of prey, and he was the only
one who thought he was some kind of majestic elder - he was really fed
up with these gentry. He couldn't understand it all.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Get out."

"......"

"Or are you fucking going to make me call the police?!"

The word "police" woke Chen Man up.

His face suddenly went pale - he was instantly reminded of his identity.
This identity was like a beckoning streamer that brought his
consciousness back abruptly from the puddle of rage.
In the space of a few tens of seconds, he became more and more
conscious. The mist of blood in his eyes cleared and he looked at Xie
Qingcheng's dishevelled silk clothes and the mess of his bed.

His heart jumped to his throat as he suddenly realised how much of a

mistake he had almost made.

Like a drunken man suddenly sobering up, Chen Man, his hands and feet
sweating, said in a trembling voice: "Xie Qingcheng, I ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "I'll say it for the last time, both of you, get out of here."

Chen Man was not afraid that Xie Qingcheng would call the police and
make himself look bad in front of everyone, but he had come to his senses
and saw the blankness on Xie Qingcheng's face.

He also noticed that Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards He Yu was also cold
and hard, no better than his own.

So Chen Man's soul was shoved back into his body, so roughly that his
hands and feet were stiff for a while, and his delicate organs like his vocal
cords were unable to function.

It was only after a long time that he regained control of his body before
Xie Qingcheng tried to speak again, and he was now so remorseful and
ashamed that, fearing that Xie Qingcheng would say something else that
would be very disappointing to him, he said in a muffled, almost
incoherent voice, "Brother... I'm sorry ......"

"Get out!"

Chen Man left, unable to even face himself as he was ten minutes ago.

Xie Qingcheng turns his attention to He Yu, who has not yet left, but is
staring at him with red eyes, sad and mad, the ring in his hand shifting
and shimmering with blood.

Although He Yu had long been a different person to him, one thing led to
another today, and he had already made up his mind not to dwell on He
Yu - he knew He Yu too well, and if he treated him differently from Chen
Man, He Yu would sense the special feelings that had grown in him. If he
treated him differently from Chen Man, He Yu would sense the special
feelings that had grown in his heart.
Then all would be lost.

Xie Qingcheng took a moment to close his eyes and then opened them
again.

He gritted his teeth and said to He Yu, "You too, you shouldn't have-"

Before the words were out of his mouth, the dislocated hand, which was
not yet in its right place, was in He Yu's hands.

The pain of the re-bone was nothing to Xie Qingcheng, but what He Yu
then said was a stab in the heart that made Xie Qingcheng's already
numb heart feel like a needle.

He Yu: "He does not know that you have been injured in this hand, but I
know ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... I know it all ...... "

"......"

He took his fingers and clasped them with him one by one. He could no
longer restrain his raging emotions and raised his hand to take the
already very weak Xie Qingcheng into his arms. His hand was behind Xie
Qingcheng's head, hidden in his dark hair. He said, " Xie Qingcheng ......
please ...... don't kick me out, okay?"

"Let me protect you, OK ......"

Xie Qingcheng, embraced by him, has little strength left to struggle, so his
lack of response becomes the coldest blade that stabs He Yu in the heart.

"You're the same as him." Xie Qingcheng finally said woodenly, "Let go of
me, He Yu ."

Some people are like dust, smoke and mist, water and rain, no matter how
much they are embraced or held tightly, they cannot stay.

He always seems to go away, always far away from people.

Xie Qingcheng slowly closed his eyes: "Listen carefully, I will never like
you. Even if you could keep me by your side, it would just be an empty
shell. ...... Let go. Then, please get out."
But no one but himself knew that where the empty shell's heart was, as
he said the words, actually hurt.

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Chapter 177 - That earring

reproduced
The rumours of Xie Qingcheng and He Yu's affair at the Wei family's
wedding reception have nevertheless spread.

These people don't dare to say anything outwardly, but behind the scenes
they are talking about it.

The secret eventually reached Xie Xue's ears, and after her initial shock
and anger, she fell into deep concern.

She didn't think it was just a simple poisoning, after all, He Yu and her
brother didn't react as if they had just had an accident.

Because she had been kept in the dark, she had no idea that such a thing
had happened to Xie Qingcheng, and only now, in retrospect, did she
realise why Xie Qingcheng had been so depressed and more reticent than
ever.

She wanted to ask Xie Qingcheng about the details, but didn't dare to, so
she took it out on Wei Dongheng: "I told you that the people I met in that
hotel were He Yu and my brother, but you said it wasn't ...... or else, or
else I would have ......"

Halfway through the sentence, he bit his lip again and couldn't say
anything else.

She herself knew that even if she had been sure it was He Yu and Xie
Qingcheng, she wouldn't have had the guts to go after them and ask more
questions.

The more she thought about it, the more clues began to emerge in her
mind.

--She had seen He Yu and her brother dragging themselves out of an

empty classroom.
When she arrived home on Chinese New Year's Day, she saw He Yu and
her brother standing in their unclothed room with no lights on and broken
vases on the floor.

When she saw the taxi picking up passengers, He Yu naturally put his arm
around Xie Qingcheng's waist ......

In the heat of the day, Xie Xue's hands and feet were cold with desire.

Had they been together that early?

Xie Xue, who had been tossing and turning for nights with anxiety, finally
made up her mind to go to her brother and ask him.

It was summer holidays and Xie Qingcheng was not living in the janitor's
dormitory, but at home.

She hesitantly appeared at the door of her house in Yu Xiang, carrying a

pile of fruit supplements, and looked in the window on tiptoe to find that
Xie Qingcheng was not at home at the moment.

"Snow?"

Xie Xue looked back and saw Li Miaoqing coming out of the next room and
said, "Aunt Li, where's my brother?"

"I don't know, I think I've gone out." Li Miaoqing put the laundry she had
prepared for drying on the stone bench next to her, wiping her wet hands
on her apron as she surveyed Xie Xue's face and said with concern,
"Come here, Xiao Xue."

She took Xie Xue's hand and asked, "Why are you so haggard? You have
dark circles under your eyes? Did something happen to you?"

Xie Xue had been patient for too long and when she asked, she first cried
out without thinking, "Aunt Li, I, my brother, he's recently-"

The words came back in mid-sentence.

On the day of the wedding, although Aunt Li was there, she was with her
to help, and the affair between Xie Qingcheng and He Yu was a secret of
the gentry, so for the time being, it was only rumoured by those who were
there, so Aunt Li might not have known.

Xie Xue then stopped talking, her words stuck in her throat.

Who knew that Aunt Li, after hearing the first half of the sentence,
combined with Xie Xue's state of mind at the moment, asked in a shaky
voice, "Do you ...... know about it too? What happened to He Yu ......"

Xie Xue's eyes widened and the two women looked at each other for a
long time, neither of them picking out the rest of the words, but they both
saw the answer in each other's eyes.

Xie Xue suddenly threw herself into Aunt Li's arms and finally burst into
loud tears.

"......"

"...... things are what they are."

After Li Miaoqing had finished telling Xie Xue how she had discovered the
secret between He Yu and Xie Qingcheng, Xie Xue was still wiping away
her tears, but she was more angry than the sadness and confusion she
had felt when she arrived.

After all, everything Li Miaoqing had seen and heard before had convinced
her that He Yu was a scum and playboy who had abandoned Xie
Qingcheng, and then abandoned him and felt sorry for him, so he came
back to get him back, causing Xie Qingcheng to be depressed and
depressed.

She told Xie Xue about these things, and Xie Xue then made up her mind,
and it was even better...

He Yu PUA her brother, a slap on the wrist and a piece of candy, seduced
people and then hurt them severely, after hurting and then sweet-talking
to coax them, resulting in such an incident in Xuan Pavilion. Her brother
had to digest the pain of not only being cheated on and abandoned by a
child, but also having to deal with the damage to his reputation.

Xie Xue was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "That animal ...... he even
dared to play with my brother? No ...... I can't stand it ...... I'll go after
him!"
Aunt Li, being sensible, said, "Don't let your brother find out! He's a proud
man, and he'll feel even worse if he finds out that we know about him
too."

"Don't worry, I'm only looking for He Yu, I'll ask him what kind of lard he
is ......!"

Xie Xue is now, to put it mildly, He Yu's teacher.

She was the wife of the third son of the Wei family, and she didn't care
much about her status, nor did Wei Dongheng ever talk about such family
status, but when she went out and entered a shop, the people had to call
her Mrs. Wei.

She's looking for He Yu, in any capacity that's worthy of the title.

So she didn't expect that He Yu would not answer her calls.

She called seventeen or eighteen times, but He Yu finally switched off her
phone.

"Damn you! Scum!" Xie Xue slammed her phone down in anger, hailed a
taxi and gave the address of He's house, and the taxi drove her away.

When they arrived outside He House, they were greeted by a flustered

butler on the door.

The housekeeper, who used to have little regard for this little Aunt Xie,
now treats Mrs Wei with respect.

"I want to see He Yu." Xie Xue said, suppressing a surge of anger, "Please
speak to him and let me in."

The butler did not dare to delay and immediately returned to the house.

But within a few moments he came back trembling, his face full of unease,
as if he had something to hide.

"Mrs. Wei." The butler said apprehensively, " Mr. He ...... Well, he is
physically ill, so he really can't receive you today, do you think we should
do it some other time?"
No matter how angry Xie Xue is, there is no reason to trespass on people's
property.

She stared in exasperation at the brightly lit main building in the distance,
and after a while she noticed several figures of medical staff coming and
going over the main building.

One of them still seemed to be ......

She froze for a moment, rubbing her eyes as the somewhat familiar figure
disappeared around the corner.

--That guy wouldn't be a doctor either ...... She's probably seeing things.

Xie Xue asked the housekeeper in a very unpleasant manner, "Why is he

suddenly ill?"

The housekeeper only smiled sardonically, with a helpless face that did
not allow him to say much.

Xie Xue was not the kind of person who would bully the servants once she
got her way. Seeing that the butler was really embarrassed, she stopped
asking questions and turned her gaze back to the main floor. This time,
she saw the boy standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the
third floor.

" He Yu--"

He Yu was talking to a nurse, and because of the distance, Xie Xue could
not see the expression on his face, but he was seen with his arms clasped
in a completely defensive gesture, while the nurse kept her head down
and seemed to be apologising to him. He finally turned his face away from
the nurse and caught a distant glimpse of Xie Xue's figure at the villa's
front door.

A few moments of stillness.

He Yu suddenly raised his hand and drew the curtains shut.

Xie Xue was furious, but there was nothing she could do, so she left in a
huff. The more she thought about it on the way, the sadder she became.
She didn't know how her brother, who was such a pure-hearted person,
could have been tricked by this little brute, and now he was being bullied
into such an inhuman state.

...... Her brother had never treated He Yu badly, and had never failed to
care for him after all those years. That level of concern seemed to Xie Xue
to be far more than Xie Qingcheng's concern for his ordinary patients.

He Yu knows that Xie Qingcheng is unhappy in his marriage and has lived
a lonely and cold life for many years, but he still wants to seduce him and
ruin him, doing things that are even worse than Li Ruoqiu's cheating.

What did her brother owe him?

How could he do it?

Xie Xue wanted to go back to Strange Rain Lane to be with Xie Qingcheng,
to talk everything out and comfort him. But she also knew that Li
Miaoqing's way of dealing with the situation was the right one. Xie
Qingcheng was not the kind of person who had a strong desire to talk, he
was used to being alone with a cigarette and digesting things quietly.

He did not want anyone to touch his sores, even if it was for the purpose
of treating him.

With this in mind, Xie Xue took a Kleenex out of her small bag, wiped the
tears from her eyes and was about to put the rest of the tissue back when
her mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hello ...... brother?" The call came from Xie Qingcheng, and Xie Xue tried
to maintain the calmness in his voice so that he wouldn't notice the
difference.

"You came to Strange Rain Lane this afternoon?"

"Yes, yes. How do you know?"

"...... You left the fruit on your doorstep."

Xie Xue slapped herself silently on the head - she's so pig-headed!

"Where are you now?" Xie Qingcheng's voice was as light as cold water,
no ripples could be heard.

Xie Xue said, "I ...... saw that you weren't there, so I went shopping at a
nearby mall ......"

Xie Qingcheng said, "Buy less unnecessary things."

After a pause, he added, "Coming back for dinner? Or are you going
home?"

"Back--" Xie Xue choked.

He used to ask her if she was coming home, referring to the little house in
Strange Rain Lane that belonged to both their siblings.

And now, when he asks if she is coming home, he is referring to her new
home with Wei Dongheng. She had become a family, and he was left
alone in the cottage in Strange Rain Lane.

Xie Xue clutches a tissue as her tearful reflection is blurred in the taxi
window.

"Hello?" Xie Qingcheng's voice was still calm and magnetic, with some
thinly veiled confusion, "Why aren't you talking."

Xie Xue held back a choking sob until the mouth of her throat became
sour and astringent.

She said, "...... No, the signal was bad just now."

And again, "I came back. Brother, I went back to both our homes for
dinner."

"Oh ...... then when will it arrive?" Xie Qingcheng's voice was still quiet,
only that silence, which perfectly hid all emotions, was at the moment
making Xie Xue's heart ache in a cone.

"Just another half hour." Xie Xue said softly.

"Good."

Before Xie Qingcheng hung up, she called out to him again, "Brother."
"Hmm? What's going on?"

Xie Xue smiled ugly with tears on her face, "I ...... want to eat Yang Zhou
fried rice that you made. No need to prepare much, just fry me a bowl of
Yang Zhou fried rice, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng brought Xie Xue up from a young age and knows exactly
how to take care of people.

When Xie Xue came home and pushed the door in, he had just finished
preparing Yang Zhou's fried rice with the peas removed and had it on the
small table. He nodded in greeting when he saw Xie Xue enter and then
turned back to serve her the soup.

As soon as the lid is removed, a pungent aroma emerges from the soup
pot.

When she was growing up, Xie Qingcheng didn't have a lot of money, but
twice a week he would make her beef brisket soup, using the best beef he
could buy, and then he would give it all to Xie Xue and only drink a little of
the tomato soup and eat a few chunks of potatoes with the soup.

As Xie Xue looked at his still tall but slim figure, her heart ached and she
took three steps behind him and reached out to hug him.

Xie Qingcheng was slightly surprised and put down his spoon to look back
at her, "What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

Xie Xue shook her head in his arms and whispered, "I want to hug you."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng smells faintly of tobacco, antiseptic water and even some
bitter medicine, not a pleasant smell, too cold, but Xie Xue feels at ease
when she smells it.

Some of these old-fashioned actions occur when the new bride returns to
the door.
Xie Qingcheng therefore didn't think much of it, he sighed and coughed
gently, letting Xie Xue hold him for a while before saying, "Let go, the rice
is cold."

The siblings sat down at the table.

Xie Qingcheng was indeed a little distracted, and the fact that Xie Xue was
pregnant and that he couldn't smoke in front of her at all added to the
sense of dishevelled disorientation.

But he was still handsome and beautiful, his shirt collar not as tightly
buttoned as usual, but with three buttons loosened so that you could see
his beautifully defined collarbone and a small piece of jade chest beneath.

He didn't look at Xie Xue much while he ate. He was so preoccupied that
his fingers would tap the table unconsciously, his habitual tapping of the
ashes, and it was clear that he was having a hard time holding back.

Xie Xue whispered, "Brother, you should eat more too."

She adds several pieces of beef from the soup to Xie Qingcheng's bowl.

"You've lost all your weight."

Xie Qingcheng wanted to ask her to take the meat back, but suddenly
realised that Xie Xue was no longer the little girl who looked forward to a
good meal every week, so she put down her chopsticks.

He collected himself and finally dropped his gaze to Xie Xue's face, ready
to talk to his sister for a while about her family affairs since she married.

But with that one look, Xie Qingcheng was struck dumb, and his hands
and feet went cold...

On Xie Xue's earlobe hangs a brand new earring.

A cross in the form of a bone in solid gold, with a central circle set with
crushed diamonds of the colour of blood, surrounded by three letters:
R.I.P.

--
Before both their parents died, they ended up going to meet a mystery
man in the Yan Zhou clubhouse ...... The earrings that mystery man left
behind were these!

Exactly the same!!!

Xie Qingcheng rose abruptly: " Xie Xue, where did you get this earring?"

The year of his parents' death, Xie Qingcheng went to Yan Zhou alone to
investigate and was lucky enough to be tipped off by an attendant at the
club who passed him a photo of the R.I.P cross earrings, which he found
when he went into the booth to clean it after his parents had met with the
mystery man inside the club.

At that time, the mobile phones we used were usually Nokia, and the
pictures were received by MMS, and the download speed was as slow as a
snail.

To this day, he still vividly remembers how the photograph slowly opened,
bit by bit, to reveal the face of the mysterious earrings.

The waiter had agreed to meet him at a hot pot restaurant to give him the
pendant, but the restaurant caught fire and the waiter was killed, Xie
Qingcheng was hit by a car and his Nokia phone with the photo was taken.

For nineteen years after this, he had only seen the eerie golden cross in
his dreams.

The R.I.P above the earrings was like some kind of profound irony,
mocking him in a nightmare -

Rest in peace, Xie Qingcheng, and don't look into it any further.

You are like a mayfly, and death will be as close to you as the man behind
the curtain wishes.

But now this earring had broken out of his dream and appeared in front of
him at a moment when he had not expected it at all, swaying above his
newlywed sister's earlobe.

Xie Qingcheng's bones and blood were cold as he looked at her and
repeated in a shaky voice, "Where did you get this?"
Xie Xue was startled and touched her ears, "This? This is what my mother-
in-law put on me."

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

How Xie Qingcheng Spent New Year's Eve

When Xie Qingcheng was a child.

Watching the Spring Festival dinner, setting off fireworks, waiting for Zhao
Benshan's skit, and keeping watch on New Year's Eve.

After Xie Qingcheng's parents died.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala with his sister, setting off fireworks with
his sister, waiting for Zhao Benshan's skit, and watching New Year's Eve
with his sister.

After Xie Qingcheng got married.

Helping his wife prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, washing the dishes
after dinner, watching the Spring Festival dinner, and going out to set off
fireworks at 12 o'clock.

Xie Qingcheng After divorce.

Preparing the New Year's Eve dinner with neighbours, eating together and
watching the Spring Festival dinner as a background bgm

After Xie Qingcheng and He Yu get together.

After Xie Qingcheng and He Yu get together: they play New Year's Eve at
home with He Yu. a/vi, no one watches the Spring Festival Gala. There is
no Zhao Benshan sketch anyway. If there had been, Xie Qingcheng might
have been able to keep his head above water and ask He Yu to finish at
the right time, because he would have wanted to see Mr Zhao's sketch.

Chapter 178 - Thread Reconnect

The wealthy official and merchant families of Yan Zhou were often more
superstitious than elsewhere.

The Wei family is a case in point.

They would ask the Taoist priest to do the calculations because there had
been a runaway marriage in the family, and since then all wedding events
have been held in the same lodge where the Taoist priest calculated that
the directions were favourable to their family. And this behaviour is just
the tip of the iceberg.

The gift of 'R.I.P.' bone cross earrings to the bride is also a rule unknown
to the Wei family. This rule predates the location of the hotel, and its
origins are an old legend among the Wei family.

According to legend, around the end of the Qing Dynasty and the
beginning of the Republic of China, the Wei family's ancestors saved a girl
with blonde hair and brown pupils, whose mother had been a girl from a
low-class kiln and had said nothing about her father, and was working
alone with her daughter as a labourer in a shop. A few years later, her
mother died, and the shop she worked in was not doing well, her capital
was not covering her debts, and the girl was left poor and helpless, so she
was sold by her creditors with a straw label.

The girl was influenced by her mother's belief in Christ Jesus and her
preaching to the missionaries, and was ideologically at odds with the
society of the time.

Such an odd little maid would not be bought by a large family as a maid,
let alone as a daughter-in-law or a housekeeper, and she would even talk
back to her creditors.

On one occasion she went too far in talking back, and the debtor, in a fit
of rage, forced her to swallow a handful of coals. The girl's throat and
tongue were immediately destroyed and she was dying. The debtor, who
had no sympathy for her and was too much trouble, left her outside to
fend for herself.

It was at this time that the old ancestors of the Wei family picked up the
girl.

The old ancestor ran a pharmacy and was very kind-hearted. At that time,
his own son had just died of a terminal illness, so he could not bear to see
such a bleak scene.
The old man took the girl home, treated her and treated her well.
However, the girl's injuries were too severe and the medical treatment
was not advanced at the time, so despite the care she received, she died
soon.

Before she died, she begged the Wei family ancestors to find her a cross,
saying that she wanted to leave this world with it in her hands.

The old ancestor didn't know where to find this foreign object, but he
couldn't bear to see the girl's last wish go unfulfilled, so he made a cross
for her out of wood. That night, the girl held the cross and looked at it
again and again, murmured a few words in silence, and dropped a tear of
blood onto the cross and died.

The day before the burial, however, the old ancestor suddenly had a
dream, a very mysterious dream, in which he saw the little girl with snow-
white wings coming around the auspicious clouds and telling him in a
voice as pleasant as heavenly music that she had come to thank the old
man for his last care of her, and that he could bury her bones with the son
of the medicine shop who had died young, so that she could rightfully be
buried in the other world to compassionately accompany the old man's
child and bless future generations.

When the ancestor did not believe him at first, the girl said, "Then when
you wake up in the morning and go to my coffin, you will see that the
wooden cross I am holding has become a cross of pure gold.

When the old man woke up, he immediately went to the morgue and
opened the coffin - and saw that the girl was holding a golden cross, and
that the place where the tear of blood had fallen was even adorned with a
dazzling ruby with the letters R.I.P. engraved on it.

The old man did not dare to be negligent, and he immediately took care of
the girl's affairs as she had asked him to do. Since then, the Wei family
has risen through the ranks, with each generation succeeding the next. He
even made it a rule that every Wei family girl who married, and every
bride who married into the Wei family, had to wear the same solid gold
cross until the first month of marriage as a token of respect for the girl.

With each passing year, this form of cross was gradually fixed and by the
sixth year, it was fully established as a gold bone R.I.P. with red diamonds
earring that was passed down to every Wei family woman.
"But Wei Dongheng did tell me privately that he thought the story must
have been embellished by one of the ancestors." Xie Xue said, "He didn't
really believe in any angelic deities, and he thought that the three letters
R.I.P carved on it probably meant that the ancestors had actually done
something wrong, and that such an act was not gratitude, but town
resentment. He even thought that the girl had been forced to be boned, or
even deliberately killed. He looked through the family tree and saw that
during that time, several Wei family brides died in succession, perhaps
because the ancestors felt that the bone-setting girl's ghost would not go
away, which is why they made gold crosses to ward off evil spirits for each
bride. It was only for the sake of the family's reputation and to keep the
brides from being afraid that the Wei family gradually came up with this
beautiful story, hiding the darkness and bloodshed."

When Xie Qingcheng finished listening to Xie Xue's account, he was not so
much interested in the story as he was shuddering in his heart - for at that
moment he had finally solved the mystery and the nightmare that had
haunted him for nearly twenty years.

The R.I.P earrings belong to a Wei family woman, and a newlywed woman.

--This was the true identity of the mysterious man his parents had met
before they died!

"Brother, what's wrong with these earrings?" Xie Xue cautiously pursued
after he had explained.

Xie Qingcheng could not tell her more about the situation, but he was in a
state of great anxiety. If the person who had killed his parents was the
Wei family, or even Wei Dongheng's mother or sister, then what was Xie
Xue to do now?

Beyond that, he had a more chilling suspicion -

He was seriously injured when he was hit by a car and was only able to
save his life thanks to Mr. Qin's treatment.

The people of that organization may not have been concerned about his
death at first, after all, with a car accident like that, the chances of saving
a life were not great, but later, that organization would have found out
that he was not dead ...... over the years, they did not hunt him down
again, nor did they make any move to capture him for research, at first
Xie Qingcheng also thought it was because a small person like himself
was so insignificant in their eyes that the organization would not notice
him as long as they did not continue to pursue the truth.

But if the killer was a member of the Wei family and Xie Xue was married
to Wei Dongheng, could there be another possibility that they saw every
move Xie Qingcheng made over the years and for some reason they never
laid a hand on him again? Instead, they chose to aim at Xie Xue ......?

The thought was so chilling, as if one foot was in the abyss, that Xie
Qingcheng didn't think any further.

"Brother?"

"...... It's nothing, I've seen a similar one before, but now that I've looked
closer, it's not that similar." Xie Qingcheng reluctantly perfumed Xie Xue,
resumed his seat and ladled a spoonful of beef soup to her, "Let's eat."

The two siblings ate a meal with their own thoughts, so neither was aware
of the other's trance-like state of mind. After the meal was over, he sent
Xie Xue back on the pretext that he had something to do.

After Xie Xue had left, Xie Qingcheng fished out a cigarette and sat on the
edge of the bed to smoke it, thinking about all the clues in his past. He
tried his best to maintain his composure, but finally coughed and dusted
off the cigarette.

He decided to follow the trail and do some investigation of his own first.

This investigation was very similar to the situation he was in nineteen

years ago, and he was left without anyone to ask for help.

His relationship with Chen Man is now a very awkward one.

Zheng Jingfeng is also a rigid character who could never have crossed the
line for him by mere inference.

As for He Yu ......

He Yu's hacking skills were very good, but Xie Qingcheng could not afford
to engage with him any further, let alone involve him in any more.

Fortunately, Xie Qingcheng was not incapable of going it alone. All he had
to do to find out who had lost the R.I.P earrings was to find out exactly
which of the Wei family had been married at the time and was in a new
marriage.

He first ruled out Wei Dongheng's mother, who, judging by the Wei
siblings' birth dates, had married Wei's father long before his parents' car
accident. This discovery helped to settle Xie Qingcheng's anxious and
irritable mind.

The second groundbreaking discovery was on the Internet.

Xie Qingcheng, following He Yu's previous experience of searching the

black history of Huang Zhilong entertainment company, finally managed
to find several portals from around 20 years ago in the vast amount of
information available.

"Weimeng is a strong and happy family union."

The release came just a few months before his parents were killed.

When Xie Qingcheng first searched for this information, it was as if his
heart didn't even dare to beat. He immediately moved his cursor and
clicked on the link. However -

404.

Straight men searching for porn/web will feel the blow whenever they
encounter this kind of code that indicates that the page no longer exists.
Xie Qingcheng has lived for more than 30 years and has never
experienced this kind of blow to a straight man, but this is a moment he
can relate to.

Not only this portal, but all the relevant content on the web has this alert
message when you click on it.

You can't even search for a photo or name of the bride and groom.

Xie Qingcheng has not given up, or at least he has established that 20
years ago there was a Wei family woman who was newly married to a
wealthy family named Meng.

With this level of information, all he had to do was try to get Wei
Dongheng to talk to him, and he would have known who the subject was
straight away. But Xie Qingcheng was cautious and did not ask him,
thinking that there was another line of enquiry that could be pursued
more covertly.

--The private cottage in Hang Zhou.

Over the years, the lodge has hosted so many events for the Wei family
that they would not be able to answer a direct question about a Wei
family lady who got married 20 years ago.

However, according to online traces, the young lady was married to a

groom surnamed Meng, who was "a good match" and even made the
social news at the time, so the wedding must have been big enough to
leave a lasting impression.

Xie Qingcheng then asked the old waiters at the lodge to see if there was
anyone who could "sit and talk about Xuanzong in the presence of a
white-haired court lady".

More than half a month later, the news returned.

An old hotel warehouse manager in his fifties actually remembered the

scene and gave information about the golden couple at that time.

"The bride, Wei Rong, and the groom ...... is the second son of Meng's
company ...... ...... "The old caretaker sips at the mention of it, "I've
received so many distinguished guests, but this couple is the most difficult
to serve, at that time, they almost made me lose my job ......"

According to the veteran employee, Wei Rong was one of the most
eccentric brides he had ever met, as everyone else was happy to get
married, and even if someone was not so happy for some reason, they
would at least put a smile on their face for good luck.

Wei Rong is not like that.

She was picky with the wedding team on the day of the wedding and
threw a tantrum when things didn't go her way.

The senior staff had prepared some Muppet outfits for the staff to change
into and were going to give out sweets and coloured balls to the children
on the day. When Wei Rong saw Mickey bouncing around the venue, she
suddenly became furious and asked who had arranged for such a doll, not
knowing that she hated the colour red.

The wedding team and the hotel were really aware of this, and when the
bride was finalising her wedding plans, she asked for all western style
clothes, refused any red accessories, and never wanted red roses or any
other ruddy flowers on site. Everyone went along with what she wanted,
but who knew she couldn't even accept a Mickey doll? The caretaker was
scolded for this and Wei Rong had him fired immediately.

Fortunately, the supervisor took pity on his poor family, with a wife and
mother to look after, and cajoled Wei Rong into driving him, but in the end
he didn't do so.

The caretaker remained at the lodge, and Wei Rong's domineering

behaviour left a deep impression on him. Even after twenty years, he
could still remember it clearly.

When Xie Qingcheng received this information, he immediately searched

for Wei Rong and Meng Sheng. This time he found much more.

It turns out that Meng Sheng, the groom back then, is the third son of
Meng's estate and has now emigrated abroad to do business in Singapore.
Wikipedia has a photo and information on him now.

Except that instead of " Wei Rong", his spouse's column reads the name
of a foreign woman.

If Xie Qingcheng hadn't done his research, he would have thought that he
didn't know any Ms Wei Rong.

Xie Qingcheng didn't give up, he checked Wei Rong again, and this time
the search engine came up with very few results, but they were shocking
enough.

Because those messages were almost always reporting the same thing -

Wei Rong, the daughter of the Wei family, was killed in a car accident.

The news was released exactly one week after the accident of Xie
Qingcheng's parents!

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

Growing Up Comparison

[Primary Years].

Favourite subject.

He Yu: Language class

Xie Qingcheng: Maths

Most disliked subject.

He Yu: Maths

Xie Qingcheng: None

Favourite school lunch.

He Yu: None, although the school provided the best possible cuisine, but
he was still very dissatisfied.

Xie Qingcheng: Most primary school lunches for kids in those days were
one meat and one vegetable, and it was good to have fried chicken legs
and cabbage soup in their turn.

After-school life in primary school.

He Yu: learning the piano, computer, horsemanship, chess and playing

with mobile phones or computers.

Xie Qingcheng: Reading books, playing badminton with classmates, Eagle

Squad activities, piano lessons for a while when the family was still intact.

Naughty things you did in primary school.

He Yu: None
Xie Qingcheng: Stealing gutter oil and deep-frying snacks from the
roadside, occasionally not going home on time from school to play ball in
a small park.

Junior High]

Favourite subject.

He Yu: History

Xie Qingcheng: Science

Disliked most: He Yu: Maths

He Yu: Maths

Xie Qingcheng: None

Favourite lunch.

Both chose to bring their own lunch in junior high school. He Yu had a
deluxe box lunch prepared by the family chef in the morning.

Xie Qingcheng prepares his own white rice and a small dish in the
morning, but his favourite dish is fried rice.

After school life in junior high school.

He Yu: Being reasoned with by Xie Qingcheng, fighting with Xie

Qingcheng, acting like a good boy in front of Xie Qingcheng, learning
horse riding, learning computer, learning chess, playing with mobile
phones or computers, reading books and watching movies, sneaking out
to jazz bars to listen to music.

Xie Qingcheng: Picking up his sister from school, doing chores, doing
experiments, studying, refusing love letters from little girls and
occasionally from little boys.

Did naughty things in junior high school.

He Yu: Did a lot of bad things, but pretended too well that no one has
found out yet
Xie Qingcheng: None

[In high school].

Favourite subject.

He Yu: Philosophy

Xie Qingcheng: Biology

Favourite course.

He Yu: None

Xie Qingcheng: None

Favourite lunch.

He Yu's favourite thing about being in Europe is the seafood fried rice
made in a nearby Chinese restaurant. The seafood used is very fresh and
delicious.

Xie Qingcheng's favourite lunch is the beef brisket with potatoes in the
high school cafeteria, which is very filling.

After school life in high school.

He Yu: Chatting with Xie Xue on WeChat, listening to music, watching

movies, watching stage plays, going for walks, writing programs, and
occasionally watching an action movie if I'm bored.

Xie Qingcheng: Doing housework, doing experiments, studying, rejecting

love letters from many girls and many boys.

Did naughty things in high school.

He Yu: Hacking people for fun.

Xie Qingcheng: No

[In college].

Favourite course.

He Yu: Classes at the medical school next door

Xie Qingcheng: I like them all

Hated class.

He Yu: None

Xie Qingcheng: None

Favourite lunch.

He Yu: He goes to Xie Qingcheng's place for lunch.

Xie Qingcheng: The school canteen is cheap and has a lot of food, so he
likes it all.

Life after school.

He Yu: solving cases, being involved in various cases, chasing Xie

Qingcheng, doing things with Xie Qingcheng in various places, being
beaten by Xie Qingcheng, and doing things with Xie Qingcheng while
being beaten by Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng: doing experiments, studying, rejecting his sisters and

brothers and seniors.

Did naughty things in college.

He Yu: ...... as shown in the article.

Xie Qingcheng ：No

Chapter 179 - He said goodbye

The sequence of events, as deduced from the clues so far, is as follows.

Shortly after Xie Qingcheng's parents met Wei Rong at the Yan Zhou
clubhouse while investigating a case, Xie Ping and Zhou Muying were both
demoted again, and then killed when their van spontaneously combusted
during their daily outing.

A week after the Xie's death, Wei Rong, a newlywed, also died, also in a
car accident.
Xie Qingcheng checked the time of remarriage of Wei Rong's husband
Meng Sheng, six months after the woman's death. The timing is also
intriguing, for if one's new spouse died, it would have taken at least three
or five years for the living one to remarry.

There are only three reasons why a man would rush to marry a new wife
just after the death of his wife.

Firstly, the wife had hooked up with her new lover before she died, leaving
her mistress to take over.

Secondly, the family still has a very old-fashioned custom of "wedding

rituals".

Thirdly, there is no affection between the couple.

The third type of marriage is the most common among the great families,
but the fact that Meng Sheng married another woman less than six
months after Wei Rong's tragic and unexpected death should have
offended Wei Rong's mother's family.

Strangely enough, the relationship between the two families is not

affected by this, and they continue to work together as usual, as if the Wei
family does not blame Meng Sheng for this behaviour.

At this point in the investigation, the investigation is again mired in fog.

But behind this woman, Wei Rong, must lie valuable clues that could lead
to the solving of the murder of his parents. There is no doubt about it.

At the same time Xie Qingcheng is slightly relieved - he always thought

his parents had met the person behind the plot, but now it seems that
they may have met the victim, and since Wei Rong was probably also the
victim, the plot may not have involved Xie Xue's in-laws.

He could have continued his quest along this path.

Xie Qingcheng has taken time out of his busy schedule to cook a pot of
rice with peas and ham.
Even though he had re-started his case and was scrambling to finish Mr.
Qin's book, he felt exhausted, even though he had re-stimulated his First
Emperor's powers with RN-13 and maintained a mental agility far beyond
that of a normal human being.

"Eating ham and peas with rice in the summer is the best way to replenish
your strength and brain power."

This is what Zhou Muying told him when he was a child, and although
there is no scientific basis for it, sometimes psychological comfort is far
more important than scientific basis.

The rice is washed, diced sausages and salted meat are added and
simmered in the kettle, a very simple summer dish, but when it comes
out, it is fragrant, soft and sticky.

This is the first time Xie Qingcheng has cooked a pot of peas and rice and
he is the only one who eats it.

"...... overcooked."

He looked at the pot full of rice and wanted to call Xie Xue, but finally put
the phone down and sighed.

In the afternoon, the second brother of Xu called Xie Qingcheng to say

that the police had given the final results of the investigation into the
poisoning of the Wei family's wedding lodge.

"It's fucking outrageous, they've identified high concentrations of

hallucinogens and ecstasy in the remaining incense ashes, there's no
doubt about it, but the waitress has been repeatedly arraigned for over a
month and hasn't provided any meaningful clues." Wei Er said, "She's so
good at it, even the secret agents don't talk as tightly as she does."

Xie Qingcheng suddenly asked, "Did she have a nosebleed?"

"No." Weiji wondered, "Why do you ask that?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "...... is nothing."

Although the Huang Zhilong company has been taken to task, the core
secret of the "listening water" is still in the hands of only a few people,
and if the existence of this chemical were to be made public, the
consequences could be unthinkable.

The new version, which Meiyue has since studied carefully, has many
similarities to RN-13, although it is far less powerful and has far fewer side
effects than RN-13, and its effects on the body are only temporary and, at
present, do not appear to be as likely to cause serious illnesses such as
mental Ebola.

However, it may still cause varying degrees of harm to the user.

For example, depression, bipolar disorder, paranoia ...... Some people with
severe reactions may also experience coma and drowsiness like Xie Xue.
The main criterion for determining whether or not listening to the water
will cause similar damage to the victim, as researched by Meiyue, is
whether or not there are symptoms of intermittent nosebleeds within two
months.

If so, it is important to receive treatment.

If not, then the hearing water is not causing harm to this individual case
and no further intervention is required.

"But He family is also odd." Weiji said on the other end of the line, "It's got
their eldest son involved, yet they've been ignoring the progress of the
police investigation for over a month now, not even showing up, as if
they're not very interested."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... Probably they felt that the original target of the
poisoner was not He Yu and that it was not the He family they wanted to
assassinate."

"That's still too unlike them, too." There was a lot of discontent in Wei Er's
tone, "At least it's their child that's in trouble, right? I've heard before that
He family is notorious for favouring the younger one, and that the parents
only have eyes for the younger one.

Xie Qingcheng did not comment on this, asking only: "What was the final
outcome of the investigation?"

"The drug powder is not seen in China, but in the Golden Triangle, a
narcotics police officer once seized it along with the drug/products. The
company is a member of the International Association of Drug Traffickers
(IADT). Don't worry. We Wei family people are not that easy to bully, and
we won't be like the He family, who don't even care about their own
relatives."

"...... Thank you."

Wei Er, the military gangster, snapped his fingers and laughed, "You're
welcome, it's family."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingcheng frowned slightly.

Given his confrontation with Lv Zhishu at the time, it seems that Lv Zhishu
was very concerned about her family's reputation, but why did she then
stop following the case altogether?

And what about He Jiwei? Why didn't he take care of the case either? ......
Xie Qingcheng's impression is that He Jiwei was not such a person and
that he at least showed some concern for He Yu.

But now that he has completely broken with the He family, there is no one
to answer these questions for him.

In the late afternoon, Xie Qingcheng has just finished heating up the peas
and rice and is ready to have dinner and then go back to work.

I didn't expect to hear a hesitant knock on the door when I had just turned
on the rice cooker.

Xie Qingcheng opens the door and is slightly surprised.

"...... Chen Man ."

Standing in the doorway was Chen Yan, whom he hadn't seen since the
wedding reception.

Chen Man later apologized to him, sent him messages and called him, but
Xie Qingcheng didn't say much, meaning that the past is the past and
such ridiculous things should be treated as if they never happened, so as
not to embarrass each other.

Chen Man had been turned down by Xie Qingcheng several times when he
wanted to see him, but who knew he would come straight to him today?
" Xie Qingcheng ......" Chen Man could see he was nervous as he handed
Xie Qingcheng the pile of gift boxes he had brought with him before
saying, "I... Can I, can I come in and sit down?"

"......"

People are here and it's not appropriate to let people eat behind closed
doors, so Xie Qingcheng opened the door and turned it sideways.

When Chen Man entered the house, Xie Qingcheng did not close the door,
but left it open so that the neighbours could see what was going on in his
house.

The atmosphere between them was once as natural as that of brothers,

but now it was stiffened beyond words.

A long silence.

Finally, Xie Qingcheng began, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not, not yet ......"

Xie Qingcheng turned around and added another set of chopsticks, served
an extra bowl of rice with peas and salted pork, and said to Chen Man, "Sit
down and eat first. If you have anything to do, you can talk about it while
you eat."

Throughout this process, he never looked Chen Man in the eye.

When Chen Man was a child, he also ate rice with peas cooked by Xie
Qingcheng. It was the summer of the second year after his brother left, he
came to Xie Qingcheng's house and asked Xie Qingcheng to teach him his
homework. Man and Xie Xue went to the courtyard of Rainy Lane and the
three of them ate rice with peas and drank watermelon juice under the
white orchid tree ......

Now that I think about it, it's like a dream.

" Xie Qingcheng, I actually came here today to apologize to you. That day
at the lodge, I-"
Xie Qingcheng interrupted him, "You've already sent me a message and
called me, so you don't need to say anything more about this in the
future."

Chen Man looked at the man sitting across from him and insisted, "No,
brother, please let me finish this time. It's because ...... because I'm
leaving Huzhou soon."

Xie Qingcheng's hand pauses as he prepares to eat with chopsticks, and

for the first time his eyes fall on Chen Man's face.

He saw the youth's face, which had lost a good deal of weight.

"......"

"I'll be leaving Huzhou soon." Chen Man said it again, his voice seemingly
watery.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... go to Yan Zhou ?"

Chen Man shook his head, "Canton City."

"Where to go for what."

Chen Man hung his head, and after a while, he raised his eyes, looking sad
and determined: "I applied for a transfer. The city of Guangzhou has a
large number of immigration personnel, and the criminal investigation has
been somewhat short of people in the past two years, so I applied for a
transfer to be a front-line criminal police officer there. ...... has received
the transfer notice, and the day after tomorrow, I will be leaving."

Xie Qingcheng: "............"

The fan in the room swings its head and the subtle humming sound is the
only source of sound in the house.

Xie Qingcheng snapped his chopsticks down, got up and said in a stern
voice, " Chen Yan, what the hell do you want? Are you crazy?"

Chen Man bows his head and says nothing.

Xie Qingcheng: "Don't you know that the most dangerous jobs are missing
over there? The missions you take on are second only to the Golden
Triangle border in terms of death and injury rates? With a mind like yours,
you're going to be a frontline detective in Guangzhou? Why don't you just
find a tree and hang yourself to death!"

Chen Man's face turned red and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng, still not satisfied, said angrily, "Why are you crying? Your
brother is the one who should be crying! Your parents, your grandfather
and your mother are the ones who should be crying! I'm asking you, isn't
it nice to be alive? What are you trying to do, huh? You're a hairless little
brat, why the fuck do you want to get yourself killed! You think you're a
hero?!"

"My brother back in the day also-"

"Your brother is your brother! You are you! Your brother was the top
graduate of the police academy back then and he died! His comrade, one
of my parents' apprentices, who was also one of the best, died too! And
you? You should have stayed in the police station. What's wrong with the
police station? What's wrong with a police station? What's wrong with a
police force?"

"No." Chen Man was scolded in a faltering voice as he finally retorted, a

radical light in his eyes, "No, brother. I don't think there's anything wrong
with the police, but I know I'm in Shanghai, I'm under your care and my
parents' and grandpa's, and I'll always be just an overgrown child. You
care for me, but no one can look up to me ...... even I can't look up to
myself!"

"......"

"I completely lost my mind and judgment that day at the hotel, and if I
had been mature enough, I could not have done what I did. All the more
reason why I should not have said such excessive and hurtful things to
you." Chen Man wiped away his tears and got up and said to Xie
Qingcheng, "Xie Qingcheng, I'm sorry. You have believed in me for so
many years, you have treated me well for so many years, and yet I hurt
you like that. I feel that I have failed you in all your expectations and care
for me."

He wiped his tears, but his eyes were still red: "I don't know, what is going
on between you and He Yu, but I know that whatever Xie Qingcheng you
have done, you are that very, very good person, and the hidden agenda
behind this I may not deserve to know, but I should go and believe in you,
as you believe in me."

"......"

"Maybe that's the only way you'll want to really look at me."

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to his forehead, his heart was on fire: "
Chen Man ...... I look at you or not, it's not a question of whether you
become mature or not, but I simply don't like you, I don't like men ...... "

"You don't like men, so why are you with He Yu?" Chen Man interrupted
him.

Xie Qingcheng: "I ......"

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

He waited for an answer and couldn't wait.

And he wanted a reply, but could not think of one.

It was ultimately mute.

Chen Man Heart like a knife: " Xie Qingcheng ...... The way you look at him
...... is different from the way you look at me... ...I'm too stupid, for so
long, I did not notice, until later recalled the past, I realized ...... he was no
longer just a protected person in your eyes, the way you look at him ......
you ...... at school, at the hotel, the way you looked at him was different
from the way you looked at me ......"

Xie Qingcheng has no idea - is that really the case?

Chen Man choked out, "I know, I know you don't like me. I'm too childish,
I'm not smart enough ...... but I want to grow up too, I want to be different
from what I was, I don't want me to look back at my life when I'm eighty
and live it so woefully and badly. No opinion and always looking like a
child."

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes: "...... Are your parents and your
grandfather aware of this?"

"They only found out yesterday."

"...... You're not opinionated." Xie Qingcheng gritted his back teeth, angry
and worried, he still cared about Chen Man, "- you're so fucking
opinionated, Chen Yan, you're so opinionated! You're so willful that you're
uncontrollable! I used to think that out of you, He Yu and Xie Xue, you
would be the least disappointing to me. Now it seems that I was so
wrong!"

Chen Man: "I'm not trying to be capricious, I just want ...... I just want to
be different."

"......"

"I just want to sharpen myself up and stop being treated like a protected
object by all of you."

"......"

"I just ...... I just think, Xie Qingcheng, if I grow up, maybe one day ......
maybe ...... there will be that day, you'll be able to-"

He didn't finish.

Because Xie Qingcheng wouldn't let him finish the second half of his
sentence.

Xie Qingcheng had already said, "I won't like you, Chen Man. I'm your
elder."

Chen Man was silent for a long time: "What about He Yu?"

"...... He's not the same."

"......"

"There's too much going on between him and me to explain to anyone."

Xie Qingcheng has never admitted his feelings in front of He Yu, and in
this moment he says this in front of Chen Man, "But He Yu is different.
There is no second person who can replace him."
After a pause, he continued, "If you took such a risk and went to Canton
City as a detective for my sake, then there was absolutely no need for you
to go through with it."

Chen Man looked at him in disbelief, and once again tears came to her
eyes.

He raised his hand sharply, covering his eyes, and half a moment later he
said hoarsely, "...... I am not for you, Xie Qingcheng ."

"......"

"I am so that I can stand before you." Chen Man hissed, "On an equal
footing."

With that, he bowed to Xie Qingcheng and, unable to bear the sadness in
his heart any longer, turned and walked out the door.

Chen Man did not touch a single bite of the bowl of peas and rice, similar
to that of his childhood, which was already cold.

Xie Qingcheng sits down slowly, his expression hidden by his hair, and no
one can see the look in his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly got up, his emotional outburst suddenly

overturned the table, the food on the table fell to the ground with a crash,
he gasped and finally held his forehead, slid to the ground in a disheveled
manner ......

He fished out a cigarette and lit it with a trembling hand.

Xie Qingcheng coughed heavily, cursed and threw the cigarette on the
floor again - the mess was like a mockery of his life.

At the same time, there was a great secret going on at He House -

"...... sorry for trying so hard for so many days, this time it's really back to
the drawing board ...... please ...... be sorry for your loss. "
The emergency doctors who arrived did not put the person in bed on a
stretcher, they made a judgement on the spot - the patient, who had been
dead for a long time, had lost his body temperature.

The white cloth was slowly covered to conceal the face of the deceased.

The villa was as silent as the grave.

--------------------

Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

He Yu: Guess who's dead?

Xie Qingcheng: It wasn't you anyway.

He Yu: What if it was me?

Xie Qingcheng: There is no such thing as a what-if.

He Yu: Suppose, if there is an eventuality, will you feel sorry for me?

Xie Qingcheng: ...... No.

He Yu: Really? But I read today's update and you and Chen Man said I was
irreplaceable.

Xie Qingcheng: You've misread it.

He Yu: Oh? Oh, really? Then I'll read it to you.

Xie Qingcheng: ......

Chapter 180 - Going the Distance

When a young man like Chen Man goes to live in another country for a
long time, it is reasonable for his friends and family to get together and
have a farewell party or something.
But Chen Man left in such a hurry that even his parents were caught off
guard, and no one else was prepared.

The farewell party was not possible, so some of the Chen family's relatives
and friends, as well as political and business partners, sent people to see
the plane off.

"This is a small token of our appreciation, take it and take care of yourself
when you get to Canton."

"Take your time brother and have a safe trip!"

The mother stopped her young daughter's babbling and said, "When
you're flying, you say "safe journey", not "safe journey", understand?

The little girl scratched her head, showing her milk teeth, and said
instead, "Yes, take your time, brother, and have a safe trip."

Chen Man thanked them all and after saying goodbye, he hugged his
mother, who was in tears, "Mum, it's okay, don't worry. I'll keep you
posted."

Chen's mother was still speechless.

The first thing you need to do is to go to the field and become a first-line
detective, and you can't persuade him. Your grandfather almost scolded
us yesterday, and if it weren't for the important cadre meeting he had to
attend today in Yan Zhou, he would have flown here to lecture you. ......
Alas, forget it, it's useless to talk too much, you take care of yourself."

Chen Man nodded his head.

There were many people, familiar and unfamiliar, who came to say
goodbye. Chen Man's eyes skimmed over them, as if waiting for someone
to appear, but it was almost time to board the plane and that person was
still nowhere to be seen.

Chen Man's eyes gradually showed a disappointment that was hard to

hide.

"Well, go on. Call us when you arrive." Chen's father said.

Chen Man nodded, took his ticket and turned around to prepare to leave.
Yet just then -

" Chen Yan ."

Chen Man shuddered as if he had been touched by an electric current and

glanced around.

A familiar, tall figure appears in the crowd at the airport, Xie Qingcheng,
wearing a pale root-coloured shirt and smoky grey trousers, walking
slowly towards him with his hands in his pockets.

Chen Man, as if in a dream, murmured, " Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng walked up to him, stood still and handed him a red packet,
"...... nothing else to say."

"Brother ......"

"Now that you have made your decision, take this path well. This is my
accompanying gift to you, wishing you a new start in another city."

Chen Man did not dare to show too much in front of the crowd, except for
his trembling fingers as he accepted the red envelope, which revealed his
ups and downs at the moment.

He took the red envelope, which was covered in familiar, timeless, hard
pen writing.

"Peace."

With only these two simple words, Chen Man's vision is somewhat blurred.

Xie Qingcheng didn't expect much from him, he only wanted Chen Man to
be safe and sound in Guangzhou. Chen Man took the red envelope with
both hands and Xie Qingcheng said, "Open it when no one is around."

Although he didn't know why he was asking, Chen Man said yes.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him steadily for a few seconds, as if there was
something else he wanted to say to him, but in the end, because of what
had happened between them, he didn't say it.
At that moment, the plane ticket announcement at the airport sounded,
and Chen Man looked back and whispered, "Brother, thank you for coming
to see me off today."

Xie Qingcheng patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Chen Man enters the security check.

Although Chen Lisheng's death was not directly related to the Xie family,
in his father's opinion, Chen Lisheng died to seek justice and the truth for
the Xie family. The death of Chen Lisheng was not directly related to the
Xie family.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care either, as he finished seeing Chen Man off and
left the crowd.

"Hey, did you guys just see that? That's Xie Xue's brother."

"Which one?"

"The one who appears at the end to give Chen Yan a red envelope, the
one who is very tall and quite handsome."

On his way out of the airport, Xie Qingcheng stops at a convenience store
to buy a coffee. They had both heard about the affair, but one of them had
never seen Xie Qingcheng before and was happy to listen to the other
one.

"Oh my God, it's him? I heard rumours about him and Mr. He before, I
thought he was one of those foxy looking guys, that guy looks pretty
decent ah, more manly than my husband, how could he be the kind of guy
who seduces Mr. He into bed ...... you're kidding me right?"

"Who's kidding you, it's him! If you don't believe me, search the internet,
he's been in the social news several times before and you can still find
photos and videos of him online."

The woman searched and was shocked: "It's really him ...... but this guy
doesn't look gay at all. The male lovers I've met before who were kept,
ouch, they were all so beautiful, they could take better care of themselves
than me! Mr. He what is going on, to find also find a soft and beautiful
well."

"You don't get it, do you?" Her best friend lowered her voice and
whispered, "Nowadays, these rich youngsters are popular to play with
straight men, or look like straight men, that's the only way to have a
sense of conquest, enough excitement. I heard from Mrs. Zhong who
witnessed the scene on that day, this Professor Xie's voice at that time,
aigoo, amazing, she was a woman she was ashamed to hear, no wonder
she charmed Mr. He into a daze."

"How good can a man's voice be, Mrs. Zhong's speech is exaggerated."

"Not only Mrs. Zhong, Mrs. Fan also said so, you know Mrs. Fan's taste,
she owns the Empty Night Club, she has so many beautiful men under
her, what has she never seen?"

With their backs to him, they were also buying coffee, completely
oblivious to the fact that Xie Qingcheng himself was in the airport
convenience store.

He had no way of stopping or defending himself against such foul

language, so he might as well just ignore it, for there had been a lot of
foul language about him, and he had long since become accustomed to it.

However, the conversation between the two women does not end there,
and the subject shifts from Xie Qingcheng to He Yu.

"And would you say that Mr. He was serious about him?"

"I do see the possibility ......"

"That's outrageous."

"Before this Xie Qingcheng incident, he didn't have any flirtations, but now
it has been revealed that he is having an affair with his former personal
doctor. The former personal doctor has been a doctor in his family for
almost ten years and brought Mr. He up from the age of seven to eight.

"Ouch ......" the other wife sniffed, using her imagination for a moment
and couldn't help but tsk, "...... that's too ......"
The voices of the wives got lower and lower, and the conversation became
more and more indulgent: "It's not certain when these two got together,
but maybe Mr. He had his first puberty and took it out on this 'private'
doctor. The last time I spoke to Mrs. Zhong about it, she thought they
must have been talking for years."

"You're still so passionate after all these years of talking, you can't even
resist getting it on at your sister's wedding reception, so shameless."

"Who says it isn't. But if you ask me, no matter how long they've been
sneaking around, Mr. He is going to break up with this doctor lover of his
now."

The broadsheet pricked up her ears, "Oh? What does that say?"

"You don't know? He hasn't been out of the house much lately, and he
hasn't gone to Xie Qingcheng. We all think he's been lectured by his
parents. No one dared to talk about it openly at the wedding, but who
wouldn't talk about it behind the scenes? He Jiwei and Lv Zhishu had lost
all their shame to their eldest son. If Lv Zhishu is like that, she'll force Mr.
He and the private doctor to break it off."

"It seems like a really ...... long time since I've heard from He family when
you say that."

"The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing.

The more Xie Qingcheng listens, the more annoyed he gets. He finishes
the rest of his refreshing coffee in two sips, throws the paper cup in the
trash, and is ready to leave.

Who knew that just then -

"Hey, do you think Wei family is a villain in the area of marriage? Why are
they always involved in these wedding scandals? When we were young,
that Wei Rong was also..."

Xie Qingcheng was taken aback, Wei Rong?

He did not expect to hear Wei Rong's name here and immediately stopped
in his tracks.
"I'd forgotten if you didn't tell me. It was almost twenty years ago, wasn't
it, and I wasn't even married then."

I remember the wedding reception so well, it was the weirdest wedding

reception I've ever been to. The bride and groom both wanted to have the
words 'family union' written on their faces. Wei Rong even dropped his
ring on the floor during the ring exchange, and in front of all the guests,
he came down from the stage and picked it up himself, without wiping it,
and put it on Meng Sheng."

"And wearing the wrong finger."

"Yeah, the faces of the two high halls, yo." The broad shook her head,
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's a vivid memory. When Meng Sheng remarried, all
information about Wei Rong was omitted. No wonder the Wei family didn't
have the heart to blame him."

"I think that Wei Rong is also funny, I heard that she thinks Meng Sheng is
ugly and does not like others, but how good she is? I hated her at that
time. At first I wanted to be friends with her and felt sorry for her, but it
turned out that she had a high self-esteem and was always showing off
her academic ability, saying that those of us who couldn't study were all
pig-headed. Unlike her, she is a senior student of Shanghai Medical
Science and a student of Qin Ciyan."

Xie Qingcheng: "!!!"

The broads have finished their coffee, and the two gather themselves up
and rise gracefully, their faces both glowing with gossip.

"So what if she's a senior student of Shanghai Medical Science, so what if

she's a student of Academician Qin, she's still a dead student like that, but
she's still nothing?"

"Go early, I guess, if she had gone later, with her talent, I'm afraid she
would have had to win a Nobel Prize."

The two wives seem to be quite disgusted with Wei Rong. Normally, it's
unlikely that a normal person would disparage a dead person, but when
they talk about Wei Rong, they can't stop talking about her, and they
don't stop making snide remarks about her until they walk out of the
convenience store together.
The induction door of the convenience store closed behind them both.

Xie Qingcheng stood frozen in place, the words echoing in his head -

"...... Unlike her, a senior student at Shanghai Medical School and a

student of Qin Ciyan."

He took a taxi immediately after leaving the airport and headed for the
Shanghai Medical Archives building. The leaden grey city swept before his
eyes, the bright light of the sun shining through between the depressing
buildings, a drum beating in his heart, vibrating his heart cavity thumping
so hard. Xie Qingcheng could vaguely sense that a certain truth, after so
many years of wandering, was finally coming closer and closer to him.

On the plane.

Chen Man opened the red envelope given to him by Xie Qingcheng, and in
it, apart from money, an old yellow greeting card fell out. The card looked
familiar and Chen Man slowly opened it, and halfway through reading it,
tears welled up in his eyes.

It was a greeting card he gave to Xie Qingcheng in the New Year, the year
after his brother left. The handwriting has faded, but the whole card has
been well preserved by Xie Qingcheng.

Mr. He The card reads.

Xie Qingcheng, thank you for being my brother instead, protecting me and
encouraging me, I hope you will always be my brother in the future and I
will always be there for you, Xie Xue and I will always be there for you and
we should all be happy every day.

Chen Yan

Beneath this childish text, deposited over the years, there is a dark,
slightly tilted, new line of writing, just left by Xie Qingcheng.

"Life is long, cherish the road ahead, do not be proud or discouraged, wait
for the light."
The children of that year did not always see Xie Qingcheng as their
brother, as the card said, and they could not always be happy together.

What one says at ten about forever seems like a childish to hilarious joke
at twenty.

And at thirty, it seems like a wonderful but unreturnable dream.

--------------------

Author's comment.

Chen Man is gone, so He Yu is left, then the tank's blood bar countdown is
put up ...... hehehehehehe ......

Chapter 181 - Ascending to the

throne
It took Xie Qingcheng nearly a month to locate the old Wei Rong file, as it
was a voluminous archive, and all the pre-millennium files were paper-
based, with no electronic entry, and had been transferred several times.

Wei Rong was a post-graduate surgical student at the University of

Medicine, and she excelled in her studies. She has her transcripts on file,
with perfect scores in almost all her major courses, but she did not
participate in any club activities, and she barely passed all her elective
courses such as sports and art.

She seems to be a person who has no interest in knowledge outside her

field.

Xie Qingcheng scrolled down to the last page and found a two-inch
photograph of Wei Rong taken at the time of his graduation.

So twenty years later, Xie Qingcheng finally saw the true face of the
missing earring from Yan Zhou's clubhouse.

It was a schoolgirl with a round face and double eyelids, but her eyelids
were slightly puffy, so her gaze was dull and her face looked like a pencil
drawing that had been smeared with an eraser, flat and bland. In this
picture she is wearing dark hair and looking proudly out of the camera, it
is clear that although she is not a sought-after beauty, she is still quite
calm and confident because of her family's wealth and her excellent
professional results.

When Xie Qingcheng saw this photo, a chill ran down his spine.

He had a similar feeling when he first saw Jin Xiuhe's photo, and later,
when the case was solved, Xie Qingcheng knew that Jin Xiuhe was Jiang
Lanpei, so the chill should have been his brain picking up the image and
feeding it an eerie sense of familiarity that didn't match up with anyone
else.

Did he see her picture at Qin Ciyan's house? In one of those student photo
booklets?

Xie Qingcheng could not recall whether he had seen Wei Rong's
photograph in Qin Ciyan's possession or not, as all of Qin Ciyan's
belongings had been disposed of and buried with him.

He went back and forth again, carefully reading this old file from cover to
cover.

This time, he made an even more unexpected discovery -

During her internship, Wei Rong visited a pharmaceutical company's

laboratory where she achieved such excellent results that she was given a
very high rating by the head of the company on her social practice sheet,
whose name was clearly written as.

He Jiwei!

This girl, like him, had worked for He Jiwei's company through Old Qin's
connections!

While he did not stay in He Jiwei's lab for long, Wei Rong chose to remain
there after graduation, until she died in a car accident.

When Xie Qingcheng made this discovery, he was so upset that he wanted
to meet He Jiwei right away, so he dialed his number.

"Doodle doo ......"

During the wait, his hands were trembling slightly.

The truth is really getting closer ...... as long as He Jiwei is willing to

help ......

However, I don't know if it was because He Jiwei knew about his affair with
He Yu, but he called four or five times in a row, but there was no
response.

By late that night, Xie Qingcheng thought that He Jiwei would never call
back and he was in a state of endless agitation and boredom, smoking
one cigarette after another.

But just as he was about to bury himself in the ashes, his mobile phone
suddenly rang and Xie Qingcheng looked at his contacts with a jolt.

He Jiwei!

His pupils fluttered suddenly, blood flowing upwards, and he immediately

picked up the phone.

" Mr. He ."

"......"

There was a long silence on the other end, and only the faint hiss of a
signal could be heard.

Outside the window, the moonlight pours in, and Xie Qingcheng sits on
the edge of the bed, his heart pounding, suppressing the rush in his
breathing as he waits for He Jiwei to open his mouth.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few dozen
seconds, or actually just a few seconds. A voice finally came over the
loudspeaker.

That voice, however, did not belong to He Jiwei, but to someone else he
knew better.

He Yu Dao: " Xie Qingcheng ......"

"......" Xie Qingcheng was stunned, "How come it's you? Where's your
dad?"

"......"

There was another long silence.

Xie Qingcheng had a tendon jutting at the back of his neck, and he raised
his hand to rub his neck, trying to soothe the uneasy feeling in his heart.
This is so strange ...... Why is He Jiwei's phone being used by He Yu?

And He Yu's voice doesn't sound right either, as if he's trying too hard to
suppress some emotion that's trying to break out of his throat in defiance,
and his voice is so muffled by the two contradictions.

Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly hung in the air: "Where are you now?"

"...... I'm on your doorstep."

"......"

"Just open the door." He Yu said, "I want to see you."

It was so surprising that Xie Qingcheng had forgotten that he was not
supposed to pay any more attention to He Yu. He got up quickly and got
out of bed. The moment he opened the door, he saw He Yu standing
under the rose vine in the alcove, all in black, his skin whiter and whiter,
holding the phone that was still on the line, looking at Xie Qingcheng
quietly, without a trace of expression on his face.

Xie Qingcheng subconsciously looked at his bracelet, wondering what his

emotions were at the moment -

He Yu has removed his bracelet.

His wrist is empty and he wears nothing.

He Yu straightened up, hung up the phone and took a few steps forward
through the moonlight. It was clear that he had said nothing and showed
no expression, yet his aura seemed completely different from the last
time we met over a month ago.

"Invite me in, Xie Qingcheng."

"......"

He turned his face slightly sideways and lowered his eyelids, his lashes
gilded with a silvery moonlight.

"You're the only place I can come."

Because He Yu was so perverse, Xie Qingcheng did not kick him out, but
let him inside and closed the door behind him.

"Did something happen to you?"

"......"

Seeing that He Yu was not answering but his lips were pale, Xie
Qingcheng decided not to ask and went to the tea table to pour him a pot
of hot tea. But while he was taking care of the tea set, He Yu got up and
came behind him, suddenly raising his hand and embracing him around
the waist.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Don't move." He Yu opened hoarsely before he could break away from

himself, "...... Let me hold it for a while. Okay? I'm having a hard time
inside, and I don't know anyone else who can give me a little peace right
now but you."

" He Yu ...... What's wrong with you?"

He Yu held him tightly, stopping Xie Qingcheng's attempt to turn around,

"Don't you turn around."

"I'm too wretched to look good now. I'm afraid you'll dislike me even more
if you see me."

Xie Qingcheng felt the material on his shoulders soaked with warm tears,
He Yu wouldn't let him look, He Yu was crying.

He was held in this way for some time, and although He Yu had said
almost nothing, Xie Qingcheng had a vague feeling in his mind that there
was a fog in front of him, and that in its depths an unseen beast showed
itself as a vague, huge figure.

He Yu, who almost never cries in front of others, can often cry
uncontrollably in front of him, but this time seems to be different from
every other time.

He Yu is fragile, he seems to be trapped in a contradictory emotion that

makes him very fragile.

The room was so quiet that the sound of a heartbeat could be heard.

Boom pass.

Boom pass.

"You know what ......"

The giant beast comes closer and closer out of the fog -

"He's dead." Finally, He Yu spoke softly.

BOOM--

One second, two seconds ...... heart seemed to stand still, or was it the
slight ringing in the ears that prevented one from hearing the subtle
sounds in the chest?

He Yu did not say who it was, only that it was him.

But Xie Qingcheng realised who he was almost instantly.

The monster hissed and leapt out of the fog, green-faced and fanged,
bearing the face of a bull's head and a horse's face, with the black and
white streamers stuck behind its body.

"He's dead." He Yu murmured again, repeating to no one in particular,

"He's dead ......"

It was some time before Xie Qingcheng's hand slowly put the half-poured
tea back on the tea table. He had been friends with He Jiwei for some
time, but his reaction to the news of his friend's death was more intense
than normal, and he knew it was because of He Yu - He Jiwei was, after all,
He Yu's father.

Xie Qingcheng lets He Yu hug him even tighter.

Ryoga asked, containing the tremble in his voice: "...... When was this?"

"...... It's actually been almost a month since the branch went public in the
U.S. because of the risk of the listing and no word got out to the public. I
also ...... I've never told anyone else about it either ...... Mom and I have
been dealing with it ...... and now it's finally all ready to go and everyone
will know tomorrow. "

"How did ...... it happen so suddenly? What's happening?!"

He Yu embraced him and whispered, "...... my dad he's been in a bad

state for a long time, I could feel it before ...... he seemed to have a heavy
heart for a long time, he was depressed and his health was not good ......
but I didn't think ...... he would ......"

Xie Qingcheng's blood was gone: "Could he be--"

"It was a suicide ...... he committed suicide." He Yu looked sleepy and

distorted, his voice hoarse, "drank paraquat ...... He Li found it and
resuscitated it ...... but the man who was temporarily saved by paraquat
couldn't live long ...... His lungs were rapidly becoming fibrotic and each
breath became more and more difficult ...... He lasted a few days and then
......"

He Yu did not say anything further.

Lv Zhishu and He Jiwei, though not as kind to him, were his father and
mother. He Jiwei, in particular, was not as good as He Li, and could even
be described as a very bad father who barely gave He Yu much love, but
as long as He Jiwei was alive, He Yu at least had someone to call his
father.

Now this person is suddenly gone.

And in such a cruel way that it deprived itself of life.

Xie Qingcheng, no matter how hard-hearted he was, could not drive such
a He Yu away from him. He tried to smooth out the frightening lines on his
heart and calm himself down as he said in a shaky voice, " He Yu ......"

"I'm fine ......" He Yu mumbled, but his green and white lips kept twitching,
"I'm fine with nothing ...... "

"It's okay ...... I'm okay ......"

Xie Qingcheng holds him.

"I'll be fine ......"

He Yu closed his eyes as if he was trying to hypnotize himself as much as

possible.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what to say, he could still maintain his
composure but his eardrums were buzzing inside and he could barely
shake off the buzzing fuzz and said, "Why don't you go sit at the desk first,
okay? I'll heat up a glass of water for you."

Hot ginger tea was served, with lots of iced sugar, and he walked over to
the table and handed it to He Yu .

He Yu's teeth chattered slightly and even his fingertips were cold, as if he
was afraid of the cold on such a hot day.

As he sipped his hot ginger tea bit by bit, Xie Qingcheng looked at his
beautiful face and felt that his heart was a thousand pounds heavier -
perhaps because he had been suffering for some time with the news of his
father's sudden death by suicide, and it was only today that he was finally
able to speak to someone.

"My dad has never really bothered me much." He Yu held his cup of tea
and sat in his chair with his head bowed, his face reflected in the amber
ginger tea as he said to himself, "He's always busy, it's hard enough for
me to see him fifteen days out of three hundred and sixty-five a year."

"It's only logical that I shouldn't feel anything when he's dead, across the
board it's just a guy I can only see in my phone contacts."

The calm waters of the ginger tea suddenly rippled away.

He Yu's hair was hanging low, Xie Qingcheng couldn't see his face at the
moment, he could only hear his muffled voice like sandpaper: "But
yesterday I opened my phone and I went to his messages to look for the
files he had sent me that I hadn't finished with. I clicked on a voice ......
message that he had sent me a long time ago but I hadn't bothered to
read, and it was the last voice message he sent me, asking me about the
old injury on my arm and if it was getting better."

"I actually thought it was quite strange that day, I didn't know why he
would suddenly ask me something like that headlessly. I later found out
that it was a message he had sent me the day before he committed
suicide."

"He never loved me much in his life, Xie Qingcheng." He Yu's fingers
turned jade white as he held his teacup, "Except maybe before he died."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

From his perspective as a personal physician, the relationship between He

Jiwei and He Yu was indeed a delicate one.

He Jiwei was very unconcerned with He Yu, and his attitude was very
unfriendly. I was told that when he was young he loved his wife very
much, and that she did not love her eldest son, and that his mother
seemed to be angry with him for some reason, so his husband went along
with his wife, who had gone through a lot of suffering, and tried not to
touch her scars.

Later on, the relationship between the couple faded and He Yu grew up,
and the father and son became accustomed to this unsavoury pattern of
dealing with each other, without anyone thinking of changing it.

But it would be unfair to say that He Jiwei did not care about his eldest son
at all. For one thing, Xie Qingcheng came to be the personal doctor of the
He family at the request of He Jiwei several times, and for another, over
the years that Xie Qingcheng has been treating He Yu, He Jiwei has not
given him much company, but he has never forgotten to ask Xie
Qingcheng about his eldest son's condition.

Although this care was not much, and could even be considered to be
minimal, there was still a trace of warmth between the father and son.
He Yu finished all the cup of ginger tea and when the teapot was empty,
he put the cup down and whispered again, "You know ...... he left me all
the assets he had on hand that he could handle on his own."

He Yu was numb, as if this move by He Jiwei had made him even more
unaware: "All of it."

"......"

" He Li thought it was a fake and he had Yan Zhou's people come and do
the identification ...... A few days after his father left, he made a scene for
a few days and he didn't believe it was his final decision." He Yu said.

"But the result of the appraisal, that will is the real thing. It was
notarized."

He Yu looked down and smiled a little, there was no laughter in that smile,
it seemed ironic and absurd.

" He Li said he would not attend his funeral ...... He said He Jiwei must
have been mentally deranged at the end to make such a decision. He
didn't get a penny ...... He had thought I was the one who wouldn't get a
penny." He Yu said, "I was prepared for that, I've hardly used my parents'
money in my adult life, I earned it all myself, I didn't care if he gave me
anything or not. He Li was different."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... Maybe he was thinking that by leaving the family
business in your hands, you could run it much better than He Li."

After a pause, he asked again, "What did Lui say?"

"...... She didn't expect this outcome either." He Yu For some reason, the
light in his eyes seemed to change slightly.

"Her relationship with my dad has faded a lot over the years, but she still
likes him a lot. After she knew it was my dad's arrangement, she didn't
say anything more ...... She'd been sick for days, and after my dad failed,
she teared up and eased up a little yesterday. She seems to have aged
many years at once, and all that thunder and lightning has gone with my
dad."

"......"
"She called out to me as I was leaving the house this morning and I didn't
know what she was going to say to me. I was standing in the entranceway
looking at her." He Yu said, "She just kept looking at me so blankly and
then all of a sudden, just said sorry to me."

He Yu looks numb as he recounts these events.

His heart was as if wrapped in a thick cocoon, no one could see the true
face of this organ at this moment.

A while ago they were fretting over the events at Xie Xue's wedding
reception, and from death to death, many things that had seemed so
serious before suddenly became so irrelevant.

Vague as if it had happened in a previous life.

He Yu tilted his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng who was standing in
front of him: "Brother, I'm going to take my father's place after that, I've
heard before that there are chairs that eat people, once you sit on them,
people change, it's involuntary."

"People say that before He Jiwei got to such a high position, he was really
good to my mother and obedient to her. Then they slowly drifted apart,
each minding their own business, and often they couldn't even talk to
each other. I actually heard my dad ask once, he asked her, "Do you
remember what we used to be like."

He Yu lowered his eyelashes, "She didn't answer him for half a day."

The sky was overcast when He Yu arrived, and now lightning suddenly
flashed outside, a blinding white light that easily split the dome in two,
and a few seconds later thunderclaps like drums, rumbling the sky, and
thunderstorms poured down, turning the colours of the world into a dazed
white.

Xie Qingcheng said, "...... I'll go and get you another cup of tea."

Instead, He Yu snapped his wrist.

The young man sitting in the chair pulls Xie Qingcheng back and he
embraces him once more, like a child who does not want to part with his
naked childhood and clutches his worn-out teddy bear.

He buries his face in Xie Qingcheng's waist and belly, cradling his rag doll
in front of the window of his desk where the dark wind is blowing rain.

A young man who was obviously so crazy and paranoid and strong, but at
this moment he looked so helpless and sad.

Xie Qingcheng heard his voice choke: " Xie Qingcheng ...... There are
things I have to do, things he left behind that I need to finish, and there is
no one else but me to take over.... do you understand what I mean ......?"

"...... I understand."

How could he not understand? It was a feeling he felt more deeply than
anyone else.

He raised his hand to touch He Yu's hair, and before his fingertips touched
the top of He Yu's hair, he heard his voice so sad that it was hoarse: "......
I'm sorry, brother, I've been ...... alone for the past month. I've been
suffering and enduring ...... I'm going crazy with this reality ...... I can't
take it anymore ...... You let me be so capricious one more time... ...you
spoil me for one more day ...... because after today ...... I might ......"

"I might not be He Yu anymore."

There are positions that do eat people up.

He Yu walked into the house of gold and saw the magnificent and infinite
throne, a high seat of cast gold, inlaid with emerald onyx and flowing with
precious stones, and on top of the throne sat a withered bone, its crown
deepened, its brocade garments entrusted to the ground, its skeletal hand
still holding the heavy sceptre. On it sat the man whom he called his
father.

Twenty years ago, before the skeleton sat in this position, there was flesh
and blood.

"Will you hold me ...... Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu pulled him down and
looked at him with languid, disoriented eyes, sad and unhappy. And deep
inside that sadness and disenchantment is another, more unknown
emotion, which is hidden in the lowest part of the deep pupils, not for
anyone to see.

" He Yu ......"

"I can't take it anymore ...... you hug me ......"

The skeleton scattered into green smoke, and a new life came to the seat
and began to be sacrificed for it.

And before that, he took his unavailable lover to the chair and sat him in
his arms, he hooked the back of his neck as if drawing some of the last
hot breath of the living.

He rubbed the tip of his nose gently, tentatively touching Xie Qingcheng's
chin, his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the arch of his brow, his
forehead ...... and finally moving lovingly down again - he gazed into Xie
Qingcheng's eyes, at such a close distance, silently exchanging emotions
with it.

Then he tilted his head, his cold lips trembling, and kissed Xie Qingcheng
between his lips.

Xie Qingcheng tried to comfort him and to find some truth in the
nightmarish news, feeling He Yu's light kisses, kisses that felt like He Yu's
pleas for help.

"I'm so messed up inside ...... Xie Qingcheng ......" he murmured in front of

his lips between kisses, "I'm having a hard time ...... Do you know ...... I
really feel bad ......"

He Yu's emotions were transmitted to Xie Qingcheng's chest cavity.

It was not just the pain of losing a father, but as if there was another
secret too heavy to hide.

He Yu's hand gently brushed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, forehead to

forehead: "Just for one night, okay? Don't drive me away again ...... stay
with me ......"

Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes at close range, in fact, because he
was so close, he could not see anything, but he could hear He Yu's
heartbeat, and in the darkness, he could also feel He Yu's slightly
trembling fingertips.

" Xie Qingcheng, please ......"

"......" Xie Qingcheng finally didn't let He Yu finish the broken and
unbearable plea, he raised his hand, clasped it around the back of He Yu's
neck and pressed up, holding him tightly.

They are like medicine that pacifies each other.

It is not only He Yu who needs Xie Qingcheng, but also Xie Qingcheng,
who is now in a state of distress and confusion.

If He Yu is about to become the head of the He Group, and if the young

man He Yu will really disappear from now on until he eventually ceases to
exist, then ......

"Good ......"

A near-sigh of agreement, husky and deep and incandescent, almost

inaudible.

But He Yu heard it anyway.

He Yu froze for a moment, and then a wave of heat flooded his eyes as he
murmured Xie Qingcheng's name, as if he wanted to bury the rest of his
life in Xie Qingcheng's heart this night. Then he kissed Xie Qingcheng
again as if he were venting his emotions, without hesitation.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... "

Breathing heavily, he kissed him hotly, like a moth embracing a flame at

last.

Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng. I may never be He Yu again.

Will you let me hold the doll one last day, please?

After this, you will remember the strength of my hugs to you, as I will
remember all the warmth you gave me.
Outside the window, a torrential downpour made the world a blur of
desolation.

Where Xie Qingcheng cannot see, in the deepest pupils of He Yu's eyes, a
certain determination, a certain purpose, a certain secret has sprung up -
no one knows, no one can see.

He held him and pressed that secret hard into his heart. Tonight he did
not want to think about anything else, he just wanted to feel Xie
Qingcheng's slightly sighing indulgence ...... with all his heart in order to
hide his heartbreak, he picked up his lover, who he might never be able to
touch again in the future, and put him on the bed, leaning down and
pressing him down.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. He had only wanted to

embrace He Yu and give him some comfort on this night. He didn't think
of it in any other way, but He Yu's gesture made him realise that He Yu
wanted more and was crazier.

For a month, he lived in the darkness, the purgatory, the death and the
confusion of the He family, which was blocked from news.

At this moment, when the dust has finally settled, He Yu, like a man who
has climbed back from hell, wants to experience what it is like to be alive,
to experience fresh blood and flesh, he wants Xie Qingcheng. He wanted
Xie Qingcheng.

Such emotions are contagious, and in the presence of such strong

feelings, Xie Qingcheng cannot retreat.

He Yu kisses him, from shallow to deep, to the depths of his soul, as if

what he is asking from Xie Qingcheng is no longer a passionate kiss, but a
salvation that only Xie Qingcheng can give him.

He saw Xie Qingcheng's hesitation and his hand clutched Xie Qingcheng's
fingers as He Yu said hoarsely, "Don't let me go back to hell ...... just for
this night ...... "

"Help me ...... Xie Qingcheng ......"

His forehead rests against Xie Qingcheng's, his fingers clasped in a soft
murmur.
"You help me ......"

Xie Qingcheng's body, which had been slightly tense, slowly relaxed as
much as it could under his complex, painful, confused and frantic eyes.

Despite the fact that he himself had endured too much, despite the fact
that he too was in turmoil over He Jiwei's death and did not want to do it,
despite the fact that he knew that all the clues had been broken and that
he would have to start all over again, the He Yu before him was too
wretched, too miserable. He understands that what He Yu wants is
something to take his mind off reality for a while.

Only what he can give.

"You save me ......" He Yu whispered in his ear, softly, deeper than desire,
was his desperation at the moment.

Xie Qingcheng finally stopped moving, he looked at him and after a few
seconds, his clasped fingers moved slightly, as if in a kind of
acquiescence, and He Yu kissed him once more with a frenzy of passion.

Maybe ...... He Yu the madman is the right one.

The air in the room heats up as the kisses reach their deepest emotions
and the shelter molts away.

Xie Qingcheng seems to be able to feel it at last, too. This

temperature ...... is the only one that can dispel the distress and pain in
the hearts of both of them.

The chill of death and parting subsided for a moment, and for a moment it
seemed as if the world was just this one hut, and all that remained in their
eyes was each other.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng lying beneath him, his eyes in a bit of a

trance as he murmured softly, "Brother ...... I'm sorry ...... maybe this
time, it's really... ...the last time ......"

This statement is completely unconscious; He Yu's current mental state is

actually quite confused.

He thought it was just the voice of his own heart, but didn't notice that Xie
Qingcheng had already heard it.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu have said "last time" many times before, but on
each occasion, it was Xie Qingcheng who said the words, but this time it
was He Yu who said them.

Xie Qingcheng did not know much about business, nor did he understand
the business world of the family. He did not know why He Yu had such a
deep sense of worry about the future, but when He Yu said so, he
understood that this time He Yu was really going to let go.

It is also true that the boss of a leading pharmaceutical company cannot

be entangled with a man for the rest of his life.

Indeed it is ...... for the last time.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and raised his hand to encircle the back of
He Yu's neck as he approached him again.

Well, think no more ...... indeed think no more.

Tonight he, and he, didn't have to think so much about it.

Reality, like a flood of pursuing beasts, blocked the door of the cottage,
and they knew that when they pushed out they would be faced with
blood, and only this night, before they went out, could the two still
embrace each other like this.

Perhaps Xie Qingcheng's "last time" will never be the last time, for Xie
Qingcheng will always be soft on He Yu.

And He Yu's "last time" is really the last time, because even He Yu has
chosen to give up.

The initiative between the two of them seems to be in Xie Qingcheng's

hands, but in fact, it is the young man who makes the final decision,
whether to break or not.

If the young man had stopped, it would have been over between them,
literally.

" Xie Qingcheng ......" he kissed him, his breath hot ......
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Author's comment.

The blood is cut straight through, go for it! Pikachu! (?)

Chapter 182 - I am the new Mr. He

The night was full of intercourse, because both of them had something on
their minds, because they could sense the grey mood in each other, and
so they embraced each other almost as if they were taking revenge on
fate and mocking the heavens. It was almost at dawn that all this came to
a slow halt, like the stillness of water.

Xie Qingcheng's body is not well now, but there seems to be a

premonition that it is time for such an indulgence, time to break free from
the shackles of the world, fate and the heart, to demonstrate to some
invisible force, even if it hurts like a thunder drum, to have such a crazy
entanglement.

He Yu was born to be untamed by society.

Xie Qingcheng seems to be a man who has grown up according to a moral

framework, but in fact he is more rebellious than anyone else. His
outbursts are silent, but they are also destructive and reckless, as if he
sees the future as dust.

But the future has to come eventually.

At dawn, Xie Qingcheng is disturbed from his light sleep by a slight

movement and opens his eyes to find He Yu lying next to him, not
knowing when he woke up, or perhaps the young man hadn't slept at all.

He Yu held him in his arms, cuddled under the thin air-conditioned

blanket, his dark, almond eyes looking up at him quietly.

It is still drizzling outside, morning and evening are intertwined and

daylight has not yet fully arrived.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other for a moment, and Xie
Qingcheng's voice was muffled: "When are you leaving?"

"Dawn."
Xie Qingcheng responded, wanting to say something, but seemingly not
wanting to say anything at all.

For so long, there had never been an atmosphere like this after they had
done it, so calm, so peaceful that no one could bear to break it. In fact, I
don't think Xie Qingcheng had ever pampered He Yu so much either, and
when He Yu adjusted himself to hold him tighter, he frowned slightly,
feeling pain, but not rebuking him for his rudeness.

He Yu holds him, his heart beating through his sweaty chest and into his
heart.

He held him like that for a long time, as if they were both eighty years old
and their lives were coming to the end of the whole drama and they didn't
have to think about anything else.

" Xie Qingcheng ." Finally he said softly, "I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Have you ever liked me? Even for a day?"

"......"

"An hour?"

"......"

He Yu stroked his hair and was quiet for a few moments before asking,
again seemingly reluctantly and self-deprecatingly, "...... What about that,
one second?"

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes: "......"

He was covered in the kisses He Yu had left behind, between flesh and
blood was evidence of a sin against heaven that no male should ever
have, his heart as soft as his body, yet as hard as his bones.

After a long silence, he heard He Yu chuckle softly at his ear: "I'm sorry, I
asked for too much."
"......"

"I know, you can't give me that one."

He Yu paused for a moment, reached for his pillow-top phone and

switched on his modified Walkman projector, casting an eerie blue glow
on the ceiling, the glow of a jellyfish he had made himself swimming in a
stream of underwater shadows.

He let go of Xie Qingcheng, looked Xie Qingcheng in the eye and said,
"What you gave me was good enough. I know that's all you have left. Xie
Qingcheng, I know you still have good intentions for me in your heart, and
I don't blame you."

He kissed Xie Qingcheng once more on the lips in a room as silent as the
deep sea, the kisses becoming lighter and deeper, the love growing
stronger and deeper, he embraced him again, the covers moving again.

Xie Qingcheng is a very patient person, but for some reason his eyes are
moistened and his breathing is slightly heavy.

He wanted to-

If that's the last I can give with.

If that's the last thing you can stay.

Even if it goes against the ethics, I want to remember it clearly all the
time.

When he woke up again, He Yu was gone.

It was completely dawn and the rain had stopped. The man looked like a
lone dragon returning through the rain, and when it had finished, the
dense, ambiguous mist drifted away.

Xie Qingcheng lies in his messy bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind in
turmoil - he knows that He Yu has decided to take up the family business,
and that the reckless headlong fondness of the past may never be the
same again.

It was an ending he had never asked for.

Now he has finally got what he wanted.

The weight on his body is gone, his heart should be relaxed, Xie
Qingcheng gets up, the sun shines through the window and shines on his
pale skin, the window is not closed tightly, there is a wind blowing in,
together with He Yu, it seems to be the last bit of warmth on his body.

It's all gone now.

He was very tired and lay down on his bed and did not get up for a long
time.

At ten in the morning, he received a live feed from the city news website,
starting with a black-and-white photo-headed obituary about the death of
He Jiwei, one of the country's top 100 entrepreneurs.

Then came an online press interview, the time and place of which had
been arranged in advance by the He family, and the media invited.

Xie Qingcheng looks at the boy who, just a few hours ago, was hugging
him like a beast, now dressed in the black formal clothes of an interview,
calmly and appropriately answering questions from the media, while a
red-eyed Lv Zhishu stands behind him, and in the far corner of the frame
is a dismayed He Li.

On the screen, the words He Yu are typed underneath his name as the
heir to the He Group.

It's really very strange.

It was just a teenager who would hug him and say, "Xie Qingcheng, can
you hug me?

And the young Mr. He on camera is elegant, refined, fresh-faced, well-

spoken, with a slight reddish tinge at the end of his almond eyes, the right
amount of sadness, something for the press to capture, a detail that the
audience will scrutinise, and the face of what the He family calls a loving
father and a dutiful son.

He Yu didn't learn it deliberately, but he's always been smart and he's
done well.
"Next I will get the project in hand off the ground with the help of my
mother."

Media: "But many of the projects that the He family has not completed are
overseas, so does that mean Mr. He you will be going abroad a lot
next ......"

He Yu sat quietly at his solid wood desk, his long, slender hands folded,
"Yes."

"You haven't finished your studies yet, so what are you planning to do
next to balance your studies with the family business?"

"I have been prepared to apply for a temporary break from school for a
year, as I am indeed still very young and lacking experience in many
things, and I need to focus all my energy on taking care of the business
affairs, and the seniors who have worked with my father for many years,
as well as my mother, my brother, who will be of the greatest help to me.
Then I wouldn't want to let them down. Once the business is back under
smooth running, I will return to school and finish my studies."

Media: "Just as an aside, Mr. He, your major in university was

choreography, not medicine, which is related to the family business, was
that choice purely out of interest? Or was it an expectation from your
parents?"

He Yu didn't answer right away this time, his eyelashes dropping and his
thumbs playing with each other for a few moments of quiet thought
before his eyes redirected towards the camera, seemingly straight out
and landing on someone off screen.

"When I was very young, someone once told me that one should never
give in to hardship when encountering even the greatest difficulties. What
is more important than medicine is one's own inner strength. I always
thought before that my initial intention of applying for the choreography
at HU was because of something else, but then I gradually understood
that it was actually because I always remembered this saying of his in my
heart."

"The power of the heart can be much more effective than the power of
drugs at times, and if I learn something in this profession, perhaps I can
take what has inspired my heart and present it in the form of a work. As
long as someone can read it, as long as someone in distress can be
encouraged and helped by it, even if it's very little, I still feel it's a
worthwhile thing to do."

I have to say that He Yu has the right temperament for such a gentle
conversation in front of the camera. Although he is very young and crazy
as hell in private, he is far more poised than Lv Zhishu and He Li in public,
and it is unlikely that the other two would have made such an impact in
today's speech.

Reporter: "And Mr. He can you tell us who that person was? Is it your
father, or is it ......"

He Yu said gently and undeniably, "It's my secret."

In front of the Wei family's TV, on Aunt Li's phone, on Zheng Jingfeng's
computer in the police station, in front of Duan Wen's extranet screen in
Australia ...... and, inside the cottage in Strange Rain Lane.

He Yu's voice was heard from both.

"It's also a secret I'll keep for him."

On an Australian island.

Duan Wen racked his legs and looked at the screen erected in the study,
"How many pills did he take to maintain such calmness?"

Holographic projection of He Yu's new personal physician An Dongni: "Can

I say lethal amount?"

"......" Duan Wen said, "Surely he won't die?"

"He had gotten over it, he wouldn't have died. Poor him, when he was at
his most broken, that secret gentleman of his who had been investigating
the case because he had discovered Wei Rong's secret, did not know how
hard He Yu had suffered that month ...... while He Yu was running to him
as soon as he got better." An Dongni sneered, "What a lunatic, who in
their right mind can stand Xie Qingcheng. It's enough to torture a person
to death to live with him, not to mention to like him. Only a madman
would be happy with that."

"You don't have to say that." Duan Wen said lightly, "There are some
things that you don't understand."
An Dongni couldn't say anything back when Mr. Duan said so, but his face
didn't look too good in the holographic projection.

After a while, An Dongni said quietly, "Only now he's giving up on him,
isn't he? His father is dead and he's the only one in the family who can
carry the burden, but fortunately he's still sane enough to stand by Xie
Qingcheng without anything."

Duan Wen looked at the screen for a while, and then said dryly, "I hope
so."

Half an hour later, the interview was over.

Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone is still on that public video page and has
not quit.

He lifted his hand, his elbow covering his forehead -

Xie Xue, Chen Man ...... He Yu .

The three people he had worried so much about had all done what he
wanted, and in the space of a few moments the dust had settled and they
all had a new future.

God may have finally heard his heart's desire on this occasion and
relieved him.

The broken bear doll slowly closes its eyes -

He knew he could go forward again without any more worries, to do his

last bit to repay Qin Ciyan's kindness, and then if he could ......

He wanted to find the man who had killed his parents.

--------------------

Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

The IQ of He Yu
Host: I've heard that Mr. He is very smart, a top 5 international hacker, a
perfect score in random exams, and easily lit up in all skills. So let's do a
test, shall we?

He Yu: No problem.

Moderator: This is an analytical question with the following known

conditions.

1, Xie Qingcheng allows He Yu to stay overnight.

2. Xie Qingcheng allows He Yu to stay overnight.

3, Xie Qingcheng allowed He Yu to do whatever he wanted.

4, Xie Qingcheng was originally a straight male aloof.

What are Xie Qingcheng's feelings towards He Yu?

After thinking about it for a full 20 minutes: ......... Xie Qingcheng, have
you ever loved me for even a second?

Chapter 183 - Do you doubt me?

Xie Qingcheng is much more efficient without any of his juniors around to
take away his energy.

He organises his daily information, checks his cases and goes regularly to
Meyo for treatment.

The pain seems to be numbing as well.

People are living more and more like machines, and naturally they don't
feel much pain.

Some time later, he made an important new discovery based on the clues
he now had. He made this discovery by interviewing each of the staff at
He Jiwei's laboratory, and it came as a surprise to him.

-- When Lv Zhishu was pregnant with He Yu, she was helping her husband,
He Jiwei, in the lab, and accidentally got an infection that almost led to an
abortion. The lab where the leak occurred was headed by Wei Rong!
It had never occurred to Xie Qingcheng before that there was a past, or
even a past, between Lv Zhishu and Wei Rong.

Wei Rong died in a car accident not long after Lv Zhishu finally received
RN-13, but it is strange that after all these years, Lv Zhishu seems to have
no interest in RN-13, the forbidden drug that changed her life.

Xie Qingcheng smoked a cigarette alone at his desk the night he got the
clue, pondering it over and over again, the ashtray gradually filling up
with possibilities.

At last he got up, and walked with a heavy heart to the alley outside the
house, where he lit another cigarette and began to smoke it, while behind
him the lamp of the writing table shone on the paper which was almost
covered with scribbles.

The most conspicuous part of the paper, after he had eliminated it, was
the one inference he was least inclined to believe, but also the most likely
-

" Lv Zhishu has never actually given up on RN-13."

A few days after Xie Qingcheng discovered this detail, Zheng Jingfeng
suddenly invited Xie Qingcheng to his home for dinner, saying that he had
something important to tell him.

When he arrived, Zheng Jingfeng was cooking braised pork chops on a

small alcohol stove, and the table was already set with scrambled eggs
with tomatoes, smoked fish, Shanghai green bean curd soup and two
bottles of two-pot head, all very homely dishes.

Zheng Jingfeng took off his apron, wiped his hands and said to Xie
Qingcheng, "Sit down. When you were a child, you used to come to the
police station and you liked to eat the braised pork chops that I made in
the office. "

"What did you want to see me about?"

Zheng Jingfeng looked a bit hard to talk to, he pulled Xie Qingcheng to sit
down at the table, poured a small glass of Erguotou for each of them, then
picked up his chopsticks and stared at the table full of dishes, thought
about the wording, but finally said, "Let's eat first, let's talk while we eat."
After Xie Qingcheng had eaten something and Zheng Jingfeng had finally
said something, Xie Qingcheng understood why he wished he had put his
chopsticks down first - because what Zheng Jingfeng said next really made
him lose his appetite. Xie Qingcheng understood why he wished he had
put his chopsticks down first - because what Zheng Jingfeng said next
really made him lose his appetite.

"After Jiang Liping left, we have been working on the case to fill in the
gaps. Although the high-speed explosion happened in such a hurry at the
time that she wasn't able to give us any more clues and no more evidence
was left at the scene, she did manage to solve some mysteries for us after
all and gave us a general direction for the investigation as well." Zheng
Jingfeng sighed as he took a sip of his second pot and smacked his lips, "I
knew who the biggest 'ghost' in the city bureau was, and the less he
wanted us to look into something, the more I sneaked into it, and guess
what? I found a cowhide notebook in one of Huang Zhilong's private
villas."

" Huang Zhilong's notes?"

" Jiang Liping's notes." Zheng Jingfeng muffled another sip of wine, then
re-poured a glass, sighing like something, and slowly poured it on the
floor, "Maybe everyone else would think it was something from Huang
Zhilong, but as soon as I saw the handwriting, I recognised it, it was my
informant's handwriting ...... "

Xie Qingcheng frowned, "She's wearing a leak-monitoring bracelet, even

in writing, which shouldn't reveal any important secrets."

Zheng Jingfeng: "That's true. But that notebook of hers was her way of
testing which information she could never reveal and which information
could be alluded to in a different way of expression. There were a lot of
coded words written in the book that she tried to describe, and I've been
interpreting those coded words for months now."

"How did it turn out?"

"There was a lot of very useful information and Jiang Liping was a truly
remarkable woman. Even after her death, she has given us invaluable
clues. We have now pinpointed several people who match her
metaphorical content and who would have been Duan Wen's collaborators
in China, including academics, corrupted public officials and big
businessmen, in addition to the late Huang Zhilong, Liang Jicheng and
Wang Jiankang. "

Xie Qingcheng: "How many are there?"

Zheng Jingfeng: "There are four people who can match the information
with 100% certainty, but none of them are high level, far below Huang
Zhilong. However, there is one company that, like Huang Zhilong, belongs
to the very top of the organisation, and we have been able to pinpoint it.
The match is currently at around 60 per cent, meaning that this company
is most likely another of Jiang Liping's allusions to a major leader, no less
guilty than Zhi Long Entertainment, if not more so, as it is the one
responsible for the research and direct biochemical testing of banned
drugs - a pharmaceutical company. "

When Xie Qingcheng heard this, his face suddenly turned white and his
hand trembled slightly as he squeezed his glass.

Although Zheng Jingfeng hadn't even named the pharmaceutical company

yet, he already knew it like the back of his hand - what pharmaceutical
company was involved that required Zheng Jingfeng to come to him
personally to talk?

Xie Qingcheng did not want to wait for Zheng Jingfeng to pronounce on
him, but opened his mouth directly, staring up at Zheng Jingfeng and
cutting to the chase: "What do you mean? You mean He's
Pharmaceuticals?"

Zheng Jingfeng smothered the dipper and said, "You know very well
yourself what I mean."

"......"

"In Jiang Liping's notes, which she deciphered, she pointed out that the
pharmaceutical company was Duan Wen's largest biochemical partner in
China, and that its overseas operations were all about experimenting with
and selling banned drugs under a glossy wrapper, and that over the years
the pharmaceutical company had exported many Drugs that are simply
not ethical and have not been subject to rigorous medical monitoring and
approval. They have gone out of their way to cause a lot of illness and
even death, just hoping to glean data from these cases that work directly
on the human body."
It was clearly summer, Mr. Zheng was stingy and the air conditioning was
not on in the pass room, just the electric fan bobbing its head.

But Xie Qingcheng was in a cold sweat.

Zheng Jingfeng pauses for a moment, looking across the table of almost
untouched home-cooked food at Xie Qingcheng's pale, pale face.

"Normally, I don't say much to you about things that the police have
investigated, that's my rule. I have made an exception in this case
because I can see that you and that Little He ...... should be called Mr. He
now, you and that Mr. He are very close, and from my observation, your
relationship with him is even closer than you and Chen Yan."

Xie Qingcheng put down his glass, a slight dizziness in front of his eyes,
he tried his best to calm himself down and said, " He Yu is not this kind of
person."

"I wish he wasn't like that, but people change, especially when they don't
get what they want," Zheng Jingfeng says. Zheng Jingfeng said, "When He
Jiwei was still alive, he and Lv Zhishu were in charge of both domestic and
foreign affairs, with Lv Zhishu basically handling the foreign affairs and He
Jiwei not asking much. If He Jiwei's group was indeed the company Jiang
Liping's notes say it was, and the way they operated, it was only He Jiwei
who had some chance of being exonerated."

After a pause, Zheng Jingfeng said, "He Yu is different."

"......" Xie Qingcheng thought about the clues he had on hand - it was
likely that Lv Zhishu had not given up on RN-13 research at all.

Combined with what Zheng Jingfeng is now saying, that Lv Zhishu was the
person in charge of overseas marketing for He Pharma over the years,
then it is indeed likely ......

"You should have seen the news over the period of time. Unlike the old
Mr. He, after he took over his father's position, he has been personally
involved in overseas projects that the old Mr. He would only stamp with a
general seal. It was also said that his mother had suffered from a shock
and was not well at all, but thanks to He Yu's treatment, she was slowly
recovering." Zheng Jingfeng said, "As far as I know, Mr. Lu and Mr. He
were not close, but Mr. He took great care of his mother after his father's
death, which is very inconsistent with the young man's logic. What do you
think is the reason for this?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said, "He lost his father and probably
doesn't want to lose his mother again."

"You know in your heart it won't be because of that."

"...... Lv Zhishu has done many acts of atonement to He Yu a long time

ago, but He Yu didn't give her a chance and now she has collapsed
mentally and physically all at once." Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu is not a
person who likes to bully soft people and it is possible that he would make
such a choice."

Zheng Jingfeng said, "Then even if you are right, there is a reason for that.
But I have a second inference here that you should listen to."

"......"

"He Yu inherited all of He Jiwei's property and status that he could handle
on his own after his death, and He's shareholding was almost identical
between Lv Zhishu and He Jiwei. He Jiwei and Lv Zhishu were able to
maintain an equilibrium, but He Yu was a latecomer, and neither his
mother nor his brother were necessarily positive about his rise to power.
He Yu must have been well aware of this in his mind. At this time, he took
it upon himself to take over almost all of Heishu's overseas operations, in
order to take Lu's lifeline into his own hands as well, before his mother
could pull herself together from the blow of serious illness."

Mr. Zheng paused for a moment and continued, "Although I have not met
that young man many times, I can feel that he is far from being as easy-
going as he looks. of the people."

" He Yu is indeed such a character." Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes to

Zheng Jingfeng, "but there is one thing you have not taken into account."

"What?"

"He is not outlawed, much less willing to go out and harm other patients
with drugs."

"......"
"He was once willing to risk his life to return to the fire in order to save the
patients of the Cheng Kang mental hospital, do you remember this?"

Zheng Jingfeng was silent for a while and said, "I wouldn't be willing to
make such an inference if I wasn't sure that he handled all the
international business. Yes, I remember him saving those patients. But Xie
Qingcheng, I still say the same thing - people change. Especially when he
has something he desperately wants."

Xie Qingcheng looked at Zheng Jingfeng steadily for a moment before

saying, "At this point, I'm afraid he's going to have a hard time changing."

"Why do you have so much faith in him?"

"Because I think I know him." The meal was so insipid that Xie Qingcheng
got up and said, "If you have nothing else to do, then I'll go back."

Zheng Jingfeng also followed and stood up, he said to Xie Qingcheng who
had already walked to the door, "You can't trust him too much, because
all the clues have now pointed to He Yu this person is not simple now, you
can't be so emotional ...... "

"I have not been emotional, making this judgement is the result of my
rational thinking." Xie Qingcheng looked at him sideways from the
doorway, " Mr. Zheng, I really don't want to antagonise him, and I don't
want to be disappointed in him. But if, one day, he does commit such a
thing as you say - as long as it is indeed his crime -"

He paused for a moment and looked at Zheng Jingfeng with unblinking,

glazed eyes, and said in one word.

"Then I know exactly what I have to do myself. You don't have to worry
about that."

When Xie Qingcheng got home he collapsed wearily into a chair, his mind
in turmoil, and although he was confident that He Yu would not mess
around with banned substances such as RN-13, he was not so optimistic
about Lv Zhishu's situation.

The coincidences in Wei Rong's past all seemed to point in one direction,
and he had a theory - that he had to use RN-13 to save his life and the life
of his child after a hazardous material leak in Wei Rong's laboratory had
caused harm to Lv Zhishu while she was pregnant. He already knew about
this. He also knew that Lv Zhishu's personality had slowly changed since
then, and that she had become what she is now.

So given Lv Zhishu's transformed personality, could she have harboured a

grudge against Wei Rong? Could she have planned Wei Rong's death?
Could Lv Zhishu have taken all of Wei Rong's private experimental data
after his death, including RN-13 and other drugs in development?

If that's the case, then it would fit perfectly with what Zheng Jingfeng
said ......

The more Xie Qingcheng thinks about it, the more he feels the clouds are
clearing up, but the creepiness is also growing.

--

Assuming that Lv Zhishu did later collude with Duan Wen, it would be
logical that Duan Wen's group would know that He Yu was a blood
parasite.

He had previously wondered why the group had not rushed to kill He Yu
even though they knew he was a Blood Compulsion, but now he deduced
that the reason was that the Blood Compulsion was already under their
surveillance. Lv Zhishu was the watcher of He Yu, so they did not have to
take him by force.

In a flash of light, Xie Qingcheng suddenly remembered that before they

parted ways with Jiang Liping at Zhi Long Entertainment Building, Jiang
Liping had tried to remind He Yu of something, but halfway through her
sentence, it seemed to have triggered the warning of the leaky bracelet,
so she did not continue. What she said then seemed to be.

"Watch out for the fat one who's nice to you-"

Was it "fat woman" that she was trying to imply? Only in the end the
intention was still monitored by the bracelet and the description was
judged to be too dangerous to be described in front of the three of them.

All the clues came together like a jigsaw puzzle from all sides, slowly
taking shape to reveal the true face of the horror that had been hidden for
twenty years.

If all this inference is true, then ......

Xie Qingcheng got up and opened his phone contacts.

He thought that he would have to talk to He Yu.

--------------------

The author has something to say.

Xie Qingcheng in front of He Yu.

Aloof, expressionless, no kind words, wears trousers without feeling.

Xie Qingcheng in front of others.

" He Yu is not the same."

" He Yu has no substitute."

" He Yu is not like that, I trust him."

The dead straight man is really too hard ......... Mr. Zheng Chen Man Which
one of you kind people pass on a heartfelt message to Mr. He?

Chapter 184 - Let's confront then

He Yu's phone call did not go through.

Xie Qingcheng simply went to He Yu's office and was stopped at the
gatekeeper's office.

"Hello sir, may I ask who you are looking for?"

The building complex of He's headquarters is more imposing than Zhi

Long Entertainment's. The security guard at the entrance is probably a
retired soldier, 5'8", standing upright and dressed in a serious manner.

After Xie Qingcheng told him his purpose, the security guard hesitated,
but said politely, "Just a moment, I'll contact Mr. He's secretary first."

Xie Qingcheng didn't think that he would be able to meet He Yu as an

ordinary university professor, but it was almost impossible, and the "Mr.
He" in the security guard's mouth sounded very strange, as if he was not
the same person as the young man who would sit in front of his house on
New Year's Eve shaking beef noodles.

The secretary quickly responded to the security guard, who was already
very nice, and was even more respectful after hanging up the phone,
arranging for a shuttle bus to take Xie Qingcheng to the campus
headquarters building.

The lift goes up to the top of the lofty skyscraper, where He Yu's secretary
is waiting. Xie Qingcheng knew her from her days as He Jiwei's secretary,
and when He Yu took over, he did not replace her.

"Professor Tse, hello, please come with me."

Xie Qingcheng followed her through the corridor, down the hall, into the
corridor, and then into the parlour. He met a few familiar women and
wealthy businessmen in the parlour who, on reflection, he had seen at Xie
Xue's wedding, and another, a wealthy woman who had gossiped about
him at the airport convenience store.

These people are all about in-your-face politeness, and almost all of them
are demons with the four words "false and subtle", but at first sight they
exchanged glances with each other and stood up to greet each other with
a smile.

"Professor Tse." The one at the head of the group was actually the wife
who had discussed him as a male at the airport.

Although she likes to gossip, she knows that Xie Qingcheng is both the
elder brother of the Wei family's third youngest grandmother and the man
who is now Mr. He, and she is counting on He Yu's new deal with them for
an extra point or two.

"Pleasure to meet you." Madame smiled warmly.

Xie Qingcheng gave her an indifferent look, not reaching out to shake her
hand.

The lady's hand then hung awkwardly in mid-air, finally smiling twice and
dropping it.
When the secretary asked Xie Qingcheng to go to another lounge, the wife
whispered, "What's all the fuss about, slut, do you really think Mr. He will
want you again after he becomes Mr. He?"

But in fact Xie Qingcheng did not shake hands with her purely because he
did not like her, he was already tired and did not want to waste his energy
on making a show of himself with someone he did not like.

He was like this when he was a doctor at the Shanghai Medical School and
it never changed.

Now, just because He Yu's identity has changed, he seems to have a little
more to be criticised behind his back.

"Please sit down, I'll get you some tea." The secretary calmly arranged a
series of matters, "This is Mr. He's private office, he has some unfinished
business on his hands, he asks you to wait here for a moment, he will be
here in about half an hour."

The tea was handed to me and it was not very expensive, but Xie
Qingcheng liked it very much.

"This is what Mr. He asked me to make for you. He said he was afraid you
wouldn't be used to other teas." The secretary saw Xie Qingcheng glance
at the tea box and said respectfully, "If you need anything, please feel
free to call me. Then I will leave you alone for now."

This office has just been packed out, but it does show that He Yu works
here a lot.

There are not many books on the shelves, a few choreography-related

works can be seen, and a copy of The Nightingale Collection. The
computer on the desk is locked, some printouts are piled up on the side of
the computer desk, and next to the mouse is a simply designed coffee cup
with half-drunk bitter coffee in it.

Xie Qingcheng sat in his seat, waiting for He Yu to finish his business and
thinking about what to ask him and how to ask him later.

A narrow opening in the office window allowed the summer breeze to slip
in, blowing loose pages off the desk, a few of which landed at Xie
Qingcheng's feet. Xie Qingcheng picks them up and sweeps them up -
they are irrelevant scribbles and scattered handwritten sentences.
He saw "Here lies one whose name was written in water" and was about
to return the pages to their original place when he noticed a very familiar
passage in the mess of random handwriting.

That text is actually ......

The moment he read the contents, Xie Qingcheng's heart stopped for a
brief moment, and he sat frozen in place, momentarily stunned.

Half an hour later, He Yu enters the office and his gaze passes over
everything and falls on Xie Qingcheng, whose face is very pale because of
the light.

" Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu said gently, "My phone was set to flight during
the meeting and I didn't get your message, I didn't expect you to come
here to see me, is something wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng controlled his emotions and said in a quiet voice, "Have a
seat."

He Yu froze for a moment before dropping his eyelids and smiling slightly.

Xie Qingcheng was a professor, and the kind of highly knowledgeable one
with outstanding abilities, and before that, an excellent doctor whose
outpatient clinics required a rush of numbers.

He Yu had heard some matchmaker say that doctors and teachers were
often the two types of people with the highest level of dignity, seemingly
calm and dignified, but they naturally tend to exude a kind of unconscious
superiority between their hands and words. He used to think that the
condescension here was derogatory, and that Xie Qingcheng did indeed
look as if he had to kneel down and call his father to the whole world.

Now he has long since stopped thinking of it as a calm and noble aura that
falls between Xie Qingcheng's brows and eyes, which suits him.

Furthermore, Xie Qingcheng's behaviour is understandable, as normal

people treat doctors and teachers with respect and deference. It's nothing
malicious, it's just something you get used to.
So Mr. He, who has been giving his collaborators a headache and a chill
these past few days and is half-heartedly taking it easy, really sat down in
front of his Dr. Tse.

"I want to talk to you about something." Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his
chair, his long fingers interlocked, and opened the door.

He Yu's eyes twitched slightly, "About what?"

"About RN-13."

"......" He Yu was quiet for a moment, "Why do you want to talk about this
all of a sudden?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I recently found some clues."

"Hmm."

"Maybe there will be a connection with your mother."

"......"

"After you took over He Jiwei's position, you should have seen a lot of
things that you couldn't see before."

"That, indeed, is true." He Yu said, "But if you mean to think that our
company dabbles in RN-13, that's a complete non-starter."

Xie Qingcheng had no intention of beating around the bush with He Yu,
asking, "You didn't notice anything different when you were looking at the
international business that was under your mother's jurisdiction?"

"No." He Yu said, "The group has always been very disciplined in its
business and has not broken the laws of any country. I don't know where
you heard anything, but since you have come to ask me, these are my
answers."

He still speaks to Xie Qingcheng with the same gentle voice and patience,
but this is not what Xie Qingcheng wants.

Because Xie Qingcheng knew he wasn't telling the truth.

On the paper that had been blown off by the wind, apart from the
scattered scribbles, there were also some fragmented chemical equations.
He Yu was not from a scientific background, he could not remember all
the complicated equations, and he had only written some of them in his
hand when he was lost in thought, so he probably did not care and did not
think that anyone would understand such a mutilated content.

But Xie Qingcheng got it.

That's actually the equation associated with the dictation ......

"Are you telling me the truth?"

He Yu looked at him, "It's true."

"......" Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes.

Once he has something on his mind that he doesn't want to tell you, he is
very tight-lipped and can respond to anyone with silence and lies. Even if
Xie Qingcheng directly questioned him about why he wrote the equations
related to the listening water, he would never answer, not even when
pressed.

Xie Qingcheng said, "That's good, He Yu. I tell you, whether in the past or
in the future, if someone tells you that there is a complete cure for mental
Ebola caused by RN-13, don't believe it. That is a lie, and whoever the
person is who says that to you is lying to you."

"Don't you forget how many people that organisation has victimised and
how many times you yourself have barely escaped death from under their
hands."

Xie Qingcheng paused, his gaze seeming to pierce into He Yu's eyes.

"I ask you must not go, with the tiger."

He Yu was quiet for a while and said, " Xie Qingcheng, I won't, you have to
trust me."

Seeing that Xie Qingcheng's frown had not yet been raised, he added -
"I know that it's easy for you to trust He Yu, but hard to trust Mr. He. But I
will always be He Yu to you, and I want you to know that this is my true
heart."

Xie Qingcheng gazed at him, "Then I hope that every word you say today
is from your heart."

He Yu's smile falters slightly.

The man opposite had eyes like glazed mirrors, and he looked into them,
readjusting his slightly stiff smile marks to be impeccable.

Xie Qingcheng is incredibly disappointed with today's conversation, but

there is no way to pry He Yu's heart out of his chest when faced with such
a dripping, unpredictable person.

So after a few more words, Xie Qingcheng eventually got up to leave, but
before his hand touched the door handle, he heard He Yu calling him from
behind.

" Xie Qingcheng ."

Xie Qingcheng's fingertips have touched the cold metal handle.

He Yu asked from behind him, "If - I mean if, if I were very sick and I just
wanted to survive, and the only way I could survive was to play with the
tiger, as you put it, would you forgive me?"

The wall clock ticked on the wall and the house was so quiet that nothing
else could be heard.

He Yu stood up and looked at Xie Qingcheng's still tall, but very thin back.

"I will be on the opposite side of you." Xie Qingcheng's voice came, calmly
without a frightening ripple, yet as if suppressing a whole abyss of
sadness.

He turned his head slightly sideways and gave He Yu one last look before
pushing the door open.

"So please don't go."

.

It is night.

He Yu stood by the study window of the villa, looking at the large artificial
lawn and the lake in the distance, the night breeze was slightly cool, he
raised his hand and folded a paper plane and threw it by the wind. The
paper plane crossed the entire lawn and perched on the endless summer
hydrangea bush downstairs.

The hydrangeas were in solemn bloom and he watched them for a while
longer, then sat down, took a pen and sat down at his desk to write
something.

It was not too long, yet he deliberated over it for a long time, and when
the bright moon moved from the side of the sky to hang in the sky, he
finally put down his pen, thought about it, and stuck the paper in the book
of Rare Diseases of the World on his desk, where he had already stuck a
lot of letterheads, and this was the last page.

"Duk Duk Duk." He had just finished this when the study door was
snapped shut.

He Yu: "Enter."

Behind the doorway is Lv Zhishu's frail but pseudo-smiling face. She looks
like a model of a set menu in the window of a fast-food restaurant chain,
immediately recognisable as a fake, with a bit of dust on her greasy fat.

" He Yu, busy? Mum made you a cup of hot cocoa ......"

"Leave it." He Yu said, "and go and rest."

Lv Zhishu was apprehensive.

After He Jiwei's departure, she originally wanted He Yu's inheritance to be

taken away from her, but he was so young, yet so much more ruthless
than his father had ever been. She was so weak that when she regained
her strength, she was no longer able to control He Yu, and he had taken
over the reins of the company, even taking over the overseas business
that she had been responsible for.
When she found out about it, she tossed and turned on her deathbed,
afraid that He Yu would discover the hidden sins of the business.

The night after He Jiwei's seventh birthday, He Yu came to see her alone,
unprecedentedly - her secret was not hidden, He Yu found out that her
external sources of goods included the same kind of deafening drug used
by Huang Zhilong... ...

Lv Zhishu's liver and guts almost split as he flung the page of evidence in
front of her.

She was so close to being finished.

Thanks to the cunning of the businessman, she had been in business for
so many years, and in the nick of time, almost every cell in her body was
drained of its essence to force out a reasonable explanation. She said
tearfully that she only wanted someone to develop a cure for RN-13,
which is why she had an underground deal with Duan Wen's foreign
companies. She said she was doing it not only for He Yu, but also for
herself. She was fed up with her growing fatuousness, her ugly ......
psychological breakdown ...... and her unrecognisable face.

I just want to live well, she said, just like your father did when he first met
me.

She asked again, "He Yu, don't you want to live well?

Do you want to be a normal person again for the rest of your life? You're
only twenty years old ......RN-13 was available many years ago, Xie
Qingcheng and An Dongni both gave it to you, but that drug is gradually
failing you, it's only a control but not a cure ......Once With enough
samples, a real cure could be developed - you could live to be 90 or
100 ...... How many life possibilities could you experience in those extra
decades of life? How many things could be salvaged?

Lv Zhishu could feel that something in her words had indeed touched the
floodgates of his heart.

She clutched his arm tightly and said tearfully, "I'm not like Huang
Zhilong, we're not doing anything to kill or set fire to or abduct students -
just trying to do unsupervised research, just trying to find the medicine
that will save us... ...I ...... just want to keep my family alive and well, too."
"Are you really going to turn me in? He Yu ?"

"I know I haven't taken care of you all these years, but I've always wanted
to make up for it too ...... After all these years, you've grown up and you
can't accept my care for you again, and I know that all this care has come
too late.... but I never gave up on curing you either ...... even if I
committed a crime, I didn't care."

"What about you? Are you really going to do this to your mother while
your father's bones are still cold ......?"

"Are you really going to ruin mum, yourself and the whole He family ......"

With the words of that time still ringing in his ears, He Yu sent Lv Zhishu
away and returned to his desk, looking at the hot cocoa on the table, the
shallow kindness on his face swept away. He lifted his hand with a
grimace and tossed the hot drink straight into the bin, the cocoa spilling
out and the sweet, creamy aroma that washed over his nose making him
sick - he knew she was trying to impress him.

In fact, she didn't have to do any more of this deliberately, he didn't hand
over the evidence to the police, or even-

He would even go along with her and do something more outgoing.

With this thought, he ghostly pressed his hand to his heart.

If he had done this, he should have been able to reassure her, and even
Duan Wen, enough, so why should she be so good to him as if she were a
bird in fear?

He Yu sulked and didn't think any further, but opened his phone and
looked at his next schedule.

He family's final shipment of prohibited goods will need to go to sea next

week, and Lv Zhishu has promised that this will be the last time that she
will take the last of what is left in her possession.

He booked a flight to Canton.

It's just this one game.

He Yu's eyes are obscure.

With victory or defeat on the line, this operation was critical and he had to
get on board and keep an eye on it himself.

Inside the Huzhou Public Security Building.

Director Hu, who had come from Hangzhou, finished flicking through all
the documents in his possession, especially the notepad found by Zheng
Jingfeng and left behind by Jiang Liping, before taking a deep breath,
raising his eyes and looking around the office at everyone.

"Well, you are all clear about the mission this time, it is an S-class
confidential mission, and we will join hands with the Canton Public
Security Bureau next week to officially take on the criminals."

The cold light of the conference room shone on him as he said forcefully,
"The code name for this mission is confirmed - Break the Dream. We must
eliminate all the suspects related to the He Group!"

--------------------

Author's Comment.

Start of the Sad Pacific copy (?) The ...... mini theatre will stop for now and
resume when the mood is right ~ Boo Boo!

Chapter 185 - Action begins

One week later.

There was an important meeting at Hershey Pharmaceuticals, chaired by

Lv Zhishu, who was ill.

In the middle of the meeting, there was a sudden shock. The police
suddenly broke down the door and arrested Lv Zhishu amidst the uproar.
The police officer holding the arrest warrant said that Lv Zhishu was
suspected of being involved in a cross-border crime case involving Huang
Zhilong Entertainment and that she was being summoned for questioning
in accordance with the law.
"What gives you the right to arrest people for no reason? What evidence
do you have to arrest people?" Lv Zhishu was in a state of agitation and
refused to cooperate.

"A warrant for your arrest will be issued only after an application has been
made, which is sufficient proof that we have the appropriate material in
hand. Please cooperate with us in our investigation at the police station,
during which we will show you the evidence in person and require your
cooperation in explaining it."

While keeping an eye on Lv Zhishu, the officer instructed his left and right
to take control of Lv Zhishu, Vice President of the He Group.

"There is another person who needs to cooperate with the investigation

and that is Mr He Yu."

The secretary next to him was shocked and scared, and said in a
trembling voice, "He, Mr. He went to Guangcheng on a business trip ......"

The officer turned back with a sullen face, "Then let's ask Mr. Lu to go
alone first."

Interrogation room at Huzhou Police Station.

Monitoring on, staffed.

Lv Zhishu is seated in an interrogation chair, secured in place. In front of

her are several high-ranking police officers from the state of Shanghai,
and another, not from the police system, sits with a grim old face,
accompanied by a guard, with his arms in the middle of the room.

Lv Zhishu had previously thought it unlikely that they would suddenly take
her into custody for questioning, given their ability to protect the public
prosecution system in Shanghai. She even had some kind of ridiculous
scenario floating through her head, wondering if Duan Wen had decided
that she hadn't handled the situation properly and wanted to discard her
as a child.

But she didn't think it was right, didn't she close the loophole? She even
got He Yu to willingly work for her ......

It wasn't until she saw the man sitting in the big chair in the middle that
she changed colour, knowing why Huzhou's umbrella wouldn't hold.
--This is a storm.

Sitting there sombrely, is none other than Chen Man's own

grandfather ......

Commissar Wang!!!

"You are the representative of the top ten private enterprises in Shanghai,
and every year we do some small cases for your company, so we have
already gotten to know each other well." The police officer in charge
cleared his throat and took Lv Zhishu's gaze away from Commissar Wang,
then said, "So, let's not talk too much about formalities, today we invite
you here mainly because we want you to identify something."

The officer spoke and produced a pill box in an evidence bag, the
packaging of which indicated that the item was a bottle of cough syrup.

"This medicine, you must know it."

Lv Zhishu forced himself to calm down: "...... recognize, this is the

children's cough and stasis relief lotion produced by our factory."

"The batch from May this year, with foreign language printed on it, is a
Class III drug that your company intends to export abroad." The officer
added, then opened the bottle, "This is our joint police officer for the case
in Canton, Comrade Chen Yan-"

He said and glanced at Commissar Wang, and his originally very

authoritative voice carried more or less a pleasing meaning.

"Seized from He Pharma's Hiro City warehouse during a raid on Hiro City
security."

Lv Zhishu slowly calmed herself down, she had seen many great storms
over the years, hadn't she dodged them all by her own cunning and
aplomb? She adjusted her breathing and lifted her eyes, "It's just a bottle
of syrup, available in the domestic market, and with all due respect, I
don't know what's out of order about it that requires me to be so offended
by you."

"We are certainly not at liberty to offend you." The sheriff said, "So
obviously, this is no ordinary bottle of syrup either."
"During the sniffing process, our police dogs showed a strong reaction to
this batch of syrup in your warehouse in Guangcheng, but the contents
are not drugs or explosives." The sheriff said, taking out a pile of paper
and asking the young policeman standing next to him to hand it over to Lv
Zhishu .

Lv Zhishu glanced over and saw the words "forensic report" and at the
same time she heard the sheriff say.

"After monitoring, the ingredients in it are a rare drug that was once
present in the Huang Zhilong case, the same one that was forcibly
administered to Officer Chen by the offenders at the time, causing him to
be admitted to hospital and injured - listening water!"

"......"

"Mr. Lui, it is Zhi Long Entertainment that uses the Listening Water. So
is ......, which produces the Listening Water, your pharmaceutical company
He?"

Lv Zhishu's face was like ashes: "Nonsense! You're making false

accusations!"

"It was just a routine enquiry."

Lv Zhishu: "I don't know anything about listening syrup ...... much less
developing any listening syrup! This cough syrup is a regular drug
approved by the state and has never been sold for so many years without
any mistakes, not to mention any negative news!"

"But the solution in here did test out to be in the same class of substance
as the type of banned substance used by Zhi Long Entertainment."

Lv Zhishu's fat breasts bulged like bullfrogs, and after a moment, she
suddenly thought of something and snapped, "This is what you found in
the warehouse in Guangcheng, there are so many people coming in and
out of the warehouse every day, anyone has the opportunity to change
the original syrup into this so-called forbidden medicine! How can we
prove that this was produced by us? How can we prove that this is what
we intend to trade?!"

"Do you mean you think someone is deliberately setting up He Pharma?"

"Isn't it obvious!" Lv Zhishu clenched his five thick carrot-like fingers and
said in a trembling voice, "A conspiracy ...... of calculation! It is someone
to take advantage of my husband's new bereavement, the company has
not yet completed filling all aspects of the loopholes, exploited this
loophole, deliberately changed the medicine to plant us!"

Several policemen looked at each other.

The sheriff at the head: "So, you've never used this potion either, let alone
produced it, have you?"

"...... is!"

The sheriff held his arms in his hands and tapped his fingertips on his
arms.

"Mr Lu, seeing as we have known each other for many years and the He
Group has paid a lot of taxes to the country, let me advise you - if there is
something, it would be much better for you to give an account earlier than
later. There is no good outcome to lying."

Lv Zhishu Shuo's face was loose and white, and a few words squeezed out
of his fat lips, "I'm telling the truth. Our group has not done anything to
violate the laws and regulations, I can swear to God."

"Mr Lu is not religious, is he? Then swearing to God is really worthless."

There was a sharp thud of radio and a voice with a sneer came from the
corner of the interrogation room.

Lv Zhishu raised his head sharply-

It was a loudspeaker for external surveillance in the upper left. This was
not the only person in the room watching while she was on trial, there
were people before the monitor screen.

"Who?" She was creeped out.

"Mr. Lu can't hear my voice? It's okay, then I'll come straight to you, wait a
moment."
After a while, the door to the interrogation room was indeed pulled open
by the policemen on duty, left and right, and the blinding light from
outside shone in, cutting out the sturdy figure of a man. The man was so
tall, estimated to be about 5'9", that he had to lower his head slightly
when he entered, and only when he came in did he straighten up and lift
his face, hands behind his back, in one of his customary military stances.

Lv Zhishu's face brushed white at the sight of him and he muttered, "It's
you ......"

This is the second brother of the Wei family.

Wearing his military boots, Wei Er stared at Lv Zhishu like a tiger ready to
pounce as he walked over to the interrogation table, where he stood and
saluted first with Grandpa Chen Man: "Political Commissar Wang."

Wang Zhishu seemed to be in a state of extreme anger and did not say a
word throughout the interrogation, only looking at Lv Zhishu in a very
sombre manner until then, when he drew a moment's attention and
nodded briefly at Wei Er.

"Coming? Show that to her."

Wei Er then came in front of Lv Zhishu and greeted him with a leathery
smile, "Mr. Lu."

Without further ado, he handed her a pile of copies of the materials.

"A confession of guilt. A man in a Golden Triangle drug trafficking gang

just confessed, saying that he and you, Mr. Lu, had traded high purity
ecstasy raw materials. And that enchanting incense is the spice that was
detected at Xuan Court on the day of the wedding banquet."

Lv Zhishu's legs were trembling by the time he heard half of it, "That ......
was nothing more than a coincidence. That incense ...... that incense is my
personal business, it's what I use for myself and my husband, and that's
for you to care about?!"

"Is that so?"

Weiji sneered.

"There's no rush, so look at this again."

With that, he took his phone out of his pocket and flipped it over with a
snap, unveiling a restored video recording of the contents to Lv Zhishu.

Lv Zhishu just glanced at it, and the last bit of blood on his skin instantly
disappeared, the whole man was as dry and stiff as a mummy just poured
out of a coffin.

This is actually a surveillance video from the Xie Xue wedding lodge! After
about three minutes or so, another person appears in the video, dressed
in luxury, with elephant-like legs striding forward and waves of skirts, and
it's her.

Lv Zhishu looks to his right and left, and when he sees that the corridor is
empty, he goes to the waitress and after speaking to her, Lv Zhishu
suddenly pulls out a perfume bottle-like object from his bag and sprays
the waitress in the face.

The waitress took a few panicked steps back, but within two seconds she
seemed to accept the bizarre occurrence calmly, bowed to Lv Zhishu, and
went back to her work of packing and organising the tools that would be
used later in the room. Lv Zhishu, on the other hand, hurried away as if he
was afraid that someone might notice the scene.

The picture ends here.

Wei Er finished playing the video for Lv Zhishu and asked grimly, "How
was it, was it good? Did you like it? I loved it anyway, I watched it over
and over seventy or eighty times."

Lv Zhishu: "......"

It was only then that Commissar Wang spoke slowly, the old man did not
burst into rage, but the air pressure in the room seemed to drop many
degrees: "Do you have anything else to say."

Lv Zhishu's lips opened and closed, closed and opened again, beads of
sweat dripping down her broad forehead as she swallowed repeatedly, her
mind whirling. Finally, in the cold tint of the interrogation lights, her eyes
slowly lifted, their blood streaked like a spider's web.

"That still doesn't qualify as evidence on your part."

Wei Er was close to giving her a slap on the wrist: "I'm telling you Lv
Zhishu, this video was destroyed at the time but I had someone spend
months restoring it, notarized and complete, you can't be allowed to say
anything over here that doesn't count as evidence when your teeth are
clinking."

Lv Zhishu knew she had to bite the bullet at this point, and once she let
herself go, it was truly doom and gloom.

She then fished back, bit by bit, the composure that had tried to drain
from her body, along with the vocal line that had fled from her throat, and
apprehended it all together.

"...... I didn't say the video was fake." Lv Zhishu took a deep breath, finally
doing his best to steady his mind, and replied, "The video is real."

Wei Er narrowed his eyes, "Then you still plan to weasel your way out of
it-"

"But what proof do you have that I was spraying her with an audible?"

The little cop on the sidelines: "You-!!!"

Lv Zhishu: "I was spraying a mouth deodorant on her, I carry it with me,
and she had a taste in her mouth that I didn't like. This is me treating
people rudely, but it's out of your hands."

The young policeman was almost on the verge of shooting up: " Lv
Zhishu! This waiter later said he was unconscious and traces of drug use
were detected on his body, so what are you talking about here! You're still
trying to deny it ......"

"She was unconscious and there were traces of drugs on her body, so it
couldn't have been someone else?" Lv Zhishu's ability to bite off more
than she can chew is unparalleled. A normal person faced with such
evidence would have been scared into admitting it, but Lv Zhishu knows
that there is no such thing as "confession and resistance" and that if she
confessed she would be finished.

Having realised this, her attitude was like a brick wall that never leaked.

"What proof do you have that the spray I was using, was the deafening
water? Is there any such evidence? Mr. Wei?"
Weiji: "...... You don't recognize this do you?"

"I don't recognise it."

Lv Zhishu and Wei Er stared at each other for about ten seconds, Wei Er's
fists clenched and clicked before he finally sneered, "Mr. Lu has really
grown a wonderful mouth that can bring you to your own extinction."

" Mr. Wei you flatter me." Lv Zhishu was still sweating coldly, but slowly
becoming more and more calm, "Besides, there is no reason why I should
ask a waiter to ruin the marriage of your Wei family. You mustn't forget
that I do a lot of business with your family, and I'm not bad friends with
them in general, and ruining Mr. Wei's marriage wouldn't do me any
good."

Weiji: "Maybe it's the other one you want to destroy?"

"The other one? Xie Qingcheng ?" Lv Zhishu snorted, "He's just a
university professor who was hired by my family four or five years ago and
has no personal grudge against me. I don't give a damn about people like
that, not to mention that if he really offended me, I could use all sorts of
other means to get him in trouble, no need to go to all that trouble."

After a pause, she continued, "And Mr. Wei, you mustn't forget that in that
case, the last person to suffer was my son. If there was a conspiracy in our
group, He Yu would not have been unaware of it. You don't think I can
harm him as well."

"With all the years I've known Mr. Lu." Wei Er said, "You're really no better
to your eldest son."

"It's not for you outsiders to know whether it's good or not." Lv Zhishu
said, "Also this has strayed too far from what we are talking about now."

The beads of sweat on her forehead gradually lessened, and her eyes
stared slyly at Wei Er.

After this back and forth, she had established that it wasn't Duan Wen
who was deliberately giving her up, otherwise they would have had more
evidence on hand, and that had eased her fears.

And she was sure that the police's ring of evidence was not
comprehensive enough - they had something on hand that could scare her
into an outright confession, but that evidence couldn't really take effect as
long as she didn't let go. She even understood that Commissar Wang
himself had shown up to put pressure on her mentally as well. If they
already had enough direct evidence to prove that there was something
wrong with He's group, then there was actually no need to labour
Commissar Wang's presence at all.

Lv Zhishu thought this, and settled down again.

She didn't even sound very shaky at this point and said, "Your ring of
evidence cannot be closed and you cannot convict me. I have completed
my cooperation with your investigation in accordance with the law, now,
please, let me out of here immediately."

Commissar Wang had grimaced, and after a few seconds, or perhaps a

dozen seconds, he suddenly walked out of the interrogation room first
without a word.

The sheriff glanced at Commissar Wang's back - he seemed a little more

nervous now than Lv Zhishu, and he too needed to settle down.

"There's no rush, Mr. Lu, you're all here." It was Wei Er who finally opened
his mouth first, raising his hand, looking at his wristwatch, "Since you are
innocent, there is no need to worry too much, according to the legislation,
the arrest warrant is valid for you for 48 hours."

"What do you mean? You're going to make me stay here for 48 hours?!"

"It's in line with the regulations."

"You're holding up my group's business, you think my time is ordinary

people's time? I warn you Wei Er-"

"There's no point in you warning me about anything." Wei Er said, "With

something as big as what happened at my brother's wedding reception,
it's hard for me not to suspect that someone is setting us up Wei family,
this is something I have to get to the bottom of, and we'll do our best to
find more evidence in these 48 hours, e.g. ......"

He paused for a moment, leaned lower and whispered, "We will join forces
with the police in Guang City and do our best to trace the shipment that
Mr. He is personally watching for out to sea."
Lv Zhishu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"In fact, Guangzhou City has already launched an operation, Chief." The
small police officer temporarily transferred from Guang City behind him
immediately said, "Once we have the results, we will contact Huzhou
immediately."

"Then we'll see what happens." Wei Er tugged at the corners of his mouth
and gave a smile, "Mr. Lu, if you really walk the talk, you won't be afraid
of these 48 hours. if we still find nothing after 48 hours, we will definitely
send you back to your house respectfully, at which time my nephew will
personally come to the door to apologize, and will even try to make up for
your loss."

Lv Zhishu blushed slightly, but not to the point of great awe.

They ...... are going after He Yu's boat ......

She had enough trust in He Yu's mind. He Yu was very clever, and before
he left she had told him that this was the last shipment, and that the
whole He family was now in the same boat, so she had told him to be
extra careful and improvise.

At this point in time, if there is no accident at sea, He Yu has sailed

completely out of his country's territorial waters and onto the high seas.
With the high seas, He Yu no longer has to make a hard signal report to
the domestic navigational base station, and with his hacking abilities, the
Guangzhou police have no way of locating his vessel in a moment's
notice.

It is never that easy to catch up with him.

"Good." Lv Zhishu's eyes rolled up and he stared at Wei Er, "Then we'll,
well, we'll see."

Outside the interrogation room, Political Commissar Wang lit a cigarette.

The sheriff followed him out, sincerely, "Commissar Wang ......"

"How is it going in Guangcheng." Although he had been releasing the

exact ingredients of the Listening Water to only a very few people based
on what Xie Qingcheng had told him back then, and had kept it strictly
confidential, it seemed that in its current form, the problematic situation
with this potion was much more serious than he had imagined.

He is now trying to both ensure that this medicine is not known and
studied by more people, and to do his best to keep the whole thing under
control and investigate it deeply. At the moment he has to be careful and
prudent in his hiring.

He didn't lose his temper with the sheriff, he just asked for the results.

He Yu's ship has indeed sailed out of territorial waters and is in the high
seas, and despite our surprise arrest of Lv Zhishu, he must have detected
it in his own way. It's completely undetectable, and should he dock for
loading and unloading, or take this time to connect with another vessel in
the high seas, or simply destroy the contraband drugs, then it will be very
difficult for us to find any further evidence."

Commissar Wang glanced behind him at the interrogation room, then took
two more hard puffs of his cigarette, "Isn't there any way to break through
his anti-tracking program mode?!"

"According to our understanding, He Yu's hacking ability is perennially in

the top five of the international hacker list, and is even number one in
actual level. With such ability, even if military equipment is used, the
breakthrough time will be very long. Unless -"

"You're being so stubborn, it's already too late for unless buts, unless
what? Tell me!"

The sheriff wiped his sweat: "Unless he himself is willing to respond to

calls or messages so that he can be traced ...... but he is certainly not
stupid ah, who else's message is he must return at this moment? The city
of Canton is over there trying all sorts of things, and your grandson has
been working on it, but look at this ...... Why don't we try it with Lv
Zhishu's phone? We'll see if he returns his own mother's messages?"

Political Commissar Wang: "Hurry up and try!"

The interrogation was concluded and Lv Zhishu was taken into custody
under the law.

The sheriff took the phone with the evidence bag over it, and in the office,
in the mist of a group of older men smoking cigarettes, through the bag,
called the technical detective to unlock and open the phone. Then they
started calling He Yu.

"Duh ...... duh ......"

They had little hope that He Yu would answer the phone, but they didn't
expect He Yu to refuse so easily, hanging up after only two rings.

Sheriff: "...... He's not afraid of a fucking accident?"

Weiji sulked, "He was clear that he gave signal feedback before something
happened."

"Well how about trying sending a message again ......" the sheriff said,
even though he knew it wouldn't work at all, it would look better than the
helplessness they were now, and maybe it would give that little bit of
goodwill to Commissar Wang.

The message was sent, using subtle language, and if He Yu hadn't been
wary, or if there had been a wavering in his mind, he would probably have
responded.

However time passed, minute, ten minutes, half an hour ......

The atmosphere in the room froze to a standstill.

Political Commissar Wang's face was blue, and it was at that moment that
a phone rang in the room, and he immediately looked up, only to find that
everyone was looking at him.

It turned out that it wasn't Lv Zhishu's phone that was ringing, but his
own.

Political Commissar Wang did not want to answer it, but looked at the
caller, Chen Man, who was in Guangcheng to cooperate with the
investigation of this matter, and only then cleared his throat and picked
up the phone.

"Hey, um, you said ......"

In less than a few words, Commissar Wang, who was holding the phone,
changed his expression slightly, his gaze turned to the office door, and he
said under his breath, "Is it? Does it work? OK then, yes, you tell him to
come over."

The Commissar put the phone down and his eyes turned to the door.

" Chen Yan said he told someone about it and that person could try it, but
he wanted to talk to us first."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a knock on the office door.

A police officer opened the door, "Leaders, chiefs, there's a man who
claims to be able to help solve the crime--"

Before she could finish her sentence, the political commissar interrupted
her with a wave of his hand and told her to bring the man in.

The people in the first office were staring at the doorway and were all a
little surprised to see the visitor, especially Wei Er, who was originally
leaning back in his chair with his arms dangling over his head, his eyes
widened at the sight of the visitor, his hands loosened and his body
moved forward slightly.

Xie Qingcheng's lean but still upright figure appeared there, his face was
almost bloodless, his whole body was like a fog that would dissipate at
any moment.

His cold, sharp eyes glanced around the room and finally fell on Grandpa
Chen Man.

"Political commissar Wang. It's been a long time."

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Chapter 186 - Only you can fool

me
Political Commissar Wang narrowed his eyes, "Professor Xie."
Xie Qingcheng said, "I already know that the He Group has found out
about the hearing water. I've also understood the video from the restored
villa."

Political Commissar Wang: "Did Xiao Yan tell you that?"

"Yes."

Commissar Wang gestured for the police flower to move a chair over to
Xie Qingcheng: "Sit down."

The old man had a tired look on his face - Chen Man had been with the
Canton police force when they found contraband drugs during a surprise
raid on He Yu's warehouse, and had then volunteered to go after He Yu's
boat at sea. Such an operation requires a lot of police manpower and the
officer has no reason to refuse, and Chen Man is now on board with his
comrades heading for the open sea.

After all, Chen Man's half-brother was so powerful, and Chen Man was not
as good as his brother since he was a child, so while others did not dare to
say so, in private, some ridiculed Wang's grandson for not being as good
as an ordinary woman's seed.

But he wanted his grandson to be well, and he didn't want Chen Man to be
in any real danger. He tried to persuade Chen Man, but when he found out
the truth about the poisoning at the lodge, he was determined to get to
the bottom of what happened to the He family, and he couldn't stop him.

Political Commissar Wang: "The situation is urgent, so we won't say much

else. How sure are you that you can locate the vessel? He's not even
answering his mother's phone."

Xie Qingcheng did not answer, nor did he give any explanation, took out
his mobile phone and put it on the table: "You'll know when you call."

The two of them were tangled up in the Xuan Pavilion at that time,
although it was due to love poison, the atmosphere was really subtle, now
it seems that these two really confirmed his suspicions.

Of course, we are all smart enough not to say anything about it, so we
don't need to open the window so much.
Commissar Wang was still wary of Xie Qingcheng: "So what was your
reason for helping us, given your close relationship with He Yu?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Firstly, what happened in the lodge has something to do

with me. Secondly, the matter of the listening water has something to do
with me. Thirdly ......" he paused for a moment before continuing, "Twenty
years ago, my parents died in a plot by Duan Wen's group, and it seems
likely that Lv Zhishu is also one of Duan Wen's collaborators --I want to
know the truth that has been waiting for twenty years. Because that truth
has something to do with my parents."

After hearing this, Political Commissar Wang leaned back in his chair and
nodded with a sigh.

"Good ...... if that's the case ......"

The contours of his face slacken slightly.

"Then you can indeed ...... try it out."

But while Commissar Wang agreed, Xie Qingcheng did not dial the
number immediately.

He looked into the eyes of Commissar Wang, which were somewhat

similar to Chen Man's in outline. Xie Qingcheng remembered how he had
felt when he had first received the call from Chen Man's front line,
knowing everything.

Chen Man said on the phone at the time, "Brother - if he really likes you,
he knows what his mother has done, so why does he continue to work for
his family? He knows what a criminal organisation it is! I caught him to
really ask him ...... if he still has a heart or not!"

"This case, which concerns your parents, my brother, and even He Yu

himself ...... we have to stop him before he has major criminal
consequences, and it's not too late, if he starts making the real deal, or
hiding incriminating evidence, or doing anything else Xie Qingcheng, you
are aware of that." Chen Man said, "The only thing that awaits him is the
death penalty."

But did He Yu really do such a thing?

Xie Qingcheng remembers the night he parted from the stranger in Rainy
Lane, when He Yu hugged him and said that he might not be He Yu
anymore.

He remembered how, in the office, before he left, He Yu said, "What would

you do if I had to do this just to survive?

His reply then was - I will stand opposite you, so please don't go.

Xie Qingcheng was willing to believe him. He felt that He Yu was not the
kind of person who, having suffered himself, would want others to suffer
the same calamity.

Deep down, he believed that He Yu would not really stand against him.

Although he was outraged and shocked by what Lv Zhishu had done, by

the vortex he was involved in, he didn't think it had anything to do with
He Yu. There must have been some misunderstanding that the police had
not yet noticed.

So Xie Qingcheng thought that instead of avoiding the police and letting
them intercept He Yu, forcing him into a corner with irreversible
consequences, he could cooperate with them and make enough demands
to protect He Yu from accidental harm, should the situation arise.

Xie Qingcheng drew back from his memories and said to Commissar
Wang, "I have a few requests."

"You said."

Xie Qingcheng said, "If he is located, then you cannot use violence against
him until there is sufficient evidence that He Yu has indeed committed a
crime."

"That's for sure."

"Secondly, if there is evidence that He Yu did not harm the police, again
violence/force cannot be used against him."

Commissar Wang and a few senior officers looked at each other, and
finally Commissar Wang said, "Yes."
"Thirdly, if it does come down to a compulsion to do something, the police
will have to ask him the truth first and give him a chance to explain."

"OK, that's something we can do."

Xie Qingcheng: "Also, if possible, I would like to talk to him directly on the
line."

Such linked conversations are all under police supervision, which is

basically beneficial but not harmful to the police, and if there is any
eventuality, it will be well controlled, and Commissar Wang agreed to it.

"All in good time, do you have any other requests?"

"No more."

"Good." Commissar Wang gave him a deep look, "Then, let's begin."

"One moment, please." The door opened once again, and this time it was
Director Hu who came in - it was a matter of great importance, and
Director Hu had naturally rushed in for such a special S-class criminal
case.

Everyone in the office, except for Political Commissar Wang, stood up and
saluted when they saw him.

Director Hu waved his hand and stared at Xie Qingcheng.

"I've heard your terms outside. As far as I know, you're Xie Ping's son,
aren't you?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Yes."

"Your parents were demoted twice before and finally dropped to the basic
police station, but they are still police officers after all." Director Hu said,
"I want to ask you why, in all these conditions you have, you are thinking
of the suspect in every case."

Xie Qingcheng sat upright in his chair and looked up at him, "Because I
believe he committed no crime, just as I believe my parents were framed
for both demotions."
His voice is not loud, but his gaze is sharp, and his aura is no less powerful
than that of an old and powerful superintendent like Director Hu.

"I don't want any more people around me, to suffer any more injustice."

Director Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, this man was clearly contradicting
him and showing him no pretence of respect, but there was no anger on
Director Hu's face, he looked thoughtfully at Xie Qingcheng and seemed
to be thinking about what he had said.

Finally he asked, "So what if this person you believe in, who did harm the
police, also sat on the evidence and refused to comply, even threatening
the lives of others as Huang Zhilong did."

Xie Qingcheng: "He wouldn't."

Director Hu: "What if."

A few moments of silence.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Then it is up to you, according to the law."

Director Hu, originally looking at him in a semi-pressure stance,

straightened up after a long while and said to him, "Please take your
mobile phone with you." Turning his head again, he nodded a very polite
greeting to Political Commissar Wang, then said to all the others, "Go to
the command room and link up with Canton City to try and locate the lost
vessel again."

On the high seas.

He Yu adjusted the ship's signal channel to an encrypted form and

connected to a call. After a brief conversation with the man on the other
end of the line, who spoke a strong English slang, He Yu asked his
assistant to inform the captain of the change of course.

He knew what he was doing was wrong in this matter, but he couldn't stop
halfway.
There are some things that he must have today.

"In about two hours or so, we will reach the mooring designated by the
other side, and they will have a vessel approaching us to complete the
delivery at sea." The assistant said this to He Yu.

He Yu said, "I'm curious as to who the people sent from Mandela's island
are."

Mandela Island is Duan Wen's home base in Australia and He Yu now

knows the name of the island, but it is so vaguely located that knowing
the name is tantamount to knowing a code name, which has no practical
use.

"You can't see their faces, I'm afraid." The assistant, who had been
following Lv Zhishu, replied to He Yu, "The people who come out on
Mandela wear special masks and don't talk much."

He Yu was just about to say something else when his phone rang and he
scanned it for a contact that he knew very well.

Xie Qingcheng.

Message reads: " Lv Zhishu has been summoned for questioning in

connection with the cross-border business of rn-13 and other prohibited
drugs. He Yu, if you are unrelated to this matter or have any affliction,
please return my call directly."

He Yu's eyes twitched slightly.

After a while, another message came in, "I want you to trust me as much
as I trust you."

He Yu: "......"

Junior Assistant: "What's wrong?"

He Yu: "...... is nothing. Let the captain reach the trading point at full
speed, the police chase boats are faster than us, they can't get a full fix
on us but they can get a general direction, a minute late picking up won't
do us any good."

He said, putting his phone back in his close pocket without replying.
Meanwhile. Police command room.

Everyone was waiting for a miracle, and the likelihood of this happening
was gradually diminishing as the time counters on the walls pushed away
by the minute.

Xie Qingcheng was coughing, he was already in poor health and had
recently been overstretched. He was actually supposed to go to Meiyu for
treatment today, but the incident with He Yu had forced him to come to
the police station. He had to come to the police station because of He Yu's
accident. The excessive nervousness was making him dizzy. But he kept
going, waiting for He Yu's reply.

He didn't choose anything too subtle to say, nor did he engage in any
deception with He Yu, who remembered what he had said to him in his
office at the time.

He Yu said, "I will always have nothing but my heart in front of you.

Because of these words, Xie Qingcheng wanted to take a gamble. He

hoped that such an open and heartfelt message could make He Yu lower
his guard and that he could tell himself ...... about anything He Yu could
carry with He Yu.

The hands of the clock turn round and round.

One minute ......

Five minutes ......

Xie Qingcheng looks steadily at his mobile phone, but in front of him are
images of He Yu's past, smiling brightly.

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

You have to trust me.

I will never leave me, I will love and protect you every second I live.

The phone jolted unexpectedly!

Almost all of them got up. Xie Qingcheng's phone was not passworded, so
anyone could see the messages on it, and the sheriff closest to it took it.

Director Hu said eagerly, "What about it?"

Sheriff: "...... is 10086."

Crowd: "...... ugh ......"

"Bloody 10086! The soul is flying!"

"......" Xie Qingcheng The blood rushed to his heart and he couldn't help
but lower his head and cough again.

"He shouldn't be returning." Commissar Wang said, "Professor Xie, you've

overestimated your relationship with him. And the fact that he won't
return a message like this has pretty much confirmed that he's not
innocent and that he's helping his mother get off."

Xie Qingcheng was getting dizzy, especially after the excitement he had
just suffered, and by now his back was drenched in cold sweat. He raised
his hand to the corner of his forehead to push the dizziness down as far as
he could: "Political commissar, I hope you can wait a little longer."

"......"

"I ...... trust him ......"

Commissar Wang gave him a complicated look, in fact, Commissar Wang

is a man with a very good heart, just sometimes in his position to seek his
own work, have to do something too much, and in the face of such
resilience in the junior and trust in his companions, he has more or less
some respect in his heart.

Director Hu looked at him solicitously.

Political Commissar Wang: "Then let's wait a little longer."

Xie Qingcheng coughed softly, the taste of blood already in his throat:
"Thank you ......"
Another ten minutes passed.

There was no word from He Yu and no answer to his phone calls, as if he

had made up his mind not to give any signal to the police.

The members of this operation had already begun to discuss alternative

solutions, or to make urgent contact with the city of Canton, or to
reconnect with the technical department. Xie Qingcheng's blood was
slowly chilling ...... He remained seated, his face lacking blood and his
ears ringing. He was having a hard time and couldn't hear anything
around him anymore, all he knew was that the men had moved in for the
kill and had started a new deployment.

He Yu ......

Do you really ...... have to do this ......

I want to believe in you ...... He Yu ...... you respond ...... I want to believe
in you ...... I want to help you ......

Give me your hand.

Just like when we were kids by the flowers in the endless summer, okay?

He Yu ......

The ringing in the ears grew stronger and the dizziness became heavier.

Xie Qingcheng can't hear anything anymore.

He had to try to stay awake and not be so sick that he lost consciousness
at this point. So he didn't notice at this point that a hand reached over
and picked up his mobile phone from the table again.

It is Director Hu.

Director Hu is, after all, an old and decisive policeman, he is ruthless, he

has perfected the art of talking and attacking, and he has no personal
feelings for either Xie Qingcheng or He Yu, so his ruthlessness in handling
the case is evident at this point.
At this moment, he suddenly had another idea and said, "I think I can try it
again in a different way. Can I borrow your phone for a moment, Professor
Tse?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng's head was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what Director Hu
was saying for a while, and his eyes were blurred and blotchy.

It is also because Xie Qingcheng is too happy and angry to show any sign
of his illness. Director Hu is not at all aware of his suffering, but takes his
silence as tacit approval.

So Director Hu looked down, took Xie Qingcheng's phone and quickly

edited a new message to He Yu, but this message he sent not as Xie
Qingcheng, but as a member of staff at the police station.

"He Yu, I suggest you turn yourself in because you are involved in an
illegal pharmaceutical case and Xie Qingcheng is now at the police
station. I know you are running away from the police and have made up
your mind not to reveal your signal source, you may even wonder if what I
am saying is true, you can wonder all you want, as long as you do not fear
for his life. Don't you forget that there are spies in the police department
who kill without blinking an eye, and you can see if you can afford to
gamble."

Xie Qingcheng, who by this time was desperately trying to break out of his
chaotic dizziness, sensed that something was wrong and tried to stop it:
"Wait a ......"

Director Hu's finger is pressed.

"Wait a minute!"

Xie Qingcheng finally recovers from his dizziness and snatches the phone
from his hand, only to be greeted by the blinding "Sent" message.

"......"

The message has been sent successfully.

Xie Qingcheng's face suddenly turned pale and unliving as he clutched his
phone and read the text on it, cold sweat pouring down his face.

" Director Hu, you can't do this ...... you shouldn't cheat him."

He settled down, white-knuckled, and tried to send another

complementary message.

But Director Hu immediately stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"I had to tell him the truth."

"No way!" Director Hu flatly refused, "We need this case solved as soon as
possible, and if you send additional messages now, the situation will
become very confusing."

"......"

"We promised you that his capture would not be violent until we had to,
and I know you care about his trust in you, but you can rest assured, not
to mention that the police are not wanting him to make a bigger mistake.
This matter cannot be lost, we must seize the opportunity to make it
quick."

"You have my word." Director Hu looked Xie Qingcheng firmly in the eye,
"We can tell him the whole truth when he calls back, okay?"

"......"

"It's just that you can't do it now."

"No more people can be sacrificed."

The last sentence was a thousand pounds, all eyes were on Xie
Qingcheng, who felt a headache, he was holding the phone, but gradually
lost his grip on it ......

No more people must be sacrificed.

I know you care about his trust in you, but the police this is not wanting
him to make a bigger mistake ......

You can't go about it like that ......

Wei Er: " Xie Qingcheng, are you okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's fingers eventually curled up slowly, and the dizziness

began to return before his eyes, his ears buzzing and he could barely
breathe.

Wei Er still cared for his family after all: " Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng The last bit of blood was gone from his face, "...... I'm
fine ...... I'm fine."

"......"

"Just wait."

One minute, two minutes ......

Everyone in the room was again caught up in waiting.

But there is still dead silence.

Director Hu's mind-blowing techniques don't seem to have penetrated He

Yu's already well-entrenched heart.

Commissar Wang was chagrined to the core, thinking that these people
were so naive that they would think of playing the emotion card to get a
suspect who had crossed the border to run away to return their messages
when they knew they would be exposed!

What could he expect? Might as well keep counting on the police

department in Canton to use military equipment to break through He Yu's
signal cloaking program as soon as possible ......

However, just as he was so angry that he wanted to get up and have a

cigarette, the mobile phone, which had been silent, suddenly vibrated.

It was just the most common of default bells, but it made almost everyone
in the room rise with a start, and several faces bristled with obvious
surprise.
Under the surrounding gaze, the screen of Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone
glows dimly, and the caller ID reads two words.

Little Ghost.

And that number was He Yu's number which they never got a response
from ......

He Yu returned the call, knowing that it was most likely a trap!

Director Hu was also very surprised. Although he had thought of this

move, he only had a faint hope that it would work, after all, He Yu was so
smart that unless he really cared about someone to the extreme, how
could he possibly ignore such a threatening message?

But He Yu really did just...

Director Hu subconsciously tries to answer the call he has thrown out, but
Xie Qingcheng doesn't give him the phone again this time.

They had to stop He Yu, so they had to create such a lie in extreme
circumstances, and He Yu called back, and since he did, Hu's aim was
achieved and the bigger picture was taken care of.

Now He Yu is the only one in the dark, and no one in the room cares about
He Yu's feelings, except Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng would not let anyone lie to him again. He had to tell He Yu
everything in person so that He Yu would not continue to do anything
wrong for the He family and Lv Zhishu.

"Hello."

He Yu's voice came in, very cold, cold enough to hide the worry in it.

"Who are you. Why did you take his phone."

Xie Qingcheng said hoarsely as he braced himself for the pain of his
illness, "It's me."

The moment they heard his voice, the person on the other end of the
phone seemed to understand everything and was suddenly silent.
"......"

" He Yu. It's me."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng didn't even get to say the next word before he heard the
caller hang up, leaving only a busy beep.

"Suspect exposed! Urgently receiving information from Broad City for

detection!"

"Information reconnaissance received! Have traced the satellite location

of this cellular signal! The location is-"

Some of the younger officers in the office shouted out in excitement and
high-fived when they heard the real-time news over the loudspeaker, and
others immediately got busy, taking up their positions and starting an all-
out pursuit and arrest. Xie Qingcheng was the only one standing there, his
blood chilled to the bone...

He Yu refused any explanation with them and refused any communication

with him.

He Yu, what is this? Did he really choose to take a dark path?!

Xie Qingcheng did not believe it.

Even at this moment, he did not believe that He Yu would make such a
choice, but now He Yu was indeed hiding from the police and had refused
his outstretched hand.

He Yu did not hold him again like the child who sat in the endless summer
flowers.

Perhaps He Yu had his own ideas back when he had rejected him so many
times before, never one to be willing to be passive, and smarter and
better at hiding himself than any child he had ever met.

Meanwhile, on the high seas, He Yu hung up the phone with a pale face.

He clutched his phone and looked out over the vast sea.
He is an evil dragon, and only Xie Qingcheng knows his soft spot, and at
this critical moment, Xie Qingcheng hands his sword to someone else and
stabs him in the scales.

He Yu closed his eyes and remembered the words the man had said to
himself on his way out earlier, when Xie Qingcheng had said that he would
stand opposite him.

He had thought that Xie Qingcheng would be more or less willing to

forgive him for even one of his caprices. But that was not to be.

Thinking of these words now, he only felt his heart feel like it was being
torn apart, a silent and sharp pain.

" Mr. He!" After about ten minutes or so, the assistant suddenly shouted
urgently, pointing to a blurred shadow ahead, "Here it comes! The boat
from Mandela Island is coming!"

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Chapter 187 - You lied to me!!!

This was He Yu's first direct contact with someone on Duan Wen's staff.

The large white boat slowly approached He Yu's boat, and after confirming
each other, they stopped and built a bridge, which was successfully
constructed between the two boats, and Duan Wen's men approached
from their boat.

There were only a dozen of them, and they were all very attractive
women. They were all wearing red dresses very similar to Jiang Liping's,
and as the assistant had said, they were all wearing silver openwork
masks with hoods over them, so that their faces could not be seen at all.
As soon as the woman in the lead spoke, He Yu realised what the so-called
'special' masks meant. The woman's voice came through the masks,
completely muffled and inaudible, like a machine.

"We're here to move the goods as per Mr. Duan's orders." The woman in
red said very few words, not even pleasantries, and said straight away,
"Please take me to the cargo warehouse."
He Yu: "Then we need to ask you to hurry, Mr Lu said this shipment is very
important to Mr Duan and the Australian market needs it urgently, nothing
can go wrong. But just over ten minutes ago, our satellite location has
been revealed to the police, they will be coming after us soon, you need
to leave quickly with the goods."

The woman in red was very calm: "Understood."

She and He Yu headed for the warehouse together, followed by the

entourage.

After checking with their special instruments, the accompanying men

began to load the goods as quickly as possible. These men were old hands
at killing and crossing goods, and despite knowing that the marine police
and the pursuing interrogators would be arriving soon, they were still very
quick and methodical, and didn't mess up their positions at all.

" Duan Wen believed that I would forget my past, and I have lived up to
his expectations." The goods had almost all been moved out and there
were still a few boxes left, and He Yu said to the woman in red at the head
of the group as they waited, "Then please don't forget what you promised
me when he receives the goods."

The woman in red nodded, "Mr. Duan always does what he says, and you
showed him that kind of determination before, so he will definitely help
you develop the cure properly-"

Before the words were out of his mouth, there was a sudden pop from
outside!

Immediately afterwards, one of the boat's servants came running in,

grimacing and battling, pointing with one hand to the door while
panicking: "Mr. He! Outside! There's - chasing, chasing ......"

He was so frightened that he couldn't get a word in edgewise and

swallowed hard before he shrilled, "The pursuers!!!"

He Yu and the woman in red looked at each other and quickly said, "Come
with me to the back door of the warehouse!"

The police were already in pursuit and they split into two groups, one after
the Mandela Island boat - which had finished loading and anchored, it
must have been modified by the researchers of Duan Wen's organisation,
it was very fast and took the initiative to attack the pursuing officers and
shots began to be fired on the sea Shots began to ring out in quick
succession.

BANG! BANG BANG!!!

The Mandela boat broke through the police force quickly and attacked
with no regard for human life, and in just a few moments He Yu saw a
marine policeman from the pursuing boat shot by the Mandela boat and
thrown into the sea.

The Marine Police anti-smuggling boat was moving at full speed, the
Marine Police red/blue lights ahead of the mast whistling and spinning, the
whole ship lunging at them like a giant whale beast breaking the waves
with a deafening splash of water.

He Yu's boat was not far behind them, fleeing in both directions with
Mandela's boat, and in a flash the ship was breaking the waves. He Yu
looked towards the ship that was chasing them as the waves foamed and
the distance between the ship and them remained stagnant, and as he
moved his binoculars on board, he could see that the marine police
officers had set up machine guns on board and the fleet's officers were
shouting at them on their marine PAs, their loud voices breaking through
the waves to their ship.

"Listen to the ships ahead, listen to the ships ahead, stop the ships for
inspection immediately! Stop your boats for inspection immediately!!! No
resistance! No use of weapons on board! Otherwise you will be
responsible for all the consequences! Or you will suffer the consequences!

The ship was manned by men who had been following Lv Zhishu in the
black ticket business, which is to say that they were all outlaws. They had
their own mechanism for dealing with such situations, rather than
following the orders of He Yu, with whom they had first sailed.

The captain knew that if he was caught by the marine police, he would be
sentenced to at least 20 years if not death.

"Bang!"

I don't know who fired the first cold shot, but the fire that had only slightly
subsided began to rise again, and this time the exchange was much more
serious than the earliest warning shots, with bullets fired straight into the
hull and a thumping vibration of steel and iron.

He Yu cursed and tried to communicate with the men in the captain's

cabin using the mike pinned to his lapel, but the scene was so chaotic that
the captain couldn't be bothered.

The woman in red scolded, "What a bunch of reckless men."

But how many desperadoes are not reckless? He Yu saw that the Mandela
had lost ground on the Marine Police vessel that was chasing it, but their
boat was still locked in a fierce battle with the Marine Police. He had a
vague sense of foreboding.

And then -

"BANG!!!"

There was a sudden, violent stutter and the ship, which was moving at full
speed, came to a steep halt.

He Yu knew that something had happened in the captain's cabin - the

captain had been hit, or the controls had been destroyed. Their ship was
different from the Mandela, as it was sailing out of the domestic harbour,
and although Lv Zhishu had done some tampering, it could not have been
too obvious or too much, and how could such a ship stand up to the
hardened guns of a marine police anti-smuggling ship?

The ship came to a steep halt, but the guns on board fired harder, and
some of the men began to fight to the death, while others who were timid
jumped overboard in a desperate attempt to escape.

The gunfire attacks and people escaping from the ship caused the
firepower on the coastguard side to begin to increase, and as the boats
drew closer and closer, the four were becoming real as the gunfire began
to weave around them in a frenzy of bullets.

He Yu and the woman in red were looking for a place to hide from the cold
gunfire, and they could hear a henchman not far away, running and
shooting at the other boat with his gun, yelling frantically, "Kill you ...... kill
you! Damn it, I won't let you catch me even if I die!"
Probably the gods were watching this naval battle as if to tease him, and
as soon as the minion said that, a bullet hit him squarely in the chest!!!

"AHHHH!!!" The minion's body shuddered violently, blood bursting out

before he fell backwards violently.

There was more than one shot fired at the bandit, and both He Yu and the
woman in red were close enough that they slammed down and took cover
to deflect the shot.

"BANG BANG BANG!!!" The bullets hit the very thick steel and iron plates
and the two barely escaped the attack as the woman in red stood up to
keep running but didn't know where to go.

He Yu looked white, his complexion suddenly hard for some reason, he

gasped and said to the woman in red, "Go to the back, there are escape
boats at the back."

The woman in red: "Won't you run away with me? You have done enough
to prove that you have indeed made the right choice. You can come back
to Mandela Island with me and I will report the whole story to Mr Duan. He
will not treat you badly."

He Yu: "There is still cargo on the ship's hold, I have to sell it first, if this
cargo falls into the hands of the marine police, how sure do you think
Duan Wen is that I didn't do it on purpose?"

Woman in Red: "......"

The Marine Police boat is getting closer and closer, while the crew is still
fighting back, and the battle is getting hotter and hotter, with a second
wave of indiscriminate fire likely to hit.

The woman in red had no choice but to stand in place for a few seconds,
cursing and heading in the opposite direction, to the stern of the boat to
start lowering the escape boat. It was only after she had gone that He Yu
slowly got up by the railings, but stumbled.

Ticktock ......

A drop of blood trickles down.

Tick. Tick. Intermittent.

He's been hit by a stray bullet!

Just as the bandit was killed, the shrapnel that burst and bounced off the
hull tore through his flesh and bore into the area of He Yu's lungs!

He Yu gritted his teeth, covered his wounds and slowly, turning back with
a blue face, he walked in the direction of the large ship's storehouse.

Now that the ship has come to a complete stop, it is almost certain that
the key control positions have been destroyed.

He Yu could hear the fearful whimpers and frantic curses of some of the
men outside, the smell of sulphur and smoke permeating the sea, and a
great deal of terror in the air.

But that atmosphere doesn't affect him.

Alone, he walked slowly back into the cabin.

Rows of shelves stood on either side of him, as high as the abyss, and He
Yu walked in the middle of the warehouse, a few rays of light shining
down from a hole in the roof in front of him. He closes his eyes, and in this
deserted place, his expression is one of calm that is very different from
that of a moment ago.

Calmly even like a madman.

He Yu walked all the way to the front of the last remaining shipment
before catching his breath and taking a seat on the container.

His hands were trembling as he slowly took out his phone and opened the
screen, which still showed the last message Xie Qingcheng had sent him
without exiting. He Yu looked at the words on the screen with red eyes,
almost laughing to himself -

In this plan, almost everything went wrong.

Except for that one message that no normal person would reply to, and he
did, so revealing his location in advance.
Outside, the gunfire grew more intense and gradually became sporadic
again.

He Yu heard the loudspeaker shouting, "All survivors on board, drop your

weapons and come forward to the deck! Anyone who resists and jumps
overboard will be shot! I repeat, all survivors on board ......"

"......" He Yu set the phone down by his side and tilted his head as dappled
sunlight fell on him through the bullet holes.

It hurts.

But worse than the pain is the coldness of the heart, the numbness.

He Yu feels like a man abandoned by the world, a corpse that has sunk to
the bottom of the sea and is gradually freezing.

It's over.

The police found them and pursued Duan Wen's boat ...... and soon it was
all over and no one could think about him anymore.

He's about to die ......

He Yu breathed slowly, letting the fishy-sweet air pass through his lungs
for a minute ...... two minutes ......

He's going to die ...... like this ...... alone, alone ......

Just then, all of a sudden!

His phone vibrated with ringing! The mellifluous song appeared like the
Titanic's last search and rescue ship, instantly piercing the darkness of the
world and bringing in a ray of light.

"Every night in my dreams I see you......"

His heart shuddered like an iceberg and He Yu's eyes fluttered open, his
cheek muscles tensed and he looked at the screen...

The caller on the phone was, unsurprisingly, Xie Qingcheng's number ......
He shivered slightly, covering his injuries, and didn't answer. When he
didn't answer, his phone kept vibrating.

Once ......

Again ......

"we'll stay forever this way, you are safe in my heart ......!"

He Yu looked at it and his vision gradually became very blurred, and after
a while he realised that he was actually crying, and before he knew it,
tears were streaming down his face.

His shoulders trembled violently at the sound of the sad song, and it was
as if a scene from the past flashed before his eyes -

He accompanies Xie Qingcheng in the reservoir.

Xie Qingcheng kisses him in a sea of fire.

Xie Qingcheng watches him quietly from behind the steam of the hot pot.

Xie Qingcheng says, "Happy birthday, He Yu.

......

Happy birthday, He Yu.

He Yu covered the wound, crying and laughing in a way that was hard to
see, but luckily he was the only one here and no one could see him.

I don't know how many times the ringing ended before his phone went
silent.

After a while, a message popped up.

He Yu finally hesitated, his face still streaked with tears, and slowly put his
hand out--
But before his finger could touch the screen, a drop of something bright
red and hot landed on the phone, on the name of the person who sent the
message.

It is blood.

He Yu gasped and leapt over the phone, trying to wipe the blood off, but
his hand grasped it and the entire body of the phone became even more
soaked in blood. The fluorescent light from the phone shone on him,
illuminating the large pools of blood on his black clothes that were not
easily visible.

He swiped the screen three times with trembling fingers before finally
unlocking it and he tapped on Xie Qingcheng's chat box.

It was Xie Qingcheng who once again sent him a message.

Xie Qingcheng said, "You can tell me any hardship you have, don't resist,
don't do this again. He Yu, I want you to come back."

"......"

He Yu looked at the words "I want you to come back" in a daze, suddenly
there was a moment when he wanted to bawl, he suddenly felt so
aggrieved, too aggrieved ...... in fact ...... In fact, he is only twenty years
old ...... other boys are still playing games in college dormitories and
taking classes, but he has to face such things ...... he can not be
capricious nor can he be wanton, he seems to have everything, but in fact
has no power whatsoever ......

At this moment he really wanted to cry out like a normal boy, but he
couldn't make any loud noises anymore, every breath he took was like a
broken bellows barely pulling.

He choked ...... he had hated Xie Qingcheng so much for lying to him
before, and Xie Qingcheng had really stood across from him so dryly!

Xie Qingcheng knew that he loved him, knew that he would reveal to him
the scales that would kill him if he touched them, and so he really did bear
to kill at those scales--!

But ......
He couldn't stop the hot tears and looked at the blood-stained words on
the screen.

But Xie Qingcheng hasn't completely given up on him either ......

Xie Qingcheng still calls him over and over again, still says he wants him
back ......

And now, at last, all that he had to do had been done, though-

He Yu looked down at the hot blood that continued to gush from his
abdominal ribs, those hot blood seemed to remind him not to give up his
chance to live ...... Don't just end it, don't just give in ......

That person ...... he must still care about you ......

He must still be waiting for you to tell the whole truth, he must ......

The phone rang again, again with Xie Qingcheng's number.

He Yu's eyes burst into tears again, and a strong desire to live erupted
from within him like molten rock, stirring in his already foggy mind.

Whimpering like a wounded pup, he held out his hand, his fingers
trembling violently, as he pressed the call button -

" He Yu!" Xie Qingcheng's voice broke free from the loudspeaker and ran
into He Yu's heart, "You really ...... you ......"

He Yu clutched the phone as if he was clutching Xie Qingcheng's hand,

and he called out softly in a hoarse, broken voice: "Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng's voice was even distorted by the anger and tension and
the indistinguishable emotions in it: "Where the hell are you? Get out of
here! You're so confused you ......!"

He Yu opened his mouth and was about to ask for help...

"Bang!"

The door to the warehouse suddenly opened.

Blinding light shines in from outside.

A search party consisting of the Marine Police, the Canton Criminal Police
and armed SWAT officers broke into the house, all with blackened guns
aimed at He Yu.

"Don't move!"

"Hands in the air! Drop your weapons!!!"

He Yu didn't care about this, he didn't have any anti-personnel weapons

on him anymore and he had no intention of resisting, he knew they
wouldn't just shoot him down, he waited for them to come and take him
back ......

Yes. He's going to try to make it back alive ......

He still has a lot to say to Xie Qingcheng.

He still had the buried truth in his heart and he wanted to live and then try
to tell everyone.

He -

He raised his eyes and saw the familiar figure of one of the interrogators.

He Yu was stunned.

The feverish blood in his body and the molten current in his heart seemed
to chill in an instant, and the anger that had been flowing infinitely,
wanting to live, seemed to go up in smoke in a flash.

He Yu's ears were buzzing and his eyes were blurring, as if he suddenly
understood why Xie Qingcheng had been willing to hand over the phone
to the police and why he had taken advantage of his deep love for him to
lie in such a ridiculous way that only he could believe.

It was silly ...... to think that Xie Qingcheng still cared about him, that he
had to do what he had to do because he had just seen his message!

He thought that Xie Qingcheng might really be doing this for him.

Until, that is, he saw the policeman who had taken part in the mission -
Chen. Yan.

Chen Yan !!!

Chen Yan is on the team responsible for his arrest ......

Xie Qingcheng ...... is there to protect him ......

Xie Qingcheng So it's for him!!! Is it?!!!

Heart like a cone.

He Yu eyes were bloodshot - he stared at the man ...... the man ...... was
so bright.

He has a gleaming badge, a companion who fights alongside him, he can

stand up in the sunlight seeking justice, and still be cared for in such a
way that he is safe ......

All of which He Yu does not have.

He was so envious.

He ...... is so jealous!!!

Chen Man's scope was pointed at He Yu, and he saw in it that He Yu's
gaze pierced straight at him, like a wolf, like a tiger, like a panther, unlike
a human being, and that the corners of his bloodied mouth split into a
smile that was extremely cold, extremely mad, extremely morbid and
pathological.

"Hahaha ...... hahahahaha ......" He Yu threw himself back and laughed,

not loudly, he had little strength left, but that didn't stop him from
unleashing the epileptic "Hahahahahahahaha ......!!!"

"He Yu? He Yu, what's wrong with you? What's going on at your end?
You-!" Xie Qingcheng's voice came over the phone.

He Yu closed his eyes and clenched his back teeth so hard that he almost
crushed them.
Then, he suddenly wrenched away the crazy laugh and voluntarily cut off
his last phone call with Xie Qingcheng.

Scammers ......

LIAR!!!

He doesn't want to hear anymore ......

He doesn't want to hear anything more!!!

He Yu slowly lifted his head, his eyes like ghosts and wolves, looking at
them all with a haunted look.

This mission has already sacrificed police officers, Chen Man grief to the
extreme, that anger is no longer because of private, but because of
public: " He Yu, look what was done ...... you beast ......! "

He Yu gathered the last of his mad smile and braced himself, slowly rising
to his feet.

The truth, and how important it is.

How important is it if he doesn't care about himself?

He spreads his hands, full of arrogance, reserve, madness and pain.

"Yes, I'm the one who did all this, and what's wrong with me taking the
side of my loved ones? -- you kill me."

"It better be you, Officer Chan. You shoot yourself."

Chen Man's hand is on the trigger and he hates him ......

He really wanted to kill He Yu with a single shot ...... He wanted to kill him,
he wanted to see him bleed and he wanted him to die right away!

But how could he shoot at such a man who was obviously wounded, dying,
and without any weapon in his hand? How could he -

Buzz ......
I don't know if the hatred in Chen Man's heart was too much, but there
seemed to be a subtle hum of blood flowing in his ears and his eyes
seemed to go black all of a sudden, as if something had cast a deep
shadow.

"BANG!!!"

Suddenly, there was a deafening pop!

Chen Man's eyes widened and his head snapped up! No! The shadows and
the buzzing were not his hallucinations! Chen Man looked at what was
happening in front of him in disbelief ...... He felt blackness before his eyes
and instantly his blood ran cold ......

The shocking change was only a moment away.

What's going on ......

How did this happen?!!!

How--

"Boom-!"

The sinking darkness pressed down like a landslide, and the fire burst
violently into the air! The bright red of blood tangled with the darkness of
death, and heaven and earth were suddenly plunged into endless
chaos ......

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What the author has to say.

Let's look back in history, here's the update of the sick book ......

Mid-Autumn Festival He Yu Shot

National Day Xie Qingcheng opened/bolted

New Year's Eve when the two of us died

Valentine's Day complete heartbreak

Lantern Festival ............

Ahem, Lantern Festival is tomorrow, so I won't spoil it ......

......... Thanks to those who haven't beaten me up yet ...... However, the
outrageous thing is that I didn't count the time for such an update, and it
actually all just happened to coincide with a holiday... ... He Yu Xie
Qingcheng What kind of physique do you both have ...... Do you both want
to self-reflect ......

Chapter 188 - The Truth Left

Behind
"The number of people killed has reached 43, with four others missing, in
a recent firefight on the high seas between police and lawless elements
while pursuing and solving a major criminal case in Quang. ......"

This was played on the radio.

It is already the third day after the naval battle.

Xie Qingcheng had that amusement park-related dream for three days in
a row.

In the dream, he is trapped in the raggedy Muppet bear, as he was before,

standing blankly, holding the unattended coloured ball in his hands,
watching the people coming down the Ferris wheel.

He is survived by his parents, Mr. Qin, Xie Xue ......

The Ferris wheel spun and spun and spun, and finally it slowly stopped,
the laughter and light around it dimmed, and out of the stillness of the
wheel came the familiar figure.

He Yu came to him with something like a sad look, stopped and looked at
Xie Qingcheng without saying a word.

Then he said, "Brother, why did you lie to me."

"......"
Xie Qingcheng tried to speak to him, but no sound came out of his throat.

The boy just looked at him, "I really like you. Such a poor lie, only I would
fall for it because I care too much about you ...... but you are lying to me."

"...... You lied to me."

"......"

" Xie Qingcheng, now I have to go."

"......"

"I'm going far away and never coming back."

"......"

"I've been in this world for twenty years, I've worked hard for twenty
years, and in the end, I still haven't gotten even one person's heart, I'm
really a failure."

" Xie Qingcheng ...... I'm leaving, before I go, can you ...... "

He suddenly stopped. No more was said, and his eyes were flooded with
some blood, a sad and hateful look.

The teenager didn't ask more of the man, nor did he go up to hug the
raggedy bear puppet again. He just looked at him in silence, the neon
lights of the playground flashing behind him in a strange land of light.

--can you give me a hug?

It was a phrase he had said many times before, and this time, he did not
say it again.

He was silent, he had loved and fought for someone with all his life and
strength, but still no response was forthcoming.

The flames on the little fire dragon's tail finally burned to the point where
the lights died and he could no longer scrape some strength out of his
body to beg for one last embrace from his kind.
He took one last deep look at him, turned back and, alone, set off on the
road that Xie Qingcheng's parents and Qin Ciyan had left, his figure fading
away ...... until it disappeared ......

Xie Qingcheng wanted to call his name, wanted to ask him to stop, but he
couldn't make any sound ...... or shout any words ......

He Yu ......

He Yu !!!

"Hor--!"

Xie Qingcheng wakes up with a start!

He sat up from the bed, his chest rising and falling sharply.

What meets the eye is a pallor.

At this moment, he is not in his own home, Xie Qingcheng has not been
home for the past few days, he is over at the public security office, where
there is a place for temporary cooperation officers to rest.

The radio on the table was still blaring, reporting on the naval battle of
three days earlier in great detail -

It was the first encounter between the police and Duan Wen's men, and
no one could have imagined the sophistication of the weapons Duan Wen
possessed. As the police landed on the He Yu and were about to
apprehend the suspect, the Mandela completed its deployment and
suddenly returned to the ship, while the modified small aircraft on the
giant ship took to the air and launched a suicide attack on the anti-
smuggling ship and the military/police on board the He Yu.

In an instant, what had been a very clear-cut battle was completely

reversed, with rain of blood, smoke and bodies ......

The whole sea lost its calm and the waters were stained bright red with
blood.

Chen Man did not die, seriously injured.

During the search and rescue, the Marine Police reinforcements found him
collapsed in the rubble of the warehouse, which was then supposedly
under direct attack from some kind of weapon and had collapsed
completely, leaving the inside charred and black, littered with bloodied
bodies, some already disembodied and others still burning when help
arrived, almost to the point of exhaustion, making even the bodies
unrecognisable.

Such a tragic case attracted national attention and rose directly to a

mega-level criminal felony, with the He Group being thoroughly
investigated and all those involved being questioned in accordance with
the law. All the businesses, properties and real estate under the He
name ...... were sealed off overnight by the heavy police, and the old He
mansion was dug up to search for incriminating evidence.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't know how many secrets the police already know,
and he has no time to worry about them. He has been cooperating with
the investigation these days, watching one dead body after another being
identified, and his heart has become very numb.

Xie Qingcheng trembled and reached out his hand, trying desperately to
calm himself down.

"Knock knock." There was a sudden knock on the door.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... Please come in."

The person who entered was Weiji.

The light in the room was very dim and Xie Qingcheng was not wearing
his glasses, so it was impossible to see how they looked at the moment.

But he could sense an extraordinary aura, extremely depressing and odd,

as if all those who came were worried that he would go mad and lose his
mind.

Xie Qingcheng had a vague feeling of what was coming, his heart was
pounding and he was sweating.

"What happened to ......." He asked.

Weiji walked in and sat down on the edge of his bed, a file folder in his
hand.
"I have two messages, one message that you won't want to hear and
another message that one person doesn't want to tell you. But I think it's
important that you be informed." Weiji said, "This case has become too
big to house any bit of emotion that belongs to an individual. Everything
has to be done for the greater good, and in front of that greater good
there is no longer a willingness or unwillingness, a desire to hear or not to
hear. Can you understand what I mean."

He seemed to be trying to prepare Xie Qingcheng as much as possible,

trying to reason with him first.

Xie Qingcheng: "You tell me the one I don't want to hear first."

Weiji was silent for several seconds and said, "A new batch of naval death
lists were confirmed today."

"......"

"He's in there."

"......"

Who is he? Who is in the list?

Wei Er did not say, as if he was certain that Xie Qingcheng must know.

"He's dead."

"......"

Wei Er stares intently at Xie Qingcheng's face.

"......"

" He Yu is dead."

"......"

Still silent. So quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Time passed ...... Xie Qingcheng The sickly face had no expression at all,
as if he had never had a heart, and a thousand heavy stones could not
draw a ripple from him.
He did not lose his temper.

No shock.

There was not even ...... the slightest reaction to ...... it, it was terribly
calm.

No one can peek into his heart.

"......" Wei Er was slightly stunned, so he tried, and continued, "The ship
was a complete wreck, and the forensics had a severed limb that was DNA
matched to be his. One of the survivors rescued today also corroborated
this, saying that he saw He Yu being hit directly by an explosive/explosive
at the time. It is certain that he is dead."

Xie Qingcheng's eyelashes flickered and hung there.

Wei Er: "...... Xie Qingcheng, are you okay?"

In fact ...... Is this result unexpected?

Not surprisingly, those who were alive were pretty much resuscitated on
the first day, with only the occasional one or two survivors on the second
two days and a trail of deaths on the other.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes seem to be flashing with the neon colours of an

amusement park.

He wasn't ...... surprised at all.

No surprise at all ......

It was as if the look of sadness similar to that of the teenager in the dream
was in front of him, and the teenager said to him.

"I've been on this earth for twenty years, I've worked hard for twenty
years, and at the end of the day, I still haven't gotten even one person's
heart, I'm a real failure."

" Xie Qingcheng ...... I'm leaving, before I go, can you ...... "
Is it a dream?

Or are there really souls in this world?

He resents him for lying to him, for leaving without a proper goodbye, so
he comes to him in his dreams? Tonight? Before Wei Er came looking for
him?

The heart is in mourning.

Wei Er: " Xie Qingcheng?"

"...... is fine. I'm fine."

After another long moment, Xie Qingcheng, almost stiffly, woodenly: "The
second thing, what is it. You tell me."

Wei Er's expression became more inscrutable as he hesitated for a

moment before handing the file to Xie Qingcheng: "This was found by the
police team during a search of the He family's old house, enclosed in a
book, the contents of which are incomplete, so you should read it
yourself."

Xie Qingcheng opened that file folder, which contained some information,
and a copy of -

Posthumous letter.

He Yu's suicide note.

But strangely enough, that suicide note was not addressed to any
individual and it surprisingly began with the words: Comrade Officers ......

Xie Qingcheng's hands trembled slightly as he tried desperately to steady

himself.

His face pale, his fingers sunk deep, his nails pinched into bloody flesh, he
took the suicide note and read it slowly, page by page.

The suicide note is long, but hardly gives any personal account of the
aftermath; it is more like a note to help the police investigate the case
and explain what happened.
He Yu wrote on the letter, "I didn't actually want this suicide note to
actually come in handy, because I'm only twenty, I have someone I like,
and I don't want to die yet. But there are things I have to do to get rid of
them, and some people have waited too long for a truth, and I finally have
this chance to get close, so I just have to take the risk."

He Yu's handwriting is very clean, not as rigid as Xie Qingcheng's, but with
its own style and bones.

"It is well known that my father, He Jiwei, fell ill and died not long ago. He
suffered from depression, took Bacopa monniera, had fibrosis in his lungs,
endured extreme pain and then passed away. Almost everyone believed
that he suffered from this mental illness because the pressure of the
business was so great that he could not support himself, even Lv Zhishu,
with whom he shared his bed for twenty years."

"But the truth of the matter is that this is not really the case."

"My father lived for another seven days after he was resuscitated, and
during those seven days we had a chance to be alone. In a rare moment
of great lucidity, he resolved to tell me about a past incident he had
investigated, which he had known for months, and which he had been
tormented by, to the point of shame, to face it all."

"And this past event that tortured him to death has to do with my
mother."

"My mother, Lv Zhishu, studied in my father's lab over twenty years ago,
when both were very young but had decided that the other was the love
of their lives, and soon had me, before they were even officially married.
Then, while staring at the lab, my mother had an accident ......"

Xie Qingcheng scrolls down to the next page, where He Yu briefly explains
how he suffered from mental Ebola, how his mother went from being a
gentle and kind woman to a woman who was affected by the side effects
of the drug in order to protect herself.

--

"My father thought at the time that she had suffered too much
excitement, that the gradual distortion of her appearance had left her
feeling remorseful and frightened, that she had been treated too
differently from before, and that the anxiety and depression of the post-
natal period had led to such a great transformation ...... so he understood
all her odd perversities. He even advised me once to try and accept her
properly."

"But he was not without suspicion in his heart, and that suspicion piled up
year after year as he sensed something different about her in the smallest
details of his life. Finally, he became determined to investigate her
secrets."

"That investigated truth ...... broke him in a flash, for he knew at last that
this woman who had been by his side for twenty years, this Lv Zhishu, was
not the one with whom he had first fallen in love! She wasn't the woman
who had endured her illness to protect their child and give birth to me.
She was not."

"This 'Lv Zhishu' is a fake. Her real name, is 'Wei Rong'."

"!!!" Xie Qingcheng's pupils closed suddenly, and the hand holding the
letter paper was trembling slightly.

The horrifying truth is still unfolding silently on paper: the

"More than twenty years ago, Wei Rong was very fond of my father and,
proud of her wealthy background, she was sure that a young and talented
entrepreneur like my father, without much background, would choose to
be with her for life. She confidently confessed her love for him, but did not
expect to be rejected by my father."

"Father told Wei Rong that he was already dating Vivian (my mother, the
English name for the real Lv Zhishu) from the same institute and that
Vivian already had his child. He was too young to get a license, but he had
discussed with her that they would keep the baby and when the father
was of legal age, they would go ahead and get married."

"Little did my father know that Wei Rong would be so jealous of my

mother - she despised her, she thought she was just an ordinary student
who had charmed many people with her good looks. She already hated
her kindness and naivety, and when she learned that my father was
married to her, Wei Rong's heart was consumed with jealousy."

"We have no way of knowing today whether Wei Rong tried to redeem her
soul at the time; she agreed to a family marriage shortly afterwards,
married the husband her parents had arranged for her, and even invited
my parents to her wedding, who were not at all wary of her at the time.
The marriage may have been an attempt on her part to find her own life,
or perhaps it was just a disguise, who knows."

The handwriting on the paper is slightly distorted by this point, with the
pencil strokes of a few words cutting through the paper, and it is self-
evident how He Yu was feeling when he wrote this paragraph.

"Shortly afterwards, my mother was inadvertently infected while visiting

her laboratory, an event that in hindsight was engineered by none other
than Wei Rong."

"My mother suffered terribly because of this virus, but she refused to give
up on me, she had a feminine instinct at that time and had realised that
Wei Rong was trying to harm her, unfortunately she didn't have any proof,
she told people about it and people thought she was too anxious, even my
father was just calming her down at that time and didn't believe that
anyone would really dare to break the law in broad daylight."

"The mother was so agitated that she fled Huzhou, trying to get to a place
where no one could easily find her and give birth to her child. She was
really having some psychological problems at the time, and she just took
a chance and ran off alone to Yan Zhou, only to end up in a place she
didn't know, didn't even have enough money with her, and was
desperately trying to avoid people who were trying to find her and hurt
the baby in her womb, making herself tired, hungry, dirty and with a fever
...... When she was at her wits' end, she met two policemen who were on
official duty in Yan."

Xie Qingcheng glanced over and saw two familiar names -

" Xie Ping, Zhou Muying ."

He Yu writes these words in a single stroke, with a more correct

handwriting than any of the previous ones.

"I mention the names of these two officers here in the hope that, after my
death, you will be able to investigate carefully and thoroughly, with the
evidence at hand, the old events of those years, when they left this life for
twenty years without ushering in a justice. I hope that those who are alive
will be able to clear their names. Yes, I hereby identify Xie Ping, Zhou
Muying and my own mother Vivian as the man who set them up to die, Lv
Zhishu, the Vice President of the He Group. That's Wei Rong!"
--------------------

The author has something to say.

New Year's Eve He Yu went straight to his box .........

But I'm sure you won't believe he died like that .........
hahahahahaha .........

Chapter 189 - The Falling Runes

According to He Yu's letter, the real Lv Zhishu Vivian ran away many
times and was recovered. On her last escape, she met Zhou Muying.

The exact details of what happened are not known, but it is easy to guess
that Zhou Muying, as a mother and a police officer, would have easily
noticed young mothers who were clearly in trouble.

It's a good bet that Vivian was pregnant and walking in a state of distress
when Zhou Muying noticed her and asked her about her condition.

It is likely that Vivian was not feeling well and had almost run out of
money with her. At this moment of vulnerability, Vivian told Zhou Muying
what had happened to her.

"She said these things without much hope that Officer Zhou would help
her, and perhaps she just wanted a little emotional relief." He Yu's letter
reads, "After all, she had no evidence to support her suspicions about Wei
Rong. No one around her believed her suspicions, and that is why she fled
Huzhou."

"But from the series of events that followed, we can see that Zhou Muying
chose to believe in my mother."

No one knows how the two young women communicated, how trust was
built.

But Zhou Muying is a very gentle police officer, and it makes sense that a
foreign courtesan like Li Miaoqing would be touched by her sincerity and
kindness, and that Vivian would drop her guard.
Now that both mothers are no longer alive, no one can restore the full
picture of the conversation, but there is a glimpse of it in one of Vivian's
relics for those who are still alive.

The relic was found by He Jiwei during his investigation -

A postcard that Vivian later sent to Zhou Muying.

It was sent to Zhou Muying just before she went into labour, but she did
not know at the time that Zhou Muying had just died and that the
postcard had been placed in a file box in the police station's mail room
due to the death of the recipient.

In fact, this kind of postcard, which was purely a personal favour, should
have been disposed of, but Zhou Muying was so nice to people that the
aunt in the office couldn't help but feel bad when she saw the letter that
would never reach the recipient again, so she saved it in Zhou Muying's
file bag and later sealed it in the permanent file room along with many
other expired items. He Jiwei then had the opportunity to read his wife's
letter to Officer Zhou twenty years later.

The postcard was a simple invitation to the Xie Qingcheng parents to

bring their children to her home when they were born.

She wrote on the postcard, "Thank you for helping me and I am looking
forward to seeing Sister Zhou, my brother-in-law, Qingcheng and Xiao
Xue.

In her letter she refers to Zhou Muying as Sister Zhou.

She even wrote the name Xie Qingcheng, which He Yu's own mother used
to write in one stroke when she was still alive, a very subtle feeling
indeed.

He Yu continued: "After seeing this postcard from 20 years ago, my father

recalled a story about Xie Ping Zhou Muying and the two of them. Yes, he
had seen them too, and he was sure that the two officers had met Wei
Rong once in a club in Yan Zhou after meeting Vivian."

"That meeting was not easy to facilitate, Wei Rong at the time was always
proud of being the daughter of a big official and did not see Xie Ping Zhou
Muying as being in the same class as her, it was only when they told her
that the girl she was helping He's lab to find was with them that she
agreed to find a place to to meet the two officers."

"On the day of the meeting, Zhou Muying asked Wei Rong some very
difficult questions and recorded them. Those questions exposed Wei Rong
and made it difficult for her to explain, so she became angry and argued
with Zhou Muying. She was probably trying to take my mother straight
away and in the process got into a tug of war and dropped an earring ......"

It was clear that Zhou Muying had established that Wei Rong was no good
and that the frame-up was not a case of Vivian's paranoia, but a genuine
act.

So after this meeting, Zhou Muying personally accompanied Vivian back

to Huzhou to tell He Jiwei what had happened. This is why He Jiwei knows
the truth ......

"But my father has never told me about this past before."

He Yu wrote: "He even once told me that my mother had always believed
that she had failed to protect me from the biochemical infection. In his
previous accounts, he never mentioned Wei Rong as a person. Perhaps he
had suspicions, but he didn't dare to face them, preferring to deceive
himself at that point."

It is no wonder that He Jiwei's heart was in the right place, for He Jiwei had
once suspected Wei Rong and almost discovered the truth. At the time, he
was shocked and angry to learn that Wei Rong had probably framed his
wife. Zhou Muying and Xie Ping said they would look into the matter and
once they had evidence, they would tell He Jiwei and bring justice to
them. He Jiwei thanked them and promised that he would take good care
of his wife day and night.

"Shortly after this incident, Xie Ping Zhou Muying was suddenly reported
for false accusations and both were demoted, and then there was that
accident where the lorry spontaneously started to burst into flames. Two
people died." He Yu writes, "My father's first thought was that the
murderer might be Wei Rong and, fearing that my mother would be
overwhelmed with grief, he did not tell his wife, who was almost due,
about the incident but, after much deliberation, decided to go to the
bureau to report it."
"However, the night before he was due to report the incident, something
happened that completely dissuaded him from doing so, even if he
thought he was wrong and that it was just a coincidence. That incident
was - Wei Rong actually died in an accident. It was also a car accident."

"The person was dead, so my father had little reason to be wary or

suspicious of a dead person anymore. Later, Vivian went into labour in
Shanghai and gave birth to me." He Yu writes, "All this happened in such a
concentrated manner that my father had little time to catch his breath or
think about it, and later he was so absorbed in the joy of being a new
father that he left all these doubts behind."

The latter is the story He Yu told Xie Qingcheng when he was with her, of
his mother's gradual loss of appearance and subsequent change of
temperament after her marriage.

The epistle reads, "Over the years, my father's attitude towards her had
changed from one of overwhelming pity to one of nothing but sympathy,
not really because her looks had gone out of shape, but because he
gradually felt that his wife had changed completely."

"They used to have a lot in common, but gradually they couldn't get
along. He used to love her for her purity, but now he only sees grease in
her. But day by day, he found it impossible to return to the past. It was as
if she had, through and through, become a woman to whom he was a
stranger."

"I think the seeds of doubt were planted in his mind a long time ago. It's
just that he never dared to knock on that truth. Because he
subconsciously knew that the truth must be more than he could afford for
himself."

"It's not easy to get someone to admit that they've done something
wrong, and it's even harder to get someone to admit that what they're
doing is wrong. He had thus been avoiding and hiding from that unseen
spectre until recently, when a case after case of ...... Huang Zhilong's
wife's murder, illegally developed hearing water, cross-border drug
research, inventions that far exceeded current scientific technology ......
these things These things pushed him to a dead end and kept fitting in
with the suspicion he had deep inside. He could no longer pretend that
nothing was wrong, and he finally made up his mind to find out the truth.
As Wei Rong's direct superior, Vivian's husband and even the man who
had contact with the two officers before Zhou Muying Xie Ping's death, he
had more detailed clues than anyone else. Putting all the pieces of the
puzzle together, he finally saw the whole picture of what happened back
then - "

The letterhead turns another page.

"It turns out that Wei Rong was targeted by the people of the cross-border
illegal research organisation in Australia for her excellent grades and good
family background back when she was studying at school. Wei Rong saw
the many benefits the organisation could offer her, and her main
philosophy coincided with theirs, so she was quickly absorbed and
became part of the organisation."

"And the people at the top of this organisation are often those with whom
they have made great exchanges of interest, such as Huang Zhilong, with
whom the organisation helped to conceal evidence of his wife's murder
and abuse, which is both a demonstration of competence and a deep
bond of complicity. The same is true of Wei Rong. The dirty deeds she
accomplished with the organisation in deep bondage were murder, police
killings, plastic surgery ...... In a nutshell, it was the organisation using its
own high-tech methods to complete a flawless 'civet swap' on her behalf."

It is a plan that has been rehearsed over time and laid out with precision.

Wei Rong learns that Zhou Muying Xie Ping is investigating her deliberate
frame-up of Vivian and quickly reports the situation to the organisation for
help.

To get her off the hook, to help her fulfil her wish to marry the man she
really loves, and to get rid of the "poor girl Vivian" she hates so much, Wei
Rong and the men of the organisation carry out a series of crazy acts.

They first used their connections to deter the Xie's from demoting
themselves, and when they found out the couple still hadn't given up on
the case for Vivian, they simply used the spontaneous combustion van to
kill the Xie's who had first-hand evidence.

The group then orchestrated Wei Rong's faked death before He Jiwei
reported the crime and provided more evidence.
Although Wei Rong's status is noble, the old man in charge of the Wei
family is a very upright cadre who will not protect Wei Rong once he finds
out that such a murderous scum has been born in the family.

Moreover, Wei Rong's successor status was not a bad one, and they were
counting on Wei Rong's longevity as the head of the organisation's drug
testing and manufacturing base in the interior once he had changed his
status.

So the identity of " Wei Rong ", by comparison, no longer holds much
allure - as planned, Wei Rong "dies".

Her death was tragically staged, with the car exploding after the collision
and the explosion turning her body almost to dust, and at a time when
technology was not very advanced and forensics only had simple
equipment, how could they have beaten the Australian research
organisation? Naturally, the results of the forensic examination said that
Wei Rong was the one who died.

In fact, the real Wei Rong has gone into hiding at the organization's
private estate in Shanghai, where people in the organization are
performing an amazing face-altering operation on her, using all the drugs
invented by those scientists within their ranks, with equipment ......
capable of transforming her in ways that normal society would never be
able to achieve.

A few days later, Wei Rong recovered.

When she emerged wet from the restoration solution bin, she was greeted
by an extremely beautiful body, her dark hair hanging down like black silk
to cover her naked breasts, and the woman in the mirror widened her
delicate almond eyes with a look of shock and ecstasy -

She became identical to He Jiwei's wife Vivian.

It is a horrific operation comparable to a science fiction movie about face

transplants.

After the skin transformation, Wei Rong waits on the estate like a viper
ready to swim out of a cavern.

The opportunity has finally arrived.

A few days before Vivian's due date, it was the birthday of Wei Dongheng,
the third son of the main Wei family. Invitations were sent to He Jiwei, who
is making a name for himself in the field of medicine.

He Jiwei was already well known at the time and his laboratory was going
up rapidly, but he was not yet the Mr. He that he would become.
Invitations from the Wei family could not be asked for, and all
businessmen in Shanghai knew that they would be mad or stupid to
refuse their invitation.

So He Jiwei went to the banquet.

Vivian had been using rn-13 to keep the baby alive, and both she and He
Jiwei were just trying it out, not knowing that even this life-saving drug
was deliberately recommended by the organization. On the day of the
banquet, the researcher who belonged to the organisation switched the
RN-13 she was given with a drug to induce labour, and Vivian's waters
broke.

The turtledove thing just happened.

In that private hospital delivery room, Vivian gave birth to a baby boy and
tearfully asked the doctor to take a call from her husband, while He Jiwei
was on his way to the hospital in a frenzy.

"I want him to be called He Yu ...... This is the best child God has ever
given us ...... Do you remember? We have long thought of calling him He
Yu ......"

"Fine, fine! You stop talking, I'll be there in a minute! I'll be right over!"

Little did He Jiwei know that that would be the last conversation he would
have with his real Vivian.

Vivian's eyes were closed in exhaustion as a hand rested on the guardrail

of her bed, pushing her towards the special lift, but Vivian did not see that
the lift button the man pressed was not the normal floor for maternity
supervision.

Instead -

Negative first floor.

Tai, Ping, Inter!

Throughout the process, the researcher used the long-prepared initial

generation of deafening water to stun the medical staff, complete the
murder and confuse the public.

Meanwhile, Wei Rong, who had long been prepared and adjusted to a
state similar to Vivian's after giving birth, lay down on a mobile hospital
bed.

The lift doors open once more and the trolley enters.

The lift rises, bringing with it a slight sense of weightlessness, Wei Rong,
with those tubes in and her breathing mask on, is unusually pale, but she
knows that it is not because of the pain of labour, but because of her
extreme excitement and extreme weakness.

Her eyes were open and she looked into the pale cold light of the lift.

The man sent by the organisation whispered at her bedside: "Ms. Wei,
when you leave this lift, the past will be erased and you will remember
that you are Lv Zhishu, you are He Jiwei's wife, He Yu's mother, you are
Vivian."

She nodded, clutching her cold hand tightly.

There was a ding and the lift doors opened once more.

She was wheeled out, all this because of an organised concealment, and
no one noticed the abnormality as she was wheeled into the care ward,
where the nurse took over the trolley handrail and, as she does with every
woman in labour, professionally confirmed, "Maternal name? What's your
name?"

Her lips opened and closed under her breathing mask, her heartbeat
beating like an invisible war drum. Thus began a twenty-year-long
deception.

"Lv Zhishu." She said, "My name is Lv Zhishu."

.
"He Jiwei has left evidence of all these things." When Wei Er saw Xie
Qingcheng reading this, he said, "We interrogated Lv Zhishu and she
confessed something that matched what was told in this epistle."

"........." Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, obviously reading just a few pages
of text, but it was as if he had drained all his strength out of his body.

Weiji: "The full body work done by the fake Lv Zhishu gave her Vivian's
looks for a while, but their techniques were not fully developed and over
time her looks began to deteriorate rapidly, which made her anxious. She
wanted Vivian's beauty like crazy and hated everything Vivian left behind.
He Jiwei said she once had a fit and burned a lot of her old things. He
thought she was mentally stimulated at the time, but in fact she really
wanted to destroy the traces."

Xie Qingcheng remembered that He Yu had once talked to him about it,
and He Yu said at the time - "My mother burned almost all the clothes she
had before she gave birth to me, the photos ...... "

He Yu also mentioned to him that his mother was fond of wearing the
vintage Hong Kong-style red dresses that were popular at the time when
she was young and really liked red, but she never wore them again after
giving birth to herself.

The old man in the cottage where the Wei family's marriage took place
also mentioned Wei Rong's distaste for the colour red.

In fact, it wasn't the colour red that the woman loathed at all, it was Vivian
the man ...... Everything was right.

"It's not hard to understand her state of mind." Weiji said, "On one hand
she desperately wanted to have everything Vivian had and be He Yu's real
mother, and on the other hand she despised He Yu as a real mother from
an unusual background. It was not enough for her to kill the real Vivian,
she had to erase all traces of her life. ...... The only thing she could not
erase was He Yu, whom she needed to own completely as his mother, but
at the same time did not want to see the shadow of Vivian in the child,
who had been growing up in such a perverse family environment for
twenty years. He Yu grew up in such a dysfunctional family environment."

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were closed, something he knew better than anyone
else.
When He Jiwei finally confessed everything to He Yu, he should have
expressed his extreme guilt and remorse, but it was too late. He had been
deceived by the fake Lv Zhishu for so long, and had a real flesh and
blood ...... with her, He Li, He Yu's brother. He had spoiled He Li for so
many years to accommodate his 'wife's' feelings, but hardly ever went
near the child that really belonged to Vivian. Even ...... the woman he
solemnised by marrying He Yu when he was two years old was not the girl
he loved, but Vivian's killer Wei Rong."

"He Jiwei loved Vivian more than He Yu, more than anything in the world.
That's why he became so sick and decrepit so quickly in a matter of
months after he learned the truth."

"The pain completely crushed him, he felt a million times sicker, scared,
grief stricken, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't even know if
he should go back to revealing the truth ...... He was almost driven mad
and in a fit of extreme self-loathing to escape it all, he chose to commit
suicide by drinking Bacopa monniera."

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said, "It was hard for him to determine
the truth ...... because Lv Zhishu kept lying to him. She was even acting in
her sleep, saying things like 'Mum didn't protect you', something He Jiwei
once told me. But he said it with some hesitation, so maybe he did
suspect in his mind that there was something wrong with it all."

"Yeah." Weiji sighed, "It's a shame He Jiwei isn't too brave a man, isn't it."

"......"

"He did not have the courage to face his faults of the last twenty years
until the last moment. In fact, he was so close to taking these secrets to
his grave, but perhaps man is in the eye of the beholder and such sins
cannot be swept under the carpet after all. He Jiwei was temporarily
resuscitated after drinking the Bacopa monniera ...... None of us know
what he was thinking, but he finally kept He Yu with him during those
days when he was waiting to die and told him everything."

Wei Er said and paused for a moment, "And He Yu ...... he is much braver
than his father."

Xie Qingcheng's heart felt like it had been stabbed hard.

He thought about the last night he and He Yu spent in Strange Rain
Lane ...... that time, He Yu acted so perverse, that time, He Yu hugged
him, hugged him so tightly, but said to him, maybe, this is the last time.

He thought that He Yu had made a decision to take on the responsibility of

the He family from now on.

Little did he know that ......

At that time, He Yu had already learned the truth from He Jiwei. At that
time, He Yu was going crazy with pain and was dying from the truth.

But He Yu ......, a boy who suffers from mental isolation himself, has to
carry the burden alone and can't say anything.

He Yu's 'last time' was not because he chose his family, but because he
knew everything, he knew he had to go through fire and water to get the
truth to come out.

He wanted to love him for the rest of his life, but he had no other
choice ......

Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, and the sad, calm face of He Yu that
night lingered in front of him. In his heart he already knew what had
happened afterwards.

He had guessed it all ......

But he still took the stack of letters and slowly, reading the last words He
Yu left on this earth, word by word ...... cone into his heart, word by word.

Not surprisingly, he did.

He Yu did all this to avenge his mother, Zhou Muying and Xie Ping, to get
to the bottom of all the illegal business that Lv Zhishu had been running
all these years and to leave her with irrefutable evidence.

The cargo he handed over to Mandela's ship was secretly equipped with a
specially programmed location and recording tracker, so that the other
side would not take the inspection too seriously as the marine police could
arrive at any time, and the tracker would be taken back to Duan Wen's lair
to gather more information about the crime.
"Duan Wen's lair is very difficult to find, the island is shielded from
information and we have been trying to find it, but never with any
success. For so long nothing has been broken through." Weiji said, "But
now ...... its latitude and longitude data has come back through the
channel He Yu left for us."

" He Yu has done something that no one has done before."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng remained silent, not saying anything, not saying that He Yu
had done a good job, and not asking why He Yu had not been willing to
tell any of them in advance.

He understood all those purposes written in the suicide note.

And what was not written in the suicide note, he could understand.

Xie Qingcheng knew that Duan Wen's organization was looking for the
First Emperor, and He Yu didn't want him to take that risk, he just wanted
to dig the organization out of the deep sea mire as quickly as possible and
destroy it so that no one would ever wonder what the First Emperor was
again. ...... He was trying to protect him.

The little kid who was only twenty years old and knew all the truth was so
obsessed with trying to protect him ......

Xie Qingcheng tried to scroll down to the last page of the suicide note, but
failed to do so several times.

He thought it was the pages sticking together, but Weiji came over with a
sigh and helped him turn to the last page. He looked numbly at his hand
and realised it was his own hand that was shaking so much.

The last page is very little and short, and the account of what happened is
simple.

That familiar handwriting reads.

"If this delivery goes well and I get back safely, this suicide note will not
be of any use, and when you arrest Wei Rong and when you interrogate
me, I will try to tell you all the truth myself. But I know that I may never be
exonerated again, and I may be buried in the sea. If that is the
case ........."

Xie Qingcheng looked on, he could no longer feel any heat in his body, he
could not feel the hot blood of the living still flowing through his veins.

He read the last paragraph.

"If that is the case, I hope you will not give this epistle to Xie Qingcheng. If
I do die, and I do not need to be righted or overturned, I ask you to close
the case against me on the charge that I have chosen to turn to Duan
Wen. For if my death is a fait accompli, I do not want the best man in the
world to feel sad for me. I would rather have him disappointed in me and
spit on me for my lack of virtue than to see him grieve and blame
himself."

"That's my only request."

" He Yu 19 August 2022, late at night Leave a note "

The room was terribly quiet and no one said a word.

It was Weiji who finally broke this silence.

I would have loved to have done his last wish for him, but no one could
have done it," he said. This case went straight to the top and soon a lot of
information will be open to the whole country and no one can hide this
section of the truth. And I think ...... you should know that. If the only
person in the world who was good to him was also disappointed in him
after his death and saw him as a criminal, then it would be as if he had
never really existed in his life, and none would remember and care about
him."

"........."

Xie Qingcheng slowly puts down the suicide note.

He did not listen to what Weiji said any longer. None of this seemed to
matter ...... anymore.

He just realised, with uncanny clarity, that He Yu didn't actually have to

die.
He Yu would not have actually died if the police had not caught up with
him at an inopportune time ...... and the police had not been so easy to
catch up with ...... was to step out on his own initiative and stand opposite
He Yu.

The one who stabbed the knife into He Yu's chest with his own hands, the
one who didn't stop Director Lu in time, the one who didn't try his best to
give He Yu a chance - was himself.

In this moment, he suddenly remembered his last phone call with He Yu.

At that time he said to He Yu.

Where the hell are you? You're so confused you ......!

He Yu ......

Where the hell are you?

You are so confused ......

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes tightly -

He Yu said that he was the best person in the world for him.

And it was surprising that these were the last words that the one who had
been the best to him, in this world, had ever said to him.

Xie Qingcheng reaches out, slightly trembling, and strokes the words as if
He Yu's hand had only just left the page.

Unfortunately, the paper is cold.

Xie Qingcheng knew then -

The gentle talisman paper that struggled to keep the worn out bear
puppet alive on earth finally ...... lost its last strength in this fishy sweet
and miserable sea breeze ......
It was tired,...... so many times, so many days and months, it gave so
much of itself, to stop Xie Qingcheng's blood, to dress Xie Qingcheng's
wounds. The result was that it was soaked wet and scarlet itself.

Now it no longer has the strength to hold on.

The fire trembled, the oil ran out, and he loved him to the last.

When Life Ends ...... The talisman paper that was clinging to Muppet
Bear's heart finally joined him, and suddenly ......

Floating down.

--------------------

What the author has to say.

The suicide note that He Yu put in the book in chapter 184 is a suicide
note, but He Yu didn't write it all at once, there were already some
contents in it, He Yu was adding some new things and evidence. It is only
in chapter 184 that he wrote the last page. 184 also describes that there
was some paper in the book.

Chapter 190 - Blindness

In the days that followed, it was as if an earthquake had struck in
Shanghai, with thousands of sources, all of them red and white - human
mouths.

Arrest, Trial, Clarification, Retrial, Publication ......

The mouth of the public office opens and closes, the mouth of the suspect
twitches.

The mouths of ordinary people must find time to chew on the secret
ingredients when they are busy with the three meals of the day.

Like Jiang Liping, she has the organisation's leak-proof equipment on her
body, which is even more sophisticated than Jiang Liping's. Jiang Liping's
equipment is worn on his hand, while hers was attached to his wrist
during his plastic surgery. She was not able to reveal anything too secret,
except for what Duan Wen had already discarded.

The evidence He Yu had saved, the statements she had left behind, were
far more useful than she could have given.

Not to mention his final location breakthrough device, which gave the
police the exact location of Duan Wen's lair, "Mandela Island", and even
captured several valuable recordings of conversations between Duan
Wen's men.

What is expected of Lv Zhishu is for her to tell us what happened when

she framed Vivian, changed her identity for 20 years, and confessed to
several deliberate murders she committed.

Media outlets are scrambling to get an interview with Lv Zhishu, who is in

custody.

"A stolen love affair in which the man on the pillow turns out to be the
murderer of his wife."

" He Jiwei was cheated for twenty years and had a son with his wife's
murderer."

"Sci-fi grade facelift - the madness of a mysterious organisation."

The journalists have written hundreds of headlines, but have not been
able to meet Lv Zhishu once. The only person who has met with Lv Zhishu
over the years, apart from the public officials involved, is He Li.

He Li had gone from being the son of a prominent pharmaceutical

company to the son of a known suspect overnight.

On the day he met with Lv Zhishu, he was escorted by a police car, and
the police had kept his contact with the outside world to a minimum, but
when he got out of the car at the detention centre, he was caught by the
official media and the self-publishing media who were at the entrance,
flashing him like a gopher dug out of a cavern. Within half an hour, the
photo of him in a panic became the number one image on all platforms
and exploded all over the internet.

However, apart from this picture, no further details of the meeting

between He Li and Lv Zhishu are known to the press.
Rumour has it that He Li yelled at Lv Zhishu three times in detention, "I'm
innocent, what do you want me to do next!

It is also rumoured that He Li did not even call out to Lv Zhishu during the
meeting between mother and son ......

The day after their meeting, Zheng Jingfeng and his comrade Zhou Muying
Xie Ping, who had fought 20 years earlier, went to the prison to take
statements confirming that Zhou and Xie had indeed been killed by Lu.
She was also responsible for the subsequent death of Chen Lisheng, which
she had planned for the future.

When these confessions were released to the public, the word "Lv Zhishu"
was no longer used in the reports, but was replaced by the real name of
the woman who had taken over the house.

Wei Rong.

The old man of the Wei family's family was shocked to learn that this
woman was the Wei Rong of their family many years ago, but he felt
humiliated and cooperated with the investigation to prove that there was
no collusion between the Wei family and this woman. In their eyes, "Wei
Rong" was already dead, and the woman who had gone so far as to frame
her own nephew, Wei Dongheng, in order to achieve her goal, could not
be considered part of the Wei family.

As for Wei Rong's parents, they have long since passed away due to the
loss of their daughter, and everyone says that Wei Rong has no feelings
for his own parents.

It is even more ironic that her son, He Li, whom she had pampered for
years, never asked about his mother's situation after this meeting, the
same way she had been so desperate back then.

On the second day after the graves of Xie Ping and Zhou Muying were laid
in the Martyrs' Cemetery, the police granted permission for the victims'
surviving son, Xie Qingcheng, to meet with Wei Rong.

By this time, a full twenty years had passed since the two officers were
killed.

The meeting room is dark, the only light on being an incandescent lamp
over Wei Rong's head, beating down on her face. She is in a very poor
state, almost as if she were going mad, and the blows of the past ten days
have caused her to lose weight rapidly, her skin hanging loose on her
bones, making her look like an evil spirit in painted skin.

"She's no different from a madman now, and her words will be quite
excessive." Zheng Jingfeng couldn't resist reminding Xie Qingcheng before
letting him in.

Xie Qingcheng, who could already see her madness from outside the blast
glass door, said, "I know."

The door opened.

Wei Rong snapped out of her self-conscious daze and stared at the Xie
Qingcheng in front of her, surveying him in awe for at least a few dozen
seconds before she tilted her head back and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Professor Xie ......? Hahahahahaha ...... I'm really going to not recognize
you ...... I'm really happy to see you like this now ...... I'm really quite
happy... ...hahaha ...... hahahahaha ......"

"Chief Wei, you've really changed a lot too."

Wei Rong, not expecting him to open his mouth with such an attitude,
snapped his sardonic smile and bared his teeth slightly, "You ...... can
actually talk to me in such a feigned calm?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "I can."

Wei Rong: "......"

After a few seconds, she ground her teeth, her venomous gaze seemingly
able to peel off a layer of Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood: ''Ridiculous!
That slut/bastard's son ...... is a self-destructive pervert for the likes of you
...... ...... has counted everything... ...ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous!!!
What do you have that's worth anything? You're old and heartless and the
whole lot of you are like a rotten rag pocket ...... rags! Surely the son of a
cunt can only look like a son born of the same cunt!"

The officer next to him shouted sternly, " Wei Rong!"

"I pooh!" Wei Rong spat at the officer, and if she hadn't been strangled by
the interrogation chair and couldn't get too close, she would have spat on
him, "Who the hell are you? You don't deserve to talk to me like that!"

Zheng Jingfeng, who was standing by the door, shook his head, indicating
that he should not talk to this crazy woman.

Xie Qingcheng had no hint of anger, in fact since he had entered he had
looked very cold, not so much because he was releasing pressure on
anyone, but because he seemed to have lost any of the heat in his own
heart.

His lashes dropped and those eyes gazed at her without blinking.

"You're all ...... like this ...... you can still stare at me like this ...... Xie
Qingcheng ... ...you're really crazy ...... you're really crazy!"

Xie Qingcheng slowly sits down in front of the interrogation chair, his face
pale and cold, expressionless as a man in a coffin.

He ignored her curses, but moved his withered lips and said to her, " Wei
Rong, you have done one good thing in your life."

"......"

"You didn't control He Yu, you let him grow up to be two completely
different people from your son."

Lv Zhishu stared at him, she knew the gaunt described but still cold man
in front of her was stabbing her in the face, her cheek twitched slightly
and after a few seconds she stabbed back in a more cruel way, "Yes! Yes,
I did not control him and let him grow up to be a fool, if I had, he would
have known what was worthwhile and what was rubbish! He wouldn't
have gotten his whole family into this mess and then gotten himself blown
up alive over a piece of crap!!! Just for you! --so smug, aren't you, Xie
Qingcheng? What your nosy mother didn't do, you did! Although you did it
by lying in bed and letting men fuck you, you slut, you slut! You
whore/whore!!! What do you have to be proud of, to come and strut your
stuff in front of me!!!"

Her scolding was so crude that even Zheng Jingfeng couldn't stand to hear
it this time.
It's surprising that this is still a woman from a prestigious family ......

At this moment Zheng Jingfeng suddenly thinks of Jiang Liping, a woman

who emerged from the grimy village, but who faced her fate with a far
more noble stance than Wei Rong.

There is respect and inferiority, but it is not measured by money or social

status, it is all in the heart, whether it is noble or lowly.

He couldn't help but say to Xie Qingcheng, "Or else forget it, you can go
first, you're like this now ......"

Xie Qingcheng said, "It doesn't matter."

He looked at the woman with a startling silent coldness, a bone-deep

numbness, and said, " Wei Rong. It was every choice you made for
yourself that led to the end of you sitting here today facing me."

"Back then, you loved He Jiwei so much that you deliberately leaked the
experimental containment device, trying to make her lose her baby.
Vivian put up with it and found out what you had done, and in fear of the
charges, you set up the police officer who helped her investigate the truth
for murder. That's the first and second life you've had on your hands."

He sits in his chair, his fingers folded, his sickly pale face in shadow, as he
speaks, almost mechanically, of Wei Rong's past.

It is as if he is speaking for the dead, allowing the dead to claim justice

from the culprit twenty years later, through his flesh and blood.

"You didn't want to live the rest of your life in the shadow of being found
out for murder, so you went for the gold, you killed Vivian and took the
place of the man you were so cynical about. It was your hand, your third
life."

"You wanted He Jiwei to believe that you were the real Lv Zhishu, and so
you made a show of taking a child that belonged to another woman, day
and night. You did not like this child at all, yet for your own purposes you
wanted him to recognise the thief as his mother, and you took your place
as his mother, but never gave him any motherly warmth. This was created
by you, the fourth victim's life."
"You wanted more, so you gave birth to your own son and He Jiwei's, after
which He Yu was no longer of use, you treated him worse than a dog, until
you knew that Duan Wen needed him and you made a false promise to
him, only to break your own son's heart again... ...your own son, whom
you destroyed, the fifth life."

" Chen Lisheng, investigating the truth of the year, was framed for your
murder, the sixth life you have killed."

"And finally He Jiwei, who knew the whole truth, killed himself, your
monstrous love deceived him for twenty years, and he died, the seventh
victim on your hands. The seventh life."

"...... seven people, and the victims of those contraband drugs ...... Wei
Rong, everything you did had no bottom line and only one purpose, and
that was to achieve your own selfish desires. Now you have waited for
your own end. You are to blame for this."

"...... Nonsense! Nonsense! What a load of nonsense! When have I ever

harmed my son! I didn't harm my husband either!" Wei Rong shouted
hysterically, looking horrible, "I love them ...... I love him ...... You ruined
my family! Nothing would have happened if only you hadn't stirred it up!
Nothing at all!"

The more she spoke, the more manic she became.

"Blame it on yourself ...... Who are you to say I blame it on myself? Who
are you to say that I have caused seven lives ...... Xie Qingcheng, are you
qualified to do so? You don't!"

"I'm telling you, He Yu was killed by you, you used him! You drove him to
his death! You and I can be each other's cruelty!"

She really hated Xie Qingcheng - all because of him!

She almost fell into the hands of Zhou Muying, she escaped, but twenty
years later, she has not escaped Zhou Muying's son ......

The more Wei Rong thought about it, the more he hated it and laughed:
"You have no right to laugh at me ...... Look at you, you've waited for your
comeuppance too. Isn't that right? Yes ...... I will do anything to get what I
want, but only someone like me who can risk everything can get me off
the stage - Xie Qingcheng, you are actually exactly like me. How good do
you think you are to He Yu? You're just taking advantage of his feelings to
avenge your parents' death!"

At this point, she stared at Xie Qingcheng with a grimace: "Now that
you've achieved your goal, I should really congratulate you. You came
here today to see what happened to me for your parents, didn't you?
You've come here to fall on your sword, to mock me, haven't you?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at her very quietly for several minutes.

For twenty years he had been searching for an answer, and now it was
right in front of him - the person who had killed his parents, Chen
Lisheng ...... and even hired a murderer to run him over, leaving him with
a mental Ebola disease. The woman in front of him.

Over the years, he had been alone with her countless times without
realising that she was the murderer with blood on her hands.

He said, word for word, "Yes. Of all the people you murdered these twenty
years ago, I am the only one still alive. I must see your end with my eyes,
though you make me feel a million times sicker."

"Disgusting ......? Who are you to call me disgusting! You a thing to be

played with by men ......"

Zheng Jingfeng: " Wei Rong ! That's enough!

"He's just something to be played with by men, what's wrong with me?"
Wei Rong lifted his eyes towards Zheng Jingfeng and showed his teeth
before turning his face towards Xie Qingcheng, "You know in your heart
what shameful things you've done with that bitch's son, don't you? I wish I
hadn't bought a front page headline and posted your nude photos on the
front page! Bitch, people of your background will do anything for a bit of
glory and wealth, only that bitch is a lover and will sacrifice to that extent
for you ......"

" Wei Rong!!!" Zheng Jingfeng's voice was like a bell, and the leopard
shouted.

Xie Qingcheng: "Let her talk on."

"......"
"You tell me." Xie Qingcheng said, "He Yu went as far as he could for me."

Zheng Jingfeng's face is ugly, but he can no longer persuade Xie

Qingcheng - who is now as cold and rigid as an ice sculpture, so cold that
no one can move him.

Wei Rong's mouth seems to be soaked with the juice of a poisonous snake
as she bares a mouthful of teeth and stares eerily, silently at Xie
Qingcheng, smiling.

"Do you really not know or do you pretend not to know?"

"...... Xie Qingcheng, aren't you at all curious as to how He Yu could be

trusted so quickly by Duan Wen to work for the organization? Ah?"

She scrutinized his look ...... at a face that seemed devoid of any emotion.

" Duan Wen was never that indiscreet - even if he was a blood compulsion
and my 'son', he must have been suspicious of his choices. He wouldn't
trust someone so easily, especially someone like He Yu who used to be his
antagonist! Unless ......"

She said quietly.

"Unless the other person makes enough sacrifices, more than enough to
completely convince Duan Wen ...... more than enough to make Duan
Wen sure that this person will not betray him 100% ...... and cannot
betray him! "

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

This was the moment.

Wei Rong dropped her mouth violently, pouring all that venom into the
man's blood. She laughed out loud -

"Yes! None of you know that Duan Wen believed him and that's because
He Yu was voluntarily implanted with a monitoring chip in order to do it!!!"

"!!!"
This was something Wei Rong had never said to the public before, and
even Zheng Jingfeng was shocked.

"None of you would have guessed it ...... none of you would have guessed
it! Hahaha ...... hahahahahaha!!! ...... He's just like me! Just like Jiang
Liping! He was planted just like us when he was feigning to match
him ......! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"I'm afraid all those suicide notes and confessions he left behind before
that! After he was implanted with the chip, he had no way to tell the
police anything, or even explain himself, and he would probably die with a
reputation as a criminal. ...to work for you!"

Perhaps it was the stinging expression on Xie Qingcheng's face that finally
pleased Wei Rong, whose eyes grew brighter and brighter as she grinned
even more horribly.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... I watched that operation with my own eyes ...... Jiang
Liping's monitoring band was on his hand, the most common one, and
mine was on his wrist ...... As for He Yu's, he was really well thought of by
Duan Wen, who used the most advanced, hardest to fool through kind of
chip on him, only one of which has been made over the years - planted in
his heart!!! "

"Just before he went to sea, he had just finished this operation ......
hahaha ...... ridiculous, right! Xie Qingcheng ? You must be wondering why
he didn't tell you the truth a bit more - because he couldn't do it
anymore!"

"He can't do it anymore, Xie Qingcheng." The more Wei Rong said, the
hotter her face glowed, the more frantic she looked. She knew she had
finally drilled the knife deep into Xie Qingcheng's heart.

"Even the things he was doing, he was doing at the risk of being
sentenced to death by the monitoring chip at any moment. The only thing
he has to clear his name is the suicide note he left behind that won't
necessarily be found, and the only person he can hold out hope for is you!
Maybe he was still naively trusting you as he lay on the operating table,
believing that you could trust him unconditionally, just as he trusted you."

Wei Rong is chiselling every word into Xie Qingcheng's heart.

"But you betrayed him, for the sake of your justice - you killed the man
who loved you so lowly and deeply that he went to risk his life alone for
you! -- you betrayed him. You killed him! He was not a human life in my
hands, he was yours!!! You were the last one to destroy him completely! It
was you who did it!!!"

The woman laughed maniacally, yet vocally.

"I know I must be dying, the death sentence, and it is you who have won,
Xie Qingcheng. But remember, all the time you have left, you have to live
with this pain, you and I are in the same boat, you are even more ruthless
than I am."

"It is he who has believed in you wrongly. When I go down to hell ...... Xie
Qingcheng, I will see how disgusted he will be with you, and then I will
laugh at him in shame - and then I will come back in a dream and tell you
clearly all the things he hates about you! It was you who ruined my
life ...... It was you and your meddlesome parents who ruined my life!"

At the end of her laugh, she opened her bloodshot eyes wide, her pupils
protruding, with tears of resignation, with a mad laugh that seemed like
ecstasy or extreme hatred, with a horrible expression, and spat out the
last few words in a ghastly manner, "I will not spare you even if I die."

The ears are buzzing and seem to be deaf.

Zheng Jingfeng was his elder, but he was too anxious to talk to him easily
and just stayed quietly by his side.

After a long time, he said to Xie Qingcheng, "You should not think so
much, what she said may not be all true, I think she is trying to stimulate
you, hearts are like snakes and scorpions, nothing can be said ......"

Halfway through the conversation, Xie Qingcheng interrupted: " Zheng

Jingfeng, do you think my heart is like stone?"

Zheng Jingfeng looked very sad: "...... don't listen to her nonsense,
you ...... have a heart of stone, how could you become like this in just a
few days?"

He said, very sadly, and turned his head towards Xie Qingcheng's face.

That's why Lv Zhishu laughed at the first sight of Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng's forehead is wrapped in a snow-white bandage, which
ends at a slant, covering one of his eyes, and in front of which a fine
strand of forehead hair falls.

One of his eyes, after all, was blind.

Xie Qingcheng didn't go crazy, didn't have a ripple, and didn't even shed a
tear the day he found out that He Yu had died.

He had controlled his mind for twenty years and nothing could make him
lose his senses and reason any more.

That night he even lay down in bed after all that he had done, calmly,
without any of the sleepless nights and weeping until dawn.

He was too calm, as calm as a shell, a corpse. He went to sleep, dreaming

no more of Ferris wheels, teddy bears and the teenager who came
towards him smiling.

He fell asleep.

The whole night was dreamless and lightless, my eyes were closed, my
eyes were dark, I suffered through the minutes and seconds, the seconds
were like years, and my headache was splitting.

It was not until he woke up the next morning and opened his eyes to find
that his vision, which had been gradually blurred by heart failure and
exhaustion, seemed suddenly to have become even less clear, that he sat
numbly in bed for a long, long time, long enough to gather his strength to
support him as he walked out of bed to face the world outside, where
nothing seemed to have changed and where everything had actually
changed because of the absence of one person.

Slowly, he propped himself up and walked to the bathroom mirror -

Then he saw a line of bloody tears under his left eye.

The flow marks of that red vermilion have congealed.

When did it run down? He doesn't know.

When did it dry up? He didn't understand either.

What is the reason for the flow?

This answer was the only one he knew, only, too, it no longer mattered.

Xie Qingcheng raises his hand, raises it to his left eye and shakes it gently
twice, and after a moment he slowly drops his fingertips.

Black.

The light in the amusement park went out, and after the man left, there
was no colour left even in his dreams.

And his eyes, which had dripped the last line of bloody tears in the long
night without a sound, had been completely ......

Out of sight.

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Chapter 191 - Do you think I

would hate you?
Xie Qingcheng is blind in one eye.

He went for a check-up at Mayo after cooperating with the investigation

related to the case, which was finally completed.

He was examined by the director himself, who said that his health was
already very poor, and that the eye had been damaged by the
combination of too many tears and his own irritation, which had caused
complete damage to the optic nerve in his left eye, from which it would be
difficult to recover.

Xie Qingcheng listened calmly, saying that he had not shed any tears.

The dean paused for a moment, looking at his almost bloodless lips and
his eyes, where no light could be seen. He said, "There are tears that
don't flow. But that doesn't mean they don't exist, or even that they never
stop."

"You're talking in mysterious ways."

"Only you know in your own heart if what I say is true."

Xie Qingcheng doesn't bother with him any more. He seemed to be too
lazy to argue with anyone now. Like a stubborn old man, he went home
alone without saying a word.

Fearing that he might be upset, Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng, Aunt Li and
Zheng ...... all visited him and tried to comfort him.

But Xie Qingcheng was calm, as if it was not his own eyes that had lost
their light.

He remembered that He Yu had said he had beautiful eyes, and that

perhaps He Yu had really hated him when he left, taking one of his eyes
with him, and his eye had become a blood-red rose that had gone with
him.

He Yu picked this rose.

Not a bad thing, if he likes it.

Xie Qingcheng thought, and closed his eyes wearily.

He was more easily tired now than before, perhaps because the string
that had been taut for twenty years had finally loosened.

In He Yu's file, he identified the big black cop who had been acting as an
umbrella for Wei Rong, Huang Zhilong and others. The Ministry of Public
Security used He Yu's last message to locate Mandela Island and
intercepted a lot of valid information in preparation for a raid on Duan
Wen's lair.

The fallen were rightly named and the headstones entered the martyrs'
park.

All the resentment seems to have come to fruition. The darkness of the
past seems to have waited for the light one after another.

But why is he so tired ......

It was as if a burden had been lifted from him, he had lost his purpose, he
was suffering from snow blindness, and his eyes and mind were gradually
becoming blank - the only thing he had left to live for now was to finish
organising Qin Ciyan's writings.

Other than that, all aspects of this shambolic affair have been taken care
of, and he no longer has any control over it, nor does he have the heart to
pick it up again.

Xie Qingcheng coughed violently and sat in front of the window, where the
little fire dragon with the flame on its tail had been re-glued around the
blind box on the windowsill, and he touched its flame with his cold hand.

A couple made of resin, with no temperature whatsoever.

The little fire dragon that could really give him a little warmth is no longer
there.

Xie Qingcheng later went to the sealed He Yu residence himself, standing

at the sealed iron gate and looking inside for a long time; it was autumn,
the endless summer in the villa yard had blossomed to the point of dying,
and the large lawn where he and He Yu had first met had been left
untouched for some time and was already showing its stark fatigue.

Xie Qingcheng was in a trance when he heard someone call out to him,
"Dr. Xie."

But when I turned my head, there was no one there.

He went to the school playground again. It was the summer holidays and
there were not many people on the campus, and he was the only one
sitting in the bleachers in the large stadium.

He remembered the way He Yu had grinned brightly after running the

kilometre in the playground before they broke up.

It was really like a nineteen-year-old boy, chasing the wind in the

sunshine, running past his figure into a vigorous youth.

" Xie Qingcheng, come and see me play, I will give you a first place."
He heard his voice again, more clearly than at the entrance to the villa, he
turned his head sideways and could not see anyone, but when he turned
his head to look at the plastic track, he seemed to see He Yu running in
laps and laps.

He ran so hard, as if that would allow him to catch up with that company
he wanted, that dream.

One lap ...... Two laps ......

The most valuable thing about a young man is that he always has a
breath of fresh air and will not let go until the light runs out.

Xie Qingcheng looked at that empty playground, he wanted He Yu to stop,

to stop going forward so foolishly, to stop holding on like this ......

There is no more road ahead, He Yu .

The sea is ahead, don't you go ......

Don't you go.

At some point during the muddle, a janitor approached him and told him
that the stadium was being cleared and that the campus was closed at
night.

Xie Qingcheng It was then that he realised it was already dark.

He got a taxi and was supposed to go home, but when the driver asked
where he was going, the name he slowly uttered was the name of the jazz
bar by the Bund.

Xie Qingcheng has never been to a bar on his own in his life.

This is a first.

He returned to the tavern, which seemed to have travelled back in time

from Europe a hundred years ago, and sat where he and He Yu had sat
before. The jazz band played the same songs day after day, and he
listened as if the loosest day of his life had come back to haunt him.

The old man on stage is singing Love you hate you, ask if you know.
He smiled and listened in the shadow of the wine and lights.

It was strange that he could still laugh. He raised his hand to support
himself and the dim light fell into his eyes.

It was strange how he could see so clearly a young man coming from
outside when his sight was failing in his one eye.

He Yu was thirteen or fourteen years old, with an identity card that didn't
belong to him, and he used his height and aura to fool the waiter as he sat
down at the bar with ease and familiarity. His eyes were shining as he
watched the jazz band on stage singing the old familiar songs, smiling at
the end of the song and clapping his hands in a gentle manner.

I see you.

Ask if you know ......

I hear you.

Ask if you know.

As the night wore on, Xie Qingcheng drank the last of the wine in his
glass, he looked up and he saw He Yu, who had celebrated his birthday
that day, dressed in a formal dress, smiling and holding out his hand to
him.

Sir, may I ask you to dance?

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a long time, and after a long time, Xie
Qingcheng, who had been drinking until his eyes were completely red,
whispered to him, "...... I'm sorry, I hurt you... ..."

Sorry ......

In the end it was my own hands that got you killed.

Did you know that?

If you knew the future, would you still want to dance this song together?
Sorry ...... He Yu ......

Sorry ......

There was a choke in his voice, but he was so dizzy and his ears were
ringing that he didn't even hear the fragmented choke.

He lowered his blurred, moist eyes and raised them again, wanting to see
He Yu's gentle smile again.

But it was dark, and there was nothing in front of him.

There was nothing in front of him.

Only one endless summer fell in the darkness and touched the ground,
and the flower cluster broke suddenly, like the shattering of a good dream
that could not return.

When Xie Qingcheng woke up, he found himself in the intensive care unit
of Meiyu Private Hospital.

Slowly, he realised that he had passed out at the Jazz Bar and was taken
to the hospital by a warm-hearted citizen. I guess other hospitals couldn't
admit him in this state of health, so he ended up going round and round,
and was sent back to Meiyu.

Xie Xue is asleep on the edge of his bed, his eyes swollen like a pink
walnut from crying.

She was now showing her pregnancy and a pregnant woman needed to
rest, but she couldn't do that. These days, the media had exposed too
many things, and some that the media couldn't, and she knew the
situation from the Wei family and the police.

Things that she had once been unable to understand in any way had
become unbelievably clear these days.

Her heart ached beyond words, but there was nothing she could do but be
by her brother's side as best she could - she hoped her big brother could
still feel the warmth of life from her.
She had held his hand night after night since he had been brought to the
hospital in a coma, and the fingers were cold, like someone who had died.

Wei Dongheng was distressed and came to persuade her to go to bed and
watch over him instead, but she cried.

She clutched Xie Qingcheng's hand and looked back at Wei Dongheng
helplessly, she choked up: "How can I not cover him up ...... How can I not
cover him up ...... "

Xie Qingcheng has a special constitution, a sick body living in the world,
and every treatment is a thousand times more painful than
chemotherapy, and he is holding on by his own breath.

Now that breath is gone.

His blood was as cold as that of the man who died for him.

Xie Xue hugged him tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder, her face
streaked with tears: "Brother ......"

Wei Dongheng could not persuade her, so she cried herself to sleep on her
back by Xie Qingcheng's bed.

When Xie Qingcheng woke up, his throat was dry and he could not make a
sound. He looked at Xie Xue's sleeping face for a moment, then lifted his
fingers and touched her hair lightly.

Xie Xue woke up with a start: "...... Brother?!"

There was no one else in the ward, so Xie Qingcheng took a moment and
said to Xie Xue, "...... Why are you asleep here? Where is Wei Dongheng?"

"He's gone to buy breakfast." Xie Xue wiped her eyes and held Xie
Qingcheng's hand, "Brother, how are you? Are you feeling better? I'll call
the doctor for you ......"

She poured out a whole lot of stuff like beans.

Xie Qingcheng looked at her, but said only one thing: "You know a lot,
now." It wasn't even a question.

Xie Xue was dumbfounded at first, then lowered his eyelids and nodded.
She was holding her emotions down, but she didn't hold them down for
long, suddenly she was crying, she fell into Xie Qingcheng's arms, she
couldn't stop asking him, "Brother ...... it hurts doesn't it ...... you're very It
hurts ...... doesn't it ......"

"...... I'm fine."

"You lied ......" Xie Xue paused and suddenly howled. "You lied! I know
you're sad about He Yu's death, and I'm ...... sad too ...... but you can't go
on like this ...... you can't go on like this brother ......!"

She cried, tears falling in big globs: "He's gone I know you're in pain ......
you can't even see ...... but ...... but please ...... don't do this again ......"

"Stop lying to us that it's okay ...... Stop hiding it from us that it's okay ......
Your body is dying, your organs are failing, I know all about it! I know all
about it!!!"

Xie Qingcheng stopped talking and looked at her in dismay.

After a while, the light in the only eye he had that could still see anything
dwindled.

"Dean told you that?"

Xie Xue wipes her tears and nods her head.

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a long time, and in the end only smiled
lightly at his own pain: "What is it worth?"

He Yu has had more than enough in a life where he has never had
anything.

This pain is no longer enough in his mind.

But Xie Xue shuddered, in utter disbelief, as she looked at her brother as if
she thought he was mad: "What is it again? How can it be anything again?
Brother ...... has hurt you so much all these years ......"

How much has it hurt him over the years?

Piecing together a fragmented body to return.

Alone, he suffered the murder of his parents, but shielded his sister's eyes
from these evils, and it was because of his protection that she grew up
carefree, healthy and happy, while he endured all the darkness.

It hurts so much all the way around.

The wife leaves him.

The teacher went far away.

The illness was endured for over twenty years and could not be spoken to.

It was not until yesterday that Xie Xue saw Xie Qingcheng's treatment
room at Meiyu. It was only after she and Wei Dongheng had learned a lot
of things that the old director finally couldn't resist her pleas and took her
there while Xie Qingcheng was still unconscious.

The cold treatment room - cold iron, cold water, restraint straps, metal
bed - the only communication with the outside world was the emergency
call bell.

Although the dean spoke about rn-13, he did not tell her the secret of the
first emperor, but only vaguely described Xie Qingcheng's mental Ebola
disease and the suffering during the treatment.

But that was enough. Xie Xue eventually lost her voice in that treatment
room, sitting on her knees and bawling her eyes out.

How much does it hurt ...... how much does he hurt!!!

"Your brother actually made the decision to do so after the divorce." The
dean said, blurring the notion of the first emperor past him, only to say to
Xie Xue that Xie Qingcheng wanted to find a treatment that would
revitalise the mind and delay organ failure.

"Xie Qingcheng did this because he wanted to develop a medicine for Qin
Rongbei, and because it was the only way he would have the energy to
deliberate and recover the scraps of notes left behind by Qin Ciyan. Those
were very valuable medical materials, and he knew they could have saved
many lives, but he didn't keep them safe and someone damaged the last
thing his teacher had, and when he told me about it, he said he lived with
the guilt all the time."

Xie Xue finally managed to stand up with the help and embrace of Wei
Dongheng.

Despite being so grief-stricken already, she bowed towards the dean and
then said, "I'm sorry, Dean ...... I know my brother's income can't support
such high treatment costs, you've done so much for him over the years,
this money.... we can all give it now, I will-"

The hospital was founded by Mr. Qin and I. When Mr. Qin passed away,
the hospital was in chaos and encountered difficulties in running its
business, and was unable to make ends meet. How can I still ask for your
money? Where can I put my face?"

Xie Xue was amazed.

"He ...... he ...... that - that then ...... " Her face grew whiter and whiter as
she suddenly realized why Xie Qingcheng had given Li Ruoqiu everything
he could when he divorced her and had never said anything bad about Li
Ruoqiu, let alone let Xie Xue talk about her cheating outside the house.

He was not even divorced from Li Ruoqiu when he took the money and
donated it to Mr. Qin's hospital. And given his character, he would never
have concealed the fact that his wife had taken the money without
permission.

Xie Xue blurted out, "Did he come alone at the time?"

"No." The Dean said, "He came with his then wife, Ms. Li. Both signed the
donation ......"

Xie Xue was stunned and tears came to her eyes once again.

After so many years ...... she always thought her brother was afraid of
losing face, so he refused to say that his wife had cheated on him, and the
divorce did not recognize her as the party at fault. But it turns out ......
that it was because Xie Qingcheng had never gotten over the fact that Li
Ruoqiu had supported him in doing so at the time.

"Mrs Li only knew that he felt guilty because Yi Beihai's mother had
passed the case to Mr. Qin through Xie Qingcheng. She even asked me
when he went out for a cigarette, if her husband and Mr. Qin were close. I
said no." The dean said, "I did ask her if she regretted it, and if she didn't
want to, she didn't have to donate the money at all, and she had another
long daze and finally said then donate it, it was a good deed, she had
been married to him for so many years after all ......"

The more Xie Xue listens, the more emotionally devastated she becomes.

How she never thought it would happen back then ......

Li Ruoqiu was no longer in love with Xie Qingcheng at that time, but Xie
Qingcheng didn't know it yet, he was very slow in his feelings ...... and Li
Ruoqiu, Xie Xue always thought Li Ruoqiu was greedy to the extreme,
cheating and divorcing, and taking away their family The last of the
family's remaining money ...... but she had no idea that Li Ruoqiu was
actually not that bad at heart, and that she had done for Xie Qingcheng
what he most wanted to do at the time without any obstacles.

She had promised him to donate all her savings for so many years.

She didn't love him anymore, she resented him for being too wooden and
unemotional, she even cheated on him ......

But people are complicated, and the human heart is like a kaleidoscope.
There is no such thing as a good person who has never done anything
wrong in his life, and there is no such thing as an evil person who has
never done a single good deed.

Li Ruoqiu gave Xie Qingcheng her full support. She knew in her heart that
it was the last thing she could do for him as his wife.

I think Xie Qingcheng finally realised the almost guilt-ridden state of mind
she was in when she signed the donation agreement.

How embarrassing should it be for someone as strong as him ......

No one wanted him anymore. One by one they walked away from him,
leaving behind the unsolved cases, the remorse, the guilt, and the pity.

At this moment, Xie Xue hugged Xie Qingcheng, tears kept rolling down:
"Brother ...... how much do you hurt ...... these twenty years... ...how much
you hurt!"
Xie Qingcheng felt the warmth, but strangely, it didn't seem to flow into
his heart anymore.

He patted Xie Xue's back gently and a voice escaped his hoarse throat,
"I'm fine."

"It doesn't hurt anymore ......"

He hadn't lied to her.

His heart has died with He Yu.

And where else would the dead feel any pain.

When Wei Dongheng returned, Xie Qingcheng had just calmed Xie Xue
down.

Wei Dongheng had brought Xie Xue some food. Xie Qingcheng could not
eat outside, so he joined Wei Dongheng in making Xie Xue drink all the
congee before going back to rest. Xie Xue wanted to stay here and watch
Xie Qingcheng, but she could not beat four men with two fists, especially
one of them was her brother.

She just had to sit by, red and swollen, and drink all the porridge bit by
bit.

Wei Dongheng looked at Xie Xue and then at Xie Qingcheng, and he
suddenly said, " Xie Qingcheng, we have something that we want to
discuss with you."

Xie Qingcheng: "Go ahead."

Wei Dongheng got up, solemnly: "We ...... we want to take you to the
United States to see a doctor, the dean talked to us, the state where rn-13
was originally developed, has the best treatment equipment now, and I
want to... ...I want you to do it for Xie Xue as well, for the sake of your
nephew who is not yet born ......"

He said this, his eyes slightly flushed. Wei Dongheng is a very thick-
hearted person, rarely having any soft side, but at this moment, he stifled
the trembling in his voice before he opened his mouth: "...... We want ......
to keep you alive, and want to ask you not to give up on yourself."
Xie Xue also raised her head, something she had discussed with Wei
Dongheng earlier, but she hadn't had the time to say, and she was even
worried that she wouldn't be able to speak, and that if she did, her voice
would shatter to pieces.

And it was true, she swallowed her porridge and opened her mouth three
or four times before she could barely make a plea with a sobbing voice:
"Brother ...... let's find a way to live, okay ...... if you go like this, I'll be
very sad, you know I'm stupid I don't know how to take care of a child, you
live ...... let's go and get treatment ...... then you help me, you teach me
how to take him, how to help him, how to comfort him ...... you teach me
little by little Teach me little by little, just like you used to bring me up,
okay ......"

Xie Qingcheng did not say anything.

Xie Xue raised her hand to cover her eyes and wiped the tears from her
eyelashes, "Brother ...... please ......"

"Now that Mom and Dad's case is solved and Sister Qin is gone, only
Grandpa Qin's book needs you to keep sorting it out ...... Let's take it slow,
okay ...... I can't live without you ......"

I can't live without you.

Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly fluttered.

In fact there had been someone who had said that to him, someone who
had hugged him that hard then, in the midst of the fire, with his head in
the dust.

Xie Xue: "If you just give up ...... He Yu knows, he will ...... he will also be
sad ...... brother ...... you think about He Yu ...... he has given his life for
these things, so ...... can you... ...can you not make him feel bad when he
is alive ...... Brother ......"

Xie Qingcheng slowly closes his eyes.

He knew in his heart that it wouldn't.

Xie Xue does not know the last conversation he had with He Yu, nor does
she know who has set the trap for him.
If there was another world, he thought, then He Yu must hate him when
he saw him again.

Chapter 192 - Away from Home

Xie Qingcheng is finally going to the United States.

Xie Xue's health check-up is not good. She has suffered too much and the
doctor says that she is suffering from significant pregnancy anxiety and
her symptoms are severe. If Xie Qingcheng does not cooperate at this
time, she may not be able to cope.

Since the age of fourteen, Xie Qingcheng has never lived a day for
himself.

Even now that the case has come to light, his fate doesn't seem to have
changed.

As the procedures were handled by the Wei family, the process was quick
and Xie Qingcheng was ready to leave the country for treatment shortly
after his discharge from hospital. The week before he left, Chen Man
made an appointment to meet him.

Chen Man was also seriously wounded in the battle and spent over a
month in hospital before recovering.

He had originally sent Xie Qingcheng a message about a vegetarian

restaurant that they had been to before, but after receiving the message,
Xie Qingcheng replied after a few minutes that he would change the
venue and reschedule the meeting to a Zen teahouse.

Chen Man arrived first and waited inside for a while before Xie Qingcheng
arrived. Chen Man was shocked to see him, even though he was prepared
for it, and then felt a lot of discomfort.

"Brother ......"

In just a month or so, Xie Qingcheng looks as if she has aged over ten
years.
He used to be very sharp, very hard and cold, with an icy toughness in his
every move. Now, the coldness of his brow was still there, but the
ruthlessness that had sustained him seemed to have disappeared. It made
him look very tired, sickly, withered and pale, like a ghost barely kept on
earth.

When Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man sat together in the past, the age
difference was noticeable but not so much as to make it appear disparate.

And now it is very obvious.

Xie Qingcheng sat down in front of him, and Chen Man stared at him for a
while, his eyes reddening before he could speak, turning his face away
and holding back his tears before looking at him again.

Xie Qingcheng: "It's been a long time."

"It hasn't been too long either ......"

"Hurt?"

"Hmm."

"That's fine."

The conversation between the two men was unusually rusty, as if there
was an invisible film that stood between them.

Finally it was Chen Man who couldn't resist and broke the membrane -
touching on what was almost considered taboo for the two: "Brother ......
I'm sorry.... if, if I knew he wasn't from Duan Wen's side, then I definitely
wouldn't ......"

"It wasn't you, not your teammates, who killed him. It wasn't you guys.
You guys were just following the law." Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his
chair, arms clasped, one eye looking at Chen Man - though one was out of
focus, nothing visible.

He said, "The man who killed him, it was me."

Chen Man: "No, brother ...... you should not think so ......"
Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes, as if he did not want to continue the
conversation.

A hot cup of tea curls and steams in front of the two, silently flowing with
steam.

Chen Man wiped his tears: "Brother, your eyes ......"

"You were the last person to see him." Xie Qingcheng did not care about
his eyes, but suddenly spoke to Chen Man with these words.

Chen Man: "...... hmmm."

There were a few more seconds of silence.

Then Xie Qingcheng asked, "So what was his last ...... ...... can you talk to
me about it."

Chen Man did not answer, and after a moment a tear fell onto the table in
front of him.

He Yu ends up on the boat, laughing, mad and sad, and anyone can see
how desperate he is, even asking Chen Man to shoot him himself. Chen
Man's presence makes him give up his last desire to live, and he feels that
Xie Qingcheng is doing this to protect Chen Man.

In the last few seconds, He Yu's eyes are filled with sadness and hatred.

But what did Chen Man tell Xie Qingcheng?

Xie Qingcheng had already lost an eye and had become so decrepit and
broken that Chen Man could not afford to stick a sharp knife into his heart.

Sometimes silence is an answer.

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes.

Chen Man wailed, "Brother ...... you do ...... really like him, don't you?"

"......"
"I used to think you had no choice, or that you had to stay with him for
whatever reason, but ......" Chen Man didn't say any more, tears falling
one by one.

Xie Qingcheng didn't say he liked it, nor did he say he didn't like it.

Like what ......

Is it the kind of feeling that someone like him would have if he couldn't
give He Yu his full trust?

He had seen true love, and in that love he had seen the most passionate
eyes in the world, heard the most sincere confessions in the world, and
suffered the guardianship that he alone had suffered.

In that love he had seen what it means to have no regrets, what it means
to be a moth to a flame, what it means to be devoted, what it means to be
unfailingly devoted.

Those are not what he has.

How can he say he likes it when he has given nothing to He Yu?

Chen Man looked into his eyes heartbreakingly: "Brother ...... you don't
have to do this anymore ...... when you go to America, you have to get
well ...... okay? The investigation and pursuit of Duan Wen is all about the
police. The investigation into Duan Wen is not yet over, the biggest culprit
has not yet been brought to justice, and I want ...... you to see with your
own eyes the man who killed your aunt and uncle, my big brother ......
and... I want you to see the organization that killed my aunt and uncle, my
big brother and... and He Yu, to be brought to justice and get what they
deserve."

"I know it may take a long time, but one day you will be able to see it ......
as long as you are alive."

Chen Man paused and added: "Brother, you know, in the latest
investigation, they found out the truth about Yi Beihai's killing back
then ...... Even Yi Beihai was a test subject that Duan Wen seized the
opportunity to use in passing to test the effects of the latest listening
water! He went to the gambling house and drank a glass of wine. He was
not so determined to kill Old Qin, but there was something in that glass of
wine. ...... That version of the hearing water failed miserably, Wei Rong
confessed that Duan Wen's original order was for him to threaten Qin
while seeking revenge for his mother. Ciyan to force him to reveal the
secret of a research report, but Yi Beihai accidentally missed. ......"

Xie Qingcheng knew what they wanted from the secret report.

--The First Emperor.

Yi Beihai was already thinking of killing the doctor, and Duan Wen used
him in a way that was not obvious to anyone else.

In the past, the revelation of this layer of truth would have shaken Xie
Qingcheng to his core, but now he simply accepted it - he no longer
seemed surprised by anything, no longer delighted by anything, no longer
feeling any emotion for anything.

He was a dead log, and everything in it was empty and rotten.

"Brother, Duan Wen will stand in front of a trial and be convicted one day.
I hope ...... you can hold on to see that day."

"I know it must be hard for you to lose He Yu, but ...... you still have Xie
Xue, you still have your nephew who is about to be born, you still
have ......" he said with eyes like a rabbit He looked at him with eyes like a
rabbit, stumbled for a long time, and then gathered the courage to say, "-
you still have me. We all need you too, and we all can't live without you."

Xie Qingcheng finally spoke up, "I understand what you mean."

Chen Man: "...... Brother ......"

Xie Qingcheng said, "Chen Man, I have probably never loved anyone in my
life. Maybe I have never loved He Yu either. Because a person like me is
not in a position to say whether I like or dislike."

Chen Man: "......"

"But as I said, there is no one else who can take his place." Xie Qingcheng
says, "That was the case before, and it will never change. Life or death,
that place will always belong to him. It belongs to him alone."
"Until the day I too depart."

Chen Man's tears fill his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng got up, summoned the waiter to settle the bill, and before
he left, he said something to Chen Man.

He said, " Chen Yan, I am not worth keeping. You move on, you will meet
someone much better than me. And me." After a pause, "I've already
killed the person who loved me most with my own hands. Going forward,
all this time is the price I have to pay."

He departed and returned to Strange Rain Lane alone.

On the way, Xie Qingcheng came across a stall selling small noodle men.

Now that autumn is in full swing, and it's almost mid-autumn, the old
traditional artisans' stalls are again appearing on the streets and lanes,
hiding from the city police.

The old craftsman's stall already has seven or eight kinds of noodle
figures made from Coke bottles, including the most common Sun Wukong,
Chang E, Pleasant Goat and Doraemon. ...... Xie Qingcheng Looking at the
noodle stall is like watching a mirrored dream.

"What do you want to buy, sir?"

The dream woke up in a trance and it was the old craftsman talking to
him.

Xie Qingcheng found himself unconsciously walking up to the other side:

"...... Can you pinch a dragon?"

"That's fine." The old man smiled benevolently, with the gentleness of age
between his wrinkles, "And what do you want to pinch?"

"Ask for two dragons, one red and one silver. Put them together."

The old man pondered, "Such a request has been made to me before ......"

Xie Qingcheng's hand in the pocket of his trench coat was curling slightly,
and he didn't even have to ask again to know who had been in front of
this stall, smiling and mentioning the same will.
He controlled the tremble in his voice and said, "Yes? ......"

"That's New Year's Eve, I think ......" the old man smiled as he
remembered, "a very handsome chap, too."

For the first time, Xie Qingcheng's voice had a catch in it as he said,
"Please do what you did then, because ......"

He took a moment to compose himself before he got the second half of

the sentence out, "Because that pair of Xiao Long, they were given to
me."

The old man was surprised and delighted: "And is it still there?"

Xie Qingcheng There seemed to be a bitter olive in his throat as he

whispered, "...... I've lost it."

Xiao Long had made it exactly as He Yu had given it to him on New Year's
Eve, and Xie Qingcheng took the bamboo stick, his hand trembling slightly
as he held it.

He finally thanked the old man solemnly and put the little noodle in his
trench coat pocket, closest to his heart - he took it home.

The day before he left the country, Xie Qingcheng went to finish his last
job in China.

He went to the cemetery alone.

He Yu had no family left in the country and no one would have erected a
monument in his honour, except for Xie Qingcheng.

The monument has been placed and on this day the undertaker waits for
the customers to come and lay the bones of the deceased to rest.

But Xie Qingcheng has no remains of He Yu.

The remains found by the police were only broken limbs and flesh, much
less given to him, who was not anyone of He Yu's. Not a relative, not a
friend ...... and not a lover.

All he has is the pair of Xiaoxiao's mud dragons.

He put it in the heather box and gently rested it in the tomb. The
undertaker had seen a thousand strange undead, so asked nothing more,
cooperated with him and sealed the grave.

"Sir, this is the tool you asked for." After sealing the grave, the undertaker
handed the inscribed tool to Xie Qingcheng.

The tombstone had no writing on it, it was empty.

The customer who ordered the monument said from the beginning that he
did not need them to carve anything, but only to bring him the stone
cutter.

This is not an uncommon request, as some people will want to carve the
name of the deceased into the monument themselves, as if it could be
engraved into the hearts of the living.

Xie Qingcheng took over the knives.

"Thanks."

With a shallow bow, the undertaker departed, leaving his last moments to
the pair who had been separated from each other by life and death.

Xie Qingcheng slowly knelt down in front of the cold tombstone and ran
his fingers over the blank white jade stone. He did not shed a tear, as if
his eyes could no longer shed tears after losing their light.

He said, "Kid."

"I'm leaving."

"I know you blame me. It's my fault ...... for always treating you so harshly
...... I always wanted you to be okay even by yourself, to be able to come
out of the shadows alone, but I forgot that you needed a bridge ...... and I
didn't give that bridge to you."

"You hate me. You resent me as much as you should."

The forehead rests against the cold, bone-chilling tablet.

Xie Qingcheng whispered softly, his voice scattering in the wind, "I'm
sorry. You've told me you like it so many times, but I haven't told you
once, kid, I actually ......"

He paused.

I what?

There seems to be no more qualifications to say.

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes. After a long time, he swallowed the
unutterable words, the invisible ones that seemed to cut his throat, and
he coughed, the smell of blood hidden between his lungs.

"...... I won't live long." He said softly, "The last few years, after finishing
the teacher's book, it will be time for me to come and see you."

"I don't know if you'll still want to see me at that time."

Xie Qingcheng's fingers caress the tablet as if they had once touched He
Yu's forehead.

"I'm sorry ...... for making you like a guy like me ......"

"At the end of the day, I can't give you anything. ......"

"I've made you sad, haven't I ......"

He slowly sat up straight and gripped the knife as he looked at the empty
tablet, he was about to chisel He Yu's name ...... but the moment he
dropped the knife, he somehow suddenly remembered the way He Yu had
looked when he was a child and secretly got a tattoo behind his back and
then got caught.

That's when He Yu yelled, "I'm not taking after you! I don't like you at all! I
don't admire you at all!"

He was never really worthy of He Yu's admiration.

He Yu did better than him.

He was much better than all of them .......

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes and his long, pale fingers stroke the stone,
chiselling the first stroke ......

As the sun set and the distant bell rang, he knelt in the dust and ashes,
his arm already half crippled from a wound, only one of which he could
use with all his strength, and he had a hard time carving the inscription,
his fingers spotted with blood.

He didn't care, just looked at the line of newly carved words.

Nothing of him that doth fade.

But doth suffer a sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

The hand wrapped around Keats' epitaph engraved Shelley's last words
for He Yu, which could not be left on his wrist during his lifetime, as if he
had fulfilled a sin and regret that had been planted since he was a
teenager.

Xie Qingcheng drops his eyelashes, the black ones like the wings of a
withered butterfly, unable to lift them again in the twilight and blood.

He lifted his hand and pressed it against the cold tablet.

"Kid ...... let me hug you again ......"

"It's the last time."

Please, let me give you that hug you used to long for, okay ...... He Yu ......
I'll give you a hug, okay?

The moment his heart was pressed against the hard cold stone tablet, the
moment he closed his eyes completely, he thought of the Ferris wheel
dream, the back that never looked back ......

Really cold.

But he rested his forehead lightly against it and held it for a long, long
time.
He wondered if He Yu had been like this when he had held him once upon
a time, like embracing a piece of ice or stone that would never respond,
kissing frost and snow.

So cold, and now it was finally his turn to experience it too. He felt
numbness in his limbs and coldness in his chest just from holding on for
such a limited time.

How did He Yu hold on for so long, clinging to a wait that was never
answered, day after day, until the day he died ......

Xie Qingcheng would love to ask the teenager why.

He was tempted to catch up with He Yu in front of the Ferris wheel, to

chase him down and not let him disappear. Go after him -

Ask if it's worth it or not.

Ask a question, kid, you then ...... you pleaded with me over and over
again and got no response ...... how sad it really was.

Ask why you have to stagger to your feet and go forward with me again,
to the point where your head is broken and you run out of oil.

Ask a question, He Yu ...... He Yu ...... Why are you, so persistent, refusing

to stop?

Why ......

To go this far for someone like me ......

But the boy is gone, and that pent-up enthusiasm will never return.

Only this unnamed monument is with him long into the sinking sunset, in
silence and death.

Yes, the monument is nameless, and apart from that one poem, nothing
remains of Xie Qingcheng.

Just like their relationship, they are entwined in life and death, but remain
nameless and unattached.
The last thing Xie Qingcheng left behind was a little stain of blood on his
fingertips, but he wiped it carefully before he left, so that even this little
bit of red disappeared.

The headstone is clean.

Just like the gentle, beautiful eyes of a teenager when he smiles.

Those eyes seem to be saying, Xie Qingcheng, Dr. Xie ...... Xie Qingcheng,
will you give me a hug, please?

I am very young, but I really love you, please believe me.

I'm not lying to you ......

Xie Qingcheng knelt before the tomb as the slanting sun finally sank
completely from the horizon, and he hunched over in the last of the blood,
slowly, closing his eyes.

The last glimmer of light slips through the clouds in a blood-cry of sorrow,
like tears weeping, and falls away in a moment.

The next day, Xie Qingcheng had to leave.

There were many people at the airport, Chen Man, Aunt Li, the Dean, the
Wei family. ...... Even Li Ruoqiu, who had divorced her later husband and
now runs a very romantic tavern on her own, saw the news on the tavern
TV. Xie Qingcheng She didn't know too much about them, just like the
general public, but combined with all the past events, she had guessed a
little.

Li Ruoqiu was the last to say goodbye to Xie Qingcheng.

She said nothing, only looked at his face and shed a line of tears in a
daze. For just such a short year, Xie Qingcheng lost the light in his left
eye, his healthy arm, the sharpness in his body, and an irreplaceable
person ......

But he still had to live.

She looked at him, barely recognising him; he was the same Xie
Qingcheng, but so crippled.

She choked out, " Xie Qingcheng, I hope you are well in the future ......"

He looked at her and said, "You too. I hope all is well with you too."

Li Ruoqiu: "What I did in the past was so childish, I hope you can forgive
me."

"You just wanted normal affection, but I didn't give it to you." Xie
Qingcheng said, "It's my fault. And I hope you can forgive me."

Li Ruoqiu wiped her tears and looked at him. She felt sad at the way he
said this, that his life had almost run out and that the results of his
treatment in the United States were unknown and that he might not be
able to achieve the desired results.

Xie Qingcheng said goodbye to them and went into customs. He went
abroad, but packed less luggage than for one of the simplest trips, just a
suitcase with some clothes, some notes that hadn't been sorted out ......

And the little fire dragon that He Yu had given him, which he had re-glued
and kept in his trench coat pocket.

He closed his eyes the moment the plane took off into the sky and raised
his hand to touch the lifeless Xiao Long'er where his heart was.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window as the cloud stream
rushed by outside the cabin like a river into the sea - everything in his
past, all his obsessions ......

In the end, it all went with the wind.

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Chapter 193 - Seems like an old

friend
Xie Qingcheng stayed at the New York nursing home as arranged by the
Wei family.

It was as if Wei Dongheng was afraid that he would suddenly run away,
and instead of 24-hour supervision, he had someone watching him all the
time to make sure he was alive and well.

In fact, Wei Dongheng should not have been so nervous, as Xie Qingcheng
had promised Xie Xue that he would cooperate with the treatment, and he
would not go back on his word. Although this body was no longer of any
use to him, he could continue to burn the remains of his body to ashes as
long as he needed a candle in the long dark nights.

The treatment continued day after day, and the medicine was swallowed
by the handful.

However, the treatment was not very effective and Xie Qingcheng's spirit
had collapsed. A person's body is like a vessel, when the vessel is broken
and cannot be repaired, then no amount of medicine will help.

The only thing that has brought back some of the human spirit in Xie
Qingcheng is the work of organising the material for Qin Ciyan.

This seems to be his last spiritual support.

Once he was abroad, things at home were as far apart as the past, not
only in terms of distance, but also in terms of time. Xie Qingcheng's days
became extremely boring, tedious and even depressing, as he woke up at
6am every morning, meticulously sorted and fixed Qin Ciyan's notes, then
went to his treatment, came back from treatment with an IV, and
continued to face a table of data ......

The therapist told him not to overuse his eyes, so he set himself a lot of
timers, resting his eyes every half hour, and when he did he would go to
the window and look out at the huge expanse of green grass and the
artificial lake. Outside his window was an unknown tree with pale pink
flowers, which fell in the wind and floated on his desk, where, apart from
books and pens, there was only the small broken fire dragon.

"I didn't think you'd like something cute like that." A nurse tried to chat
him up, "Can I pick it up and look at it?"

Xie Qingcheng closed the book and looked at her quietly, "Sorry, please
don't touch this one."
He was so uninteresting and reticent, his blind eyes and unblind eyes sunk
with the silent snow of rejection.

In the months since he came to the United States, he has not shown even
a single smile.

Admittedly, all this time he had received, and none too good, news.

The attack on Mandela Island by the military and police of Quang City
failed, with heavy casualties, and Duan Wen had weapons beyond the
normal level of technology, both thermobaric and chemical.

Those who survived described Mandela Island as being transformed into a

fortress full of traps, like a beast floating on the surface of the sea with its
fetid mouth open, ready to devour any human who dares to approach it.

It was not long before news arrived from the Huzhou Detention Centre
that Wei Rong had lost consciousness in just ten seconds after she had
gone insane during the interrogation and had recklessly revealed
important information about the organisation, triggering a confidential
chip implanted in her body, which instantly injected toxins into her body.

She died a painful and ugly death, but it was a cheap one, after all, before
she could publicly thank society and the people she had killed.

News such as this has caused a coldness to grow between Xie

Qingcheng's brows.

He had a slight frown on his face almost all the time, even when he was
asleep.

I have been in the United States for three months, but I am a walking
corpse, only my body is alive, and my soul has gone with no one else.

Xie Qingcheng never dreamt of him again after his first dream of making
love under the Ferris wheel.

At Christmas time, the nursing home finally agreed to let Xie Qingcheng
go out for a walk.
Of course, there must be someone following in the shadows, and they
dare not let anything happen to the person the Wei family has handed
over to them.

Xie Qingcheng puts on a black tweed coat that seems thicker than his
person. He walks through the downtown area, the sky is slightly snowy,
the Christmas tree is lit up with coloured lights, and the road is full of
people - couples, lovers, parents and children, families ...... who are busy
with their pre-holiday shopping, walking through the streets with bags and
bags, their faces beaming with a smile that is very distant to Xie
Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng is very far away.

He was the only one alone.

He arrived in Brooklyn, which was even more lively - he had finally arrived
here, where Qin Ciyan had studied as a young man.

Mr. Qin once described a flower shop to him, saying that it was his
favourite place to visit, apart from the Oceanarium. He said that when he
was a student, he admired the girl in the flower shop, with her bright red
hair in two twists, a little freckle on her face, and always wearing a blue
dress with a linen apron embroidered with the flower shop's logo, and she
was busy outside the shop, which was painted peacock green. When she
sees him pass by she always greets him with a loud voice and asks him to
come and buy a bouquet of lilies.

The shop is a small one kept by the family and has been open for over
sixty years.

Xie Qingcheng easily found the shop, where the owner was busy with her
customers' Christmas bouquets - she looked like a fairy tale character
from a Mr. Qin story, still with her thick twisted braids, blue dress, freckles
and gleaming eyes.

It's just getting old.

The little girl of those days is now an old woman with a wrinkled face, but
the light in her eyes has not gone, and she is still full of energy and
fragrance.

Xie Qingcheng was suddenly envious of her in that moment.

"Buy flowers, sir?"

"Yes." Xie Qingcheng walked into the warmly decorated flower room,
looked around, and finally said, "A bouquet of lilies."

The grandmother wrapped the flowers carefully in gold and red paper and
handed them to Xie Qingcheng. He took the flowers and got back into the
taxi, giving an address on his mobile phone.

An hour later he arrived at a small white house on the outskirts of the city,
looked at the name plate on the newspaper box, walked through the
garden surrounded by a small hedge in front of the house and knocked on
the door.

The door opened and there stood a beautiful little mixed-race girl, looking
up at him with big blue eyes. Then Qin Rongbei's husband came out of the
house - he and his daughter had seen Xie Qingcheng at the sanatorium
and both recognised her clearly - and he came forward to embrace her
and take the bouquet of pale pink and white lilies. He came forward and
embraced Xie Qingcheng and took the bouquet of pale pink and white
lilies.

"She hasn't been in too much pain all these years." In the warm living
room with the fireplace, Qin Rongbei's husband brings tea and snacks as
he surveys Xie Qingcheng's fading face and says, "But all her pain seems
to have been added to yours. Xie Sheng, would you like to have some
ginger biscuits? We baked them ourselves."

Xie Qingcheng thanked him and took a piece from the box of biscuits with
the bear on it and ate it slowly.

"When she was alive, she made much better biscuits than I did." The man
mentioned his wife with a very tender look, "In fact, she was excellent at
everything she did. Although there used to be a lot of people who hated
her and when she did research, there were jokes about her saying that the
lab was no place for a woman and that girls should marry early. When she
exposed the shady practices of one of our charitable foundations here,
she was told that she had evil intentions and was up to something else.
She speaks out for women and children and some question her as a show-
off - even when she and I got married for love and came here, there were
madmen who said she was forgetting her ancestors and how her
academic achievements had resulted in her marrying me, a foreigner. But
I am her family and I understand what she has done in her life, and no
matter what people say, she has stuck to what she wanted to do right. So
Xie Sheng -"
The man refills his cup of tea with hot tea.

"She was kidnapped in the first place, yet she still chose to protect your
secret, I think she must have given it a lot of thought. If she had been
sober enough to talk to you back there, she would have inevitably told
you that she had no regrets. She hasn't regretted any of her decisions."

"If I had known you were experimenting on her like that, that those drugs
were obtained by torturing ...... your own body," the man shook his head,
"we wouldn't have agreed to it."

"Mum says she's a scientist, she doesn't fear death, she fears mistakes."
Qin Rongbei's daughter, who was decorating the Christmas tree, suddenly
turned to Xie Qingcheng and said this.

The man smiled gently, "You heard us, we all thought so."

"......"

" Xie Sheng, we haven't done anything to make ourselves remorseful, so

you don't have to blame yourself. You need to heal well and then, for your
father-in-law, sort down all the notes from his life."

Xie Qingcheng was given a Christmas present by his father and daughter
on his way out.

He opens it to reveal a framed picture in an oak frame, the same one Qin
Rongbei painted when he was alive and included in the album, My Family.
It is only that the face in the picture, which was originally blank and
belonged to Xie Qingcheng himself, has now been filled in.

"I drew it." Qin Rongbei's daughter said, "Mum didn't see you when she
was sober, she couldn't draw your face, but I could."

Xie Qingcheng carefully put the gift away, said goodbye to the two men
and got into the taxi.

He looked at the sketch in the frame all the way until he returned to the
street near the sanatorium.
"Just get off here." Xie Qingcheng said, "There's still a little way to go and I
want to walk back on my own."

So check out and get out.

He went to an ornament shop in the area and bought some adhesive tape
to fix the picture frames to the wall, and back inside the hospital he fixed
them to the wall next to the bed.

My Family

My family, at my side.

My family, after this night, after night, is at last with me always.

We meet across life and death, but he is the only one missing.

For he has done nothing wrong, but has loved me.

For I have not failed everyone but him.

The moon is shining brightly outside the window.

The snow melts, the flowers bloom, and in the blink of an eye, the earth
has reached a gentle spring.

Xie Qingcheng's condition has been repeated, not that it has improved
much, but that it has not deteriorated any further, and he has lived on in
this way, with no sign of change between his eyes.

The days just kept repeating themselves day by day.

It was a drizzly evening when Xie Qingcheng came back from buying a
bouquet of lilies from the florist in Brooklyn and was about to take a taxi
when he suddenly received a phone call.

The call was made by Wei Dongheng, and when it was answered, Wei
Dongheng's voice came over the loudspeaker, unable to hold back his
excitement: "Brother, a little early ...... was completely unprepared ......
born this morning ......"
Xie Qingcheng suddenly stood still.

Because Xie Xue is suddenly in labour, much earlier than expected, Xie
Qingcheng has no idea that it will be now, on this seemingly uneventful
evening.

In the distance, someone in the garden restaurant happens to be having a

birthday party, and the sound of birthday songs drifts in through the
drizzle.

The lights of the roadside reflect in his pupils, and for the first time in
months, Xie Qingcheng's eyes have some light in them.

There seems to be a lot of celebratory cheering on the other end of the

line, and amidst the noise, the phone is handed to a man. Xie Xue's soft,
frail voice reaches across the ocean to Xie Qingcheng's ears.

"Brother, it's a little girl ...... you're an uncle."

......

A phone call that ended somehow was the best news he had heard in all
these times. He almost tried to smile lightly, but the corners of his mouth
felt like they were rusted and couldn't be tugged.

The rain pelted the surface of his umbrella, dripping and knocking.

The wind blew and suddenly the light veil that decorated and covered his
bouquet was blown away and the veil lifted into the air and landed across
the road, where it was picked up by a boy wearing rain boots and a small
transparent umbrella.

The boy, who was about seven or eight years old, crossed the road looking
left and right and came up to Xie Qingcheng on short legs.

He tilted his head, holding the piece of light veil, and looked at him under
the boy's umbrella; then he said to him, as He Yu had done when he first
met him, "Sir, you have dropped your things."

It was this moment.

Xie Qingcheng is holding the phone, and in the birth of a new life and the
reflection of the old one, it is as if the emotions of a living person are
suddenly and roughly shoved into his broken body, which has not existed
for a long time.

The corners of his lips, his eyebrows, his face, which hadn't had any
expression for almost a whole year, suddenly appeared with great
sadness - it was obviously something he should be happy about, but when
he looked at the little one in front of him, who was so frightened, he
couldn't help it any longer, and bent down in the drizzly spring twilight,
and finally broke into tears ......

"Sir, sir? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the boy stepped forward
and took his hand, "Are you ...... in trouble, can I help you?"

Xie Qingcheng has never cried so hard since she can remember.

And on the streets of New York, in a place where no one would know him
and ultimately no one would remember him, after a full year of being lost
in thought, he couldn't take it anymore and tears flowed down his face.
Those hot, burning tears were like the blood that flowed from his heart.

He looked at the child before him with those eyes that could not see and
those that could still see.

The child's figure blurred, and it was as if he saw his little child standing
before him again, saying to him, " Xie Qingcheng, look, a new life will
come, and I, who have been gone for a year already ......"

It's been a year now, Xie Qingcheng.

The dead are ashes.

New life has finally come around.

It's time to let go ......

For anyone, it's time to let go.

But Xie Qingcheng knew he couldn't do it.

He raised a hand to cover his wet eyelashes, his heart aching like a lump
in his throat.
Xie Qingcheng choked back a sob, knowing that he would never be able to
let it all go again. He could rejoice in the coming of a new life, but he was
destined to live forever among the dead.

He will not let anything make him forget He Yu's past.

As here and now, he took the soaked light veil and said thank you - but
still to the memory, the little kid who would never come back.

The boy who had first called out to him on the lawn over a decade ago.

--------------------

Chapter 194 - Returning home

Two years later.

"Mr. Xie, you need to take these medications regularly and we will provide
injections to the private hospital in Mayfair, which must be given once
every two months." The brown-haired, blue-eyed doctor in the New York
sanatorium, wearing a mask, explains to Xie Qingcheng.

"Although your condition has improved somewhat now, the results of your
current treatment could easily be ruined if you don't take care of yourself
carefully. Our advice from this side is that when you're done with all that,
you'll have to come back to us for further inpatient treatment ...... Don't
give up hope, we've been working on a potent drug that can cure the rn-
13 complications, and the chances of you living another year until the
drug is available are greatly increased... ..."

"Thanks, I know." Xie Qingcheng interrupted the doctor.

After two years of contact, he knew that the doctor was a chatterbox, and
if he was allowed to go on like this, there would be no end to it.

Xie Qingcheng, wrapped in a plain black tweed trench coat and pulling her
suitcase, sidles into a taxi bound for the airport.

He is ready to return home.

Continued precision treatment has indeed helped him to maintain some

organ function, and although he is still very poorly, he is not likely to die
of organ failure for a few years, provided he takes his medication properly.
His eyesight is still failing, however, and he now has to wear glasses,
otherwise he sees everything in a blur.

When he was not talking about science, he would say to Xie Qingcheng,
"The eyes are the windows to the soul, do you know why your eyes are
not healing and are getting worse? It must be because your heart is
sealed, and deep down you don't want to see what is happening now, so
your eyes have given up trying to help themselves.

Xie Qingcheng, a materialist to the core, gave his words a cold glance and
what looked like a blank stare.

The doctors at the New York Sanatorium had also suggested an operation,
saying that a scientist at the research institute they were working with
had invented a prosthetic eye that was so beautifully made that when
implanted it could even achieve the same effect as the patient's original
eye, which could be completely disguised.

Xie Qingcheng also declined.

He's not in much of a mood to worry about his eyes right now, not
knowing how many years he'll end up living anyway.

After the outbreak of the war, Duan Wen's gang, known as the Mandela
Organisation, including the Rn-13 case, was investigated by the military
police. Xie Qingcheng cooperated with them on a few occasions over the
past two years, but apart from that, the case was, as far as they were
concerned, none of his business.

However, a while ago, Dean Meiyu and Team Zheng, who was responsible
for contacting him, suddenly called him and said that there was a serious
medical case in China. Some unscrupulous people were selling generic
drugs to leukaemia patients through private channels. This kind of
medicine is very expensive if bought through the regular channels, and
many families have to buy the so-called "substitutes", and as a result,
someone has taken advantage of this loophole and sold a large number of
experimental drugs.

The ingredients of this drug are very similar to those of the rn-13-derived
listening water, which is now officially named "Obedience 2". Those who
have taken Obedience 2 can be mentally manipulated at any time, but
Obedience 2 is supposed to be a test case, and soon after being
manipulated, the victim quickly becomes insane and unhinged, and will
not listen to anyone, and will be confined to a mental institution.

When the police discovered this situation, they promptly cut off the supply
chain of Obey 2 and broke up seven suspected criminal gangs, arresting
hundreds of suspects involved.

It's just a shame that all of these people were just walking/smuggling
criminals shipping out of the Golden Triangle and their links to the middle
tier were completely cut. Although the police knew it must be Duan Wen
who was dropping the test drugs on a large scale, they struggled to find
any evidence.

The effects of the drug Obedience 2 have caused great problems for the
police, because some people are afraid to admit that they have taken the
drug and take a gamble to try to hide the matter, but as a result, when
they have an attack, it is simply uncontrollable - in the past month or so,
there have been six cases of vicious injuries in society after the onset of
the disease in people who have taken Obedience 2, and public opinion
Public opinion can no longer be suppressed, and it is imperative that an
effective treatment for those who have the disease is researched as soon
as possible.

Xie Qingcheng is the most familiar with rn-13.

So they desperately need him back now.

When the plane landed at Huzhou International Airport, Xie Qingcheng

saw Wei Dongheng's family and Aunt Li as he dragged his suitcase out of
customs.

Aunt Li has aged a little, but she is still in good spirits. She often helps Xie
Xue with the children now, and is almost half a grandmother to them. As
soon as she saw Xie Qingcheng, she burst into tears, crying and laughing,
and Xie Qingcheng was about to say something to comfort her when she
suddenly had a flash of light...

"Brother!"

It was Xie Xue who darted forward, as fast as lightning, a mother of a two
year old, but still clinging to him as if she were a girl.
Although Xie Xue had flown to the US to visit him last year, she didn't stay
long - she had a family and a newborn baby to look after. So she was
thrilled to have Xie Qingcheng back this time.

"Brother, are you tired? Come home with us, everything is ready at home,
I've asked Little Wei to install a particularly comfortable Jacuzzi for you,
let's go right back, you take a nice bath and rest first ......" she chattered,
while Wei Dongheng came over, carrying in his arms Two-year-old Wei
Mengya in her arms.

"Brother." Wei Dongheng greeted Xie Qingcheng with a smile and lifted
his daughter's hand so she could wave to Xie Qingcheng, "Come, Nha
Nha, call uncle."

Wei Mengya had been forced to video call her uncle in the United States
for the past two years under her parents' lustful influence, although she
didn't even understand what video calling was yet.

When she saw Xie Qingcheng, her black bean-like eyes widened, then her
mouth watered first and she suddenly giggled, "Uncle ...... seized!"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Xie Xue could tell from his brother's subtle expressions that his brother's
DNA had moved.

The best person to coax Xie Qingcheng to live well is no longer her, but
Buds. Xie Qingcheng, the father of the family, had no expression on his
face when he saw the little child attempting to jump into his arms, but his
heart was very fond of it. He was used to taking care of people, and he
was also used to taking care of children, not to mention that Nei Nei
looked so much like Xie Xue when she was a child that when he looked at
her, he had the illusion of holding his sister back then and expecting her
to grow up.

Xie Xue sees the situation and strikes while the iron is hot, shoving buds
into Xie Qingcheng's arms.

Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard but immediately reflexively hugged
the child in a position that was more standard than the child's own
mother: "What's up ......"
"Uncle!" Before Xie Qingcheng had time to glare at Xie Xue, Nha Nha was
so happy that she lifted her little pink lotus root-like hands and wrapped
them around Xie Qingcheng's neck, the soft and warm little one crouching
in his arms, so delicate that it seemed like she would melt away with the
slightest effort. Xie Qingcheng's sharp eyebrows naturally softened.

Xie Qingcheng bowed his head and answered, "Yes."

A child can sense whether someone has a reassuring scent or not, and as
soon as Nha Nha leaned into Xie Qingcheng's arms, she was overjoyed,
wiggling and moving her hands in his arms, suddenly beaming and giving
Xie Qingcheng a kiss on his cool cheek.

"Seize ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Xie Xue looked at him expectantly.

Xie Qingcheng sighed and loosened his own black trench coat to reveal a
simple white shirt underneath. And you."

He glanced at Wei Dongheng: "Hold the baby with a little cervical support,
you know?"

Nha Nha couldn't understand, but she could feel her parents'
embarrassment and she found it hilarious, giggling and giggling in Xie
Qingcheng's arms, constantly yelling for a hug from her uncle.

Aunt Li laughed next to her, "I instantly thought of Little Xie when you
used to take Little Snow."

Xie Qingcheng coughed lightly and then said, "It's been what year, don't
mention it. ...... Go home."

Over the next few days, the officials left Xie Qingcheng some time to rest
and did not bother him. But Xie Qingcheng didn't rest too well. The
problem was Nha Nha.

Although he was a father and aloof, with a natural sharpness and frost
between his eyebrows, the child loved him so much that he wanted to
hold him 24 hours a day and wouldn't come down from his arms for a long
time, crying whenever he did.
Wei Dongheng was puzzled: "How am I inferior to your brother? Why does
the child want him and not me?"

Xie Xue was also at a loss: "If you ask me, who should I ask? She doesn't
want me either. I saw that my brother was too tired to hold her this
morning and tried to take her over, saying that her mother would hold
her, but she ended up crying and kept relying on my brother's arms,
saying that she wanted her uncle, not her mother."

"...... Your brother doesn't have milk for her either... Your brother is an
iron-blooded, pure man, and there's nothing maternal about him... What's
going on?"

Aunt Li smiled as she knitted her jumper, "That's probably how human
cubs instinctively feel safe. He is, indeed, much more dependable than
you two."

Xie Xue: "......"

Wei Dongheng: "......"

Xie Qingcheng seemed tired, but he didn't put her down. He sat in the
Windsor chair in the sunroom, holding the little one and resting his eyes
for a while, while letting Nha Nha snuggle up to him in the sun. He looked
strong and soft, cool and calm, and all those words that would never enter
a house in the first place fell together in this man holding his baby.

Aunt Li's eyes darkened: "It's a pity he doesn't have children of his own, or
he might not be so depressed ......"

Xie Qingcheng is peaceful in the sunshine, and when he is with Nha Nha,
he finally shows a calmness and gentleness that he hasn't had for the past
three years.

A week after Xie Qingcheng's return to Shanghai, Chen Man finally

finished his assignment and came to meet him.

He has grown a lot in his two years in Guangzhou, and has now moved
back to Huzhou to join the same criminal investigation team his elder
brother used to work for. He, like Zheng Jingfeng, is now a detective
involved in the Duan Wen case. The task force that dealt with the Duan
Wen case was so large that it no longer fit the nomenclature of "a task
force".

They used the code name for the mission that took down Lv Zhishu and
called it "The Dream Breakers".

Duan Wen's organisation was named 'Mandela', which stood for 'fantasy',
'nothingness' and 'fervent belief', while the main side's organisation was
named 'Mandela', which stood for 'fantasy', 'nothingness' and 'fervent
belief'. "The organisation is aptly named 'Mandela', which stands for
'illusion', 'nothingness' and 'fervent belief', and the Zhengfang
organisation is the sword that breaks this dream.

Chen Man is naturally a key member of the Dreambreakers.

Having not seen him for so long, Xie Qingcheng was slightly stunned when
he saw him in person at the cafe he had agreed to meet - Chen Man had
tanned a bit, his face had a not-so-subtle scar, and the police rank on his
shoulder had changed, but it was the young man's temperament that had
changed the most.

Whereas Chen Man used to look like a schoolboy, and despite being a
police officer, he still had a youthful look in his eyes, he now has a very
manly look about him, and there is even a sharpness in his eyes.

Only when his eyes met Xie Qingcheng's face, those eyes softened again.

" Xie Qingcheng ." Chen Man said, "It's been a long time."

Xie Qingcheng: "Have a seat."

Chen Man sits down opposite him.

As per medical advice, Xie Qingcheng hardly uses his personal mobile
phone while he is recuperating in the United States, and only occasionally
goes to the computer room to video with his family, or simply goes back
to the old-fashioned way of making phone calls. So Chen Man basically
asks Xie Xue for information about Xie Qingcheng, and this is the first time
he has seen his face in three years.

Officer Chen stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while, then said, "Are you ......
all right?"
Xie Qingcheng nodded, "What about you?"

Chen Man: "It's not good or bad, as long as Duan Wen is not caught, we
will not feel at ease, these three years are spent on fighting him, but he is
so cunning that he has never set foot in the country again, many things
are left to others. And those people have no record, and it is even difficult
to prove whether they have contact with Duan Wen, in short, Dada
Xiaoxiao clashes occurred many times, the sacrifice of comrades has been
fifty-seven ...... still can not be the case to do a conclusion, but let him do
the thing of fake drugs. "

He said with a sigh, "Sometimes I think the naval battle was just an
accident that happened yesterday, time really flies when you're fully
invested in this case."

Xie Qingcheng said, "I can see that you have changed a lot and have
grown a lot."

Chen Man looked at him for a moment, "...... but something has remained
the same."

Xie Qingcheng understood what he meant, so Xie Qingcheng said, "Well,

so do I."

"......" Chen Man's eyes dimmed slightly.

In the past two or three years, he had never let go of Xie Qingcheng,
whom he still loved, even though Xie Qingcheng was blind, tired and not
as handsome as he used to be ....... He knew all this, he saw it all, and he
knew very well that Xie Qingcheng had become like this, because of
another man. He also knew that Xie Qingcheng had become this way
because of another man, but he still liked him.

But thankfully, after all those long days and nights, Chen Man is in a much
better frame of mind than he was back then, less broken and less
resigned than he was when he first found out about Xie Qingcheng and He
Yu's relationship.

Chen Man is a normal person.

A normal person would have a deep unrequited, obsessive, unsettling

attachment to a relationship.
But he was able to come out of it slowly.

No one is like He Yu, who would have given up everything to get

someone, who would have burned his life out for a relationship, whose
obsession was so deep in his bones and soul that it was intertwined with
his own.

No one is as sick as he was, no one is like him.

Chen Man looked gloomy for a long time, regained his spirits, forced a
smile and said, "Let's not talk about that then, I want to talk to you about
business."

"Go ahead."

Chen Man spoke to Xie Qingcheng about the current spread of Obedience
2 in China.

"Our initial count is that there are at least 300 victims, but less than half
of them have reported themselves so far. They are all cancer patients
themselves, many with few days left, and they feel fear inside and don't
want to be put into isolation in a psychiatric hospital and lose their last
time with their families, a mindset we can actually understand."

After a pause, he continued, "But if we let them go on like this, and there
are constant cases of Obedience 2 takers suddenly going crazy and
hurting people in society, it will only increase everyone's fear of such
people more and more, and it will even lead to people directly starting to
discriminate against leukemia patients, because the masses are blind and
easily incited, and they will automatically associate this disease with
'Obedience 2' ...... This is an outcome that none of us would like to see."

Xie Qingcheng frowned, and this was indeed the case.

Once this fear is allowed to spread through society to a certain extent,

extreme fanatics are inevitably born, and the typical expression of
fanatics is pathological internal solidarity and external demonisation of
imaginary enemies. They are like the Nazis, unable to think, lacking in
reason, believing in their own ideas like a religion, and constantly
inventing rumours and claptrap aimed at exaggerating and exaggerating
the contradictions and then coopting more people into the group ...... If
the issue of Obedience 2 is not resolved soon, these zealots will be able to
do so under the guise of "They are far worse than the victims of Obey 2,
and the damage they will cause to society will be incalculable.

"We need to develop the cure for Obedience 2 as quickly as possible, and
every day we can save is of paramount importance, which is why the
Dreambreakers have asked you to return home to help. If you are willing, I
will take you in the next two days to be entered into our organisation's
biometric system, and all the labs and experimental devices will be yours
to use as you wish."

Chen Man said, pulling out an emerald green cowhide envelope with a
coat of arms on it.

"This is the invitation my boss asked me to give you. It also contains

contact information for important contacts in all departments of the
Dreambreakers organization."

Xie Qingcheng took it and opened it to see many familiar names, from
Chen Man to Zheng Jingfeng, and Dean ......

"After Wei Rong's death, his organisation in the interior was reshuffled and
it's been difficult to get a handle on the companies that he was working
with. But what is certain is that his Mandela organisation now has a new
senior leader, someone who is particularly strong and has a firm grip on
the situation that only Wei Rong and Huang Zhilong were able to
stabilise."

Xie Qingcheng listened and raised his eyes with a locked brow, "Who is
it?"

"All we know so far is his code name, which we got from an intercept, is
Devil."

"Foreigners?"

"Devil has been in charge of handling all the domestic business for Duan
Wen since a while ago, but he has never shown his face. So even if we
knew he was a Duan Wen henchman, we could not classify him as an
accomplice of Duan Wen at all.

Xie Qingcheng mused after listening, "He's very capable."

Chen Man nodded: "But Devil seems to have done all the things he had to
do to keep his mysterious identity, next he's planning to return to China
as a bright face. He has taken himself off so cleanly that he has no record
of breaking any laws, so he can step into the country with a straight face
and even make the appearance of a good returning entrepreneur, and we
will focus on him next Keep an eye on him - he dares to flip this dark card
of his into an open one, that means he is ready to drip. But even if he is
dripping with water, I believe he will definitely have a breach after time."

Xie Qingcheng: "When does this person intend to enter the country?"

"Next week." Chen Man said, "He's sent out invitations and invited a lot of
entrepreneurs to a party at the clubhouse he's built at his expense. I'll be
there, too, as a routine police officer. If I get anything related to Obey 2 at
his party, I'll let you know immediately."

Xie Qingcheng nodded, "Be safe."

"It's okay, he's afraid to make a move, he knows he's just returned to the
country and there are a million eyes on him." Chen Man said, "But I'll keep
an eye on it."

The tea is finished and the residual heat curls up in the cup.

After Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man had finished talking about everything,
Xie Xue called and asked when Xie Qingcheng would be home.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Chen Man: "Brother, let me take you back."

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and said, "No, I'll take a taxi, you get
some rest."

On the way home from the café, Xie Qingcheng thought about what Chen
Man had said and felt a wave of hatred and unease running through him -
two years on, Duan Wen had regrouped, not only had he not gone to
court, but he had recruited his troops and had found such a powerful man
from nowhere, with the intention of taking on the He has found such a
powerful man from nowhere, and he has the intention to fight the Dream
Breakers to the end.
That Devil ......

Xie Qingcheng For some reason, when I think of this name, a secret string
in my heart trembles suddenly, and even my temples throb slightly.

What kind of a man is the Devil that the Dreambreakers will be fighting
next?

The answer was revealed a week later.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! ...... returns from Australia ...... is his first
appearance ...... to be revealed immediately ...... "

On a weekend evening, Xie Qingcheng was at home finishing up his

experiments and got up to make a cup of hot ginger tea at the tea table
when this sound came on intermittently from the television set inside.

He took a break and returned to the TV while sipping his ginger tea, ready
to change the channel.

Yet before he could press his finger on the button, he realised that the
station was broadcasting news from the business community in Shanghai
in real time - that Devil's return to China.

The reporter waiting at the airport with a microphone on his face couldn't
hold back his shock, and not only him, but all those who saw Devil for the
first time in real life were boiling over after being dazzled.

It was as if time had been turned backwards, and Xie Qingcheng's hand
trembled so violently that his cup of tea fell to the floor, splashing half-
scalding tea on his lapel, even though he was unaware of it, staring at the
screen with his unblinded eyes, the ghostly light of the screen reflecting
on his instantly pale, bloodless face.

The camera switches and pushes closer, accompanied by blinding

flashbulbs and the fierce shouting of the returning journalists ...... Xie
Qingcheng saw on television the figure that had not even been in his
dreams all these years -

A tall young man emerged from customs, dressed in a leaden silver suit
with a tie of the same colour and a high-fashion, minimalist plain white
shirt underneath. He looks a little more mature and handsome than he did
before the war at sea, he is unhurt and unwell, his manners are gentle
and his demeanour impeccable. As the camera pushes fully into his face,
he gives the camera a mechanical smile, one almond eye raised, but no
real smile in his eyes.

This person turned out to be--

He Yu!

Xie Qingcheng's mind buzzed, as if hit by a ten-thousand-pound wave,

and suddenly his entire consciousness went blank ......

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Chapter 195 - We are reunited

He Yu's presence stunned everyone.

What could be more exciting than the news that a brave man who had
gone into danger alone had come back from the dead?

Those who knew He Yu felt they were dreaming, especially the dream-
breakers who knew Devil's true nature - they had been fighting with Duan
Wen, who had recently caused them great damage and trouble, and
although they had no evidence to prove that Devil was Duan Wen's
accomplice, there was no doubt that he was working for Duan Wen and
had completely replaced Lv Zhishu and Huang Zhilong. Although they
have no proof that Devil is Duan Wen's accomplice, there is no doubt that
this man is working for Duan Wen and has taken the place of Lv Zhishu
and Huang Zhilong.

But now the facts tell them that Devil is He Yu, the man who put his life on
the line to help the police solve the case?

How did he become a complete Duan Wen?

Of course, since there is no direct evidence that He Yu was working on

behalf of Duan Wen, as the 'fallen' hero of the day, the resurrected He Yu
naturally received a great deal of popular support and unusual treatment.

According to him, he had not been blown to dust, but had fallen into the
sea in a burst of air, and was eventually rescued by an Australian ship.
The police found his severed limbs and flesh, cut by the sharp end of the
blast, and identified them as what was left of his battered body. But it was
not a fatal injury, and he eventually survived without any health problems,
having had steel bones inserted into his feet and undergoing a very
advanced operation.

He Yu has been living in Australia for the past two to three years, avoiding
trouble because he wanted to rest and recuperate, so he never showed
his face until he had recovered and returned to China.

But his rhetoric was enough to coax the uninformed, but it didn't stand up
to the police.

Zheng Jingfeng was the first to call Xie Qingcheng and told him to be sure
to pay attention -

"I don't know what happened, but He Yu has changed now." Zheng
Jingfeng told Xie Qingcheng on the phone. Zheng Jingfeng said on the
phone to Xie Qingcheng, "I think he will come back to you and you should
not get too close to him, it won't do you any good."

Not only Zheng Jingfeng, but also Xie Qingcheng was instructed by
someone higher up in the Dreambreakers organization not to tell him
anything about the Dreambreakers if He Yu came looking for him.

They overthink it.

After He Yu appeared, he did not make a single phone call or send a single
message to Xie Qingcheng, let alone come to his door. The others did not
know why, but Xie Qingcheng knew very well that his own choice had
broken He Yu's heart during the war at sea.

He broke people's hearts, so no matter what people say, no matter what

the outcome, Xie Qingcheng still wants to meet He Yu.

That evening, Xie Qingcheng locked himself in his house and was alone
with his mobile phone - a chat box between him and He Yu, where he
could contact him by pressing the send button.

He had always been a very courageous and confident man, but at this
moment he felt something almost "emotional" in his sick and decrepit
body.

Xie Qingcheng has not changed his mobile phone in the past few years,
and all his previous conversations with He Yu are still there.
Apart from the most painful bit of naval dialogue, all that is fixed on the
screen when you flip forward is the teenager who used to be infatuated
with him and had nothing to hide.

Xie Qingcheng is impossible to relate to the aloof and elegant "Mr. He" of
television, let alone the "Devil" suspected of colluding with Duan Wen.

Xie Qingcheng thought about what to say to He Yu, but his mind was too
old-fashioned and his messages were certainly not going to turn out well.
He spent the night deliberating, typing back and forth in the input box
numerous times and then deleting them, even writing a script on his desk
with a pen and paper.

But at the end of the day, he found that in his present position, the only
opening words he could have were simply, "Hello. How are you."

Fingers hovering over the send button, hesitant, finally crossed, one
second, two seconds - and pressed it.

With a swoosh, the message was sent successfully.

Xie Qingcheng leans back and sits back in his chair with a long, weary
sigh.

He hadn't expected to be drenched in sweat just by sending such a

message.

After sending the text message, Xie Qingcheng began a long wait.

He waited all day and all night, checking his phone when it moved, only to
see that it wasn't He Yu and sink back down.

And so he kept watch and waited.

From hope to disappointment.

In the end, only endless gloom remains.

All night long, Xie Qingcheng lay in bed, clutching his sweaty old phone,
his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. Perhaps it had been like this once
upon a time when He Yu had waited for him to reply, when He Yu had kept
messaging him in pain saying, "Dr Xie, I'm sick ...... I'm sick."

At that time, Xie Qingcheng ignored him.

Now all this despair has fallen back into Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Then it dawned and a faint light came through the clouds, a light that
grew more and more glorious, shining through the long darkness of the
night.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and slowly it gets dark again.

When the sun was once again swallowed up in darkness and heaven and
earth returned to chaos, Xie Qingcheng finally knew that He Yu would
never reply to his messages again.

He lay numbly in bed and finally sent him a message.

Xie Qingcheng said, " He Yu. I'm sorry."

The message was sent successfully.

This time he didn't get his hopes up, and when he was done, he put down
the sweat-stained phone that he had been holding all day and night ......

He knew that He Yu would never come back to him.

Thus, he could not see or hear from He Yu. He tried to call him later, but
he never got an answer.

But Xie Qingcheng still cares for him, and every day when he comes
home, he turns on the TV on time to see some news about He Yu. He Yu is
now an eye-catcher in the business news, appearing on TV every now and
then.

Xie Qingcheng thought it would be nice to see him on the screen again.

As long as he is still alive and smiling, whether that smile is his own or
not, it is good.
Even if it hurts to look at it, it's good.

On this day, Xie Qingcheng was late returning from the laboratory and it
was almost nine o'clock when he returned to Strange Rain Lane.

He didn't stay with the Wei family for too long, it was Xie Xue's husband's
house after all, and even though the Wei family had a lot of space and
didn't care about that, Xie Qingcheng himself wasn't used to it.

Xie Qingcheng coughed softly and went back inside, turned on the air
conditioning and the television, then took off his coat and went to the tea
table to take his medicine.

He froze slightly as he picked up the pill boxes, he was a man of good

habits and things were used to being tidied up like a tidy surgical
operating table. He remembered that he had put the pill boxes neatly by
the corner of the table before he went out in the morning, but now they
were all in disarray, haphazardly placed in the centre of the tea table.

Maybe Aunt Li was here and she had the key to his house.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care too much, took the pills, turned on the TV and
then went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

By the time it came out, the evening news had already started.

Today He Yu was interviewed by the local radio station in Shanghai to talk

about the business he is currently working on.

Xie Qingcheng just sat in front of the screen and kept watching.

The programme was an hour and a half long and he just watched him with
half-blind eyes for an hour and a half. Watching the once unbelievably
bright boy respond to all sorts of tricky questions with aplomb.

By the end of the show, the hosts were not content to just talk business
and were riveted to get personal.

Moderator: " Mr. He have you felt lonely in Australia over the past few
years and have you missed anyone?"

"Solitude is something I've grown accustomed to. As for pining for ......" He
Yu smiled so gently that there was actually a sweetness to it, "If I had
known a moving woman like you before the war at sea, I would have had
someone worth pining for."

He answered in a natural and pleasing way.

Xie Qingcheng watches quietly in front of the TV, so quiet that there is
hardly any living breath, he watches He Yu smile and he wants to try to
smile along with him.

But the lips could not be tugged, and the heart felt like it was being cut by
a knife.

I don't know if it was too torturous, but Xie Qingcheng had a fever after
going to bed that night after watching the programme.

He was lying on the bed, his body was burning, and in a blur he thought
he heard He Yu say to him softly, "Brother, if you are afraid of cold, I can
sleep with you, I will warm the bed for you, for free, don't kick me out,
okay?"

The blanket was so hot from his body heat that he had the illusion that He
Yu had actually gotten into bed and embraced him.

Xie Qingcheng said gently, "I won't drive you away ...... He Yu ...... I won't
drive you away ...... "

But will you come back?

Will you still come back to me ......

No one responded again.

Xie Qingcheng is not sure if there are hot tears between his eyes.

When I woke up the next day, naturally there was no one around, except
for the little fire dragon, which was still standing silently on the desk.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and brushed his fingers over the warm
bedding, smoothing out the aftershocks of the dream before coming back
to reality, completely.
He had to be calm, and even the right to be sad could only be possessed
in a dream.

Xie Qingcheng gathered himself to get up and saw a message on his

phone.

He opened it and it was from an unrelated person.

Enquire if He Yu has come to see him.

This man doesn't even know Xie Qingcheng very well, he doesn't even
care about him, he just wants to satisfy his own voyeurism and pry into
their private affairs under the guise of greetings.

It seems that those who knew them thought He Yu would come looking for
him, and every now and then someone would ask him how he was doing,
and when they found out that He Yu had never contacted him, they would
look astonished, and then exclaim that He Yu had really changed.

It doesn't really take these people to remind us over and over again.

Xie Qingcheng understands better than anyone.

Nowadays it is hard for him to find He Yu, but easy for He Yu to find him.
His number, email address, WeChat ...... have not changed anything.

Even he has taken up residence back in Strange Rain Lane.

Whenever He Yu wanted to see him, he could have come to this quiet old
lane with a kick on the gas, just as he did then, but He Yu never came.

The once fiery teenager is dead.

The one who is now back, having easily recovered his life, is naturally as
far away from him as possible.

The last time Xie Qingcheng went to He Yu rather than make a fool of
himself, it was because of a press interview.

He Yu smiled and said that it was nothing, he had repaired it well and
there was no sign of any problem, he was healthy.
But when the host asked him if it really didn't hurt at all, He Yu was silent
for a while and laughed, saying, "Well, I guess it's a little hard when it
rains, if you ask me.

The presenter said, "Actually, it still needs more rest and recuperation,
doesn't it?"

He Yu: "It's nothing, it's all healed."

"Can you show us the wound? If you don't mind."

He Yu wasn't too bothered and cooperated by giving a shot.

His lower leg below the ankle is at first glance unproblematic, but pushing
closer, one can see that it is a permanent, non-removable, highly bionic
prosthesis with imperceptible stitching inserts where it is tightly bonded to
real flesh and blood.

Xie Qingcheng knew that even if the operation was successful, the
articulation would be painful and would need to be nurtured, and He Yu
was always present at the Da Xiaoxiao Chamber of Commerce these days,
as if he couldn't stop for a moment.

So he went to the door of the headquarters of the new He Yu Group

anyway, to give He Yu a little of the special wound medicine he had asked
the old doctor to find. Chinese medicine is often most helpful to patients
in terms of long-term treatment and pathological comfort.

He does not expect He Yu to forgive him or to care about him again.

But he hopes that He Yu will feel better and accept some of his care.

Xie Qingcheng did not intend to disturb He Yu, but said that there was a
note with his surname in the bag and that He Yu should know when he
delivered it, but the security guard said that he must be informed before
arrangements could be made.

Xie Qingcheng finally had to give his name.

The guard went to the phone and hung up after a while, returning with a
face that looked cold and even a little guarded.
"Hello sir, Mr. He says he doesn't know you well enough to take your
things, he things not."

"......"

"You go back. We can't just enter our building."

Xie Qingcheng, pale and coughing gently, said nothing more.

It's not that he actually couldn't have imagined this outcome.

But somehow knowing that it would be rejected, it went ahead anyway.

Then he got a brutal and clear answer.

As he left, he heard the security guard talking to his colleague behind him,
"It's inexplicable, what kind of boss drinks something like this of unknown
origin ......"

"Yeah, and that they both know each other ...... Mr. He How could he
possibly know him, he's not going crazy trying to climb up the ladder."

"Still looks like he's half blind, haven't you noticed? He's got one eye out
of focus ......"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and straightened his back as he walked
away, knowing that no one would care, but because this was the man's
territory and the thought that there might be a one in a million chance
that He Yu would see him, he didn't want to look too old and wretched in
front of him.

He cares about him, except that in He Yu's mind he is already someone

who doesn't need to be seen alone anymore.

Even his presence bores He Yu.

As much as he wanted to say sorry to He Yu in person, he wanted He Yu

to stop being involved with Duan Wen in any way, but he knew that He Yu
would not care about him.

Xie Qingcheng knew that the only thing he could do for him now was to
stop bothering him.
He Yu's time with him was painful, and now that He Yu has come out of it,
his apologies and concerns are rejected by He Yu, and his coldness is
evident.

With the warmth of his heart, with his broken body and the little life he
had left, he had hit the wall again and again, and now that he was finally
bruised and battered, the young man who had returned seemed to
admonish him silently, saying, "Go away, you should give me a total
disconnect from the past -

A new life.

Time has changed, things have changed, and Xie Qingcheng is no longer
qualified to even see him, let alone talk about his old love.

The accident happened at the end of the year.

A friend of the Wei family hosted a small party at the family's newly
opened luxury manor hotel, and because the family is so close to the Wei
family, the whole family was invited, including Xie Qingcheng, naturally.

When Xie Qingcheng was in good health, he was not interested in such
activities, and now that he is in such poor health, he is even more lazy
and unmotivated.

In the end, it was Xie Xue and Aunt Li who together persuaded him not to
stay at home all day and to go out for a walk once in a while, which is also
very important.

Xie Qingcheng This is the way to go.

There were at least a thousand people at the party, each of whom had
been given a top VIP card for the hotel, all of whom had come to relax, but
most importantly to show their support for the family and to develop some
contacts that might be of use in the future. The hall where the banquet
was held was the owner of the hotel's own area, with a wide venue and
extravagant decorations, with three floors up and down, the ground floor
hosting a large banquet, the first floor with various entertainment rooms
and recreation halls, and the third floor with some luxurious private rooms
for guests to talk about business.
People talk and laugh in groups of two or three, warmly or politely, each
with their own agenda.

Xie Qingcheng, who does not like to talk to people, happens to take care
of the children for the Wei Donghengs.

Nha Nha was a good girl, a rare angelic baby, but perhaps because she
liked Xie Qingcheng's scent so much, once he took her into his arms, she
lay on his chest, wrapped her little arms around his neck, looked around
quietly, and when she got tired of looking, she fell into his arms and slept
sweetly, and Xie Qingcheng was not tired of carrying her.

The music in the venue was so loud that Nha Nha's little feet moved
restlessly against Xie Qingcheng, who lowered his eyelashes, sensing her
discomfort, and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

"Mmmm ...... still hungry ......" Bud said softly, yawning, "Uncle seize, want
some bedtime milk... ..."

"Mum came out in a hurry and didn't bring it with her." Xie Qingcheng, an
iron-blooded man, was very patient with the child, "Can Uncle take you
upstairs to sleep for a while first?"

"Well ...... that's fine." Bud said and his eyes had shot up and he had
almost fallen asleep.

Xie Qingcheng then patted her twice and took her to a private room on
the third floor to rest.

As a result, Xie family walked upstairs while gently holding and coaxing
the child, and just after turning a corner, five or six men who had just
finished a business meeting came face to face in the aisle.

Xie Qingcheng's footsteps stopped, and for a moment it was like being
stabbed in the heart with an invisible sword, and he couldn't breathe for a
moment.

--

He did not expect He Yu to be there.

He Yu walks in the middle of the group of men, the men behind and
around him clearly ingratiating themselves with freshly baked flattering
smiles on their faces.

"Right, Mr. He was in Australia for those two years, for sure ......"

Suddenly, He Yu stops, his gaze crossing the heavily woven carpeted

corridor and landing directly on Xie Qingcheng at the entrance of the
walkway. For a moment, his expression stiffens, and even time and space
seem to stand still.

It's amazing that they ran into each other here.

So unexpected, so straightforward.

So much so that it was too late for either of them to pretend that they
hadn't seen or didn't know each other.

For a moment, it was as if nothing existed around them, and not so many
years of light had been lost.

It is as if he were still Xie Qingcheng at the age of thirty-three and He Yu

was only twenty, a mere student in school.

They just looked at each other.

A guest next to him saw this and said, "Gee, Mr. He, this is an old
acquaintance of yours, isn't it ......"

As if the ice shattered, the sound abruptly broke the dreamlike trance.

He Yu returned to his senses and the gaze that fell on Xie Qingcheng
narrowed slightly, becoming less easily discerned by emotion, then he
smiled and said to the guest, "...... If it wasn't for your reminder, Mr.
Zhang, I almost wouldn't have recognized anyone. How rude."

He then slowly walks up to Xie Qingcheng, a little closer than normal

socially.

He extended his hand to Xie Qingcheng, and with a sudden smile, he said,
"It's been a long time, Mr. Xie."
An opening exchange of pleasantries, no mention of previous messages
and rejected visits.

The name Mr. Xie sealed their relationship when they reunited.

Xie Qingcheng did not immediately offer him his hand; it was inconvenient
for him to hold Nha Nha, so he raised his eyes to look at him first with
those peach blossom eyes that seemed calm but had actually subdued
too many emotions - one eye had a sparkle, the other could no longer
gather light.

He Yu offered his hand in front of him, courteously.

But, that's about it.

Xie Qingcheng does his best to regain his composure and adjusts his
posture slightly before he manages to free a hand, but as soon as he
touches He Yu's fingertips, the lightly sleeping child in his arms wakes up,
stirring his little legs and moving his limp body.

"Mmmm ...... seize ......" the little child had just woken up and could not
speak too coherently, only rubbing his eyes with his little fist and
stumbling, "want mummy ...... drink milk nai ......"

Xie Qingcheng, worried about her moving around and falling, withdrew his
hand halfway to become a support to hold her.

He got the baby back in his arms before he said to He Yu, "...... sorry."

He Yu paused for a moment, smiling slightly, his brow unreadable, but

withdrew his hand cooperatively, his eyes darting back and forth between
Xie Qingcheng and Nha Nha, and after a few seconds, he said lightly, "Is
this your child?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Niece."

"Oh." He Yu paused for a moment and smiled again.

In fact, given their current relationship, Xie Qingcheng did not need to
explain too much to He Yu, but for some reason, he still spoke to him so
directly.

He Yu said gently, "I'm so sorry, I thought you had remarried, so ......"

He Yu said and laughed a little more and didn't say any more.

The two of them talked without the others getting too close, so that He
Yu's words fell on Xie Qingcheng's heart alone.

Xie Qingcheng held Bud, a small child so warm that it seemed to warm the
ice in his heart at the moment, and he looked at He Yu with those
unfocused eyes and faced him as calmly as possible.

After a long time, He Yu asked the question half-heartedly, as if he didn't

care.

" Mr. Xie is not married yet?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... no."

The question is so personal that it is not really appropriate to ask about an

ordinary relationship. But He Yu asks anyway.

It was as if Xie Qingcheng's heart was warming up with an expectation

that he did not want to admit.

However, He Yu's next words were a cold slap in the face.

He Yu laughed, "That's a shame, you have to hurry, your age is here after
all, any later and you won't find a good wife."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, and He Yu still gave him a tender look, but
the little heat in Xie Qingcheng's heart just went cold.

In fact, it's not just cold, it's almost a chill that penetrates into the bones.

After a long moment of silence, Xie Qingcheng said, "There is no

necessary relationship between a person's age and whether or not they
are married."

"I know, it's just that you don't look too well either and it's better to have
someone to take care of you in your old age ...... But all this depends on
your personal wishes Mr. Xie, so you can take it as more than I can say."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him in silence.

After another moment, He Yu suddenly stared at his face and asked, "By
the way ......"

"Hmm?"

"I've happened to hear people talk about it before, and I'm not sure, Mr.
Xie if this eye of yours, is ......"

"It's out of sight."

"...... because of what?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a few moments in full view before finally
saying, "I forgot."

The conversation came to a standstill again.

A guest behind us asked tentatively, "Mr. He, would you like to talk to Mr.
Xie a little longer? Shall we go down first?"

"...... No need." He Yu immediately smiled slightly and said in a warm,

slow and sober voice, "We have nothing more to talk about, I'll go with
you."

With that, he nodded to Xie Qingcheng.

" Mr. Xie, it's good to see you again."

He left.

Xie Qingcheng stood still for a moment - he had not envisaged his reunion
with He Yu to be like this.

He Yu didn't have any direct complaints, didn't rehash any semblance of

the old days, as if the past had all blown away long ago with the smoke on
the sea. But -

"Uncle ......," the warm little thing in his arms stirred and raised its head to
look into his face, genuinely concerned, "Uncle ...... you Why are you
sad ...... don't you be sad, okay?"

"...... Uncle is not sad." Xie Qingcheng said, "Come on, I'll take you inside
to rest for a while."
Instead, Bud lifted his hand and touched his beautiful eyes that could no
longer see anything.

There is nothing wet there and it no longer drips blood.

But Bud took a hand and gently touched it across his lightly fluttering
eyelids, then said, "Uncle, be a good boy ...... and don't cry."

The private rooms are all comfortably furnished and Xie Qingcheng finds
the one with the best view out of the window and sits down in the room,
without saying a word during this process.

He finally met He Yu, but he didn't expect this - He Yu's tone was gentle,
but it stabbed him in the heart.

Bud was very sensible, and when her uncle didn't say anything, she didn't
make any noise. Instead, she awkwardly touched his forehead with her
little hand, as if trying to soothe him. After about ten minutes or so, she
drifted off to sleep once again. Xie Qingcheng also felt very tired, a
sudden sense of exhaustion.

He then sat down on the chaise longue, held Bud in his arms and rested
for a while.

Perhaps his heart was so sore that every beat felt exhausting, and when
he rested, it turned into a deep sleep. In his slumber he had a vague
dream that He Yu was back upstairs and had found his way to this private
room.

He Yu watched for a long time from the edge of his recliner, lowering his
head and gently picking Bud up, crushed in his arms, and placing him on
the large bed next to him. Then he returned to his side and gazed down at
him, one hand caressing up his chest, which was dishevelled by the child's
sleeping shirt, right against his heart.

"There's no way I can't hate you for being so desperate at the time. Xie
Qingcheng ...... I can't help but hate you."

But what fell with it was a trembling kiss that landed between the
eyebrows.
Stopped for a long time ......

A long time.

It was a good dream, wasn't it, even with all the talk of hate, and he was
willing to come back in the end, and kissed him down in the end.

Xie Qingcheng's throat felt so raw and bitter that he could not even call
He Yu's name when he wanted to. All that came out was a muffled, broken
sound, a low sound that fell in the silence of the lounge ......

When I woke up, it was 1am on the alert on my phone.

His phone was on silent and there were five calls, all from Xie Xue and Wei
Dongheng, with a message at the end saying that they couldn't reach Xie
Qingcheng but had to go back to the main house first, asking Xie
Qingcheng to call back when he saw the message.

Xie Qingcheng moved his arms a little, probably because he was in the
right position to sleep, he wasn't really sore, Bud was still lying in his arms
of course, the dream he had just had was just a dream after all.

"Uncle, are we going home?"

"Hmm."

"That's fine ...... too sleepy ...... go home and wash the fragrance ......" Bud
yawned and snuggled into Xie Qingcheng's arms, the two of them went
downstairs, there were still some guests scattered on the ground floor
raising their glasses, he sought out his host, said goodbye to him, then
contacted Xie Xue, said he was ready to go back, and then came outside
the hotel car park.

The host family did prepare a shuttle bus, but it was a peak time for
casual visitors, so there was a slight wait for a car.

Xie Qingcheng asked, "Are you tired?"

Bud shook his head knowingly but gave a big yawn.

Xie Qingcheng was thinking about it when a brand new Cullinan slowly
pulled up in front of them.
The car is new and the windows come down, unexpectedly, to reveal He
Yu's well-defined face.

"What a coincidence." He Yu says, "Another encounter."

"......"

"It will take more than fifteen minutes to wait for the transfer here." When
the young man saw that Xie Qingcheng was standing still, he continued
indifferently, lifting the curtain of his eyebrows without any obvious
emotion, "Mr. Xie, if you don't mind, come up and I'll give you a lift."

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What the author has to say.

Ah ...... Xie Qingcheng with a baby ...... holding a child who still likes to
drink milk and He Yu reunited ......... really easy to make really get a lot of
bad thoughts in your head ......

He Yu, did you? You see him standing in front of you with the baby in his
arms like this, I don't believe you don't have any thoughts ......

He Yu: So can't you see I'm leaving soon?

Guest: Mr. He, where are you going?

He Yu (smiling): I'm going to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Chapter 196 - You have a

replacement
Even with a new car, the smell of leather can be a nasal irritant.

Xie Qingcheng was in the passenger seat and He Yu's car, of course, did
not have a child seat, so he had to carry Bud in his hands.

Despite knowing that He Yu was probably in cahoots with Duan Wen, and
despite being repeatedly told not to be alone with him, Xie Qingcheng got
into He Yu's car.
The ride was quiet, He Yu didn't turn on the radio, just drove smoothly,
glancing sideways at the rear view mirror every now and then.

" When was the last time Mr. Xie rode in my car?"

" He Yu, All these years ......"

The two men spoke almost simultaneously.

Conversation is like a tidal wave hitting each other and falling silent, but
there is still an undercurrent, a whirlpool, beneath that resting wave.

Much later, Xie Qingcheng asked, "...... are you okay."

He Yu smiled mechanically, "Me? I'm doing much better than before."

"...... that's fine."

"I have a new life. What about you, Mr. Xie?" He Yu suddenly regretted the
words, as if he was in a hurry to prove something to Xie Qingcheng.

Fortunately, Xie Qingcheng was too distracted to notice He Yu's lack of

composure. He thought to himself that he didn't really know how many
years he had left to live, but there was no point in talking to He Yu about
it.

He said, "I went back to my country to take the children for Xie Xue."

"Been out of the country before?"

"Went to America."

"When?"

"...... after you've gone."

The light from the street lamp dripped across He Yu's handsome, upright
face. He Yu was quiet for a while, looking ahead, suddenly smiled and
asked, "Did you not think that I would still be alive? Did you not think that
I would still be alive? That I would have survived the shipwreck?"

Xie Qingcheng did not reply.

After the news of He Yu's death, he lived in a constant state of guilt and
wished for a miracle. He even looked at He Yu's chat box sometimes and
had a subtle feeling that He Yu was still alive and that if he sent a
message to talk to him, he must have seen it too.

But He Yu won't believe these words.

So Xie Qingcheng said no more.

At a traffic light junction, He Yu slowly comes to a halt, waiting for the

light to turn green, when he breaks the silence once again.

"Actually, I'm a little curious, given our previous relationship and beef ......
you got into my car with the baby in your arms like that ......" he smiled a
little, "just not be afraid that something will happen."

This time Xie Qingcheng quickly replied, "You didn't think of harming me."

He Yu was quiet for a moment: "Since when do you have so much faith in
me?"

"......"

When Xie Qingcheng saw that Nha Nha had fallen asleep again, he was
silent for a moment and said to He Yu, "Because of the First Emperor."

He Yu rested one hand on the window, one hand on the steering wheel,
and looked slightly sideways at Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng said, "The fact that the First Emperor is not a data but a
real person is something that only you, apart from Mr. Qin, me and the
Dean, know so far."

"......"

" He Yu, I am not sure if you have really changed or if you are really
working for Duan Wen, but the fact that no one has disturbed me in the
past two years means that you have not told Duan Wen the secret that I
am the First Emperor." Xie Qingcheng said, "Perhaps you hold a grudge
against me, but you have not chosen to harm me."
He Yu's slender fingers tapped lightly on the smooth window eaves, "......
You're wrong, Xie Qingcheng. I'm not holding a grudge against you."

The smile on the young man's lips was magnificent, he was at his best
age, extremely handsome, and the slightest movement of his lips was a
seductive beauty.

He stared into the luminous eyes of Xie Qingcheng and said slowly.

"I'm just very disappointed in you ......."

"......"

"It takes strength to hate someone, but I don't feel anything for you now,
and I don't hate you, Mr. Xie, you're not worth wasting such emotions on.
I'm living a good life now, and once upon a time you were right about one
thing - I'm only in my twenties, I have a long life ahead of me, I don't have
to live it down to you." He Yu smiled, the faint scent of men's perfume
coming from beneath his fine shirt.

"Thanks to your teachings, I've woken up and now I look at what I did then
and it's like an overly stupid joke."

Xie Qingcheng listens quietly to all of He Yu's sharp words.

He has always been calm and collected and does not lose his temper
because of the sharp tongue of others.

Not to mention that the person was still the one he loved.

The man he loved paused for a few seconds and said to him, "As for the
First Emperor - I am not telling anyone. But Mr. Xie needn't be too
presumptuous, I naturally have my intentions for not telling, so what
would ...... have to be exchanged for such precious information from me?"

His eyes wandered over Xie Qingcheng's body.

"The first emperor may not come in handy at any time, and telling others
is foolishness as it seems to me ......" he laughed softly, "I shall of course
keep it to myself, wait for the right moment, and then take my time and
have it all to myself. "

"......"
" Mr. Xie doesn't really think I'm going to do whatever Duan Wen tells me
to do, does he?"

The traffic lights change and the car starts steadily again.

A boulder seemed to weigh on Xie Qingcheng's chest as he leaned back in

the well-wrapped leather seat, his eyes on the road ahead: "So you really
are on the same line as Duan Wen."

He Yu said, "This car has an audio and video blocking system, so all the
words that come out of my mouth and into your ears will not be heard by
another person, and you will not be able to take evidence and sell me to
the police once again. So-"

He said, "So what if it is?"

Xie Qingcheng's heart was as cold as an ice cellar: " He Yu, Duan Wen is a
person you know in your heart, he used Huang Zhilong, used Wei Rong,
after using Wei Rong, then started to find the next person. He has done
countless harmful things ...... you conspire with him? His hands are
stained with blood, and that even includes the blood of your birth
mother."

He Yu: "If it was the old me, I really wouldn't have wanted to."

The car turned a corner, followed the navigation cues and the destination
was almost there.

He Yu's car slows down and he says, "But the old me is dead."

He smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "Killed by the man I once trusted the most,
who chose to protect the other between me and the other."

The car stops and He Yu opens the door and motions for Xie Qingcheng to
get out.

"Here it is, Mr. Xie, park in the car and you should be handy to get in."

Xie Qingcheng looked back at him. He wanted to tell He Yu that I hadn't

rushed to find you because I wanted to save Chen Man, but because I
didn't want you to go astray.
But no matter what he said now, it probably sounded like a meaningless
argument to He Yu. Besides, He Yu has also said that he is nothing to He
Yu now, not even hate.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what else he could say to him, and He Yu had
already raised his dark brows slightly.

"What, Mr. Xie, do you want me to walk you into the basement?"

"No need." Xie Qingcheng got out of the car and he stood outside the
door, which was about to close, and he said, " He Yu ."

He Yu looked up at him.

Xie Qingcheng: "In fact, if you really don't care at all anymore, why do you
need to let yourself go to Duan Wen's side because of this incident?"

He Yu's face sank slightly: "......"

"As for the naval battle that time, I'm sorry."

"......"

"I've been wanting to say this to you ever since I found out you were still
alive, but I sent you a message and you didn't reply, I went to your office
to look for you and I couldn't see your face, so I thought you didn't want to
contact me anymore. Today I finally have this opportunity to apologise to
you in person. He Yu, I don't want you to become like this now."

"......"

"I saw the note in your villa, and I know that you had a chip implanted in
your heart by Duan Wen that could not reveal his secrets, and that you
could not say anything straight out at sea." Xie Qingcheng said, "I know all
about it. I know how disappointed you are in me."

He paused for a moment, the blinded eye, the unblinded eye, looking into
He Yu's eyes.
"...... He Yu, that chip, is it still there?" He said, almost revealing some
hidden sadness and concern - those, originally, soft feelings that never
belonged to Xie Qingcheng.

There is silence both inside and outside the car.

He Yu did not answer, but stared down at Xie Qingcheng's face, at his
blind eyes, the streaks of white hair at his temples, and the pale face that
looked so pale in the darkness of the night.

He Yu There seems to be a faint flow of some emotion in his eyes ......

But suddenly, his mobile phone rang, breaking the delicate atmosphere.

"...... hello."

Xie Qingcheng was standing far away and could not hear him clearly, but
the voice seemed familiar.

He Yu spoke to the man for a few moments and then said, "...... Well,
okay, I'll be back on time."

The call is over.

He raised his eyes again, and they were only the same detached cold
sheen as before, "Sorry, it's my personal doctor."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"My illness, he cured me well." He Yu said, "Much better than you.

Including the chip, which has now been removed. Thank you for your
belated concern."

"......"

"In fact, when you let go and then think back, there are plenty of better
choices than you. At that time, I was too young to look at it. There were so
many alternatives, but I had to cling to you, and I feel quite childish when
I think about it."

After a long time, He Yu said, "By the way, I changed my number. The old
number looked ridiculous and I stopped logging in a long time ago."
"......"

He asked Xie Qingcheng, "Do you want to rejoin me?"

Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes and said, "...... No need."

He Yu still smiled, a smile that looked like a tattoo: "You can rest assured
that I won't bother you anymore, I'm tired of you."

He is so cruel that the weakness of Xie Qingcheng's feelings is lost in the

ridicule of the other man. He was crippled, he was senile, his mind was
exhausted, he was shaped like dead wood, but he still had a lot of self-
respect, he was still as calm as if he had been deprived of the breath of
the living.

"Hmm. I know."

"......"

"But I've said all I want to say, all I can say, with you. You don't want to
hear any more." Xie Qingcheng said, "So there's no need. I've always had
your old number in my phone, and it's not customary to add more."

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng: "Thank you for sending me back, He Yu, regardless of the
past. You go back."

After saying this, Xie Qingcheng turned around, hugged Nha Nha and
walked slowly, alone, towards the small area.

He Yu looked at his figure and could no longer suppress it, his heart
swirling with complex emotions, both painful and haunting, both loathing
and obsession ......

For three years now, for many reasons, he has had very little news of Xie
Qingcheng in Australia. He has also tried to cut his ties with Xie Qingcheng
as much as possible.

He had been hurt so badly that he had tried to let his heart die too.
But ......

He Yu's bright red tongue licked his lips and his hand gently covered the
passenger seat where Xie Qingcheng had been sitting, rubbing the seat
surface as if he were trying to pinch the skin and flesh of the person who
had left ...... with a frantic, morbid intensity that had only increased.

He watched Xie Qingcheng until the man's figure had completely

disappeared. Then he closed the window and leaned back into the driver's
seat, retracting the hand that had been pressed against the passenger
seat.

The hand seemed to carry the lingering warmth of Xie Qingcheng's body,
and He Yu closed his eyes as the residual warmth wrapped around him
and spread to his heart ......

A shooting star streaks across the top of the starry sky in Cullinan, like an
apparition from a rainy night haunted by years ago.

He Yu's voice is a sad bass in the silence, his eyes open, self-tormented,
with madness in his eyes.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... " his voice was like a mosquito cry, but his heart
trembled, " Xie Qingcheng ...... why I ...... can't just blame you?"

The other side.

Xie Qingcheng returns to the Wei family and settles Nha Nha in before
taking a bath himself in the usual guest room shower.

He lay in the bath, thinking about the conversation that had just taken
place - there were so many things he wanted to say to He Yu, but since
they were already meaningless to him, and even disgusting to him, Xie
Qingcheng knew he didn't have to argue.

After all, He Yu had said, he didn't even want to bother hating him now.

Xie Qingcheng thought of He Yu's face as he said these words and fell into
a sickly sleep, his body cold as an emotion akin to sadness coiled around
him, as if even the last bit of residual warmth in his chest had dissipated.

He still has the little fire dragon on his bed, which he took across the
ocean from China and accompanied him from New York back to his
bedside in Huzhou, only the person who gave him the dragon no longer
smiles and says, "Cold? I can come and warm you up."

Xie Qingcheng opened WeChat and found He Yu's contact box without
flipping through the pages, which he had set to the top for over two years.

He looked at it, for a long time, and slowly, as if compelled by something,

he moved his hand to the voice send button.

He said, " He Yu ......"

"......"

Silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

He whispered, "...... Kid ...... come back okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's hand trembles and slides up to cancel.

His note to He Yu is still "kid", but he can no longer find his kid.

Xie Qingcheng puts the phone to his heart and slowly closes his eyes.

I thought there would be little chance of the two seeing each other again
after this time.

Xie Qingcheng wanted to stop He Yu from doing what he was doing, but
he couldn't. He Yu had a completely different life now, he had a new mind,
a new purpose, a new personal doctor ...... Xie Qingcheng was no longer
even in a position to interfere. The only thing he can do is to wait and see
what happens in the Dream Breakers, and if there is anything he can still
do, he will fight for He Yu. He will keep an eye on the organization and try
to stop He Yu from making more mistakes.

He Yu was a very clever man who handled the situation perfectly, except
in the presence of Xie Qingcheng, who admitted that he was involved with
Duan Wen.
There is nothing to prove that he was a member of Mandela's
organisation.

Since there was no evidence, He Yu's interrogation and suppression were

all empty talks.

So Xie Qingcheng met him again at a medical summit at the end of the
year in Shanghai.

He Yu was a special guest invited by the organisers, sitting in the front

row, and when he entered, Xie Qingcheng saw him at first sight. But what
Xie Qingcheng didn't expect was that He Yu was accompanied by
someone else.

He was a handsome man in a double-breasted suit, with a soft brow and a

touch of cunning. As the man takes his seat, he glances towards the back
of the room and Xie Qingcheng sees a pair of peach blossom eyes very
similar to his own.

For a moment, it was like a thunderstorm.

--It's him?

Xie Qingcheng's head was buzzing, he hadn't seen this man for years, but
he would never forget this man -

Why is he with He Yu?

Xie Qingcheng's face was bloodless and distracted throughout the

meeting, and he barely listened to a word.

He Yu was about to pack his things and leave the venue when he caught a
glimpse of him, paused, straightened up and smiled politely, "Dr Xie.
You're here too."

Hearing the commotion, the peach-eyed man who had been exchanging
pleasantries with the others also turned his head.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes met his, and a very subtle look appeared on both of
their faces.

He Yu: "Oh, introductions. This is now my personal doctor, An Dongni."

Xie Qingcheng looked very odd: " An Dongni?"

An Dongni looks at him with a smile, leans over to He Yu without moving,

and then offers his hand to Xie Qingcheng: "It's been a long time."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He Yu did not look surprised, it seemed that he already knew the

relationship between An Dongni and Xie Qingcheng. As expected, when he
saw that Xie Qingcheng had not moved, He Yu smiled and opened his
mouth, "Dr Xie, you two have not seen each other for more than ten
years, but you should know him."

An Dongni narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Yes, we haven't spoken for
more than a decade. But I can still remember what happened, don't say
you don't remember me, look, I still remember you very clearly - you were
really handsome then, unlike now."

He smiled more gently but also more dangerously.

"All look like they're in their forties, it's really the years, isn't it?"

His beautiful peach blossom eyes looked into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, one of
which was already blind, and a deeper smile filled his far younger face
before he said in one word, "Cousin?"

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Author's Comment.

Introducing An Dongni -- Brother Xie, a scheming zero ......

Xie Qingcheng, a straight, honest zero who only plays hard to get ......

Chapter 197 - The one who

protects becomes someone else
Xie Qingcheng's face was tense, his back straight, and he did not feel any
inferiority or retreat from his opponent's obvious and malicious sarcasm.
He was quiet for a moment and said An Dongni's real name in one word:
"...... Xie, Li, Shen."

"......", the name that had been long separated from his life, entered his
ears and An Dongni smiled, "I don't like that, cousin, please call me An
Dongni instead. "

Xie Qingcheng held back his fire, his eyes downcast as he looked at An
Dongni - the two men were clearly about the same height, but Xie
Qingcheng, standing in front of him, had the oppressive feeling of looking
down on An Dongni, and even though he was blind, old and decrepit, this
feeling had not faded. Even though he is blind, old and decrepit, this
feeling has not faded.

He glanced at He Yu and turned his attention once more to An Dongni.

Single-handedly, he said, "You're the one who's been treating him?"

"Yeah."

"...... I need to talk to you."

An Dongni was quiet for a couple of seconds and smiled, "Oh, cousin,
you're still the same, you don't even talk to people politely."

Turning to He Yu, he said, "So Mr. He, I'll go talk to him for a while?"

He Yu locked eyes with him for a few seconds, eyes unblinking, lips
flicking, staring into An Dongni's eyes: "...... is fine. But we have things to
do later, so you can control the time."

An Dongni said gently, "Yes, don't worry."

Then he said to Xie Qingcheng, "Cousin, please."

He Yu watched their backs and frowned slightly.

There is a 24-hour café just outside the summit venue.

The two cousins took a seat in a very private spot in the corner.
"What would you like to drink? Latte? Italian espresso?" An Dongni's long
fingers fiddled with the list, "But you're so old-fashioned, it might be
better to order a pot of tea. How about a pot of phoenix single fir?"

"Whatever."

An Dongni ordered a pot of tea and a caramel macchiato, then folded his
fingers on the table and looked at Xie Qingcheng with a smirk: "You're
already like this, why don't you know how to change your tone of voice?"

Xie Qingcheng: "What accent do I speak with."

An Dongni narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly, "It's that ......
uncomfortable ...... accent that makes people uncomfortable."

"That's the way I talk, so bear with yourself if you're not used to hearing
it."

An Dongni leans back and drops her eyelashes, a smile rippling across her
face.

"We haven't met for so many years and it makes me very sad that you
talk like that as soon as you see me."

Xie Qingcheng wouldn't talk to him so much: "Xie Lishen, you're working
for Duan Wen? All these years, you were in full charge of He Yu, as his
personal doctor?"

"The previous question was so mean and sharp that I could go to jail for
not answering it properly. You, cousin, are a little too ruthless." An Dongni
leaned his elbows on the back of the chair behind him and looked at him
smugly, "I'm just a doctor, I don't get involved in anything other than
treating patients and saving lives. I've never done anything to harm or
break the law."

An Dongni said, sweeping his eyes over the mobile phone Xie Qingcheng
had placed on the table.

His answer was so watertight that even if Xie Qingcheng was on the
phone with someone at the police station at the moment, he could have
ensured that he would not have been recorded with any evidence that
could have been taken.
Coffee and tea are brought in.

An Dongni took a sip and smiled lightly, "As for your second question,
cousin. Yes, as I said earlier, I am He Yu's personal doctor ...... In fact, I
was four years ago when he was still with you, you never knew?"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Oh, no." An Dongni laughed again, "I seldom appeared in front of people,
and my name was no longer the same as it was then. He was so obsessed
with you that he didn't even want to mention that his family had found
him a new personal doctor, so it's only natural that you didn't know."

Xie Qingcheng looked sombre, his gaze piercing An Dongni through his
silver-rimmed glasses: "Xie Lishen, what do you really want?"

"Call me An Dongni instead, cousin." He said, "Like I said, I prefer the

name An Dongni."

"Whether you like it or not has nothing to do with me." Xie Qingcheng said
coldly.

An Dongni was quiet for a moment: "...... cousin, this mouth of yours ......
is indebted, you have fallen into this state today, and still look like you are
proud and unattainable. A gentleman can bend and stretch, as smart as
you are, how come this point of truth took you thirty years to learn?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's not your turn to tell me what to do. Xie Lishen."

An Dongni slowly stopped smiling and his peach blossom eyes became
dark as he looked at Xie Qingcheng: "Do you have to insist on calling me
that?"

"Aye. I'm afraid you'll always be just the same to me as you were then."

An Dongni, this time with the last hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.

He lowered his voice and leaned across the table to get as close to Xie
Qingcheng as he could, the sudden spurt of malice in his eyes enough to
send shivers down anyone's spine, except for Xie Qingcheng.
" Xie Qingcheng, you know?" He said quietly, "You're so annoying, you
deserve to be a loner now. No wonder your ex-wife cheated on you and
your ex-boyfriend hates you so much. You're an animal, and only
someone with no temper like Xie Xue could put up with you for thirty
years."

Xie Qingcheng took all his curses without a ripple.

He knows very well how problematic he is in terms of his character, and

there is no need for Xie Lishen to pierce him over here.

He simply stared at An Dongni and asked, "Why did you approach He Yu."

"That's bullshit." An Dongni snorted, his body pulled back again, leaning
back in his seat, he fished out a box of cigarettes, the same brand as Xie
Qingcheng, they were in his mouth, lit by a click, "I'm a doctor, he's a
patient, I treat him. Take your place. It's that simple."

"......"

"You can't just say you quit and not allow him to find another and better
doctor."

Xie Qingcheng: "Where did you learn to do medicine."

"Abroad." An Dongni said, "I don't have to show you my license to practice
medicine do I? He Yu is happy with it. He is my employer, you are not."

Xie Qingcheng was well aware of the character of Xie Lishen, and he
stared at him with a cold stare.

"Healing him is not your purpose. You can hide it from others, but not
from me."

"Ha, you half-blind blind man, you see things very clearly." An Dongni
laughed with a mocking flourish, "Yeah, it's true that it wasn't my
intention to cure him, but my intention was also very simple ...... I didn't
break the law for one thing, I didn't do any harm for another, I even
stayed with him through his toughest two years in Australia to get him out
of his madness and grief. And in the process, he and I, both of us ......"

Like a snake poking its head out of a cavern, it spits out its wandering
letters in a silky stream.
An Dongni's eyes blinked, his gaze locked on Xie Qingcheng and he
refused to miss a single inch of his face before he snapped his fangs and
sunk them in...

"Get into bed."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"I fell in love with him and found him interesting, can't I?" An Dongni
looked at Xie Qingcheng and said, "I was only treating him at first because
I was hired to solve some psychological problems for him. As a result, I
found him very nice, handsome, treating people with infatuation, even
you are such a beast, he can hurt himself like that for you ...... Where else
can you find such a good lover these days."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him blankly.

Xie Lishen approached He Yu with any number of strange reasons he

could think of.

But it was Xie Lishen who said the one that caught him most off guard.

An Dongni looked closely at the glow in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, the emotion
in them that made the hatred and joy within him swell infinitely, and An
Dongni continued, "You know, he was very badly injured after the
shipwreck, and his heart was even more stirred up. When I saw him in a
private hospital in Australia, he was almost completely insane."

"I spent a long time looking after him and gave no less patience than you
did back then. ...... No, to be precise, I put in a lot more than you did
then." An Dongni says, "You know what it's like when a mental Ebola
patient is out of control, we give him medication, hypnosis, sedation ......
all of which only last for a little while, he needs some comfort that he can
really pour into his heart. The hole you've touched in his heart, he needs
something else, or another person to fix it for him."

"I must admit he was very, very fond of you at that time, even if you hurt
him for justice, and he was thinking of you in his muddled state. I looked
and felt sorry for him and was very distressed ...... I told him I would
always be there for him and I reassured him over and over and over and
over again ...... and then one time he had a fit, probably because I looked
a bit like you ...... he got the wrong person."
An Dongni looked at Xie Qingcheng openly and said, "I didn't care about
having sex either, I was already quite fond of him, so we did what you
would have done before."

As he spoke, he looked like he was caught up in a wild and wonderful

memory, with a thought-provoking look on his face, "Actually, I was quite
curious before, how a straight man like you, with such a curmudgeonly
personality, could break his bonds and be with such a young boy... ..."

"But after spending an unforgettable day with him on the ward, well ......
it's clear to me ...... you were born without knowing your blessings, Xie
Qingcheng, the He Yu you missed out on, he was A perfect lover."

"We've been like that almost every night for the last two years, it's a form
of therapy I guess for him, he gets to relax in the relationship and I feel
happy too. So actually we're not just a doctor-patient relationship now, I'm
in a relationship with him as well - you should be relieved to have it out in
the open like this, right?" An Dongni smiles, "I wouldn't harm my
boyfriend, even if I were cruel. Besides, we're still very much in love."

"......"

"Speaking of which I have you to thank for that, cousin. If you hadn't been
so insensitive and broken his heart so completely, he would never have
fallen in love with anyone else in his life." An Dongni said, taking a sip of
coffee, her snow-white fingers cupping the ears of her cup, "I really have
you to thank for your thin-skinned love now that I have such a perfect
man."

Xie Qingcheng's cold fingers reach forward to touch the cup of hot tea.

The heat of the tea filtered out of the cup and spread into his palm.

"...... Xie Lishen, I'm not interested in hearing about your personal life."
Xie Qingcheng's head ached, but he kept his composure and spoke to An
Dongni as he did, "But I warn you, he is a patient, not someone you can
play with and use to get back at me. Do you know how unethical you are
being?"

"What are you talking about, cousin." An Dongni laughed gracefully, "I'm
not virtuous? Who was the first person to hang out with this patient? Was
it me? He told me everything about how low you were with him, crying
and begging him to hold you like a shameless woman, and you have the
nerve to lecture me?"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth slightly and finally showed some ugly
expression, as if he had been stabbed in the face.

"Besides, you're not me, so who are you to say that I'm playing around
with him." An Dongni said with a flourish, "Cousin, I have my heart set on
him."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him morosely, "Truly?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't met anyone who has moved his heart to detail his private life in
front of outsiders. You have no respect for him at all, Xie Lishen."

"...... You don't make me laugh, cousin. What are the days when these
things cannot be told." An Dongni said, "Or is it that you yourself are not
willing to listen?"

"......"

"It's hard for you inside, isn't it, cousin. That feeling of having something
of your own taken away from you and never getting it back. Your face is
blue, you're so sick and you're so angry, but you must be careful you
won't live long."

Xie Qingcheng said in clear words, "My longevity is no longer any concern
of yours, and it is not for you to think about it. But you listen to me clearly,
Xie Lishen, if you are working for Duan Wen, if you are using He Yu, I will
make you pay - I will do what I say."

An Dongni was silent for a moment and then opened his mouth: " Xie
Qingcheng. You really have a disease of conceit. How powerful do you
think you are? You are now a dying dragon, not even able to raise your
hand, let alone soar to the clouds. You want me to pay the price? How
ridiculous."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to have a layer of frost on his eyelashes: "You can
try and see if I can do it."
"......" Perhaps his gaze was so cold and steady that An Dongni gradually
became a little more uncertain. He stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, and
after a few seconds, it was as if an invisible gap had suddenly opened in
his face, as if he was wearing an elegant mask, and inside was an
undisguised hatred for Xie Qingcheng - from many, many years ago.

He leaned in and looked at Xie Qingcheng, his voice lowered to a whisper,

the light in his eyes laden with viciousness and hatred.

"You're a cripple, where did you get such confidence ...... You're ridiculous,
Xie Qingcheng, you're as disgusting as your pretentious parents and
as ...... unaware of the sky! !"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him coldly.

His gaze irritated An Dongni even more, and the words he spat out
became the most vicious abuse and curses: "Your parents died because of
their self-righteousness, and if it weren't for the fact that they always
claimed to be good and righteous, and acted like givers, they wouldn't
have been involved in Wei Rong's case back then ...... And the result?
Dead and banged into two puddles of mud! Haha, you really deserve what
you got from those two bitches, so you deserve-"

An Dongni's gradual loss of control is cut short by a vicious slap from Xie
Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng got up and threw the tea from his cup in An Dongni's face.

"You-!"

"You deserve this." Xie Qingcheng looked down at An Dongni with a

baleful expression, "The biggest mistake my parents ever made in their
lives was to take you in."

The people in the cafe had sensed the commotion here and were looking
back at them.

Xie Qingcheng ignored the stares of everyone around him and said to An
Dongni, "Xie Lishen, listen to me carefully, no matter what name you
change or what country you go to, it doesn't change this fact - you are a
sinner, you You have the right to choose to be a decent human being, but
you have chosen the same path as your mother."
An Dongni stood up with a start, the mask of elegance on his face
completely shattered, his eyes so full of anger that even his voice
changed its tone slightly: "What did you say? How dare you talk to me like
that, you-"

"What am I afraid to do. Is it because I'm blind? Or is it because I'm old?"

Xie Qingcheng said, "Let me tell you, Xie Lishen, the last time I saw you I
called you a brute, and I can still call you a brute now. More than twenty
years have passed, and you haven't grown at all."

These words were like a blow that knocked off the last fragments of An
Dongni's mask.

An Dongni's previous composure disappeared and he lunged at Xie

Qingcheng. But Xie Qingcheng was far superior to him in terms of fighting
skills, so he dodged it, grabbed Xie Lishen's hand and, with a light cough,
twisted An Dongni's arm until it was dislocated.

"......" An Dongni's face went white and cold sweat dripped down her face.

But at that moment, a hand came up from behind Xie Qingcheng and took
hold of his wrist, moving his hand away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xie."

When Xie Qingcheng turned around, he was confronted by He Yu's face.

He Yu looked at him calmly, holding his unclenched hand with the letters
in it, and said, "But I don't want you to do it to my personal doctor."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng was in fact fully capable of attacking again, but when he
met He Yu's familiar and unfamiliar face, the strength in his heart felt like
it had suddenly been lost.

He suddenly became a million times more exhausted.

He Yu's fingertips rubbed lightly against Xie Qingcheng's wrist and body,
seemingly unintentionally, before releasing him without moving.

"......"
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Xie."

Xie Qingcheng straightens his sleeves without saying a word, and no one
can tell how he is feeling at the moment.

A few moments later, he straightened his sleeves, pulled a few notes from
the money clip he carried, threw them on the table, and walked past He
Yu with a blank look on his shoulder, leaving the place without looking
back.

Never again did they look at them even once.

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Author's comment.

An Dongni is a tricky zero, so you can take what he says as bullshit ......

Have faith in He Yu's feelings for Xie Qingcheng ......... Have faith in He Yu,
not in An Dongni ......

Chapter 198 - but invites you to

meet again
Xie Qingcheng returned to Strange Rain Lane, sat down and took a long
time to think.

He didn't want to think about what Xie Lishen had just said to him, the
words that kept stinging him, nauseating him, making him feel extremely
uncomfortable.

Rationally speaking, it is a good thing for He Yu to be able to like someone

else. ...... It doesn't seem to matter to Xie Qingcheng what he feels or how
hard he feels.

But that person should never have been Xie Lishen.

Xie Qingcheng knows only too well what kind of person Xie Lishen is.
His eyes glanced over the walls to the almost unrecognisable traces of the
frames on the walls - places where, more than twenty years ago, many
photographs used to hang, a large part of them, featuring Xie Lishen.

Xie Qingcheng lights a cigarette, takes a puff and coughs gently as the
smoke disperses, hazing his eyes and taking his mind back to many years
ago.

--

Xie Qingcheng's grandfather was a small-time buyer, or in today's

parlance, a translator.

During the years of poverty and chaos, the buyer was often employed by
foreign companies, so his life was better than that of the ordinary boss. He
met a bourgeois lady at work, and they fell in love and got married.
However, one was a buyer and the other a capitalist, so one can only
imagine how they were treated during the subsequent uprooting of the
white flag and the ten years of turmoil.

Xie's family grandmother was so humiliated in the 1970s that she hung
herself from a beam, and grandfather never married again. After the
rehabilitations and the removal of his hat, the man took the two children
left behind by his wife, suffered a lot, tried to do a lot, and slowly brought
the family back to life.

One of the two children he took with him was Xie Qingcheng's father, Xie
Ping, and the other was Xie Ping's own brother, Xie Qingcheng's eldest
uncle.

Xie Ping wanted to become a policeman, and despite the hiccups in his
political trial, he was eventually passed.

His brother, Xie Qingcheng's eldest uncle, followed the old man to the city
of Yi to do business, exchanging chicken feathers for sugar. The business
became bigger and bigger, and the former "stinky old man" became the
"Old Xie Board".

The family's days were flourishing, and Grandma's old face had been long
and affectionately displayed in the hall by Grandpa, the gentle and
elegant lady of the house who never had a white head, her peach blossom
eyes smiling as she watched their days go by in prosperity and
smoothness. Uncle Xie got married, so did Xie Ping ...... children and
grandchildren around the knee, and the tragic pain of those years has
become a pale scab.

Until, that is, a woman comes along.

The woman was the mistress of Xie Ping's brother.

Xie Ping was a policeman and was very decent-minded. After marrying
Zhou Muying, the couple was in love and did not even bother to look at
the women on the road. Xie is a businessman and is exposed to so many
temptations and so little restraint that he slowly begins to lose his temper.

He and his mistress had been secretly seeing each other for half a year,
but when she suddenly left, he didn't care, because he was in the
business world, and he was just having fun, so he couldn't be sincere.

But what he didn't expect was that after another year, when the old man's
birthday banquet was held and the family was reunited, the mistress
suddenly came to his door and asked him for his share of the money, and
carried a child in her arms, which was actually his seed.

This child is Xie Lishen.

She was a woman who loved and hated like fire. How could she bear such
insults and betrayals at a family dinner? In her anger, the woman
beheaded her mistress a few days later and then turned herself in,
destroying her life for a man who had wronged her.

The incident was a great blow to Xie family's grandfather, who was
already in poor health for a while and was soon unable to support himself
after the shock. Before he died, the stubborn and upright old man made a
will in which his entire estate was to be inherited by his second son, Xie
Ping, without giving any share to his eldest son.

After the old man passed away, Uncle Xie was completely changed.

His old man is angry with him for betraying his wife, and his son is angry
with him for being ungrateful and turning his back on him. Uncle Xie drank
heavily, gambled and went to trouble his brother Xie Ping every now and
then, and when he returned to his rented room, he beat and scolded Xie
Lishen, calling him a "calamity".
Xie Ping couldn't stand it and tried to talk to his elder brother several
times, only to have him spit in his face...

"Talk? Talk about what? Your wife and kids are living in luxury, taking
advantage of the house and money the old man gave you, but what about
me? If you really think of me as a brother, you can give me half of your
property! Give me half the money!"

Xie Ping hates iron: "I give it to you, you turn around and take it to
gambling, take it to prostitution, I still have to go and arrest you, you do
not change this way, not to mention a million, 10 million will not give you
to spend six months."

"Bullshit you! If you don't want to give it, just say so! You're wearing a
uniform and you're still trying to catch me for so many reasons, Old Xie.
Open your eyes and see clearly! I'm your own brother! How many
beatings did I take for you when you were a kid? You're arresting me?
How dare you say that!"

He even dragged Xie Lishen over to him, pointing at Xie Ping and showing
Xie Lishen: "See? See? This is your brother-in-law! Half of their family's
good fortune should have been ours! It's all your fault, you calamity! You
and your mother, that cunt! I've got nothing! Nothing!!!"

As he spoke, he slapped Xie Lishen's face so hard that the child's face
quickly became swollen and tears kept falling ......

Xie Ping hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "What are you doing? What
are you doing hitting a child when it's our business as adults?"

"What's the matter? Mind your family's Xie Qingcheng! I don't need you to
tell me what to do with my seed! You're a public servant, you're a Pacific
policeman! Stop nagging and I'll tell you, if you nag, I'll beat him to
death!"

Xie Ping had no choice but to go in the end.

Before he left, he looked back at Xie Lishen, such a young child, his eyes
were already full of hatred, but he didn't know who it was for ......

It was late at night and no one saw him until the next day when he was hit
by a yellow sand boat on the river - by that time he was soaked and
swollen and completely lifeless.
After a series of formalities, Xie Ping brought back the only son left in the
world by his elder brother.

"Lishen, you can make yourself at home here. We'll take care of you.
Okay?"

Xie Lishen was very young at the time, but had a maturity in his eyes that
no normal child would have.

He politely said to Xie Ping and Zhou Muying, "Thank you, Uncle, and
thank you, Auntie."

Then he turned to Xie Qingcheng again.

He stares at Xie Qingcheng longer than anyone else.

"...... Thank you cousin."

Xie Qingcheng was a big straight man growing up, not that intuitive, he
didn't even notice Xie Lishen's eyes, he nodded to Xie Lishen casually,
"Don't be afraid, if you need anything you can find me, we are family."

"......" Xie Lishen smiled a little, "Yeah."

In fact, in retrospect, Xie Lishen's hostility towards Xie Qingcheng was

present from the very beginning.

And the hatred that grows rather than diminishes when they are under the
same roof afterwards is partly due to the fact that Xie Qingcheng is so
retarded.

For example, Xie Qingcheng has never cared about the issue of origin, in
his opinion, a person is an individual and has nothing to do with his
parents or family.

When he watched television, he would not change the channel when he

saw the story of the illegitimate child of the mistress, and he did not even
realise what the problem was.

He was so open about it because he didn't think Xie Lishen was such a
person, he didn't make any connection between the two, but Xie Lishen
didn't think so.
Because Xie Lishen himself has put on a pair of tinted glasses called
imaginary enemies, whatever Xie Qingcheng does is wrong and has an
ulterior motive, either to harm him or to sarcastic him. Even if Xie
Qingcheng looks at him casually, Xie Lishen is sensitive enough to try to
find some deeper meaning in that glance.

He hates Xie Qingcheng and likes to extract the meaning he wants from
every word and every action of the other party, and if he doesn't have any
meaning he makes one up, and Xie Qingcheng won't argue with him
anyway.

The sad thing about the inability of people to understand each other is
that very often it is not because they do not have the ability or
opportunity to do so, but because deep down they simply do not have the
will to do so.

So Xie Lishen's resentment towards Xie Qingcheng grew ...... and much of
it came from his own imagination, as he decided that Xie Qingcheng had
taken something from him and disgusted him, and the more he thought
about it, the more he hated it.

The most typical example was once when there was a Chinese New Year
stage show in the community.

The organisers of the show originally saw Xie Lishen, who was reading a
book in the garden, and thought he was a beautiful boy who would be
perfect for the role of the prince in the story.

Who doesn't like to play a prince? Xie Lishen was overjoyed, his pride was
on his face, and the Xie Ping's were delighted for him, after all, there were
so few things to be excited about in the past, and this was the first time
they had seen him leap like a real boy of his age.

Xie Qingcheng is also happy for him and thinks he really fits the role.

On the day of the show, Xie Lishen did his best to perform his role as an
elegant and gentlemanly prince on stage and won the applause of the
whole audience.

He thought he would win the Best of Show award ...... and most of the
children didn't prepare too hard for the fun.

But at the end of the programme, Xie Qingcheng went up.

He certainly didn't join his cousin in some stage show; he sat down at one
of the pianos, eyelashes drooping, and played the theme song from
Cinema Paradiso amidst the tranquil beams of light. The light that fell on
the keys was gently shattered by his dots, each note scattering like
ripples in the summer night breeze.

As the song ended, Xie Lishen heard someone whisper, "Wow, that was
nice ......"

"He's the prince of my heart. ......"

Xie Lishen's face instantly turned blue.

He didn't even know that Xie Qingcheng was the last one to play a piano
piece because the person who was hosting the show was a close
classmate of his and needed his support - he didn't listen to anything, he
just knew that Xie Qingcheng was stealing all the limelight from him!

He was so angry that his eyes were glowing red and when he returned
home that day, he suddenly asked Xie Qingcheng in a shrill voice, "Why
did you go to the show? Why are you doing the same thing as me? Did
you mean to be sarcastic? Are you deliberately trying to compete with
me? To take away my things!!!"

"......" Xie Qingcheng froze for a moment, "...... is a classmate looking for
me... ...What's wrong with you?"

What's going on.

He had the nerve to ask what was wrong!

If he hadn't primped and dressed like a Little Wang, and pretended to play
the piano, would he have been praised as "His Highness"? He did it on
purpose! He's deliberately trying to look like he doesn't know what he's
doing! His hypocrisy is disgusting!

Xie Lishen gritted his teeth and said nothing, but the sight of Xie
Qingcheng playing the piano became a nightmare for him for countless
nights afterwards. Later, when the Xie family became desperate and
moved out of their upmarket neighbourhood and had to sell the family
piano to raise money for an operation on the sick Zhou Muying, Xie Lishen
felt a surge of joy in his heart.
He watched Xie Qingcheng's hands, which used to leap on the keys, move
rough boards, cardboard, help his parents organize things, wipe tables
and wash dishes ...... He was finally able to let out the bad breath that had
been pent up in his heart for years.

Yes ...... Xie Qingcheng A family took away his normal life.

They took money that belonged to his father and then had to come back
as rescuers!

Xie Qingcheng stole his wealth and took his place. ...... Now the tide has
turned and the family has gone downhill, Xie Qingcheng can no longer
take those expensive piano lessons and pose as a nobleman, Xie Lishen
thought joyfully --Cousin, you took everything from me, and now you're
just like me.

Same poor.

Same hardship.

You're not a nobleman, you're not a prince, you're just a poor kid in a
rundown alley. Your parents made a mistake and were both demoted ......
It's humiliating, isn't it? Your parents have fallen from grace, too, and you,
too, should feel as blushing as I do!

It's time for you to bow your head.

But Xie Lishen had no idea that Xie Qingcheng's mentality hadn't changed
at all.

Xie Qingcheng has even become more aware and responsible than before,
and he has grown up, he has reached puberty, his body has started to
twitch, he has become more and more handsome, and he is even followed
by a group of chattering, red-faced girls at the end of the school day, who
follow him home and then scatter with a giggle when he looks up.

Xie Lishen was handsome too, but as long as Xie Qingcheng was around,
"handsome" would always be Xie Qingcheng's name, not his.

Xie Lishen hated it so much that he looked at the figure of Xie Qingcheng
with hatred, at the gradually broadening shoulders, the smooth lines of his
back, the taut legs, the peach blossom eyes that seemed to hide the April
sky under the old acacia tree when he turned back and looked up.
His heart trembled with hatred; he seemed to fear every inch of Xie
Qingcheng's light and growth; every move Xie Qingcheng made was, in
Xie Lishen's mind, an original sin.

Even when Xie Qingcheng gave his younger siblings as much food as he
could during the family's most difficult days, it seemed to Xie Lishen that
he was putting on an act, a disguised "charity".

Does he think he's really a prince?

No ...... no no! He's nothing but a thief who stole his life! Their whole
family is a thief!

When he started junior high school, Xie Lishen finally stopped pretending.

He began to show his rebellion in the open. He often stayed away from
home and fooled around, causing numerous problems for Mr. and Mrs. Xie
Ping.

Xie Lishen doesn't listen.

This painless situation lasted for more than half a term, until one time the
head of the school publicly disciplined Xie Lishen for having been caught
in an early relationship.

The subject is a boy from the next vocational high school.

I can't believe it's a male student!!!

Xie Qingcheng and Xie Lishen were in the same junior high school. Xie
Qingcheng was on the stage at the time and after hearing the story, his
whole body was frozen and his eyes were wide open. The name of the boy
that the headmaster reported no one did not know was the worst male
student in that vocational school, who played with both men and women,
and Xie Lishen had actually gotten together with him.

Xie Qingcheng was furious and after the morning meeting, he approached
Xie Lishen and asked him what was going on.

Xie Qingcheng slapped him right across the face ......

The two cousins had a big fight and Xie Lishen spilled out all the
grievances that had been pent up in his heart over the years, scolding Xie
Qingcheng and the Xie Ping couple and then leaving the Xie family that
night to stay with his "boyfriend".

It was a lock that was hidden behind the fact that Xie Lishen was destined
to be at odds with his family from the moment he was born. Since then,
Xie Lishen's relationship with the family has faded.

Later, when Xie Ping and his wife died, Xie Lishen did not even attend the
funeral, and even ran back to the Xie family when Xie Qingcheng was in a
state of distress, stealing 30,000 yuan of emergency money that Xie Ping
had hidden in a five-drawer cupboard. The jade pendant, which was Zhou
Muying's favourite piece of jade during his lifetime, was smashed in half
on the floor by .......

Xie Qingcheng reported the crime, but never expected to see the 'culprit'
at the police station, a bemused Xie Lishen.

Xie Qingcheng says: "...... Do you know what you are doing!"

Xie Lishen said, "Of course I know that all this should have belonged to my
dad, it was your dad who took the money that belonged to my dad and it
was you who took the life that belonged to me."

Xie Qingcheng was so exhausted that he barely had the strength to argue
with Xie Lishen.

The last thing he asked Xie Lishen was, " Xie Lishen, you're a fucking
animal ...... What have we done to you all these years?"

Xie Lishen was quiet for a few seconds before replying, "You took what
was rightfully mine and then came back to give it to me, and you want to
talk to me about treating me poorly or not?"

"It was your mother who did the wrong thing in the first place-"

"My mother was merely pursuing her own happiness."

"...... You shouldn't think like that, you shouldn't become like her."

Xie Lishen staring at Xie Qingcheng, peach blossom eyes against peach
blossom eyes.
Xie Lishen said: " Xie Qingcheng, my path, I will choose my own, I even if I
am a true villain, but not to be a hypocrite like you. You wait for me,
whether it takes ten years, twenty years ...... one day, I will make what
you have into what I have, what Xie Ping took from my parents and didn't
return, later, I will come and get it myself! I will make you taste what it is
like to have everything you have taken away from you. When the time
comes to have mercy on you or not, it will be up to me."

"......"

"We'll see about that, cousin."

Before I knew it, several cigarettes had been smoked out.

Xie Qingcheng thought about all the things that had happened back then,
raised his hand to support his temples and took a deep breath, only to feel
a headache that felt like it was going to split open.

He got up, ready to take a pill and go to bed, however, at that moment,
the phone suddenly rang.

The caller was a complete stranger.

Xie Qingcheng picked up, "Hello."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a familiar low, magnetic,
slow voice.

" Mr. Xie ."

The pain in the side of Xie Qingcheng's forehead became more

pronounced, with a slight dizziness that made him breathless, as He Yu's
voice was on the other end of the line.

"...... What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, just thinking about it, I offended you a bit today at the cafe.
Although I just didn't want you to put your hands on my people, ......" He
Yu smiled soberly, "Thinking about that arm of yours, I think it's still
wounded. ...... was once injured trying to save me."

"......"
"Give me a chance to apologize." He Yu said, "Next weekend, get together
for dinner?"

Xie Qingcheng held back a headache: "It's not necessary."

"I was under the impression that you weren't that careful." He Yu smiled,
"Won't even give me a chance to reconcile?"

Before Xie Qingcheng could answer, he added, "You don't have to answer
me right away, you have a few days before the weekend to think about it.
Maybe in the process I'd like to reveal to you some of the secrets that
have happened in the last two or three years?"

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"That'll do for now then." He Yu smiled up, "I'll send you the address and
I'll be waiting for you at that place on the weekend whether you come or
not."

He has a lovely voice, which gradually takes on a slightly compulsive

quality as he gets older.

"I hope we can, see each other again."

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Chapter 199 - Hurting each other

Xie Qingcheng had no intention of going to the appointment, but He Yu
took Nha Nha away with him.

The nursery teacher was completely unaware of the seriousness of the

problem: "We all knew it was your friend, we had read the papers and
knew he was a former naval hero, so when he drove up to pick up Bud, I
let him take the child."

The teacher stroked her hair, "Is there a problem?"

Xie Qingcheng's face was sombre: "...... I ask you not to give the child to
any of my friends in future."
"But that's a hero ......" the teacher was aggrieved, "I'll be sure to check
with parents for the others ......"

Xie Qingcheng was thinking that he would write a letter of complaint to

the headmaster of the kindergarten when it was over, but he walked out
of the kindergarten without looking back and dialled the unknown number
he had spoken to at the door.

After waiting for the phone to ring three times, the call was answered.

"Hello."

" He Yu ." What Xie Qingcheng can't stand is the act of blackmailing
people with their children, "What do you mean by that."

He Yu laughed lightly, "Oh, I just saw Bud as cute and wanted to invite her
to my place for a visit."

"If you have anything to say or do you can just come to me, leave her
alone."

"...... Do you really think I'm some kind of criminal?" He Yu lightly said, "I
said, I just want to invite her to be my guest, no other intention."

"......"

"Besides what could I possibly want in a two year old child? She's
worthless to me, so if you're really worried, just come and get her."

Xie Qingcheng: "...... Give me half an hour, I'll go to the address you sent
me to."

Twenty minutes later, Xie Qingcheng was speeding to the spot where they
had agreed to meet.

When we arrived, we realised that it was an area of luxurious residences,

and after entering the park, we had to drive across a large artificial lake
and lawn to reach the residential area, a drive that took nearly 15
minutes.

When Xie Qingcheng arrives at the door of He Yu's villa, He Yu's newly
hired butler is already waiting at the door.
" Mr. Xie, please come with me."

The villa is bigger than the previous one owned by the He family, pure
English style, and there are even two racehorses, one black and one
white, on the private lawn opposite the front door.

The butler explained the architecture of the villa to Xie Qingcheng, but Xie
Qingcheng didn't care to hear about it and asked him to take him straight
to Buds. The butler smiled, politely respected Xie Qingcheng's wishes and,
without further detours, led him straight to one of the guest suites on the
third floor.

The door opened and as soon as he walked in, Xie Qingcheng saw his
niece lying on a big bed covered with soft woolen blankets and he
immediately went over to her: "Nha Nha."

"...... Well ......" the little girl woke up from her sleep with a big yawn and
some cake crumbs on her mouth, she giggled as soon as she saw Xie
Qingcheng She giggled as soon as she saw Xie Qingcheng, "Uncle
seized ......"

Xie Qingcheng sighed with relief and hurriedly lifted her from the bed.

"Why did you go home with a stranger? Did anything happen? Did
someone bully you?"

He asked so many questions that the little girl couldn't even remember
them, not to mention not being able to answer them. She looked at Xie
Qingcheng in a daze for a while before she said in a milky voice: "No, the
good-looking big brother played with me, gave me seven good snacks and
told me the story ...... about Nicky the Fox and... ...the story of a little
rabbit ......"

"Then why are you asleep?"

Bud froze for a moment, struggling to remember, and remembered, "The

former department of the bunny few is sleepy listening."

"......"

"What about big brother?"

"Big brother ......" Bud tried to think for a moment longer, "...... seems to
say to take off the words."

"Answer the phone?"

"Uh-huh."

At that moment a man's voice suddenly came from behind him, "...... Mr.
Xie, it seems that you really thought I would do something to her. Did
you?"

Xie Qingcheng hugged Bud and immediately turned back.

The butler had left with good sense, and He Yu stood alone in the heavy
walnut doorway of the guest room, dressed in elaborate formal wear,
looking at him blandly.

In fact, He Yu had already arrived when Xie Qingcheng entered the room,
he had an impromptu conference call, but it wasn't too important.

As Xie Qingcheng leaned over to the bed to carry the baby, He Yu came
downstairs with a message from the housekeeper and caught the scene in
his eyes.

He should have said something at once, but he found his eyes longing to
see the scene for longer, so his mouth and brain naturally joined in and he
kept quiet.

He leaned against the door frame and watched Xie Qingcheng's tall, erect
figure half propped up on the snow-white blanket-covered bed, his back
slightly arched, still as smooth as he remembered. The line tapered down
to the side of his narrow waist, which was still so thin, so strong and
lean ......

So pretty.

He wanted to.

It throbs between my fingers and I want to hold it as hard as I did before.

He knew that his desire for Xie Qingcheng simply continued unabated,
and although his words were indifferent, just watching Xie Qingcheng
bend down to carry the baby from the bed made his innermost being
restless and unbearable.

I'm afraid no one but himself could believe that the only thing he wanted
to do at this moment was to walk over from behind and press the
unresponsive Xie Qingcheng between the pillows - didn't he like children?

Fine, if Xie Qingcheng can conceive, he can make him pregnant tonight.
He wouldn't mind making Xie Qingcheng pregnant many times.

By the time he watched Xie Qingcheng pick up Nha Nha and stand by the
bed to coax the baby, the dark lust in his heart became even more frantic.

Because Xie Qingcheng had an aura about him that could have killed He
Yu when he took Bud, he looked so saintly, so saintly that one wanted to
destroy him, he was so serious, so serious that one longed to see him lose
control, and he was so tough, so tough that one just wanted to see him
with confused eyes and a broken expression... ...

He Yu finally called out to him because he was worried that if he

continued like this, he would really do something worse than a beast.

He loves his face nowadays.

He doesn't want to go through with it yet.

Xie Qingcheng looked back at him at the sound of his voice and didn't say
anything, but Bud smiled first, "Big brother ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "Call him Mr. He."

Bud: "Well ...... why?"

"......"

"It's okay, just call me brother." He Yu slowly walked over and stopped in
front of Xie Qingcheng, but his eyes were on Wei Mengya, "How was it, did
you have fun at your brother's place?"

"Happy!"
"Then later ...... if you get a chance, brother will come and pick you up
again to play."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Xie Qingcheng's face instantly sank: " He Yu, what do you mean."

"Wanted to have a forgotten friend." He Yu smiled, then looked at his

watch, "It's getting late, let's have dinner before we go?"

"No need."

"You shouldn't have turned me down." He Yu smiled gently, "After all, Bud
likes my place so much that he might come back often in the future."

"...... He Yu, you don't even care about the Wei family anymore do you."

He Yu lifted his eyes, "Congratulations, you finally read me."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Mr. Xie, it's only a meal, so for the sake of our friendship, I'd like to ask
you to do me a favour." He Yu said, "Please do."

He Yu arranged a private family dinner with a chef from a reputable old-

fashioned restaurant to cook at his home, and the dishes were delivered
to the villa in a small banquet room.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng were left alone in the private room. He Yu and
Xie Qingcheng were the only two people left in the private room.

The dishes are served one by one.

Sweet and sour lotus root pancake, spicy hot pot, stewed snow pear with
rock sugar, jelly bunnies ......, where the chef would have made something
more elaborate, but the dishes served were all simple.

There was even Yang Zhou fried rice with lots of prawns and dumplings
stuffed with fresh meat and asparagus.
The dumplings are tightly trapped in secrecy - a table where only the two
people sitting opposite each other understand the meaning.

Soon, the table was filled with dishes that seemed to remind them of their
past.

He Yu himself got up, poured a glass of red wine for Xie Qingcheng and
raised his glass: "It's been a long time since we've had a meal together
like this. I wonder if you still remember all these dishes."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"The other day when you and An Dongni were arguing, I went up to help
him, so don't be offended." He Yu said, "He couldn't beat you, and now
he's one of mine, so I have to look after him."

Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes. The day he heard He Yu say that in the
café, he had already felt a sting in his ears, and now that he had heard it
again, his eardrums ached, and so did his heart.

But never one to lose his poise, he said coolly, "I know."

It's not necessary to say it so many times when you know it's your guy.

He Yu folded his fingers and looked at him, "What did An Dongni say to
you then?"

Xie Qingcheng was reluctant to talk about it, so he said, "Something from
the past."

He Yu: "That's true, he is your cousin after all."

"When did you learn that he and I were related."

"When I was in Australia." He Yu says, "Slowly, it became clear that you

were alike."

Xie Qingcheng is silent.

felt like it, so it took its place completely.

And He Yu once told him so earnestly that he was irreplaceable and that
he would love him every second ...... Perhaps it was because he had killed
the old He Yu with his own hands that it had all changed.

Xie Lishen said he would one day take Xie Qingcheng's most precious
possessions.

He had finally gotten his long-cherished wish.

"Try the iced sugar snow pear." He Yu saw that he didn't say anything and
pushed the snow pear soup to him, "The chef made it, it should taste
good."

When they parted three years ago, He Yu gave him a cup of snow pear
with rock sugar, but Xie Qingcheng did not drink it and said goodbye to He
Yu.

Now this cup of snow pear seems like a return of an old love from three
years ago.

But when he opens the delicate porcelain pot and sees the pears boiled in
a delicate way, he knows that it is just a dish.

It was beautiful, but no longer had the same depth of feeling that the
teenager had boiled into it.

Xie Qingcheng, unwilling to appear vulnerable, slowly, under He Yu's

watchful eye, eats the iced snow pear bit by bit - Chuanbei is very bitter,
and this is a dead end that no amount of iced sugar in a cup can solve.

Xie Qingcheng finished eating, put down his spoon, raised his eyes and
looked at the young man opposite him, " He Yu, I have no personal
agenda, but I think I should tell you that this Xie Lishen person will not
treat you with sincerity."

Who knows He Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What

sincerity? ...... I don't need any sincerity from him."

"......"

"All he has to do is show me what he can do to make me feel comfortable.

How much is sincerity worth? I used to treat people with sincerity and I
didn't see any good coming out of it."
"......"

"I'm doing well now, I don't feel alone in his company. Like I said, I was too
young to see it when I used to obsess over you."

Xie Qingcheng swirls the wine in his glass and drops his eyelashes without
making a sound.

He did not know why He Yu had invited him to this meal, and if it was just
to talk about these things, then he knew enough already. Xie Qingcheng
could hardly feel anything but humiliation and sarcasm when he was
hammered several times like this.

He Yu is so disgusted with him that he is so obsessed with watching him

lose his cool in front of him, watching him break down emotionally and
show his vulnerable face.

Xie Qingcheng feels bored and bored.

Finally he didn't want to force himself to do anything else, pushed the

dishes away and got up.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him without much expression, "I want to go

back."

"Why."

"It's not a fun meal. Do you think it's interesting?"

He Yu looked at him, not missing a single look on his face.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone, which had been left on
the table, suddenly rang.

He Yu glanced at the caller ID person.

--

" Chen Man ".

He Yu slowly raised his eyes and smiled slightly, a smile that could not be
described as peaceful or dangerous: "Actually, that's why you're in such a
hurry to leave, isn't it, Mr. Xie? -- Mr. Xie is in a hurry to meet your Chen
Yan Mr. Chen for the next show?"

Chen Man's phone call was an accident, but Xie Qingcheng and He Yu
looked at each other and suddenly felt very reluctant to tell the truth.

He Yu is entangled with Xie Lishen, and he refuses to be left decaying and

alone, lest it seem to He Yu as if he is clinging to someone - he does not
want to be so miserable.

Xie Qingcheng then did not answer.

"......" He didn't say anything, He Yu took it as his acquiescence, so those

almond eyes were suddenly as deep as an ocean, you couldn't see the
bottom, "...... are you now with him now?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "This is a personal matter for me."

For a moment after these words, Xie Qingcheng felt as if he saw anger
rising in He Yu's eyes, but He Yu then turned his eyes away and stared at
the table decorations for a moment before lifting the wine and shaking the
blood that remained in it.

The young man drank the wine like blood and drained it in one go.

Then put down your glass.

"Then I really have to congratulate you. At your age you're still able to find
a young man of Chen Gongzi's condition to fall in love with." He Yu raised
his eyes again, already smiling, " Chen Yan really has a strong taste, look
at you, you're already four years old and still a cripple, your face is
haggard and withered, Mr. Xie, won't he find it appalling when he kisses
you?"

At this point in the conversation, there was no room for Xie Qingcheng to
retreat, and he became increasingly silent, pursing his lips.

He Yu continued, "You actually surprised me too. I remember that you

used to be unable to accept the same sex in any way, and you were still
aloof. How come you've changed so much in the past two years."
Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Seeing that he was still silent, He Yu's eyes were cold and the sarcasm in
his smile deepened, and he actually even lost his poise: "Did I train you
too well before, so that you can't even function without a man for a day?
Just a harmless little rabbit like Mr. Chen, can he make you feel satisfied?
Can he make you happy? ...... ridiculous, you really are not picky when
you are older, you can make do with anyone, don't you find him useless
and uninteresting?"

Xie Qingcheng looks at He Yu with a smile on his face, but in reality he is

very out of shape.

Halfway through, he said, " He Yu ."

"What?"

"I would have thought you would have been a little more gracious."

"......"

Xie Qingcheng lowered his eyelashes, took his jacket, buttoned it

carefully, and finally said to the young man sitting over there with his
glass in his hand, looking uncertain, "Goodbye."

Turn around and leave.

He Yu didn't stop him this time, and after he left, He Yu couldn't hide his
anger any longer. He smashed his glass with a snap, spilling wine all over
the table, and the tablecloth was torn off, and the banquet table, which
had barely moved, fell to the ground.

...... Xie Qingcheng He ......

He was with Chen Man!

How dare he ...... how can he?!!!

He Yu was unable to get to know Xie Qingcheng due to various restrictions

in Australia, but after he returned to China, he could not resist making a
trip to Strange Rain Lane on his own when Xie Qingcheng was not at
home.
Xie Qingcheng's house is not for the faint-hearted, so He Yu easily enters,
standing in the small, unlit room, looking around him, greedily breathing
in the smell of Xie Qingcheng in the air.

He saw the books on his desk, the clothes on his bed, the medicine by the
tea table ......

Everything was just as it had been before, and the years that had passed
seemed to have never passed.

He hadn't seen anything related to Chen Man at that time, nor had he
seen any signs of a woman's life, so he felt slightly better. But now Xie
Qingcheng is saying himself that he is really trying to get involved with
Chen Man.

How far did they get in their relationship?

Holding hands? Kissing? ...... Getting laid?

The last image, He Yu could no longer bear to think about it for just a
slight moment. He kicked over the table in a rage and left the private
room with a sullen grimace, heading for his bedroom as the values on a
monitoring pendant attached to his chest began to spike rapidly; the
pendant was the same type of device as the bracelet Xie Qingcheng had
given him back then, but the bracelet had been scrapped after the
shipwreck and the pendant was now used by An Dongni to monitor his
emotions.

He Yu's mobile phone rings as the locket's indicator light flashes

completely red.

"What's going on with you He Yu?" An Dongni's voice came through, "Why
did you suddenly lose your temper? I'll be right over. ......"

"No need." He Yu leaned back and lowered himself onto the large bed in
the bedroom, panting, "Let me ask you, the last time you met with Xie
Qingcheng, what did you say to him?"

"...... Nothing, just some things we used to do." An Dongni staggered the
conversation, "How are you now? Do you have any medicine around? Or
I'll hypnotize you right away ......"
"I said it." He Yu gritted his teeth, "I don't need you to be in charge."

"......"

"You leave me alone for a while."

He said, hung up and tossed the phone aside.

There was a madness raging in his chest, his chest ribs and flesh barely
able to lock it in place. His ears kept reverberating with the fact that Xie
Qingcheng had just admitted that he was trying to have an affair with
Chen Man, and jealousy made his face a little grim, the pain of seeking
but not receiving swelling his selfish desires and his heart.

His Xie Qingcheng.

Has his person ...... become Chen Man?

He Yu rolled over violently, one hand hammering heavily first against the
bedpan, then gripping the messy bedding, but unable to grasp the hand
that would once have been intertwined with his ten fingers.

He thought of Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows, his nose, his lips ...... and all the
love and hate and joy they had experienced.

Have those become Chen Man's?!

His mind was completely torn apart by jealousy, his chest heaving
violently as he thought of Xie Qingcheng and touched the source of his
heart's fire to relieve the feelings that were almost tearing him apart.

He hated ...... it so much that he gnashed his teeth and his liver.

Xie Qingcheng ......

" Xie Qingcheng ......!" His fingertips rolled, his throat sank into a murmur
of hatred and desire tumbling and tangling in his chest as he called his
name, his eyes already scarlet under his scattered forehead hair.

The man who was called was unaware of He Yu's feelings and hatred, he
had already gotten into a taxi, reported his meeting place with Chen Man
and sped away.
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What the author has to say.

He Yu looks at Xie Qingcheng and bud, like a young husband looking at his
new wife with a child. He could have had his wife and child in a hot bed.

It turns out that the wife is suspected to have run off with someone else.

Oh, no wonder this young husband lost his temper like this .........

Bud: Uncle He! I want to hear Brother He tell the story of Nicky Fox and
Bunny! Can you guys please stop arguing ......T T

Chapter 200 - And against you

Chen Man called Xie Qingcheng because a new variant of Obedient 2 had
appeared.

"This time Mandela's organisation has gone even further than before." The
meeting place was the Mayo Private Hospital.

Chen Man waited for him at the door, explaining to Xie Qingcheng as he
went, "The previous Obedient 2 deception was on cancer patients, which
was bad, but the population that fell for it was very limited, and the test
sample was probably not too large for Duan Wen and the others."

"What about this time?"

"This is the latest victim of biochemical testing." Chen Man led him to the
laboratory on the top floor, where the sight before him made Xie
Qingcheng's heart sink hard.

A dozen young girls, some of whom appear to be high school students, are
lying in the laboratory. Their bodies were full of tubes, and a large group
of staff, including the director, were administering special biochemical
resuscitation to them.

Xie Qingcheng immediately asked Chen Man: "What's going on?"

"This time, Duan Wen and the others took advantage of the young girls'
desire to look beautiful." Chen Man's stern face showed that he was
furious as he said, "From our findings this time, this batch of experiments,
he started laying the groundwork six months ago. He saw that some
medical beauty institutions nowadays, in order to make money by any
means possible, use weblebrities, soft/written narratives about their own
beauty journey, constantly going to infiltrate appearance anxiety ......
what A4 waist, collarbone cleavage that can feed fish, Barbie girl face ......
then big data precision placement beauty advertising to attract people
eager to become beautiful to ask for medical advice."

"Being beautiful is a normal human pursuit, and everyone wants to be

better. The original purpose of medical aesthetics was to make life better
for those who had a flawed appearance - for example, those who had
been injured and disfigured. But with the lust of capital, the industry has
now become more and more insane as it continues to brainwash society
about aesthetics, telling them that only girlishness is the most beautiful,
that only big eyes and high noses can be loved, and that people are
becoming more and more narrow-minded in their judgement of
beauty ......"

Chen Man speaks as he and Xie Qingcheng walk past the treatment barns.

Everywhere you look, there is a shocking sight of blood.

The files held by the medical staff all had the previous appearance of
these girls who had been disfigured.

Xie Qingcheng stopped in front of one of the treatment bins, where the
director was.

He greeted the dean and took the file folder that had been set aside for a
closer look.

The photo shows a little girl with a garlic nose and single eyelids, but she
looks so cute smiling for the camera that Xie Qingcheng doesn't think she
has anything to change about herself.

"This girl wanted a full face-lift plus liposuction autoinjections because the
boy she liked said she was too ugly with small eyes, a flat nose and
underdeveloped breasts."

"She didn't have to hurt herself for such a scumbag." Xie Qingcheng says,
"It's not her who should see a doctor, it's the boy."
"...... Not every girl has a brother like you." The dean sighed and gave Xie
Qingcheng a chance to look through her medical records, "Autologous fat
injection is a challenging job that requires a precise dose to be injected
into multiple tunnels at the same time; if too much is inadvertently
injected, the patient can suffer extensive skin necrosis, and a bad post-
operative outcome can result in her having to have her whole/breasts
removed, or even killed. "

But human life is only life in the eyes of fellow human beings who are also
human, and this society is full of ghosts in human skin.

It is because of the presence of these ghosts that so much fanatical action

is taken, by any means necessary.

It seems no big deal for ghosts to look at people as people look at

livestock, taking the lives of those who live at will in order to satisfy some
of their own desires and purposes.

Chen Man says: "The horror doesn't stop there. Profits give rise to chaos,
with unregulated beauty salons everywhere, staff trained only in chicken
legs daring to give stitches to patients, and obscure import channels for
instruments and drugs ...... all of which give black drug dealers like Duan
Wen the opportunity to take advantage."

"Are you saying that Duan Wen is mixing experimental drugs into the
unregulated medical beauty market this time, so that these beauty-
seeking children can unwittingly become his human test subjects?"

Chen Man: "That's it."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

This is really getting bottomless.

Duan Wen These people, in order to reach the pinnacle of scientific

research they aspire to, keep trampling on human lives, on the law, on
dignity and on one dream after another ......

There doesn't seem to be anything left in the world that they can't do.

"How many people are affected?"

"Based on the interceptions so far, it is expected to be no less than 300."
Chen Man said, "This is already because the Dream Breakers got the
information in time and intercepted the drugs before they reached the
market on a large scale. Otherwise, given the speed of the flow of
customers for medical beauty, I'm afraid the victims would have exceeded
10,000. But so far they have only had time to use it for two days at a few
fixed points, which is unfortunate in the extreme."

Xie Qingcheng: "........."

Chen Man ： " Xie Qingcheng ， Breaking Dreams asked you to come over
this time because they want you to help us develop a cure for these
victims as soon as possible. They know you spent three years in the US
and have heard that you have been in their labs and learned a lot during
those three years, so ......"

Chen Man said this and looked sideways at Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng looks haggard and anyone can see that his own health is
still very poor.

"......" Chen Man's heart softened as the words the organization had told
him to say were cut away from him, and he couldn't help but say, "...... As
soon as you come back and let you do so much, can you bear it?"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes stared unblinkingly at the young girl submerged in

the hamper.

She should have had a confident and healthy flowering season ......

" Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng responded, saying, "I'm a doctor and a researcher."

He finally withdrew his gaze from the healing bin and fell upon Chen Man.

Even with the light extinguished in his eyes, there was still power in his
face that came from within.

"It's my job. I do."

After Chen Man and Xie Qingcheng had finished talking about the
situation, he accompanied Xie Qingcheng downstairs.
In the lift, Xie Qingcheng said to Chen Man, "Duan Wen is too ambitious
and as long as he is not caught, these things will not stop."

"But it's not easy to catch him." Chen Man was frustrated, and after a
pause, asked Xie Qingcheng, " Has He Yu approached you recently?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng didn't answer the question directly, but said, "I don't
have anything to do with him anymore."

"I really don't know what has happened to him in the last three years that
he would do anything for Duan Wen."

Xie Qingcheng did not answer.

Chen Man: "He is in the light and Duan Wen is in the dark, but this man in
the light is actually harder for us to deal with than the man in the dark,
because his hands look clean and no one can do anything to him. So Xie
Qingcheng, you must be careful. He's too smart ...... not many people can
play him."

Xie Qingcheng: "I know."

The lift is here.

Nga Nga is still waiting in the parlour on the ground floor of the hospital,
playing with a little jellyfish toy given to her by the nurse.

"Uncle hug."

Xie Qingcheng picks her up naturally.

"Go home."

"Good ...... ah-choo!"

Chen Man said, "It's late at night and it's cold outside, Xie Qingcheng,
please put this coat on Nha Nha. Children catch colds easily, so be careful
of letting her catch the wind chill."

With that he took off his coat and handed it to Xie Qingcheng. Xie
Qingcheng thanked him, hailed a car and got into a taxi.
He Yu was sitting in the car, watching Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man
behaving so intimately, his expression becoming more and more
depressed, his eyes pulling bloodshot threads like cobwebs.

From that day onwards, Xie Qingcheng became even busier.

But when he had something to do, he was in better spirits than when he
was idle, and with the dean and the others keeping an eye on his
medication in the aesthetic laboratory, he didn't look too tired.

Xie Qingcheng is now an important base for the Dream Breakers, with
strict security checks in and out and no non-essential personnel allowed
in.

"I've brought you guys lunch."

Chen Man is now the main protector and pick-up person on the Meiyu
side, and he hangs around almost every day.

A few of the researchers saw the intentions of Mr. Chen clearly, and in
order to flatter him, so they sometimes flirted with him.

"Wow, Mr. Chen, you never took care of the food before, why did you even
take care of three meals once Professor Xie came to clock in?"

"Oh my God, it's still a customised set menu from that new Netflix
restaurant, we're getting treated by leaps and bounds."

"It's all thanks to Professor Tse."

Chen Man was happy to hear this, but then he scolded them, "You're poor,
you can't even fill your mouths with food, I'm not making anything special,
I've been good to you before."

With that, he grabbed a box of well-balanced, colourful and flavourful

lunch and came over to Xie Qingcheng to have lunch with him.

This went on for over two months.

For work reasons, Xie Qingcheng meets Chen Man almost every day and
sometimes goes home together because they are on the same route.
He Yu saw all this from the shadows and felt more and more tormented.

Two months later, the MeiYu laboratory developed a batch of the drug
that could effectively treat Obedient 2. After a wild ride, the laboratory
decided to immediately send this drug to an auditing/approval body for
testing and verification.

In fact, since the outbreak of the problem with Obedient 2, many

technology companies in the community have been working on
therapeutic drugs for this.

These companies only know one thing, they know very little about the
retrospective origin of Obedient 2's disease, so despite the fact that the
review/approval bodies have been receiving one drug after another for
submission/review, they have not given any company a pass.

But just because no company has passed yet doesn't mean there won't be
a dark/horse kill, and they have to hurry.

The approval agency in Shanghai is made up of a group of very stubborn

old scientists who put the results of their research at the top of their list
and only look at whether the drug is reliable or not, an existence that is
relatively independent of the bureaucracy. If a therapeutic drug developed
by Meiyu is to be officially launched into the market as soon as possible, it
must be approved/approved by this body, and it must be one of the first.

"The first one to pass will get the greatest technical support, media
publicity, and a head start in the hearts of the masses." Chen Man said,
"We can't wait, next Monday, I've managed to mention the fastest
appointment possible, just the following Monday, we'll go to the Huzhou
Research Centre building for the presentation of the new drug."

The staff inside the laboratory, despite their exhaustion, had eyes full of
excitement and everyone even joined in applauding Officer Chen who was
giving them an escort.

Chen Man said, "I need to pick a few people to form a best-fit reporting
team. I hope you can all cooperate as much as possible."

Officer Chen is being polite, everyone knows that Chen Man takes his work
seriously and is fair, and there will be no problems with the teams he puts
together.
The team for Monday's conference was quickly selected and naturally, Xie
Qingcheng, one of the main R&D team members, was among them and
was scheduled to be the main speaker.

Chen Man discussed the details of the day with them and was halfway
through the conversation when his mobile phone suddenly rang.

He looked down and saw that it was his grandfather on the phone and
immediately went out to answer it.

Within a few minutes, Chen Man returned to the laboratory, but his face
had turned a little ugly.

"What's wrong Officer Chan?"

"...... What's wrong?" Xie Qingcheng also looked at him.

Chen Man took a deep breath and said, "My grandfather just called to say
that another company is also joining us on Monday for a presentation on a
new drug, and that they have also developed a batch of therapeutic drugs
that are said to be very effective."

"How is that possible?" A researcher said in surprise, "If we didn't know

the background of rn-13, there is no way we could have developed a
potent drug in such a short time, unless ......"

"It's this unless."

Chen Man said with a sullen face, "The filing company that is competing
with us is called Xin He Technology ...... aka, He Yu's cross-border
company."

--------------------

Chapter 201 - I'll do the dirty

tricks too
"!!!"

The crowd was stunned.

" He Yu ?!"

"Isn't he ...... Duan Wen's man? How can you give him a chance ......"

"He developed this cure, isn't it a cat treating a rat? There must be
another purpose. ......"

Amidst the confusion, Chen Man shook his head: "There's no way out. He
Yu is one of Duan Wen's men, but we all know in our hearts that the two
of them have been doing a good job of cutting evidence, and not
everyone at the top believes them. He Yu also has his own backers, and
he has also found very strong connections for this trial/approval. Even my
grandfather couldn't get him disqualified."

Here he spoke, and sighed.

His eyes swept over the research team one by one, finally landing on Xie
Qingcheng's face: "But I know we won't let him get away with it, we'll take
the project in the end. We can take it on merit."

Chen Man said, looking again at everyone.

"I trust you guys. This project, we can't let it fall into the hands of He
Pharma."

Early on the day of the new drug presentation, a large number of

journalists had already gathered outside the building of the Huzhou
Research Centre.

Like an untimely bomb, the victims of follower 2 have caused a great deal
of fear in the community for some time now. Everyone is looking forward
to a cure for the patients. Both teams attending today's conference are
looking forward to it.

He Yu's research team is also in the spotlight. He Yu's research team is

also in the limelight.

This is He Yu's first time back in the family business, and despite the fact
that He's Pharmaceuticals was a criminal enterprise at the hands of Wei
Rong, He Yu is not her biological son, and even helped the police single-
handedly overthrow the criminal empire Wei Rong had built, so there is
considerable goodwill and curiosity about the business He Yu has rebuilt.

The meeting will officially start at 10am, before which both teams are
waiting in the lounge of the research building.

"I just saw those guys of theirs." MeiYu's youngest lad, XiaoGuo, returned
from a trip to the toilet, and mysteriously told his mates, "In lounge 3, still
discussing the safety of their drugs ...... oh yeah."

Xiao Wu tapped his head and said to Xie Qingcheng, "There's a man in
their company who looks a bit like you, Professor Xie! He seems to be
their lecturer!"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... you drink some milk to settle your mind, don't make
a fuss."

He didn't expect An Dongni to be there.

He Yu, with their new drug, must have a purpose other than to cure the
disease. This time, he could not let them get away with it no matter what.

"Knock, knock, knock." Just then, there was a knock on the door behind
them.

There was a moment of silence as the people of Mayfair turned back.

It was He Yu.

Mr. He, still in his shirt and formal attire, stood there well-dressed, smiling
soberly, "Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to have a few words with your
Professor Xie alone."

Chen Man immediately steps forward, no longer at the mercy of He Yu

after nearly three years, his aura has risen along with the rank on his
shoulder.

"He's not available. Talk to me if you have anything, I'm the head of this
project for American Education."

He Yu lowered his eyelids, his smile not falling but turning cold: "How
much do you know about scientific research, Officer Chen?"
"I only know the skinny, but the Old He board doesn't necessarily
understand as much as it should." Chen Man says, "It's enough to
communicate with you."

The atmosphere was at a fever pitch and everyone was staring at the two
of them, thinking that they might get into a fight in the next minute.

Who knew that He Yu finally gave a light laugh, "Just kidding, we are
competitors today, we don't talk about academic research. I came over
just to have a little personal chat with Professor Xie."

He said this while keeping a good eye on Chen Man.

"My knowledge of scientific research is shallow, but what about my

knowledge of Professor Xie is particularly ...... in-depth."

There is a clear ambiguity, even intimacy, in his words.

In the eyes that met Chen Man's, there was also a fierceness that no one
else could see.

"Do you want to talk on his behalf even for his personal matters, Officer
Chan?"

Chen Man: "What's not to like?"

He Yu's eyes grew colder and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, "On
what basis, because you're his boyfriend?"

Chen Man froze and didn't turn his head, "Man-"

Xie Qingcheng finally couldn't take it anymore, he got up and walked over
to him, interrupting He Yu's words that could have made him lose face at
any moment.

"Come on, what's the matter with you."

Chen Man eventually took He Yu's words as a mockery, and as he came

back to his senses, he took Xie Qingcheng's hand, "Brother, don't nag him
too much."
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to waste time on such matters and looked at
his watch, "The meeting starts in ten minutes, there won't be any
problems. You guys get your stuff ready first, I'll come straight up to the
conference room on the top floor to meet you later."

With that, they went with He Yu.

He Yu found another small lounge and closed the door.

"Go ahead." Xie Qingcheng said, "What personal matter do you have for
me."

He Yu's eyes lingered on Xie Qingcheng's wrist, where Chen Man had just
shaken it.

"Three years ago Chen Yan was a child, now he looks like a man." He Yu
said, stepping closer to Xie Qingcheng, breaking the normal social
distance and gazing down at him, his low voice close to his ear,
incomprehensible, "Who was the one who made him change so much?
Was it you, Xie Qingcheng?"

"......"

"You let yet another boy become a man in you?"

Xie Qingcheng thought that if He Yu came back to life, he would never be

angry again, no matter what he said, but he was wrong.

Xie Qingcheng is repeatedly killed and verbally humiliated by him.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes have finally frozen with a layer of frost.

"This has nothing to do with you, and if this is the personal matter you
want to talk to me about, then our conversation is over. Coming through."

With that, he pushes the door past He Yu and leaves.

But "Bang!" Before Xie Qingcheng could leave, he was suddenly pressed
against the door by He Yu.

"What are you doing?!"

He Yu's hand clutched Xie Qingcheng's wrist, the familiar delicate touch
burning a wild fire in his heart as he ran his fingers over and over the spot
where Chen Man had held it.

He then restrained Xie Qingcheng behind the door, his hot body slowly
moving closer to him, overpowering the man like a mountain.

So fragrant.

Such a cold, clear scent could only be found on Xie Qingcheng. He longed
to smell more, almost wanting to rip Xie Qingcheng's skin away and bite
into the flesh and blood that he loved and hated so much.

Kiss him and tear him apart.

Swallow him.

Xie Qingcheng struggled beneath his palm, his eyes becoming

increasingly hostile: "What the hell are you doing?

"...... Well ...... I didn't want anything, I just felt upset by the situation
today, and it reminded me again of that naval battle three years ago.
You're on Chen Man's side, on the opposite side of me." He Yu's hot
breath brushed against the back of Xie Qingcheng's ear, and whether
unintentionally or intentionally, his lips gently touched the very sensitive
back of Xie Qingcheng's ear.

"To be honest, I'm not very happy to see that." With a dark, shadowy
force, his hand slowly lifted Xie Qingcheng's hand up and pressed it
against the door panel, the hand that had been holding Xie Qingcheng's
wrist spreading out and folding tightly over the back of Xie Qingcheng's
slightly arched hand, changing it to a ten-finger interlocking position.

He Yu was close behind him, speaking softly and slowly, in a gesture as if

he were speaking of love: " Xie Qingcheng, I'm not as thin-skinned as you
are, and I don't want to be your rival until I have to be."

"Then you're out of there ......!"

"How is that possible?" He Yu said slowly, "As you know, this is my first
drug trial to force the market back home, and it's not enough that you
don't help me, you have to work against me, and it's not enough to work
against me, you have to persuade me to get out of the market
automatically ......"

He Yu laughed coldly and his voice behind Xie Qingcheng's ear was
indistinguishably cold or hot: "How protective are you of your new
husband? Your ex-husband doesn't recognize you anymore?"

Xie Qingcheng thinks he is really sick in the head, talking about such
unreliable things at this juncture.

What he doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching him and Chen Man
in and out of the shadows almost every day for the past two months. He
Yu thinks about all the charm behind the scenes, and is tormented by a
violent jealousy that makes his heart feel like it is being pecked out. Sixty
days of torture is enough to turn a normal person into a pervert, not to
mention the fact that He Yu is already a madman.

Xie Qingcheng struggled violently beneath him.

But He Yu interlocked his fingers with one hand and folded his other arm
behind his waist with the other: " Xie Qingcheng, you are so
insensitive ...... Do you know? I have let you off time and time again, but
you have provoked me again and again. You want to help Chen Yan, don't
you? No matter how many times you do it all over again, you're going to
side with him and fight against me, aren't you?"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You are both Duan Wen's man,
you and Xie Lishen, and you both came up with the antidote, how could I
possibly let you go public ...... that would be playing with people's lives."

"Oh, then you are a holy father." As He Yu listened to him, his hands
became even harder, almost dislocating Xie Qingcheng's arm, which was
suffering from an old disease.

Xie Qingcheng, unwilling to stifle a grunt despite the pain, tilts his head
back, panting noisily and slightly, his eyes confused.

He Yu took advantage of this and grabbed Xie Qingcheng's chin, twisted

his face around and...

"......!!!"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened suddenly.

He Yu suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

The kiss was extremely rough, fierce, plundering the air from his mouth as
if the dragon that had attacked the city had been unleashed to tangle with
him with abandon.

This kiss, after three years of absence, triggered a tsunami deep inside
both of them, as dusty memories violently broke free of the shackles of
time and the familiar scent of desire and desire came over them, causing
electricity to pass through their bodies, their scalps to tingle and their
eyes to blacken and dizziness. The fire wrapped around their bodies in an
instant, as if to burn them to ashes and then reunite them.

In the midst of this insanely passionate kiss, Xie Qingcheng suddenly feels
He Yu ferry him something that smells like candy and has a heavy rose
flavour in its mouth.

The candy was roughly pushed into Xie Qingcheng's throat by He Yu, who
forced him to swallow it straight down as he kissed the man in his arms,
and then kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips obsessively for a long time.

It was not until Xie Qingcheng slowed down and, using all his strength,
pushed him away violently.

"Ahem ......" Xie Qingcheng looked at him with a face like gold paper and
an extremely miserable colour, "What the fuck ...... did you give me to eat
What?"

He Yu's eyes are lowered and the blood from Xie Qingcheng's last bite is
still on his lips.

He licked the blood and ate it, laughing louder and louder, hovering
around ...... him as he raised his eyes unexpectedly, his eyes were mad.

"What did I give you to eat? That's the really good stuff, much harder than
developing Submissive 2." He Yu's blood-stained lips opened and closed
as he surveyed Xie Qingcheng, as if he were surveying the object in his
own palm, the precious object he could not crush, but was resigned to his
escape.

"The people on this ...... island call it a beast-taming pill. Of course it's not
just beasts that are tamed, it can also be people like you, Dr. Xie, who
refuse to obey and are thin-skinned." He Yu slowly straightened his
clothes and approached Xie Qingcheng once more, "You will be
increasingly uncomfortable and weak within four hours of taking this, and
every time you refute me or resist me, the effect of the medicine will be
nearly aggravated, and when it doubles its effect, it can already exceed
the original 59 degrees of plum... ...meaning ......"

He Yu stares into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, and he finally sees a long-lost

emotion of the living in Xie Qingcheng's eyes - he sees fear.

He Yu laughed out loud, "For the rest of the meeting, every time you
refute our statements or every time you try to outsmart our presentations,
you will suffer doubly, if not eventually break down completely."

"You-!"

"I don't want to see you helping Chen Yan against me again." He Yu said,
"For a while you just have to behave and nothing will happen. But as long
as you stick around to explain your medicine for Meiyu or question our
medicine, then ........."

He Yu kissed Xie Qingcheng gently behind the base of his ear and felt his
heart tremble infinitely as he felt Xie Qingcheng shudder violently.

"You're going to have a hard time with this, Dr. Shea."

" He Yu ......!"

"Baby, it's better to call my husband at this point." He Yu kissed him down
on the lips again, pulling away again before he could do anything.

After two months of heart-breaking, He Yu finally couldn't pretend to be

calm anymore.

His gaze was dark, obscure, sinister, and could even be described as
perverse.

He raised his hand and touched Xie Qingcheng's face.

"By the way, I remembered that this high tech drug also has a way to end
the torture early-" He Yu curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, smiling a
little cruelly, "Just ask and beg me. Just say ...... He Yu, please, I know I'm
wrong - and the pain will be over. It's a taming drug, so when you're
tamed, it naturally won't torture you."

He finished and opened the door to the lounge.

"The meeting starts in three minutes. Dr. Tse, please."

--------------------

Chapter 202 - To bring you into

my arms again
The presentations are taking place in a brightly lit top floor conference
room.

Two organisations have drawn lots to determine the order of presentation,

with He Yu's company being the first.

An Dongni, together with several colleagues, began a detailed

presentation of their drug. The presentations last for a long time and
require a number of people in the team to work together, with scientific
experts and competitors on stage ready to ask questions or challenge
them.

He Yu and his team had an inherent advantage, because Submissive 2

was originally developed by Duan Wen's Mandela organisation, and their
own medicine was solved by their own people.

Although Chen Man does not know much about the subject, his eyes
beneath his police cap scanned the faces of the audience and he knew
that An Dongni's presentation was almost flawless.

An Dongni responded perfectly to the questions posed by the Institute's

experts and the rebuttals provided by the Aesthetic Laboratory's
researchers.

Chen Man's frown grows tighter ......

Is there nothing to fault in their drug research?

"...... The above is a detailed explanation of the data we obtained." An
Dongni ended a speech with a smile and a graceful bow to the skeptic,
Xiao Wu.

He Yu sat on the stage and watched all this with a calm expression - he
knew what was going on inside An Dongni's mind at the moment.

Over the past three years, he had learned something of the cousins' past
from An Dongni. He understands how much An Dongni hates Xie
Qingcheng, and he fears that the lecture theatre has now become a stage
in An Dongni's eyes, a stage where there is no longer a prince playing the
piano, but where everything is in An Dongni's hands.

Until -

"Professor Ann, I have a question."

An Dongni's face changed.

The person whose expression also changed slightly at the sound of this
voice was He Yu.

He Yu looked towards the man who spoke with a hint of surprise, a hint of
admiration, and an endless supply of malice, hate ...... and profanity.

Xie Qingcheng leans back in his chair in the conference room, still holding
a pen that he has just finished checking on paper, his dark brow, his eyes
cold and quiet, reflecting the complex data on the large projection screen.

"I would like to ask you to explain how your company got the first data of
the third group."

The thin lips opened and closed, and the voice was not loud, but carried
steadily through the microphone pinned to his chest.

"The value is reasonable, but there doesn't seem to be any basis for
validation. It's like ......" Xie Qingcheng's questioning is like a sharp scalpel
to an obscure lesion.

"Someone told you guys this data in advance like."

The crowd froze for a moment, then one by one, people reacted, all taken
aback, and began to talk.

This value was so insignificant because it was so small and the interval
was so appropriate that no one noticed it and assumed it to be a correct
pre-existing condition that no longer needed to be argued. But when Xie
Qingcheng suddenly pointed this out, the researchers in the room focused
on this small, insignificant spy-like figure and noticed the difference.

"It's really not right ......"

"This makes it a complete hypothetical ......"

It is clear to anyone at MeiYu that this is in no way an uncritical

assumption, but rather because He Yu and the others are following the
equation given by Duan Wen as a solution, creating the illusion of an
argument for each value, but accidentally omitting this insignificant
number.

The result was discovered by Xie Qingcheng ......

An Dongni meets Xie Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes through the crowd,
his pupils flashing violently with hatred.

His face pales as he thinks fast about the answer and stares at Xie
Qingcheng's face.

At this moment, it was as if the sound of the piano in the cinema of

paradise, which had been a nightmare for him in his childhood, came back
to his ears ......

Xie Qingcheng again.

It's him again!

But now is not the time to discuss personal vendettas with Xie Qingcheng.
An Dongni quickly adjusts his facial muscles and puts on a carefully
crafted smile.

"This ...... was indeed an oversight on our part. This value was argued
when we conducted the initial test, but we forgot about it when we were
formally compiling the information. But please don't worry, it's just a small
value, I remember the whole argument and I can make additional proofs
right now."

An Dongni said, asking his assistant to come forward and help set up the
test rig.

"Professor Xie, you're amazing ......," Xiao Wu said gleefully from one side,
but when he turned his head, he suddenly saw Xie Qingcheng frowning
down, his face as pale as ice, and he seemed to become uncomfortable all
of a sudden.

"Professor Tse?"

"...... I'm fine." Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes again after a moment to look
at the lectern.

But a faint, fine sweat had begun to seep from his forehead.

What He Yu said is true ......

Just because he had refuted An Dongni's speech, the beast-taming pills He

Yu had given him had taken effect, and a sickly boil of blood was now
rising in him, spreading rapidly through his body like a poison.

The notebook he had spread out had a few more points listed as holes in
An Dongni's presentation. Xie Qingcheng bit his lower lip, whitened his
face and braced himself to push his notes to Xiao Wu.

"Can you understand all these points above?"

Little Five immediately looked at it and his eyes instantly widened:

"Wow ......"

"Just read it, and when Dr. An is done talking about what's going on now,
you can cough it up one by one ......!"

Xiao Wu was taken aback again, "Professor, are you, are you okay ......?"

"...... No, it's okay."

It seemed that the drug was indeed a black technology developed by the
madman, and it could work on him even if he was not personally defying
He Yu and the others, but merely having others act on his behalf.
Then there would be no point in letting Little Five speak.

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, stifled the painful ordeal and took a
breath.

"...... Forget it, it's fine, it's better if I just say it myself. I know better
myself ...... myself."

Xiao Wu tensed up, "But your face looks so wrong ...... or else, you'd
better go out and rest for a while? There's still us here."

Xie Qingcheng, however, shook his head and focused his attention,
shifting his eyes back to the big screen. He could still hold on ......

Xie Qingcheng's anomaly also caught the attention of Chen Man.

Chen Man: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

Xie Qingcheng: "...... hypoglycemia, a little while later."

Chen Man surveyed his face suspiciously and raised a hand to touch his
forehead.

When Chen Man touched his forehead, he shivered slightly and

immediately turned his face away.

"I said I'm fine, mind your own business." His eyes quenched with fire, he
rubbed the ice and gritted his teeth to brace himself.

The scene was no doubt in full view of He Yu.

He Yu, across the large conference table from him, gauges Xie
Qingcheng's reaction with a quirky, inscrutable look.

Within the whole report, he was the only one who knew what had
happened to Xie Qingcheng.

He gave him pills that could tame the most potent of living creatures,
made with his own blood, which only he could control well. In Australia,
the pills were used in He Yu's private training room, specifically to aid in
the manipulation of animals and the training of blood parasites.
But this rose flavored one was different, it was one he had re seasoned
during the two months that Xie Qingcheng had been in and out of the
room with Chen Man, and in addition to the control it had some special
effects that he wanted to work on Xie Qingcheng specifically. He hadn't
intended to use this tactic in this meeting ...... he hoped Xie Qingcheng
would back off. But Xie Qingcheng didn't ......

It was Xie Qingcheng who made him do it.

Now he finally gave it to him in order to stop Xie Qingcheng from getting
the first batch of drugs approved/approved on behalf of Chen Man.

He has plainly told Xie Qingcheng not to try to challenge, not to contradict
himself, otherwise this thing will take more and more control and the end
result will be to draw fire.

But Xie Qingcheng actually chose to do the job for Chen Man.

He still chose to endure, even if he lost face, to beat his opponent's

project ......

Is this man too righteous or too stupid?

Or ......

Too much care for his young master, Inspector Chan?

The tip of He Yu's tongue licked silently across the inside of his mouth, his
eyes unblinking and unchanging as he slyly surveyed Xie Qingcheng, as if
he was conditioning this stubborn, strong, one might even say stubborn
man with his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng ...... You have to go against me, don't you?

Even if you lose face and blood, you still have to protect him and your
boyfriend Chen Yan, don't you?

Jealousy burned in He Yu's heart, but looking at his stoicism, a perverse

desire for exclusivity also turned into a blaze that rose from his flesh and
blood.

Xie Qingcheng, in particular, glanced up at him as he was suffering.

The look that clearly meant unyielding, the toughness and coldness
between those brows, darkened He Yu's pupils.

Do you have to choose this path ...... Xie Qingcheng ?

Can you really afford it ......

An Dongni had finished his speech and was relieved to think it was over.

At that moment, Xie Qingcheng's eyes moved away from He Yu's face
and, slowly, fell on An Dongni.

He said, "Good. Let me ask you a second question."

He Yu: "......"

An Dongni: "......"

Xie Qingcheng identified a total of six points of doubt about He Yu's drug
development, and he didn't hold back, questioning each of them in a
concise and sharp manner, gradually pushing An Dongni out of his
dilemma.

Almost everyone felt that Xie Qingcheng's performance was too good to
be true, he was like a master of the art, hitting An Dongni right on the
head with every move he made - after all, how many people in China
could surpass him in the study of RN-13? He was the deepest victim, the
little-known first emperor.

"If you can't solve the problem with this variable." Xie Qingcheng coughed
softly, his voice a little hoarse and there was some shortness in his
breathing, but he did his best to suppress the pain of being controlled by
the blood compulsion without giving any indication that he was struggling,
"Then ...... Professor An, your twenty-seventh conclusion, too, is
untenable. "

An Dongni: "......"

"So so far in this medication manual you ...... have three points and
still ...... er ......! "
His rebuttal of the He Yu project was so powerful that it triggered yet
another control multiplier, the seventh in his ongoing challenge to An
Dongni.

Now the taming pills have had a far greater impact on him than the then
59 degrees of plum ......

The power was really too strong ...... Xie Qingcheng's eyes were forced
red and he closed his eyes, masking his inability to restrain a gasp of pain
as a soft cough.

"......" slowed down, he still persisted and continued to add raspingly,

"Professor An, you still haven't been able to argue these three points, and
if you can't make additional clarifications, then the drug you are approving
today is, in theory speaking, it is already ...... untenable and needs to
be ...... refined again."

An Dongni stands there frozen like a wall of mud with the paint off.

The Director of the Review/Approval Committee asked if he could add

anything on the spot, but the last points raised by Xie Qingcheng were
indeed like barbs to the heart and could never be salvaged in such a short
space of time.

An Dongni had to force a smile before saying, "...... Thank you Professor, if
my drug has reached perfection then I'm afraid it will be ready to go
straight to market. But we have already got so many valuable comments,
then if the preliminary/review is passed, we will soon be able to fix these
few minor problems. The organizing committee can trust us completely on
this."

The director also gave him a smile, which was quite kind, An Dongni was
right, as far as we can see, they have achieved eighty points in their drug
presentation, far surpassing those companies that came to test the waters
before, they can see that He is very sincere and extremely good at what
they do.

"Very well, then, good work Dr An Dongni. We already have a very

comprehensive understanding of your products."

The director looked at his watch and nearly two hours had passed.
He then rose and said, "The next session is a presentation from the
Aesthetic Research Unit and you will have a fifteen minute break before
we begin. Please be back here in fifteen minutes on time."

With that, he went up to An Dongni and gave him a friendly handshake

and a pat on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Xie Qingcheng took a breather, this interval was too important for him to
know that his speech was next and in his current condition he would have
found it difficult to stay up without relief.

He braced his slightly shaking body before the others had a chance to
speak to him, got up, endured the torture of fighting this perverse control
and headed for the bathroom.

But he hadn't taken two steps when He Yu suddenly caught up with him in
stride, and before Xie Qingcheng could react, he put his hand on his body.

"Professor Tse ......"

Xie Qingcheng, who was already straining to restrain his weakness,

reacted violently to He Yu's touch and pushed him away.

"What for you ......"

He Yu looks at him up close and realises that his forehead is covered in

fine sweat and his lips are trembling; he can hide his collapse, but he can't
stop the thin, lingering redness from seeping out from beneath his skin.

He Yu only felt the fire in his heart burning into a blaze of fire.

He really found it hard to believe that he had held back from touching him
since his return.

Because of the resentment in his heart, because of the resentment of

being surrendered, because of the ridiculous pride ...... he had thought of
trampling on everything Xie Qingcheng had to offer in front of him,
whether it was apologies or the past between them.
So he sneered and said things that didn't mean what he said, saying that
he didn't want Xie Qingcheng, but he was sarcastic and sour grapes like it
was boring.

The result was a foolish surrender of the treasure to Chen Man.

It was only at this moment that he realized that even if he wanted to take
revenge on Xie Qingcheng, he didn't have to push him away, he could
have destroyed all the efforts Xie Qingcheng had made for Chen Man.

He could have made Xie Qingcheng even more humiliated and made Chen
Man miserable ...... Yes, he didn't have to suppress himself at all. He
doesn't even want to care who Xie Qingcheng is with now, so what if he's
with Chen Man? He has no bottom line in this regard, even if he is so
depraved as to be obscene and cheating, he must be morally corrupt to
be with Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng is his ...... Xie Qingcheng was originally his!

He Yu's eyes were glowing with danger, but unfortunately Xie Qingcheng's
powers of discernment had deteriorated by this time and he did not notice
the strange look on the face of the gentleman beside him and did not take
any precautions.

He Yu suddenly approached him and said, "Professor, can you still speak
on stage later with this look on your face?"

"Don't bother, if I want to do it, I can do it." Xie Qingcheng grimaced

white.

"Is that so?" He Yu whispered in his ear, "How honorable, you are still so
dedicated."

Xie Qingcheng's gaze stabbed him so hard that he didn't even want to
expend the energy to curse, and in a daze he said, "What do you want?"

"You're not knowingly asking the question ......"

As more people came out of the venue to walk, buy coffee and go to the
bathroom, He Yu leaned closer to Xie Qingcheng and said in a voice that
sounded like a whisper, in a low voice, " Xie Qingcheng, you know that
refuting me would double the power of this, yet you still do it again and
again at the venue. the dream of love."
After a pause, he added, "However, I remember that Professor Xie you are
really quite ungrateful, always and Chen Gongzi a person should also be
tired, it is time to change the taste, then I will look at our former love,
reluctantly sacrifice the next meeting time ...... to find an empty office,
properly, and you to catch up with those old days. I'd like to find a free
office to catch up with you about the old days ......, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng said sternly, "Get out!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had fallen for He Yu.

He was already very weak, but He Yu's "okay" was rejected by him
without a second thought. He couldn't even stand for a moment, and he
leaned forward.

He Yu waited for this moment and opened his arms to hold Xie Qingcheng,
who had gone limp, with the absolute tenderness and concern of a casual
observer.

"Oops, what happened to Professor Tse?"

The commotion was so great that it drew a sideways glance from the old
expert next to him.

"What's going on?"

He Yu said calmly as he tightened his grip on Xie Qingcheng, "No, no, no.
He hasn't had breakfast and is a bit dizzy. I'll take him downstairs to rest
and have a hot drink."

"Be quick then, the meeting is starting soon."

He Yu smiled, "Okay, I'll watch the time for him."

With that, he continued his gesture of concern and led Xie Qingcheng to
the lift downstairs.

The moment he turned and the lift doors opened, the mirror inside
reflected his suddenly transformed face in the unseen room.

The smiling face went from being all sincere to grim, bestial, chaotic and
crazy in an instant ......
He looked at himself in the mirror and at the struggling Xie Qingcheng in
his arms.

"Don't move, you're in such poor health, the more you have to move, the
less strength you'll have."

Xie Qingcheng shuddered, " He Yu ...... you're crazy ...... you did it on
purpose!"

He Yu smiled without answering, lowered his eyelids and kissed his

eyelashes gently, "Yeah, it's good to know. Be good baby, it's been almost
three years ...... now ...... it's time for your husband, to give you a good
loving."

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Chapter 203 - Despicable

competition
On the top floor, under the conference room, there are many VIP lounge
suites.

He Yu said that Xie Qingcheng was not feeling well and needed to rest and
asked for the door card of one of the rooms.

Once inside he locked the door behind him.

The room is very dark, with heavy curtains, and as it is only a lounge,
there is no bed inside. There is a large desk, a set of sofas, a lounge chair,
two rows of bookshelves full of medical books and magazines, and a
private bathroom.

A very proper place for these academic guests to take a break from their
work and organize their materials.

Xie Qingcheng jerked away from He Yu, gasping, "Let me go back ...... I
have ...... I have a speech to do... ..."
"What kind of speech can you give now?" He Yu leaned close to him,
tilting his head slightly to the side, his breath on the nape of Xie
Qingcheng's neck.

"Professor Tse, don't make a fool of yourself."

Xie Qingcheng: "You're not winning ......"

"So what." He Yu said, "I've never been a decent person. You shouldn't
have taken this project from me, and you're asking for trouble by going to
this extent for Chen Yan."

"......" Xie Qingcheng breathed heavily.

He looks at He Yu in front of him, so close, yet so far apart in time.

Although he already knew that He Yu had changed, that he was no longer

the same boy, the pain he felt at this moment was still gut-wrenching.

He Yu This is a total attempt to ruin him ......

If He Yu knew him well, he would not have done such a thing if he still had
even an ounce of care for him in his heart. Xie Qingcheng was not a sore
loser, but he could not accept to give up without a fight in such a way.

"You should at least ...... have the decency to ......"

"That's treating a worthy opponent." He Yu took his time, jerking his tie
away, looking indifferent, "Are you?"

"......"

"You're nothing but Chen Yan's lover, so what's fair game for me and
you."

As he said this, he turned on the laser TV in the lounge, which received

live feeds from the penthouse conference room. It was designed to allow
some guests to watch meetings in the relative comfort and independence
of the lounge, but has now become a tool used by He Yu to taunt and
irritate Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu has Xie Qingcheng pinned down, trapping him in the boss's chair,
and although Xie Qingcheng has been fighting back, his strength is so
different from He Yu's that He Yu can't put up much of a fight against him.

Such a difference in power was a source of contempt for He Yu, who,

having restrained Xie Qingcheng's hands behind the back of the chair,
came round to Xie Qingcheng's face, his dark eyes turning, his gaze
lowering to the man's stubbornly browed but scarlet-skinned face.

He raised his hand and pinched Xie Qingcheng's cheek, examining it

carefully.

" Xie Qingcheng, do you remember how good a fighter you used to be?"

"......"

"Now you have nothing, stamina, endurance, a healthy arm, and ......"

His hand touches the thin silver-rimmed glasses Xie Qingcheng is wearing.

"Sight."

He placed a hand over the eye that Xie Qingcheng could still see.

Xie Qingcheng's body trembled slightly, and the only silent eyes that
showed could not find any focus. When He Yu did so, he could see
nothing, and the darkness made an already extremely restless man even
more sleepy.

"Is this the kind of vulnerable gesture you use to gain Chen Yan's
sympathy and pity?"

He Yu says, his hand finally dropping slowly so that Xie Qingcheng can see
himself again, and at the same time raising his hand to pinch Xie
Qingcheng's hot chin again, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"......"

As we look at each other, He Yu's mobile phone rings.

He Yu dropped his eyes and took the phone, opened it to see the screen
and picked it up.
"Hello? Um, it's okay, I have some temporary stuff to take care of here, so
you guys just listen to Miyu's report carefully."

With that, he hung up the phone and at the same time went behind Xie
Qingcheng, moved his hand forward and retrieved Xie Qingcheng's mobile
phone from his trouser pocket.

Not surprisingly, Xie Qingcheng's phone does not have a password.

He Yu glanced at him, Xie Qingcheng filled with anger eyes actually

deeply pleased him. That long-lost ...... vivid, exclusive look belonged to
him.

He Yu said, "Don't worry, I'll take your leave."

" He Yu ......! You don't ......!!!"

But He Yu has already found Chen Man's contact details in his address
book.

As he types, he reads without much expression.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well, please replace the assistant on the field."

After sending this message, he switched Xie Qingcheng's phone off, then
raised his eyes and looked at the other man with a smirk.

"Do I sound like I'm still learning the tone? Is it condescending enough?"

Without waiting for Xie Qingcheng's answer, which he didn't seem to care
about, he just walked up to him, leaned down and whispered, "Well, no
one will bother us now, so we can catch up, Xie, brother."

"......"

"Seeing as we were once so close, I'll leave the live stream on for you,
Professor Xie can watch your team's research whenever he wants." He Yu
touched his face intimately, "As long as you still have the energy to watch
it in a while."

At this point in time, Xie Qingcheng is at a loss as to how to end the

madness that is unfolding.
He just had to grit his teeth and say, "I thought you said... that you were
no longer interested in me at all! So what are you doing now?
Performance art!?"

"You're so funny, baby, I love your cold humour." He Yu said, "As for
interest, I lost it before, but after watching you for a while, it seems to
have come back a bit. Can't I?"

He Yu was completely lying, he wanted Xie Qingcheng so badly that his

internal organs were on fire.

He looked at the man in the black leather seat, two ...... no, nearly three
years on, Xie Qingcheng's temper still hadn't changed at all, even if he
didn't gag Xie Qingcheng now, Xie Qingcheng wouldn't bother to call
anyone, because he wanted to save face, he cared too much about his He
cares too much about his face.

The meeting had already started and the unease of those in Mayo was
evident from the live screen cast.

They were calling Xie Qingcheng but the phone was no longer working,
then Chen Man looked at his phone and on the screen, Chen Man froze for
a moment, followed by him speaking to someone else in the team and
after a few minutes, Xie Qingcheng's assistant was herded into the lead of
the presentation.

He Yu smiled lightly, "It seems Chen Yan saw the message ...... Now
there's nothing for you to do, you see, Xie Qingcheng, the earth will not
give up without you... ...isn't it?"

15000 ......

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Chapter 204 - Then take it back to

the dragon's lair
Xie Qingcheng wakes up and finds himself in a bed that is completely new
to him.
It is a simple but luxuriously furnished bedroom with thick pile carpeting
and velvet curtains that are closed so tightly that the sun, moon and dawn
are invisible, except for the electronic clock above the bed that dutifully
tells the time.

It's late at night, twenty-three o'clock.

He tried to get out of bed, but his body was so sore and numb that he
could barely sit up and look around.

His mobile phone, clothes, all resting on the side of the bed, his body
cleaned, a box of antipyretics on the bedside table and an IV on the back
of his hand.

"......" Xie Qingcheng lifted his hand, touched his hot face and then leaned
over to get his phone, ignoring the clanging of the makeshift I.V. stand
next to the bed. The bed was too big and the IV tube was not long enough
to get in the way, so Xie Qingcheng, who had already broken his heart,
pulled the IV needle out with a stern face and managed to get to his
phone.

"Don't look, there's no signal here."

Coldly a voice rang out from a corner of the room.

The bedroom was so large and dimly lit, and Xie Qingcheng's eyesight was
so poor without his glasses, that he did not notice that there was a man
sitting in the corner of the room without the light on.

He Yu, dressed in a black shirt, slowly emerged from the shadows and
came to his bedside.

"You're in my house."

"......"

"The meeting is over."

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to hear what he had to say next, but He Yu had
already brutally spelled it out, "Sorry Xie Qingcheng, I'm the one who got
the review/approval number for the new drug."

"...... Then I really have to congratulate you."

With a slight ringing in his ears and dizziness, and with emotions too
complicated for words deep inside him, he puts on his clothes and is about
to get off the floor, but He Yu is already at his bedside, stopping him in his
tracks.

"Don't move. You're so inflamed that you need three days of medication,
and I think it's best if you stay with me." He Yu said, "You shouldn't want
to show up in front of Chen Man Xie Xue and the others in such a mess
either."

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "I can take care of myself just as
well without appearing in front of them."

"How do you take care of that, you're struggling to even move now. If I
wasn't watching you ......"

Xie Qingcheng interrupted him and looked at him, the gaze was once
tinged with guilt, now the guilt was destroyed and sunk to the bottom of
his eyes, his eyes were as cold as ice and seemed to hide a deep sadness,
he said hoarsely, "I don't lack money Mr. He, I can afford to pay for the
hotel and medicine and order food and drink, I don't need you here to be
my free I don't need you to be my free escort here."

He Yu was silent for a while and laughed softly: "You are still as mean as
ever. ...... How do you get on with Chen Man? How does he tolerate your
mouth?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng turned his face away without a word and got up to
leave, the soreness in his legs and the push in his lower back not knowing
which came first and by the time he reacted he was already pinned to the
bed by He Yu.

"I told you to get well and not go anywhere for a few days."

Recuperating from illness ......?

Xie Qingcheng only finds it incredibly ironic.

He had been terminally ill for two years and had managed to get better
enough to live a few more years, and now he was being tormented like
this. The traces of his treatment were misunderstood by He Yu as
evidence of an affair with Chen Man, and what He Yu had done in the
conference room building was something he was now ashamed to even
look back on.

He has an endless amount of guilt and nostalgia for He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng knows that he owes him a life, a life like a mountain, and
the love he had for him, so no matter what He Yu does now he is in no
position to hate him, except that his heart is completely sealed.

Those soft emotions are trapped in a walled city and can no longer be
escaped.

"Let go of me." He said numbly, softly.

He Yu said, "Professor Xie, I just want you to finish your suspension

honestly."

"Type it up for yourself, I don't need it."

He Yu held his body down as he tried to get up again, clutched his hand
and forced the saline needle into the back of Xie Qingcheng's pale hand.

The needle was cold, not as painful when buried in his veins, but very
uncomfortable. Xie Qingcheng grunted and struggled under He Yu's body,
but the needle still pierced brutally into his flesh and blood, continuing to
inject cold anti-inflammatory drops into his body.

"Don't move." He Yu fights as he holds down his restless hand, his gaze
sideways over to stare at the blood flowing back into the catheter. He was
clearly a bloodthirsty man, but it still made him feel very uncomfortable to
see Xie Qingcheng's blood flowing back into the tube, "Be honest. Don't
ask for more pain."

Xie Qingcheng did not listen to him, the blood was flowing more and more
because of the man's struggle, spilling upwards.

"Good question." He Yu looked down at him, taking in the unyielding and

defiant look in his eyes, "But I don't think you should ask that, Dr. Shea,
because you know better than anyone how to immobilize a madman bent
on death."

"......"
"You've seen it - I've been treated like this since I was a child, and now
you're lying in, well, my bed."

In a flash of light, Xie Qingcheng's mind suddenly flashed back to a scene

from He Yu's childhood.

"No! Don't tie me up! Let me down! Let me down! I don't want a cure ......
I don't want ...... Daddy ...... Mommy! Let me go!!!"

The special bed, the hidden restraint straps, the parents who spoke of
treating their son in bondage for his own good, the needles pricked down.

Xie Qingcheng instantly understood what He Yu meant, and his already

bloodless face turned even paler.

He pushed He Yu away and tried to get up, but he was no match for He
Yu's physical strength.

He Yu had already pressed the control button and pulled out the black
therapeutic restraints used to secure the mental patient on the bed, and
as Xie Qingcheng struggled, he held his wrists tightly and bound him to
the bed in a death grip.

The restraint belt is designed to prevent self-harm in the event of an

attack, and can of course also serve to keep patients who refuse to
cooperate in treatment.

He Yu gasped between their tangled tussle, "I never thought I'd use this
tape one day to make you obey the injection - I thought you were a
doctor, you should know that anti-inflammatory injections are for your
own good."

Xie Qingcheng's hands were immobilised and he could not move them.
The cold saline was slowly and compulsively flowing into his veins, finally
pushing back the returning blood.

"......" Xie Qingcheng struggled to breathe, he could feel the subtle

sensations of being injected, his blood seemed to have cooled as the
saline dripped into his body.

So cold ......

The drip of the needle was fast, numb and painful.

"You don't have to go anywhere for a few days, I'll administer your
medication, injections and take care of you while I'm here." He Yu stared
at his cold, pale face and whispered, "I'll have a doctor watching for me
while I'm gone too. Don't worry, I've already sent messages to say hello to
the people around you using your phone your mouth ...... I'll take you
home myself when you're well."

It was clearly something to do with healing, but it sounded creepy.

Not to mention He Yu's eyes, which are close at hand and already harbour
too many emotions for Xie Qingcheng to discern.

He Yu propped himself up and lowered his head to place a kiss on Xie

Qingcheng's brow.

"This is a consequence of me and I will be responsible to the end."

Xie Qingcheng is being controlled by a treatment belt and cannot move at

all - he is on regular special medication and if he does stay here for that
many days, just to treat a fever, he will be forced to stop taking it. This
would be very damaging for Xie Qingcheng, and the American doctors
have long said that the medication must not be stopped at this stage to
maintain this rare recovery.

But if Xie Qingcheng wanted He Yu to send him back, he could only tell
him his real condition, tell him that he had not stopped using rn-13 at all
before, tell him that he was continuing the human trials ...... for a long
time to save Qin Rongbei and tell him everything.

Xie Qingcheng stares into He Yu's eyes.

Once a big, straight man of steel, still hardened today, explaining to the
other side after being severely humiliated is tantamount to praying for
mercy.

He couldn't do it.

What's more, he was so dead at heart that he seemed to be dying to die,

and after all he had suffered, he had nearly lost the desire to make a plea
for help for his own life.
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes at last, only to whisper an almost sarcastic
question as He Yu's warm lips left his forehead -

" He Yu, do you remember ...... you were a child ...... in that cottage ......
who untied your healing belt ......"

He Yu's movements are slight.

"......"

He certainly remembered -

That year he became so ill and so mad that the parents, He Jiwei and Lv
Zhishu, forcibly confined him to his bed in accordance with the former
doctor's treatment, with heavy black medical straps strung deep into the
child's body.

He Yu kept on crying out, struggling like a young animal in a trap, the

healing band abraded his skin and blood dripped out as he cried out, "I'm
not sick ...... Let go of me ...... Don't tie me up like a criminal! Tie me up
like a criminal! I'm so sick ...... Mummy! Dad! I'm so sick ...... don't tie me
up ...... don't ...... hold me will you ...... someone hold me ......"

His mind was so confused at the time, the world was hazy in front of him
and in his ears, he didn't know what was going on around him and what
the adults were discussing or arguing about.

By the time he was conscious, he had been loosened from the straps that
held the mental patient in place, dripping and sobbing as he was carried
into the arms of a warm, faintly antiseptic-smelling man.

He Yu tilted his head up, tears trickling down his face ......

He couldn't see the face of the person in front of him, but in that moment
he suddenly felt so aggrieved and reassured that he unconsciously
reached out his small, trembling hands and wrapped them around the
man's neck.

"Please ...... don't tie me up ......"

Sick and bruised, the child huffed and curled into the man's arms, closing
his eyes in exhaustion.
He Yu thinks about these past in silence.

But in the end, he said, "...... Sorry, Xie Qingcheng ."

"......"

"I don't remember."

"......"

"I recovered my life from a shipwreck, walked through the ghost gate
once, and a lot of it, it's all forgotten."

He said this but took Xie Qingcheng's restrained, cold hand in his and
slowly slowed the flow of the drip.

"I lost a lot in that naval battle ...... and now I have nothing, but it doesn't
matter, I don't want anything else, I just want you to hate me."

"Hate me, Xie Qingcheng, you fell in love with Chen Yan and then hated
me with a passion, and I won. Because hate often lasts longer than love."
He Yu murmured softly in his ear, "Xie Qingcheng. Let me enjoy your
hatred alone for a few days, when you have recovered, I will send you
back myself ...... and then ......"

"And we shall never see each other again."

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Author's Comment.

Faced with self-loathing and disease and both have a □ □ □ body crippled
duo .........

Gu Mang: ...... send it to a home for the elderly.

Chu Wanning: Send it to a hospital.

The actual fact is that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a few of
these.

The actual fact is that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a few of
the most popular and popular ones. What hospital? Send them gold!
He Yu: Big brother, I've paid a lot for your ship's reputation.

He Yu: bah!

Chapter 205 - You and I are both

very sick
It has been three days since Xie Qingcheng was left at He Yu's home to
receive treatment.

Since his return to China, He Yu has been like a balloon full of hatred and
anger that is ready to burst. In his mind, Xie Qingcheng's favouritism
towards Chen Man and his subsequent deception for Chen Man, which
almost led to his death, had already caused him a lot of pain and made
him feel as if he was dead. And when he finally returns to the mainland,
Xie Qingcheng is with Chen Man. The pain was too much for even a sane
person to bear, let alone him.

He suppressed and controlled himself ...... and finally failed completely,

giving vent to all his disappointment, hatred, resentment and jealousy,
together with the feelings he had accumulated for three years, in Xie
Qingcheng.

And just like a feverish patient who must reach a temperature peak before
his body temperature will slowly come down, the hostility in He Yu's heart
seems to have finally started to diminish after the incident at the speech.

He has now become patient with Xie Qingcheng, and when he doesn't
have to deal with work, he stays with her, and he doesn't feel
uncomfortable spending hours in the bedroom without talking to her.

But while Xie Qingcheng's inflammation slowly subsided, his condition

never improved, which was natural, because Xie Qingcheng had stopped
taking his medication - only He Yu didn't know.

He asked his strict-mouthed personal doctor, who had not been involved
in the core area of rn-13, but naturally could not tell anything, except that
Xie Qingcheng was probably in a bad mood.

"It's important for people to be in good spirits. You'd better spend more
time with him when you can."
He Yu spends more time with him, not leaving the house if there is
nothing important to do, watching over him every day as he eats his three
meals, drinks his medicine and rests in bed.

But when it comes to being bedridden, it's more likely to be in a therapy

bundle, otherwise Xie Qingcheng might want to give up at any time.

He Yu said to him, "You don't have to be so resistant, as I said, when you

are well, I will send you home myself. If you want to leave early, then you
should cooperate with me and get well."

As he speaks he pours a cup of hot fresh milk and brings it to the bedside
for Xie Qingcheng to drink.

Xie Qingcheng turned his face away. He wouldn't drink.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, expecting some kind of violence-

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

After three seconds, He Yu finally just touched his hair at the temples.

Nothing was done again.

He Yu would talk to Xie Qingcheng a lot, he would sleep with Xie

Qingcheng in his arms, and sometimes he would cook for Xie Qingcheng
himself.

He made a steaming bowl of Yang Zhou fried rice with lots of crystal clear
prawns and sprinkled with finely chopped spring onions, but unfortunately
he was so bad at it that the salt and the rice didn't fry and Xie Qingcheng
only took one bite before refusing to touch it, looking even worse than
before he ate.

Xie Qingcheng took one look at the chicken wonton soup and didn't even
bother to move his lips.
After several failed attempts, He Yu gave up on himself and simply asked
what he wanted to eat and he asked the cook to make it.

"It doesn't matter what. It doesn't matter if you didn't do it. You did ......
it," he glanced at him, "and I can't stand it."

He Yu's face sank slightly as if the words had a deeper meaning, making
him look a little worse for wear.

But he didn't get angry, he knew that Xie Qingcheng wanted him to get
fed up and give up early and leave him at home for treatment. So He Yu,
after a moment's silence, pulled out a cold smile.

"OK, all yours."

Xie Qingcheng did eat the chef's dishes, but the portions were small and
he obviously did not have an appetite. He Yu told the chef privately that
they should find a way to make the dishes more palatable, and the chef
even used the appetizer recipes for pregnant women as reference. Mr. He
is a man who does not want a mother but a son, so he keeps his mistress
at home and settles the bill with her after she gives birth to the child.

"No wonder we haven't seen him lately, except for business events that
have been scheduled."

"I'll be home as soon as I finish work."

"I hear they are also often late in the morning ......"

"Oh, that baby must be three months old, they can't normally have that
one until three months."

"I hear it's still an actress. ......"

"That's no wonder, that woman has never shown her face, and I guess she
has to face, Mr. He and she get paid both, she's like working on this
pregnancy, and after she's done, she still has to hang out in the
entertainment industry."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, mess ......"

He Yu, who says he hates Xie Qingcheng, becomes much more

considerate and gentle after having sex with her again - although this
gentleness has a very sickly element to it, as he is constantly trying to
control Xie Qingcheng and he wants to He wants to strangle Xie
Qingcheng in his bed, trapped in his palm.

He modified the bedside lamp to create an underwater illusion of the

whole house, the effect is done far more realistically than it was back
then, almost like a Disney 5D ride. Large Xiaoxiao jellyfish float in the
projected sea water, and every fifteen minutes a giant ghostly jellyfish
covers the entire ceiling of the bedroom floating solemnly and
mysteriously past.

"Is it nice?" He Yu asked him.

Xie Qingcheng's response was muted, but at least gave a response, "......
how it's done."

" Mandela's scientific ability is well above that of normal society and it
would be easy to make such an effect."

Xie Qingcheng said, "You turn it off."

"......"

"I don't see any ocean floor, I just see a room full of blood." An icy syllable
leaked from between Xie Qingcheng's thin coloured lips, "My parents',
your mother's, Lu Yuzhu, Jiang Liping ...... the blood of all those who died
because of Duan Wen's Mandela organisation. "

Xie Qingcheng said, "I don't have the ability to write off my hatred for him
like you do."

He Yu's expression finally became very gloomy as he said, "...... Xie

Qingcheng, it was you who pushed me towards them with your own
hands. Now you're making light of it and saying what's a write off?"

Xie Qingcheng did not answer.

He waited until He Yu was about to leave the bedroom before he suddenly

said, " He Yu ."

He Yu stops in his tracks.

"You know what."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I'd rather you were dead then." Xie Qingcheng paused, and
there was the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat.

--Then, when I've finished finishing my teacher's work, I'll come with you.

The words were too fragile, gathered in his chest, too weak to come out of
his throat for a while, and Xie Qingcheng just stopped there. He looked at
He Yu's expression, looked into He Yu's eyes ...... for a long time, and then
that heartbreaking, unfamiliar feeling finally made him want to say the
words in a desperate way.

But at that moment, He Yu gave a light laugh, a smile that was sarcastic
but also a little plodding.

He Yu said, "Naturally, I knew that you had warned me long ago that you
would stand against me if I dared to harm others in order to achieve my
goal. How could I forget so easily this righteous to the core phrase, which I
have been thinking about day and night for the past three years?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng's lips trembled slightly and eventually pursed tightly
shut.

Those few words that had gathered in my throat suddenly no longer had
the strength to be uttered.

He Yu laughed, "I know you have always been cynical and impartial.
Perhaps it was not impossible for you to kill me with your own hands when
Chen Yan and the others asked you to do so."

Xie Qingcheng looks at him blankly.

The half-unspoken words were completely dispersed in a cloud of smoke.

He Yu left, his face caged with a look of near tolerance.

Xie Qingcheng could have left at any time now, He Yu had not locked his
door and was not under house arrest.
It's just that He Yu's bodyguards are so annoying that they follow him
wherever he goes. Xie Qingcheng once tried this by going downstairs
while He Yu was at the office and walking straight to the villa door.

So He Yu did not restrict Xie Qingcheng's freedom, but he also got a hold
of him - Xie Qingcheng would not allow himself to be followed at any time
by two bodyguards who could not be driven away and were so polite that
no matter what Xie No matter what Xie Qingcheng said, they were at ease
and followed him every inch of the way.

Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to tell people about it, which would
make him lose face. He didn't want to worry his family, so he just stayed
there until He Yu removed his bodyguards, which was only a matter of
days anyway.

He Yu talks to Xie Qingcheng for a while every day when he returns, but
their relationship is now so fragile that conversations often end up in
disagreement.

He Yu finally got cold feet one day and said, "Can't you say something I'd
like to hear?"

"I'll say what you can like to hear."

"......"

"You hate me from the bottom of your heart right now, so whatever I say
will sound bad to you." Xie Qingcheng said, "There's only one way to make
you happy."

"What."

"Remove your bodyguards and let me go back." Xie Qingcheng said, "So
that you can be out of sight and out of mind with me."

After a long silence, He Yu sat down on the edge of the bed and took Xie
Qingcheng's ink hair in his hands and moved closer, almost eye-to-eye,
nose to nose, gently but roughly, like a horrible mix of love and hate. His
eyes swept from Xie Qingcheng's eyes to Xie Qingcheng's lips and finally
back to his eyes, and he said softly, "No. Only this."

The hand touches the sling.

"You're not well yet and I'm very, very ...... uneasy about you."

"......"

"Get well. Let me stay with you."

"What if I don't want to."

"...... I'm afraid it's not up to you."

The negotiations still broke down.

From that day onwards, Xie Qingcheng simply stopped talking to He Yu.
When He Yu came home in the evening, no matter what he talked to him
about, whether he talked to him or scolded him, he would either put his
head down and read a book or close his eyes and rest his mind.

He Yu was like a madman, saying a lot of irrelevant things to someone like

him who would not respond.

Sometimes He Yu doesn't say anything, but just looks at him with a look
that is so creepy that only Xie Qingcheng might be able to stand it.

The hardest part was the medication change phase.

He Yu did not allow anyone else to apply the medicine to Xie Qingcheng,
and did it all himself when he got home. At first, Xie Qingcheng resisted,
with a vivid, wolfish look on his face.

But after their icy conversation, Xie Qingcheng seemed numb, not giving
any expression or feedback, letting He Yu apply the medicine to him as if
He Yu was a robot.

Cold violence hurts more than sharp knives.

The agitation in He Yu's chest was growing day by day, and once he
couldn't stand it any longer after the medication and asked Xie Qingcheng
in a stern voice: "Why don't you look at me? Do you even want to hate me
now?"

He asks two or three times before Xie Qingcheng turns his glazed eyes
and slowly focuses them on He Yu.
"I have no right to hate you at all, He Yu ." He finally spoke, "I was the one
who wronged you three years ago after all."

"......"

"So I can't give you anything now. Hate can't give either."

Xie Qingcheng slowly closes his eyes.

"Do what you want. Just let it go."

At that moment, He Yu looked at his drooping eyelashes and was so

furious that he almost wanted to tear Xie Qingcheng apart from flesh to
bone. But when he saw the drip on Xie Qingcheng's hand and the pallor
on his face, he finally held back.

Turning off the light, he lay down beside Xie Qingcheng, the bed too big
and deliberately separated, the empty space between them all cold - He
Yu's eyes bloodshot as he stared at the ceiling.

He knew that what he was doing now would only make their relationship
more fractured.

But he just didn't want Xie Qingcheng to go.

It seems that even if Xie Qingcheng were dead and rotten to the bone, he
would still want him to stay.

Keeping it would make you miserable, and misery, at least, is better than
those three years of loneliness and numbness.

On the fifth day, He Yu came back from outside, carrying a plastic bag. Xie
Qingcheng's fever had finally subsided, but his face looked bad and he
was lethargic.

He Yu: "I've brought you some food from outside today, you should like it."

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyes mechanically, "My fever has gone down."
"......"

"It's time you kept your own promise."

He Yu paused for a moment and handed him the plastic bag, ignoring Xie
Qingcheng's words and saying to himself, "Drink it while it's hot, it won't
taste as good if it's cold."

"You're not in a hospital here, I'm not staying for the rest of my life."

He Yu was silent, and after a few seconds he opened the plastic bag
himself, and inside was one of those old-fashioned milk teas that cost two
dollars a cup.

"Are you sure you're not going to drink some of that." He asked him with
an expressionless face.

Xie Qingcheng: "No plans."

As if all these days of patience stacked up to the limit, Xie Qingcheng all
cold, hard, numb, indifferent, self-contained ...... finally completely
shattered He Yu's heart dike. The company's main business is to provide a
wide range of products and services to its customers.

But his hands were actually shaking a little.

Half of the milk tea spilled on Xie Qingcheng's face and half on his lapel.

Dripping and sticky, like a tangled mess.

The plastic straw bruises Xie Qingcheng's lip and a rose-coloured bead of
blood oozes out.

He Yu stared, and after a moment, threw the glass aside in a disengaged

manner.

"...... Why."

"......"

"Why do you have to become like this for him? Xie Qingcheng? Why do
you have to be like this!!!"
"......" Xie Qingcheng's lips dripped blood as she raised her eyes icily, "I'd
love to ask you why too, He Yu ."

"What?"

"Aren't you already uninterested in me. So why do this again."

"......"

"Don't you think it's pointless, He Yu ."

"......"

"My death, my joy, my anger, anything I do, should no longer have

anything to do with you."

He Yu looks at Xie Qingcheng in silence.

Xie Qingcheng's cheeks and lapels are still wet and he looks a mess.

But his eyes were flat and silent, as if nothing would ever rise again.

He Yu was stung by the almost vacant look that became more and more
unbearable.

He paced back and forth, circling in place, sleepy and restless.

Then he stops violently in front of Xie Qingcheng, his chest rising and
falling mechanically, morbidly and violently.

"You owe me." He gritted his teeth and said to Xie Qingcheng, "Because
you owe me."

"You almost killed me three years ago, and now I just want a little bit of
the past in you, can't I? So I'll see you and sleep with you, no?! I just want
to get up and think about that feeling!"

"So have you found the feeling you once had." After a long silence, Xie
Qingcheng then asked him.

He Yu's eyes seemed to fill with blood for a moment.

Scarlet.

"...... It's my business." The warmth of the last few days seemed to vanish
again in a flash, and He Yu said in one hard word, "This is my business,
Xie Qingcheng."

"Find it or not, I'm going to find it."

He Yu broke his promise and did not send Xie Qingcheng away even after
his fever had subsided.

He felt no guilt about this, because the door to his house was open for Xie
Qingcheng - it was Xie Qingcheng himself who did not leave.

He ignored the fact that he had sent his bodyguards to follow Xie
Qingcheng. He simply said to himself that Xie Qingcheng could leave, but
Xie Qingcheng had always stayed here. Since Xie Qingcheng had stayed,
did it mean that there was still an unseen coupling between the two of
them?

Is it possible that there is an unseen tangle of deep entanglement

between the two of them in their cruelty together.

However, it is undeniable that since Xie Qingcheng recovered from his

illness, He Yu has been hanging on by a thread every time he returns
home.

The breath doesn't let up until he pushes open the door and sees Xie
Qingcheng in the room.

On the first day, he was still around.

Sleeping in the Windsor chair in the bedroom.

The next day, he was still there.

At the window looking out at the lake and lawn.

Day 3, Day 4 ......

Xie Qingcheng still hasn't left.

Until the sixth day.

He Yu pushes open the door and finds the room empty, the bed neatly
made and Xie Qingcheng's coat, which was resting on the back of the
seat, gone.

In that moment He Yu's blood froze to ice and he stood in his bedroom for
a long time, thinking, "Has this day finally come?

He's still gone ...... he's still gone ......

He Yu was silent for a long time before suddenly and violently sweeping
the table full of drugs and injections down! With a crash, bottles and jars
shattered all over the floor.

He scratched a fierce handful of his forehead hair, rested his other hand
on his waist and tilted his head back to catch his breath.

Xie Qingcheng Still gone? ......

He is still ......

"What are you doing."

He Yu turned around with a jolt.

Xie Qingcheng, his coat on, his emaciated face bloodless and unruffled,
stands at the crimson teak door looking at him.

At that moment He Yu suddenly felt that an invisible hand had opened his
chest cavity and roughly shoved his heart back inside his flesh and blood.

Boom boom.

That heart pounded heavily.

Boom Boom. Boom Boom ......

He Yu wiped his red eyes and turned around, striding towards Xie
Qingcheng.
He stood in front of him, his hands trembling, having to use all the
strength in his body to restrain the urge to take the man hard into his
arms.

"...... Where have you been?" Even his voice trembled.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes flickered imperceptibly, "Just walking around, I'm

bored."

He Yu opens his mouth, doesn't know what to say, closes it again, raises
his hand, does nothing, and drops it again.

Xie Qingcheng: "You think I'm going back?"

"...... No. I ......" He Yu said, "I'm just looking for something. I ...... I can't
find my stuff."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him quietly, "If you remove the bodyguards, I will
indeed leave. I just don't like having people following me."

"......"

He Yu didn't say another word and wiped his face.

It was Xie Qingcheng who won.

He could barely fake his calmness to face this man anymore.

He had discovered that the presence of Xie Qingcheng was, for him, the
most terrible bayonet of all.

Even if he was half blind, even if he was crippled, this bayonet still had a
sharpness beyond its owner's body and could shatter armour.

He Yu took a deep breath and said nothing more, feeling like he was on
the verge of losing his mind again, so he went straight to the bathroom,
slammed the door shut and locked himself in.

That night, He Yu did not sleep in the big bed again with Xie Qingcheng on
his back.
For the first time in so many days, he crossed the invisible line in the
middle and wrapped his arms around Xie Qingcheng's waist as he fell
asleep, forcing Xie Qingcheng to be sure to face him as well.

The night is so quiet that you can hear the rustling of leaves outside the
window and the occasional rattling of the noses of two stallions in the
pasture.

He Yu just looked at Xie Qingcheng for a long time, then suddenly said,
"...... Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng has not responded as usual.

He Yu then said to himself, "You already have grey hair."

"......"

"Did you find that out for yourself."

He hides his inevitable grief, just as Xie Qingcheng hides the sorrows he
cannot let go of.

Xie Qingcheng looks up indifferently, his expression number than before.

"That's true, one always gets old."

"...you're not even forty yet."

"But I'm tired of living."

"......"

He Yu was lost in thought for a long time, his face sombre, despondent,
frantic and in a trance.

Finally he leaned in closer, with barely a gap, and hugged the fading Xie
Qingcheng tightly.

The jaw rests against the nook of his shoulder, just like it used to.

But He Yu can't say anything soft anymore. The words I love you, which he
could easily repeat countless times before, have now become a thorn in
his throat and a ruin in his heart.
He doesn't say a word, doing such inexplicable things, and Xie Qingcheng
is too numb to ask any more questions.

One of them gives up on himself, the other lives for death, their living
bodies cuddled in bed, but like bones under a spring.

Then later, in the latter part of the night, neither of them fell asleep, not
knowing what inner impulse had arisen from what act, or perhaps nothing
at all - He Yu just thought it and did it.

He had sex with Xie Qingcheng once again in this cold bedroom, on this
night.

Almost without a word.

It was like an emotional breakdown at the end of his rope. It was as if this
was the only way he could be sure that Xie Qingcheng was really still with
him.

Never left either.

After this night, He Yu finally found an almost monstrous form of relief, he

no longer offered to send Xie Qingcheng back or anything like that, he
changed his mind and came home almost every night and tangled with
Xie Qingcheng like a newlywed husband to his wife.

Now he is not so rough, and neither his words nor his actions hurt Xie
Qingcheng any more.

But his heart is empty, and in order to fill this void, his solicitations will be
many.

When they were in bed, He Yu also went from being very talkative to
being unusually silent, a cruel ritual of sacrifice in which he kept
confirming that he was still alive and that Xie Qingcheng was not yet
separated from him.

Just what it is that is being sacrificed away in this ritual, both seem to
know and neither seems to know ...... or, as if, both no longer care.
He Yu regularly disposes of Xie Qingcheng's intercepted messages on his
mobile phone, which may be a form of control for him, but Xie Qingcheng
is a very high-minded man who has no such notion of being subservient to
others and sees it as He Yu's free secretary.

Or maybe he has no desire to live, so he doesn't care what He Yu does.

And so the days go by.

Until one day, while He Yu was out, Xie Qingcheng was sitting by the
window, looking out over the shimmering man-made lake below, when the
bedroom door was thrown open.

He thought it was He Yu, so he didn't turn around.

Then he heard a cold voice: "I thought you were hiding from everyone
these days because you had withdrawn from the competition and failed in
your drug bid. But here you are with Mr. He, being kept by him like a
woman, and you're not even resisting, happy to be at home, you've really
opened my eyes - cousin."

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Chapter 206 - You've still left

Xie Qingcheng stiffened at the sound, but his face showed no change. He
slowly turned back to An Dongni and looked at him nonchalantly.

"You're here. I thought you'd come a little earlier."

An Dongni sneered, "I just didn't think you could be that shameless or I
would have come here a long time ago to find out."

" He Yu trusts you enough to leave the door to his villa open to you."

"I told you, I'm his boyfriend now."

Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "A boyfriend who doesn't go home with
him for ten days. If you had some charm, I wouldn't have to suffer so
much these days."

An Dongni looked like he had slapped her across the face, and her white
face quickly turned red: " Xie Qingcheng, don't be so cheap, how much do
you think he likes you? It's just that he hasn't seen you for a long time,
and it's new to him, you're half blind now! A cripple! An old man! No ghost
would like you, why don't you find a mirror and look at yourself? Between
you and me, who in their right mind would choose you!"

It's true that An Dongni looks better than he does now, because he hasn't
suffered such a setback and his mental outlook is perfect, but Xie
Qingcheng doesn't care about looks at all.

A man as handsome as he is by nature has been so tempered by the

kindness of others for over thirty years that no matter how down he is, he
still has that breath in his heart that allows him to be proud and heroic in
the way he carries himself. This is why some people are still handsome at
the age of eighty.

Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "Very well, then please ask him to spend
the night in a hotel today, or ask him to send me back immediately, as I'm
sure you can always do that as his boyfriend."

An Dongni suddenly turned blue.

"Can't I?" Xie Qingcheng said, "That's too bad."

An Dongni was half silent and squeezed a grim smile through his teeth,
"You don't have to provoke me, Xie Qingcheng, I know you still like him,
and even though he is now reliving the dream of love with you, he has
long been disgusted with you and will dump you sooner or later. What I
seek with him is also an open relationship, I'm not as traditional and
uninteresting as you are."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him lightly and said, " It doesn't matter to me at
all what happens to He Yu and you, I neither like him nor do I consider you
family any more, whether your relationship is open or closed is none of
my business."

An Dongni snapped, "I'm the one who took your place!"

Xie Qingcheng said, "Since you are so interested in my place, thinking

about it day and night, crawling up on your knees to take it, then take it. I
don't mind."

"Kneeling ...... you say I am kneeling?" An Dongni's expression suddenly

became extremely horrible, " Xie Qingcheng, who are you to say I am
kneeling! Do you think you are so unattainable? Do you think you're so
unattainable? Do you think you're so great? Don't think I don't know how
resentful you are and how painful you feel in your heart! I've taken your
place as the person closest to him, and you're suffering terribly! Don't you
dare pretend again!"

"Why should I feel pain." Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "For someone
who has hurt each other like this, do you think I would."

"You will!" An Dongni almost spat out before he threw an object in front of
Xie Qingcheng, which hit the hard corner of the table and shattered the
moment it fell.

Xie Qingcheng's pupils shrink slightly.

--

It was the little fire dragon he kept at home, brought across the ocean
from China, and came home with him.

After so many years with him, in this moment, it was smashed by An

Dongni.

"Look what I found in your house, you wouldn't have kept this if you didn't
mind ...... would you? It's not something you like, it's something he likes,
it's something he gave you, isn't it?! So it's broken and you're sticking it
back and keeping it to yourself too ...... How pathetic, Xie Qingcheng ." An
Dongni looked at the man's face, which had finally gone tragically white,
and gave an extremely twisted smile.

"You like him, Xie Qingcheng, and even if you don't admit it anymore, the
truth is still in front of you, and he doesn't care about you anymore, and
he can make me his side - he was the only one who loved you the most,
but not anymore. I'm the one who took that away." An Dongni said
morosely.

"You lost to me, you lost to me!"

" Xie Lishen." Xie Qingcheng's gaze finally shifted from the broken little
fire dragon and fell on An Dongni, whose aura seemed to change all of a
sudden.
It was so familiar that An Dongni was forced to take a step back before he
realised that it was very much like when Xie Qingcheng, his big brother,
had taught him or Xie Xue a lesson when he was a child.

An Dongni was stunned, and then he became enraged.

Why was he still shocked by him after twenty years?

Xie Qingcheng said, "Do you know what I regret most about not teaching
you in the first place?"

"......"

"I didn't teach you that winning or losing doesn't matter. You grew up
taking winning and losing too seriously, and as a result you lost a lot of
things that were far more important than the outcome." Xie Qingcheng
says, "I think you're pathetic."

"What do you mean? ...... You think I'm pathetic?" An Dongni was
offended, "Hahahahaha, Xie Qingcheng! You and your parents are so fond
of looking down on people, aren't you? I'm telling you! You are no longer
in a position to look down on me, only I can look down on you!"

He bared his teeth and grimaced.

"You've lost everything! Family, career, health ...... what you love and
what you hate, you've lost it all! What makes you so high and mighty,
huh? What gives you the right!"

As if that were not enough, he went on to stab Xie Qingcheng's armour.

"You're so pretentious all the time, you don't realize how many people
you're hurting with your pretentiousness! Why don't you think about how
He Yu was 'killed' by you, even he couldn't stand you, even such a crazy
person who loved you was pushed to the breaking point by you, by you to
my side ...... and you dare to call me pathetic?"

Raise your neck and laugh.

"It's ridiculous, Xie Qingcheng. You don't even know how ridiculous you
are! You don't even know ...... you don't even know how ugly you really
are in our eyes!"
Xie Qingcheng said coldly, "I don't mind even if I am worse than a pig or a
dog in your eyes, what do your dog's eyes have to do with me."

"Is that so?" An Dongni's eyes glittered with malice, "You don't care ....... It
seems that you don't mind at all if I know about your private and lustful
past with He Yu, do you?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes, his gaze moving slightly.

An Dongni smiled slyly, "I know all the ...... stuff that happened between
you that you think is still secret."

He stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, then hissed like a snake and uttered
words that were hardened with poison.

"You certainly can't imagine it ...... Xie Qingcheng. There's no hurry, I'll tell
you slowly."

"- I know the first time you met him was on the lawn of his cottage, where
he picked up the white veil from the bouquet for you. I know the first time
you slept with him was at the Empty Nights clubhouse, where he poured
you drugged wine and you fucked. I know he tangled with you in the
dressing room at the school stage, know you had to go along with it
because he had the pictures in his possession - I - know everything."

"I know you later investigated the case together, and I know how much he
admired you at the time. I know that the little fire dragon was a gift from
him to you, and I know that you once thought it was a fake that didn't look
good at all. I know that you lingered to death with He Yu, who longed for
some breath of the living after He Jiwei's death. I know that your noble
mouth once uttered such lowly words as to want him, Xie Qingcheng, I
know all of these ......!"

Xie Qingcheng is not out of sorts, but the blood is disappearing from his
face little by little.

"Aren't you curious as to why I know? These are secrets that should only
exist between the two of you." An Dongni was like a snake shedding its
skin and a toad spitting out water, every word he said was sticky and
slimy, like it was covered with a wet and slippery slurry, "It's easy to
guess, only you and he know these things, you didn't tell me, so the only
person who told me about your ridiculous past ...... is He Yu!"
"It was a boring time in rehab in Australia ...... He and I did nothing but
talk, and after he got disillusioned with you, he told me everything. Oh
yeah, and you know what, we still have a video of you and him in the car
on your birthday!"

After An Dongni said this, as expected, he saw a stunned and stung look
on Xie Qingcheng's face.

"You probably haven't even seen the video, you should ask He Yu to take
a look at it when you get a chance, after all you are one of the main
actors, the footage is really good." An Dongni could feel himself finally
breaking through Xie Qingcheng's armour, the sharp edge of his blade
stabbing him right in the heart! He burst out laughing -

"He and I would watch that video every night for a quickie, once or
twice ...... several times if we were in a good mood."

Xie Qingcheng lifted his eyes and forced himself to calm down before
saying, "You're so fucking sick."

"Cousin, I've said it all." An Dongni leaned in close to his face, hating the
thought of taking in every inch of the tiniest pain on his face, Xie
Qingcheng's pain sent shivers of excitement through his body, "I don't
care if it's unique or not, I'm a man who seeks open relationships,
excitement and pleasure is what I love - -and yours ......"

He snorted at that, "Kid? That's what you call him, isn't it?"

"Your brat, who has also come around to my view, got a pleasure he never
experienced when he shared that video of you guys with me, and
gradually ...... got hooked."

An Dongni's voice sounded like it was coming from the depths of hell.

He said, " Xie Qingcheng, the secret between you has long since become
a bedtime story he and I would share in bed, a joke we would talk about
after tea. Don't think that because he's always hanging around you these
days that he's smitten with you and has some kind of crush on you again.
You're such a self-absorbed person that if I didn't have the heart to tell
you this, you'd just be a self-conscious man who'd still think he loved you
badly."
An Dongni laughs softly: "Unfortunately, there is no more. No one will ever
love you at any cost again."

"Xie Qingcheng, in my eyes now - in mine and He Yu's eyes - you're an

out-of-date joke! An old, sick joke! He'll soon get tired of you - I'll wait."

Xie Qingcheng looks at him with one eye, because one eye is blind and
one eye is nearly half blind, so the pupil light of Xie Qingcheng's eyes is
often scattered, and when he looks at someone, it is like a glazed pearl,
but instead it can reflect the reflection of the other person clearly, as if it
can see the heart.

"So you came here today just to talk to me about this?"

An Dongni didn't expect such a reaction from him and gritted her teeth,
"...... What are you still holding up for? If you are sad and upset you should
show weakness ...... Will you do the weak gesture?!"

"I don't know how." Xie Qingcheng said, "You'll teach me?"

"You-!"

An Dongni was furious.

Even though he had been humiliated to such an extent, Xie Qingcheng

still managed to hurt him in return, insulting him as the weak one.

He was too angry ......

For more than thirty years, Xie Qingcheng's presence has been an original
sin. No matter how much Xie Qingcheng looks at him, no matter how little
he cares about him, to An Dongni, it is his cousin who is pretending.

Since he was a child, he has imagined countless things about Xie

Qingcheng plotting against him, almost as if he was suffering from
paranoia. He felt that Xie Qingcheng was constantly watching him, fearing
that he was taking advantage of him, and whenever he suffered any
setbacks or injuries, he thought that Xie Qingcheng must be behind it.
It was Xie Qingcheng's father who stole what should have been his
father's and his position, and how could it be any different when Xie
Qingcheng was that man's son?

So Xie Qingcheng was responsible for losing his own workbook.

When he was stung by a centipede at home, he thought it was set by Xie

Qingcheng to get back at him.

Even the first time he fell for a boy who rejected him on the grounds that
he preferred his brother, he thought it was Xie Qingcheng's fault.

He was so self-centred and took himself so seriously that he blamed

everything that was not as good as he wanted on this cousin who actually
didn't bother to pay any attention to him.

And when he was confronted with Xie Qingcheng's indifference, he was

only more ashamed, thinking that Xie Qingcheng was pretending, that Xie
Qingcheng couldn't possibly care about him at all! How could Xie
Qingcheng not care about winning or losing between them?

This human pathology, which is worse than the mental Ebola disease,
made An Dongni lose his mind for a moment.

"Bang!" The heavy thud!

An Dongni was deeply entertained by the horrible sound.

He laughed, clutching Xie Qingcheng, who was now barely strong enough,
and slammed the head he hated into the corner of the table over and over
again, bleeding out and dripping bright red all over his palm.

Xie Lishen laughed and cursed his brother over and over again, a laugh so
distorted at the end that you couldn't even tell it was a laugh, and
entwined with his frantic voice was the thud of his head hitting the corner
of the table.

"You deserve to die! Xie Qingcheng, you should have been buried in the
ground with your ridiculous pride and rotted in the mud! You should have -
you should have -"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a voice change its pitch from
the doorway, followed by someone coming in and tugging on his arm.
"What are you doing?!!!"

Xie Qingcheng's hearing seemed to be blurred for a moment, and Xie

Qingcheng managed to raise his eyes as blood dripped straight down from
his forehead and into his eyes, staining his vision scarlet.

In that scarlet, he saw coming in a man ......

He had thought it would be He Yu.

But it's not.

The person who came in ...... turned out to be ...... Chen Man ......

Neither Xie Qingcheng nor An Dongni knew how he had found his way to
the He family and how he had found this room. In the midst of the
confusion, Chen Man has already rushed over and, in a standard
takedown, has pinned An Dongni to the ground, his eyes blazing with
rage, looking as if he wants to knock An Dongni unconscious, but Chen
Man is no longer as impulsive as he was then.

Using his senses to suppress his outburst of anger, he quickly fished the
handcuffs from the back of his waist, clicked An Dongni's hands into place
and rose from the floor.

"Brother! Are you all right? I'll take you to the hospital right away ...... I'll
take you to the hospital right away ......" Chen Man turned back and
scrambled to deal with the wound on Xie Qingcheng's forehead, he pulled
out his own blue and white bird check handkerchief and covered Xie
Qingcheng's bloodied wound, "I'll take you down."

"How did you find your way here ......"

"Xie Xue and I both felt that the messages you sent in the past few days
were not right, and we also felt that there was something strange about
you leaving the venue before, the more we thought about it the more
wrong it became ...... Later we went to your house to look for you, but we
couldn't see anyone, and the books on the table had accumulated a layer
of dust... ...and I thought ...... I thought you should be here ...... All in all it
was a long story ......" Chen Man shuddered, "Brother, He Yu did he bully
you? Is he ...... is he ......"

Xie Qingcheng shook his head to stop Chen Man's enquiry.

His lips had lost any blood at all.

Chen Man didn't dare delay and said, "I'll take you away now ......"

He turned his head sideways and called his teammates up -

After waiting for a few moments, footsteps came from outside the house.
Chen Man very carefully wiped the blood from Xie Qingcheng's forehead
and whispered, "Slow down, brother, it's okay. We're leaving now, right
away. ...... Xiao Zhang, come and help! Little ......"

When Chen Man looked up from his anxiety and saw the person standing
in the doorway of his bedroom, his face changed.

He Yu !

He Yu, dressed in a black trench coat of high-fashion tweed, is looking

eerily around the room. His gaze skims over An Dongni, lingers for a
moment on Chen Man's face and finally settles on Xie Qingcheng.

He stared at Xie Qingcheng's forehead, and after a pause, his lips parted
as he spoke to Chen Man: "You're breaking and entering, you know that,
Officer Chen."

Chen Man's partner came panting up at this point, "Team, Captain."

As soon as he saw He Yu at the door, he was taken aback: "Huh? When we

asked the housekeeper just now, he said you weren't there, and he even
lied to the police!"

He Yu ignored it and took one step into the bedroom, a little snow was
falling outside and some water stains from the melting snow were still on
the shoulders of his black jumper, he lifted his hand and took hold of the
tip of his glove and slowly removed it and tossed it aside.

Throughout this process, he never took his eyes off Xie Qingcheng's body.

"I've just come back from being out."

After a pause, he added, "I need an explanation - why you, the police, are
in my house."
Chen Man: "Here is the search warrant. You go and see for yourself."

He Yu didn't take it: "What are you searching for."

"It has been reported that you colluded with Duan Wen to introduce
banned/prohibited drugs into the inland medical/beauty market."

"Yes, I think I should hang a painting of me and Duan Wen raising a glass
in the living room, at least 3 metres by 2 metres, otherwise the evidence
would not be strong enough." He Yu said indifferently, "You can break into
a house and investigate just because someone reports you?"

"It doesn't stop there ......" Chen Man snapped, "We also located Xie
Qingcheng's phone in your possession!"

"......" He Yu was quiet for a moment, "It took quite a few days, I think, to
break through the screen/screening device I set up. In fact, you should
have called me earlier and asked me if Xie Qingcheng was in my house,
and I would have told you honestly - yes, that's right. He is here with me."

He stepped forward and, after examining the wound on Xie Qingcheng's

forehead at close range, he finally managed to roll his eyes and redirect
his gaze to Chen Man.

"He is here with me, why, the laws of this country do not allow Professor
Xie Qingcheng Xie to be treated in the home of an old friend?"

"You put him under house/house arrest-"

"Don't you bleed, Officer Chen, I didn't put him under house/house arrest,
I didn't lock the doors, I didn't close the windows, I didn't restrict him from
travelling, the only thing I did was block his mobile phone signal because
the doctors advised for him to recuperate and you guys were too
annoying, it's as simple as that."

"You mean he volunteered to stay with you this long? Don't be ridiculous
He Yu! He is now injured like this by your people ...... Are you blind to see
that?!"

"Saw that." He Yu said indifferently, "But I also saw you injure my personal
doctor as well, are you being violent/lawful, Officer Chan?"

"You-!"
"My doctor may have clashed with Professor Xie out of some personal
grudge, I wasn't here just now and don't know the details, but your
handcuffs are plainly cuffed to my personal doctor's hands and he still has
injuries on his face. I do have surveillance here, so why don't we go
together and pull up a record to see how you injured him and whether he
resisted?"

Chen Man's blood rushed to his face and he was so angry that he could
not even speak.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, a piercing buzzing in his skull, like an
alarm that his body was on the verge of extinction, and said to Chen Man,
"Don't argue with him, you can't argue with him. Let's go."

"But ......"

Xie Qingcheng braces himself, straightens his back and slowly walks
forward in a manner that is as unobtrusive as possible. He did not look at
Xie Lishen, nor at He Yu, nor even at Chen Man.

Alone, he barely straightened up and moved forward, walking past the

remains of the little fire dragon doll.

The little fire dragon, which He Yu mentions as a joke to Xie Lishen when
he is so proud of it ...... he walks past it and doesn't even look at it
anymore.

Blood continued to trickle down his forehead, and he reached up to cover

it, but the blood flowed more and more ......

As he walked past He Yu, he felt a slight tremor in his hand, as if he

wanted to make a gesture of support.

But He Yu did not move at all.

And Chen Man caught up with him and held him up again, " Xie
Qingcheng, I'll stay with you ......"

He Yu said grimly, "Don't you look at the surveillance records anymore,

Officer Chen? No more searching? Is this the way to go?"
Chen Man looked back angrily, "Remember, people are watching, as long
as you have really committed a crime, you will never escape this net of
justice."

He Yu's response was a sneer that fell at the corners of his lips: "What sin?
The crime of sleeping with your brother? By the way, I tell you, he didn't
put up much of a fight when I was doing that with him, and now it's a
crime to have a one-night stand?"

Chen Man bellowed, "He Yu, what the hell are you talking about-!"

"I'm bullshitting? You can look at the surveillance recordings and see the
footage, then you'll see how much he enjoyed himself in my place. I'm
afraid you'll have to wait until homosexuality is illegal before you have a
reason to arrest me."

Chen Man's face was contorted with rage.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, several times before he finally
found his voice from his anger and he ended up asking a question that
had nothing to do with his profession: "...... Do you still fucking like him?
He Yu ?"

"......"

There was dead silence in the room.

Not only Chen Man, but also An Dongni stared intently at He Yu's face.
Even Xiao Zhang, who was in the clouds, stared at him in disbelief.

Only Xie Qingcheng did not look back.

"I said it." He Yu said without any expression, "He and I are just a one-
night stand right now. My interest in him is limited. After spending more
than ten days together, what little interest there was from hatred and
nostalgia has almost run out. Take him away if you want, Officer Chen,
and save me the trouble of sending him off again myself."

Chen Man's eyes were red and he shuddered for a long time before
saying, "...... He Yu, you are a beast ......!"

He Yu snorted and didn't bother to argue with Chen Man, he just said,
"Thank you for the compliment, Officer Chen, please leave the key."
He paced over to An Dongni and lifted her up very gently and
thoughtfully, flexing his fingers and slowly brushing the bruises from her
face, the pupils of his eyes as deep as dark pools with no visible bottom: "I
have to unlock the door for someone."

Xie Qingcheng's injuries were too horrific for Chen Man to dwell on He Yu,
and he eventually returned to uncuff An Dongni.

"You remember that." Chen Man said through clenched teeth, "I will not
spare you lightly."

An Dongni just sneered with his head down and didn't say much.

Chen Man left with his group.

An Dongni and He Yu are the only two people left in this messy house.

An Dongni, holding the table, slowly straightened up from the floor and
wiped the blood off his hands. All this time, He Yu did not look at him, but
only looked down at the little fire dragon doll on the floor.

The little fire dragon, its tail flame shattered and its carapace touched,
just lay there dumbly, maintaining the silly smile that had never changed,
only that smile finally shattered too.

He looked at it for a long time and picked it up.

An Dongni tossed the bloodstained tissue into the paper basket, he

seemed to have had enough for the day and gasped, "I'm going back."

One reaches the door, but he hears a hushed voice behind him.

"Stay."

"......"

"I'll let you off the hook for using your organizational position to break into
my house. But-"
He Yu stood behind An Dongni, playing with the broken fire dragon doll,
and said grimly, "What did you say to Xie Qingcheng just now, can you
repeat it to me? Dr. An?"

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

Xie Qingcheng ： ...... What the hell did I do wrong to get into this kind of
thing?

He Yu: What the hell did I do wrong, why is Xie Qingcheng with Chen Man.

Little Bud: Because you three have something in common!

Little Fire Dragon Xie Qingcheng He Yu: What do you have in common?

Little Bud: You can't speak with your feet!

Little Fire Dragon: ?

He Yu :?

Xie Qingcheng ： ...... She is saying that she can't speak. Yaya, read with
uncle, speech, not foot speech.

Little bud bud: Well ...... uncle seize ...... you first send a few learned, then
come to teach me!

Xie Qingcheng ：.........

Chapter 207 - I still keep watch

An Dongni's face was tense: "You've got surveillance, go and watch it."

"As you know, there's no sound on the surveillance, only images." He Yu

was still playing with the little fire dragon, running his fingers over its
broken smile, "Say it, it's better if you say it yourself."

"I have nothing to say!" An Dongni exploded, " He Yu, don't forget your
own identity! Xie Qingcheng is the Dream Breaker's man, if you keep
tangling with him, do you believe Mr. Duan-"
No sooner had the words left his lips than An Dongni was thumped against
the wall by He Yu, who suddenly closed in on him.

" Duan Wen and I are just using each other to achieve our goals, we both
know that in our hearts, what do you think the point of moving him out
is?"

With that, He Yu slammed An Dongni's forehead against the wall once

more, and at the same time he let his hand, clutching An Dongni's hair,
graze the rough gravel wall so hard that his hand was bruised and blood
gushed out.

As soon as An Dongni smelled his blood, his eyes widened and he

panicked, fumbling for something in his pocket.

But it was too late.

"Speak." He Yu had given the order in one word, "What did you just tell
Xie Qingcheng! Speak clearly!!!"

It was a poorly conceived lie, and He Yu had already guessed it when he

saw the scene of the confrontation, but he needed to know more about
the situation.

The power of the blood parasite was now so overwhelming that it had a
certain effect on normal people, and An Dongni had no time to defend
himself.

By the time An Dongni had finished, there was dead silence in the villa.

He Yu sat back in his chair in front of the desk, running his fingers over
the blood that had not yet dried on the corner of Xie Qingcheng. His chest
was stuffed with anger, his face was expressionless, but that
expressionlessness was more horrific than anger.

An Dongni completes the order given by the blood parasite.

Slowly, it is about to recover from the control.

He Yu, however, stared at him, his lips moving lightly, "Come here."

An Dongni was immediately controlled again, drifting forward in a trance.

He Yu: "Come back on your knees."

He Yu watched numbly as he watched him kneel down in front of him,

then reached out and patted An Dongni's head, a creepy smile spreading
at the corners of his mouth.

The smile was short-lived before He Yu smashed the corner of An Dongni's

forehead against the hard wooden table corner, and as An Dongni
struggled to come out of the blood compulsion, he kicked her in the chest,
"Bang! An Dongni crashed into a nearby trinket rack!

Having done so, He Yu drew a white tissue and wiped the blood from his
fingertips.

"Are you tired of living and waving your name around in my name?"

The power of the blood compulsion finally ended and An Dongni struggled
to get up from the ground, coughing up blood and glaring at He Yu with
red eyes: "How dare you use your powers on someone inside the
organisation?!"

He Yu narrowed his eyes, "Dare?"

"......"

"It is my freedom whether I use it or not. Haven't you guys always

guarded against my blood compulsion? That's why you invented it." He Yu
swept An Dongni's hand, "It's a pity you didn't take it out and put it on."

"You-!"

"Go and tell Duan Wen." He Yu said coldly, "Go ahead. I have never been
master and servant to him, but you may not be. Do you want me to tell
him how you waste your time on personal vendettas?"

An Dongni cut his teeth and said, "You are repaying me for saving your
life for two years..."

"When did I sleep with you every day and make love to you every night for
those two years?" He Yu's eyes sharpened.
An Dongni: "......"

The atmosphere in the room was too stiff and the air pressure too low.

An Dongni stared intently at He Yu's face, as if he was rapidly thinking of a

way to hurt him and to stop the effects of the affair.

Eventually, it occurred to him.

An Dongni wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowed,
caught his breath and spoke, "So what are you going to do now?"

"You want to go and explain things to him? Then go ahead!" An Dongni's

eyes were full of mockery, "Do you think he cares? Xie Qingcheng is
already with Chen Man, you think he cares who you sleep with?"

He Yu's face became increasingly sombre.

"You can go watch the surveillance, He Yu, you can go take a good look at
how he reacted after he heard me doing those things with you, how calm
a person, he didn't even bat an eyelid!"

"My cousin's blood is cold, he doesn't see you at all, whether you sleep
with me or you flirt with thousands of people, he won't even look at you.
How pathetic are you that you have to tell him the truth? To hold your
heart out to him like you did three years ago and let him trample on it?"

" Xie Qingcheng is the best at ignoring hearts in his life, even if you tell
him that I am lying to him, that there is no other person in your heart's
bed but him to replace him, he will not have any feelings. He would have
donated even your life for his justice, your obsession is nothing more than
a child's joke in his eyes!"

"I fucking saved your face so you wouldn't be as humble as a dog in front
of Xie Qingcheng, and you don't thank me and treat me like this, do you?

"Get out." He Yu raised his eyes morosely, interrupting An Dongni's

rambling.

"......"
"I have long since lost my love for Xie Qingcheng, but torturing him is
something only I can do. Duan Wen also knows very well that this is what I
want." He Yu's tone was even colder than before.

"He's on my chopping block, you don't get to take over. Stay away from
my prey, and if it happens again, I'll chop off one of your fingers if he loses
a hair."

His gaze was as dark as the turning ink of the sky as he tossed the tissue
that had wiped the blood from his fingertips in front of An Dongni's face,
his snow-white teeth snapping out the last two words.

"Get lost."

"............" An Dongni seemed to want to say something else, but he met

He Yu's eyes and finally faltered, swallowing again the blood-soaked
spittle.

Turn around and leave.

After he left, He Yu re-pulled out the old little fire dragon ...... he looked at
its broken smile and mended tail.

He closed his eyes and held it, hands interlocked, against his tightly
furrowed brow.

"Why ......"

He murmured softly, pained and trapped.

Why did you keep it ...... If you kept it, why did you protect Chen Man in
the first place and later stay with Chen Man ......

Why ...... Xie Qingcheng ......

In fact, you still have me in your heart after all ...... is that right? You are
not as cold and indifferent as you appear to be ...... is that so ...... right?

He clutched the tattered dragon puppet, like the tattered tangle of love
and hate between him and Xie Qingcheng that could no longer be sorted
out. He sat there rigidly, like a little fire dragon, a little sick dragon,
holding on to the last inch of warmth and shimmer in the endless rain.
He thought he could no longer hold that flame when the storm came
down.

But the rain has been falling for three years.

He doesn't tell everyone, and he won't even tell himself - deep down, he
actually still keeps watch.

Xie Qingcheng went home.

The first few days were difficult, with a steady stream of enquiries and
visits, most of them with the intention of asking questions. The only
people who really understood him and were able to save his mind were
Xie Xue and Chen Man.

Xie Xue was furious when he found out the details, especially that the
injury on Xie Qingcheng's forehead was the result of Xie Lishen.

She said to Chen Man through clenched teeth, "I even invited him to my
wedding reception behind my brother's back ...... because he's actually
our cousin ...... he hasn't been as bad to me as he was to my brother, I
thought he would at least ...... he would at least have some brotherly
consideration for my sake, but I never thought he, he would ......"

She stomped her foot in chagrin.

Chen Man: "Did you have much contact with him?"

Xie Xue shook his head, "A lot as a kid, he was a little nicer to me, than he
was to the others, but he never came back after he fell out with our family
and never initiated contact with my brother again. But ......"

"But?"

"But he still sends me some messages over New Year's Eve, and when I
almost had an accident at Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital, he knew
about it and called me to ask how I was doing. I thought he didn't have
such a bad conscience."
Xie Xue paused for a moment and asked Chen Man softly, "Is he ...... Xie
Lishen he, too, of ...... that Mandela organization?"

Chen Man is a bit stumped.

He felt that he should not tell Xie Xue too much about Mandela's
organisation, the more he knew about it, the worse it would be for Xie
Xue, but Xie Xue was Xie Qingcheng's sister, and Duan Wen's crimes had
spread to the community long after the Wei Rong incident. Xie Xue could
not have resisted asking for more.

So she was in a state of half-knowledge, and she was worried, staring into
Chen Man's eyes, hoping that he would give her an answer.

Chen Man thought for a while and finally said, "...... We can't be sure of
anything yet, Xie Xue, and a lot of things are still just speculation."

Xie Xue's eyes are slightly dark.

Chen Man: "All these truths will come out sooner or later, until then,
protect yourself and don't let your brother worry. And ...... don't ask him
about these situations, okay?"

"Well, don't worry about that, I won't."

They now try to avoid mentioning these things in front of Xie Qingcheng,
not talking about An Dongni and not talking about He Yu at all, they both
feel that these two names are a thorn in Xie Qingcheng's side, a man who
has suffered too much for them to make him suffer more.

In fact, to occupy Xie Qingcheng's attention, Xie Xue has had the good
sense to bring buds with her these days.

The baby lived up to his name and after meeting his uncle it only took half
an hour to get Xie Qingcheng, who hadn't spoken much in days, to say a
long sentence: "Don't touch your feet with your hands and then put your
hands in your mouth."

Sprout reacted by giggling and waddling up the bed, throwing herself into
the arms of Xie Qingcheng, who was sitting up in bed, wrapping her arms
around his neck and giving him a milk-filled kiss.

"Uncle grabbed ...... for a hug."

Xie Qingcheng sighed and hugged her.

At this point, Nha Nha is still inside the house, pestering Xie Qingcheng to
tell her fairy tales, while outside, Xie Xue and Chen Man continue to talk.

Xie Xue :" Chen Man, anyway, this time ...... really thank you ......"

"It's fine, it's what I'm supposed to do."

Xie Xue hesitated for another moment and continued somewhat

hesitantly, "I, I actually know you've been treating my brother ......"

Chen Man slightly stiff.

"But you've never done anything like He Yu. He Yu he's just too ...... now,"
she said, thinking of all He Yu had done for their family, and finally not
saying anything further, except that her feelings were already mixed.

Chen Man didn't pick up on it. He knew he'd actually almost done it
himself.

He was almost about to commit the same sin after the wedding feast that
year, but he came to his senses after all. Over the years, he had worked
hard to become different from the man he was then. In the three or two
years that Xie Qingcheng had been away, he had matured faster and
honed his skills more than ever.

He had originally wanted to surpass himself and become someone who

was good enough for Xie Qingcheng to see.

But in the process, he came to understand that there were things he could
not force himself to do. He had seen how obsessively He Yu had fallen in
love with Xie Qingcheng, and how cold-hearted and indifferent he had
become.

He asked himself, could he give as much as He Yu to pursue Xie

Qingcheng? Three years ago he thought he could, but later, under fire, in
successive missions and in the sacrifice of his comrades, he learnt that he
was not an island like He Yu.

He has the grace of his parents, the weight of his family, the silver flower
on his shoulder and the badge on his cap.
There are many things he must look after, and he cannot simply cut off
someone because he loves them.

So he knew he could not chase Xie Qingcheng, only he still loved him.

So he knew that his love was not as deep as He Yu's, but it was still love,
just not as obsessive and crazy.

Last year his mother was seriously ill, and when she was sick she kept
saying that she wanted Chen Man to find someone who would stop
adventuring in the wind and rain.

Chen Man looked at his mother's grey face at that time and thought, "It
seems like yesterday when she was a beautiful woman, she has wrinkles
and silver hair now. His parents were very old-fashioned and would never
have accepted that he liked men.

When he was young, he thought about what it would be like to chase Xie
Qingcheng down and then find the courage to tell his parents.

But Xie Qingcheng did not love him, and now that he knew so much and
had a new understanding of life, he could no longer let his family suffer so
much because of his own selfish desires.

Chen Man looked at Xie Xue and didn't continue the conversation, he said,
"I have an assignment starting next week, while I'm away, you have to
keep an eye on Xie Qingcheng, it's best to get him to the Wei family, in
the Wei family's territory, He Yu at least won't do anything too excessive.
If your brother doesn't cooperate, you'll have ......"

"Let Bud talk him into it." Xie Xue and Chen Man have a heart to heart.

"...... Hmm. That's right."

Xie Xue said, "Good, then you must also be careful when you go out on
missions, my brother has always treated you like a member of our family,
if something happens to you ......"

She looked at Chen Man's face, which was already scarred after three
years as a frontline detective and almost all the crimes she had targeted
were related to Duan Wen's Mandela organisation.

"He'll be very upset if something happens to you."

Chen Man nodded his head.

He stood in the small courtyard, looking through the window glass into the
house, watching Xie Qingcheng's tired side, and he thought to himself,
Brother, if all goes well, this crime ...... that has been going on for decades
will soon ...... be over.

You and I, and the people under the spring, we can, at last, all wait for an
accounting.

Brother, on this classified mission, I hope I can return successfully.

Then I'll be by your side, as a brother, as a friend, just like that greeting
card once said.

Time passes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the weekend is here.

Inside the conference room of the Huzhou Police Department -

Most of the people involved in Operation Dreambreaker are here,

including the criminal police, the armed police, military cadres, medical
experts, researchers, administrative staff and so on. Fortunately, the
conference room was large enough to accommodate all these people.

"During the two years we fought with Duan Wen, we gradually got hold of
a lot of information about their base. This information was gained from
battle after battle, drop after drop of blood, and even a human life."

Standing on the conference platform was the commander of the Huzhou

headquarters.

He is giving a powerful pre-battle rally to his fellow soldiers. His gaze is

hawk-like, his face wolf-like, his hand propped up on a huge metallic
podium, behind which a constantly changing projection screen scrolls with
information about Mandela's organisation.

"Three years ago, at the Battle of Hiroshima, we fought the Mandela

organization head-on for the first time, and although we obtained the
positioning of their island and some information, when we sent our troops
to land on that mysterious island, we were struck by what could almost be
described as a devastating blow, killing and wounding our comrades, and
those who lived, carrying the hopes of their compatriots, brought back
frontline news -"

He paused, the controller in his hand moved and the projection screen
settled on a thermal image of an island.

" Mandela Island, with its extensive shielding, is a 'Treasure Island' almost
completely isolated from the world."

"If we hadn't broken through their control system, we never would have
been able to find their exact location. We were too adventurous back
then, treating these people simply as a normal criminal organisation, and
we paid a terrible price for it. The soldiers who were lucky enough to come
back alive said that the island was completely beyond what normal
society should look like, it was like a futuristic world with all sorts of
weapons facilities that we had never seen before. For example-"

The commander changes the screen image again.

"Combat form robots."

"War Machine Dogs - I think they got their inspiration from Resident Evil
Cerberus."

"A chemical river of blood that even a bird would die flying over."

With every word he speaks, he taps the controller button he is holding and
the picture changes to a side-by-side of the corresponding physical or
chemical weapon.

"As well." The commander finally clicked again and the river of blood
disappeared and what slowly appeared on the screen was a dense forest,
but if one looked more closely, one would see that it was not just any
dense forest, but a blackened succession of ......

"The Dark Morrowind Labyrinth."

"Almost eighty percent of this island has been designed as a maze using
the natural terrain, the remaining twenty percent is their core base
fortress." The commander said, "Our men have been consistently trying to
break through for the past three years, only to die in large numbers at the
gunpoint of those surreal weapons. And I think one of the most important
reasons why this island has been made a ghostly place on earth is
because Mandela's organisation is, fundamentally speaking, a scientific
organisation."

"On this island live some of the leading scientific madmen from all over
the world, as I must call them, because they have not used their talents
for the good of mankind, but have been convicted of having carried out
inhumane scientific experiments in their countries."

The picture has changed again, this time to a couple of profile shots of
wanted men.

"All we know so far is that Zhuo Ya, who designed the war robot, was
listed as a fugitive from justice in 2004 for conducting radiation tests on
kidnapped children in the Chernobyl no-man's land."

"Ivan, there are so many Russians with that name that there is no way to
check and no one has ever seen what he really looks like in person,
except that our people heard Zhuo Ya mention it when they fought her,
and Ivan and Zhuo Ya were so friendly when they met in their hometown
that they worked with each other to design a more flexible robot dog."

"And Hui Zhen."

After two foreign names, a Chinese name suddenly appeared, or such an

old-fashioned Chinese name that it was actually a bit out of place, but
none of the dream-breakers present let out a laugh.

They both looked very seriously at the profile painting of the woman's
face.

"Like Ivan, none of us have ever seen Hui Zhen's true face. But in the past
few decades, there have been several horrific killings in the country that
cannot be explained by conventional science, where the dead have been
reduced to puddles of pus and blood on the floor, and the killer has not
been caught. The police officers who investigated these cases profiled
that killer and the portrait came out that she was a woman, and a very
thoughtful and highly educated woman who was a scientist ...... The code
name given to her by our old interrogators was characteristic of their
time, hence the name 'Hui Zhen '."
The commander looked around the room with a serious gaze: " Hui Zhen's
cases in the country, which ended in the 1970s, were followed by 40 or 50
years of no more killings that shrunk people into pus and blood, and we
even began to think that Hui Zhen had died quietly ...... Or maybe he had
just washed his hands of it and never did it again. Until last year when we
landed on Mandela Island for the fourth time and an officer who had
broken into the depths of Moro's labyrinth was targeted by an automatic
machine gun ...... and then reduced to a puddle of blood. We were
subjected to a video transmission of his dying breath, a process that took
a mere five seconds."

"So Hui Zhen is probably still alive and, for now, living on this troll-like
island at sea."

The commander paused again.

He looked into the eyes of each person present, as if to confirm the will in
their eyes.

"But there is no war that justice cannot win, no bloodshed in vain. This
intelligence ...... this ......" he slid the controller scroll wheel and the screen
image began to split like an avalanche, countless documents of data
windblown snow gathering and scattering around the screen, a feverish
rush of blood stirred in the commander's chest as he said The 5,489
pieces of intelligence, large and small, we've received over the past three
years have finally given us a sufficient response to the weapons on this
island - now we can finally launch our final operation - it had to be the
final operation. We have to give Mandela's organisation a complete blow
while they haven't brought their banned drugs, their nightmares, their
insane scientific research to fully invade our normal society."

"Three years." The commander's eyes were a little moist under the
projection lights, "It's time to end it."

After the meeting was adjourned, the commander returned wearily to his
office.

This pre-war mobilisation was a success and everyone knew that this
operation was their real battle after the first attack three years ago, a
turnaround final battle that they had prepared well for.

But ......
The commander's eyes fell to the computer in his office.

There is a rotating diorama of Mandela Island, with the known battle areas
marked in red, yet there is a blank field near the central castle
fortress ......

The commander couldn't help but pinch his brow bone with his fingers.

This place had not been reached by any soldiers or any probing
instruments, their countermeasures were almost completely ineffective
here, and with the products of scientific research that they had to face
that could not be imagined with common sense, he was really worried that
this twenty percent adventure would wipe them out.

He needs data.

He had to get that data before their fleet departed ......

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The commander looked up sharply, as if anticipating something.

It was only once the secretary came in that he spoke up, "Sir, there's
someone outside who wants to see you, and he-"

"Hurry up and get him in." The commander interrupted the secretary
directly.

The door opened completely and out of the shadowed darkness came a
tall, handsome looking man with silver-rimmed, thin-rimmed glasses, who
stopped in front of the Commander's desk.

The commander froze: "...... Professor Tse?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I've come to deliver information from the Duan Wen
islands to you, sir. I hope that what I have on hand is what you need."

He said, handing the commander a high-tech microscopic mobile disk with

a cold, hard, metallic sheen.
"It's all here."

--

It turns out that Xie Qingcheng was not really just recovering at He Yu's
house.

In fact, He Yu was right. Although Xie Qingcheng was under surveillance

during those days, He Yu did not really put him under house arrest and did
not restrict his personal freedom. If Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave,
he could have done so at any time.

Xie Qingcheng did not go, not because he was willing to tangle with He
Yu, but because - for one thing - he was so weak that he did not have the
extra strength to pull with it.

Second Coming ......

He managed to watch the surveillance loophole during that time and

eventually found out something about Mandela's organisation from He
Yu's correspondence!

He was never really willing to degenerate into a useless, manipulative,

lifeless patient.

"Where did you get these ......" The commander looked slightly stiff and
frozen, as if he had a premonition of what was to come, but he put his
hand up anyway.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the moving disc, two long, cold
white fingers suddenly held it down.

The commander followed the finger up and met Xie Qingcheng's eyes,
"What do you mean."

With a puzzled look on his face, Xie Qingcheng said to the commander,
"Before you accept this file, I have something very important that I would
like to get your confirmation on."

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Chapter 208 - Let's go, one way or
the other
On Monday, Chen Man met with Xie Qingcheng for the last time before he
left.

Xie Qingcheng, who is also a member of the Dream Breakers, naturally

knows his next task.

"Brother, the bruise on your forehead ......"

"It's okay, it's better." Xie Qingcheng and Chen Man walk side by side in
the martyrs' cemetery, the breeze brushing the hems of their black coats.

After Wei Rong's sins were made public, the tombs of Xie Ping and Zhou
Muying were finally moved to the garden by the Huzhou police, near Chen
Lisheng's tombstone.

The fragrance of white chrysanthemums lingers on the fingertips of Xie

Qingcheng and Chen Man as they each offer bouquets of white flowers to
those who died many years ago.

Xie Qingcheng looks at Chen Lisheng's tomb, the sound of pine and
cypress waves in his ears, and the mocking of crows: "We'll be on the
move tomorrow, won't we?"

"Hmm."

"Twenty-three years."

"Yeah ......"

"In fact, I still remember my dad telling me before his accident that one of
his apprentices would be visiting my house in a few days ...... I think that
means your brother. The two of them have always had a good relationship
as master and apprentice, unlike the others my dad brought along
before."

The gold lettering on the tombstone has been dulled by the time that has
elapsed.
"My dad didn't take many apprentices before, almost all of them were
taught with colleagues, except for your brother and one of your brother's
classmates who was completely under his tutelage before he even
graduated."

"Well, I know. It's big brother Li Yun. His grave is here too, right here
at ......"

Xie Qingcheng had no intention of going to pay his respects, he just

mentioned casually that Li Yun had joined another master after her
conversion, and that he did not know the family very well.

The two of them spend some more time in silence in the cemetery with
the dead, the forest leaves rustling.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly said to Chen Man, "That's right."

"Hmm?"

"Part of the reason you had to move to Canton three years ago was
because you heard their suspicions about He's Pharmaceuticals, wasn't
it."

Chen Man's eyes widened as he was shaken.

He did not expect Xie Qingcheng to suddenly change the subject and ask
him such a question.

This question was not even asked of him by Xie Qingcheng three years
ago, but now ......

The clouds are low and Xie Qingcheng's hands are in the pockets of his
trench coat, and he deliberately does not look at Chen Man, but at the
gravestones of the fallen officers.

Chen Man's voice was a little shaky, and even though Xie Qingcheng had
talked about it after he had talked about something else, he sensed it at
once - that this was what Xie Qingcheng really wanted to talk about when
he met him today.

He shuddered, "Brother ...... you ...... knew about this a long time ago?"

"...... hmm."
Chen Man's face grew whiter: "Then you ...... Then why did you ......"

"Why don't I ask you, do I?" Xie Qingcheng looked at Chen Lisheng's
tombstone and whispered to Chen Man.

"......"

"Why didn't I ask you after He Yu's accident at sea that year. Why didn't I
ever ask you when I had so many opportunities in the last three years."

"......"

A crow's cry pierces the sky, and in the sullen cemetery, Xie Qingcheng
finally turns slowly sideways and looks at Chen Man.

"Because I chose to trust you, I trusted a police officer." Xie Qingcheng

said, "I know that you hated He Yu at the time and that you were
desperate to find evidence of his treachery, which was selfish. However, I
also believe that you never wanted to wrongly accuse him, nor did you
intend to deliberately kill him or insist on killing him during your arrest."

" Xie Qingcheng ......"

"People have selfishness, the key is to be able to keep that last line. I
grew up watching you and I know you always had that line in your heart,
so even though you were the last person to see He Yu at that time, I didn't
believe you would use your public/job to deliberately hurt him out of
selfishness."

It was only then that Chen Man realised why Xie Qingcheng, who had left
China three years earlier, had asked himself "What was He Yu like at that
time?" when they last met.

And after his own silence, Xie Qingcheng didn't press the issue any
further.

Chen Man's eyes filled with tears - yes, he had gone to Guangzhou partly
because he really wanted to grow up, but also partly because, as Xie
Qingcheng said, he did learn that there might be problems with He Yu's
dealings in Guangzhou, and he thought that if He Yu had really committed
a crime, he could personally to catch.
When He Yu died and his suicide note was revealed, everyone knew that
He Yu had been wrongly accused and he had very mixed feelings at that
time.

And so this incident in which he learned about the criminal intelligence of

the He Group back then became a sharp claw that has been tormenting
his heart.

He wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng several times, but he didn't dare to,
for fear that if he did, Xie Qingcheng would misunderstand ...... him, but
he didn't expect that Xie Qingcheng would see everything clearly from the
beginning.

Chen Man shuddered, "Don't you ...... suspect me?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I know you are not by nature like that."

Chen Man's tears finally fell as he choked out, "Xie Qingcheng ......"

Xie Qingcheng: "After I have told you this today, the last knot in your
heart will be gone. Chen Man, I hope you don't have to suffer with yourself
because of what happened three years ago and you can't find peace. I
didn't have a good time all these years because I resented anyone, I just
thought I could have handled it better so that He Yu wouldn't have gotten
into trouble. But I didn't."

Chen Man wiped his tears with all his might and shook his head, "No,
brother, it's not."

"Tomorrow you're going out to sea, to Mandela Island. It's a very

dangerous place." Xie Qingcheng looked into Chen Man's eyes, "So I want
you to go without any burdens on your shoulders and then remember,
always protect yourself. When you come back, live well for your big
brother."

His voice was calm, low, and had the same calming power as ever before.

Chen Man could not hold back any longer, and the block that had been in
his chest for three years slowly disintegrated as he cried out.

He knew it was Xie Qingcheng who was worried about him if anything
happened to him, before he left he took the initiative to pick through the
thorns and release the heavy burden from his heart. He wiped his tears
and said, "Brother ...... thank you ......"

Xie Qingcheng tapped him on the shoulder, leaned over and finally lit a
cigarette at Chen Lisheng's grave.

Twenty-three years.

Is the dawn, indeed, coming?

The cemetery is cold and silent, and it is as if countless eyes are watching
the living who are about to travel far away to seek justice.

Little did Chen Man know at this moment that Xie Qingcheng had taken
the initiative to untie him, not just because he was worried that something
might happen to him, but because he already had an idea in mind for the
battle.

That idea is one that no one but the Dean of Mayfair knows about yet.

The next day, at the break of dawn, the real encounter, at last, began.

A group of front-line troops, including Chen Man, waited three years for
the official landing on Mandela while He Yu and other key players were
still in the country.

The vast army assembled, embarked and set off -

The fleet broke the ocean and sailed out into the vast open sea, heading
for the island they knew they had located.

The first group of 3,000 personnel for this operation consisted of a nucleus
of armed SWAT officers, Interpol officers and scientific researchers who
had been fighting with Duan Wen for many years, leading combat-
experienced fighters equipped with highly sophisticated weaponry. The
main task of this group of fighters was to penetrate as much of Mandela's
core as possible, while gathering real-time operational intelligence,
passing it on to the rear headquarters personnel and constantly
completing the information to spearhead the second and third
reinforcements.

Zheng Jingfeng has become one of the heads of the back office, as he is
getting older and the Commander-in-Chief has not asked him to go to the
front line. Although he is an old detective with no official position, he has
been in charge of the case for twenty years and has been given the
important task of being the leader of the Dream Breakers.

These days, he is not at home at all, working overtime at the

headquarters almost continuously.

Zheng Jingfeng stares at the command post as the news continues to

come in from the front line, the blood in each man's eyes is almost a
spider's web, and the data continues to snowball.

"Updated the attack mode of combat robots to include a new chance of

self/explosion when a robot is attacked until it is unable to move."

"Data has been analyzed and the absolute safe distance for the droids to
self/explode is one kilometre. Their head device has the lowest chance of
detonation and it is recommended to target the head for attack during
combat."

"The attack data for the battle droids is currently at ninety-five percent."

"......"

Zheng Zhengfeng is a cranky old man who doesn't like milk tea, but as he
stares at the values and the live footage of the battle from the front, with
its smoke and blood, he can't help but reach out and grab the fatty milk
tea the technician is holding and take a heavy swig to try to make himself
feel better.

"Team Zheng, my milk tea ......"

"I've given it to me, you keep changing the data, don't stop."

"......"

The results of the battle have been remarkable, with nearly half of
Mandela's detailed map already created in the background in just three
days, thanks to the "Windber", a combat numerical collection device
designed by the technical boss of the command. The Windber is a wrist
loop that can be worn by soldiers to accurately record battle values and
automatically record important battle scenes and the island's terrain.
Each of the 3,000 soldiers they sent out was equipped with a "Windber".

"How's the map coming along?"

"It's forty-two percent accurate."

Zheng Jingfeng smiled and slapped the technician on the shoulder, "Great!
When it's increased to fifty percent, I'll order a cup of milk tea for each of
you."

Technician: "...... Team Zheng, you're so fucking stingy."

But the excitement in everyone's heart was real. The map Windber had
created was not the same as the vague satellite map before, its data
would be imported into the weaponry of the second group of landers, and
the artificial ai would give battle cues to the recorded attack targets,
would tell the combatants what to do, and would be able to guide the way
for the combatants to break through the obstacles.

In other words, the Windber system will become a "game cheat" for the
fighters.

The Dreambreakers had given the first group of pioneers the task of
attacking to thirty percent within a week, and because of the much
preparatory work they had done previously and the high morale of the
soldiers, they had already reached forty-two percent on the third day,
which greatly exceeded the Dreambreakers' expectations. Even more
encouraging was the fact that the number of soldiers sacrificed by the
Dreambreakers was also far below expectations. These long-standing
veterans exercised their great ability to survive on the battlefield, dodging
one attack from the steel machines with their flesh and blood.

By the fifth day, however, the situation had suddenly taken a turn for the
worse.

In the middle of the night on this day, the monitor in command suddenly
let out an alarming cry which startled everyone around him.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Jingfeng immediately snatched up the question,

leopard eyes staring at the screen.
Although the old policeman couldn't read the string of English codes on it,
he had been watching the monitor for so many days that the sudden
appearance of a large red colour on the screen made cold sweat drip
down his face before he could wait for an answer.

What followed was a shivering explanation from the technician that

stabbed him hard in the heart like an ice pick.

"Team Zheng! The Feng Bo system monitoring points ...... have suddenly
disappeared one by one ......"

"!!!"

The Windber system monitoring points are, to put it bluntly, the bands on
each warrior's wrist, and they don't stop recording unless they've been
tampered with.

But the bracelets are carried close to the warriors, and their sudden
disappearance from the map would mean that -

"Frontline ......" the technician shuddered, "Frontline fighters ......

suddenly... ...suddenly and massively killed in action ......"

Tech B said with a miserable grimace, "No monitoring data coming back."

Tech C wipes sweat: "At fifty-six percent of Mandela Island, all data
transmissions are down ...... have no idea what's going on ......"

It's almost like a horror story.

The army of more than 2,000 men suddenly disappeared from the map
with great speed, as if they were not more than 2,000 men, but more than
2,000 ants, so many lives could be extinguished in an instant by the fall of
a giant's foot. And the recorder didn't even have time to capture any of
the battle scene!

Everyone gathered, and after seeing the scene on the screen, there was
silence.

"How did this happen ......" It took a long time before someone broke the
dead silence in the command room.

"Can you contact the frontline staff?"

"No, all transmissions are also interrupted ......"

The commander opened a satellite map and the army was in trouble in
the middle of Mandela Island, near the Blood River, a man-made chemical
river that acts as a natural barrier to the Mandela fortress.

The Blood River is a man-made chemical river that is a natural barrier to

Mandela's fortress. It is constantly steaming with toxic chemical fumes
that the island's animals never dare to approach and no grass grows
around it.

They had known about this feature of the Blood River for a long time and
had also equipped their soldiers with special anti-poisoning equipment
before they set off, so it was by no means possible for this to happen.

And if it was an accident while crossing the Blood River, then the loss of
the front line should also have been in batches, and it is unlikely that the
entire unit of over 2,000 men broke company in just a few seconds.

Commander: "Tune the data, how long was the time between the last
message from the front and the complete disconnection?"

The technician's fingers crackled over the keyboard, "Report sir, 2.47
seconds."

The command room was practically pin drop.

2.47 seconds.

What could hit a team of 2,000 people with highly sophisticated weapons
in 2.47 seconds and not miss a single person? Duan Wen is on Mandela
himself, it's not like he's going to drop any nukes on his lair, and as far as
satellite monitoring can tell, there's no major damage on Mandela
itself ......

Was there some secret weapon on that island that they hadn't spent three
years monitoring?

The pupils of the commander's eyes were tightening violently as he stared

at the screen.

What's really going on ......!

Day 6.

No news.

On the seventh day, there were still no messages from anyone alive
ahead.

All the relevant top brass had gathered inside the Dreambreaker's general
headquarters, anxiety spreading among them with the smoke from their
cigarettes. Commissar Wang arrived at Huzhou on the morning of the
sixth day. He was already very old, and after a long day and night, his
eyes were sunken and he was drained, but he refused to rest, staring at
the screen, as if hoping that a few surviving green dots would suddenly
appear among the red that represented "destruction".

But no.

Two days have passed and nothing miraculous has happened.

The Dream Breakers' mission to attack the island was a classified mission,
so of course the people would not know about it, but the accidents caused
by the drugs "Hearing Water" and "Submissive" could not be hidden.

If Duan Wen's drug trials had previously been limited to leukaemia

patients, and the numbers were, after all, limited, the situation was
completely different when the medical aesthetic treatment drug was
involved.

There has been a spate of cases in society of people who have misused
banned drugs because they have not been injected with pure
concentrations of rn-13. These cases are not pure psychiatric Ebola of the
Xie Qingcheng type, but rather more violent and obvious outbreaks, most
typically in the form of a sudden loss of consciousness and aggressive
behaviour towards those around them. Researchers now refer to these
people as "sub-psychotic Ebola patients".

A few days ago, one of the victims of Black Medical Beauty, who had not
been detected by the police in time, had a sudden attack in an
underground station and beat up an elderly passenger beside him, who is
still in hospital.
There is a growing fear of the disease and even those who are discharged
from hospital with sub-psychiatric Ebola are treated differently by others
with tinted glasses.

"A madman should stay in a madhouse."

"On what basis are they released? Are you sure they're really cured? Who
knows when they'll have another attack, it's socially irresponsible to
release them!"

"It's disgusting, to cure your leukemia, to use illegal drugs when you can't
afford it, and the kind of women who go for plastic surgery to look pretty,
who have no sense of responsibility to the country, infecting diseases and
becoming a cancer to the country! For the safety of the country and its
people, we should shoot them irresponsible trash!"

"Indeed, let them go to hell. It's all self-inflicted."

The island campaign is in an unknown situation, while society is in another

state of chaos and things are getting worse.

By the eighth day.

Disputes began to arise within the Dream Breakers.

The second group had been scheduled to leave for Mandela the day
before to join the first group from the rear, but this process has been
delayed by the current situation.

Some in high places believe that the second group of soldiers must leave
immediately without further delay, otherwise the mission will not be
completed. Others believe that the weapon that destroyed the second
army in 2.47 seconds is not known and that sending the second group to
the rescue could cause more serious consequences and sacrifice more
innocent soldiers.

Surprisingly, despite the fact that Chen Man was in the first echelon and
his life or death was currently uncertain, Political Commissar Wang chose
to side with the latter after a long period of deliberation.

He said, "We can't let the elite die for nothing; we must find out more
about the situation before we can send our fighters to the front line."
There was also a question from the top brass to the Commander-in-Chief:
"- Haven't you always said that you have a scattergun? Your scattergun is
no help at all in the face of this problem, is it?"

The Commander-in-Chief looked ironic, his tongue licking his lips, looking
like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue and didn't.

Zheng Jingfeng suddenly said, "What if we turn the second tier into the
third tier?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is ......" Zheng Jingfeng had been thinking about this method
for a whole day, he made up his mind and spoke, "In order to avoid more
sacrifices, we will not send the second echelon for the time being Instead,
we will select a few experienced volunteer fighters who will aim at nothing
else, go up to the island, go straight to the vicinity of the Blood River and
try to find out what is going on there, this is better than knowing nothing."

Commander: "I've actually thought about this method you mentioned,

but-"

"But?"

"There are still a lot of robot soldiers and mechanical fighting dogs left in
the cleared part of the island, the chances of being able to reach them
successfully are very low." The commander sighed, "It requires very good
hands, and insight, otherwise there is absolutely no chance of surviving
once you go head to head with a large number of mechanical fighters."

"I can go." Zheng Jingfeng said.

Everyone was silent, and all those eyes, either surprised or sharp, looked
at the old detective.

"You know my resume, you know my counter-surveillance skills, my

insight, you know what I've done in these decades of criminal policing."
The old cop said, "I'm willing to take someone to the island."

A long silence.
Finally it was Commissar Wang who coughed, with some hidden sigh in his
voice.

" Mr. Zheng, it is true that you were once the number one overall criminal
police officer in Huzhou and a frontline cadre, but you are getting old ......"

Zheng Jingfeng: "I am older, but I am also more experienced, I once

infiltrated a Burmese drug dealer's base with my teammates, we
infiltrated inside for four whole days, eating only a little compressed
biscuit on my body, not moving a muscle ...... I can do the same now
without being discovered, no matter how harsh the conditions of the
infiltration were, I was able to endure it."

"We're facing robots this time." The commander said wearily, " Mr. Zheng,
that's not something normal people can do, the odds are it's a death
sentence."

Zheng Jingfeng: "And why can't I give my life away? Why does such a risk
have to be taken by someone younger?"

"......"

"I'm a frontline detective, I've been a frontline detective all my life, and I
haven't retired." Zheng Jingfeng said, "I know the chances of this being
successful are slim, but I'm the best person for the job, the most
inadequate sacrifice."

Combatant: "Alas! Mr. Zheng, don't be impulsive, you ......"

Zheng Jingfeng suddenly said, "Do you know why I am talking about the
arrest of the Burmese drug lords?"

"......"

"Because that was my first assignment out of the police academy. The
two comrades who lurked with me for four days without moving in the
darkness of the cargo bay were Xie Ping and Zhou Muying."

"...... Almost forty years have passed, and I am the only one left alive."
Zheng Jingfeng's always cold and rigid eyes actually had a vague wet light
in them, "I feel that now is the time when I can fight alongside them once
again."
"The culprit they have not caught, it is my turn to take over the task and
go forth to apprehend."

The faces in the meeting room looked at each other, and all those faces
gradually became full of emotion.

They are all battle-hardened men who have had many regrets in their
lives and have some comrades who will never return to stay in their
hearts.

It's not that they don't understand the sentiment.

The atmosphere in the room was momentarily depressing to the point

where everyone was silent ......

However, just then, the automatic doors of the conference room suddenly
rang open on both sides.

A tall, erect man walked in, from the shadows to the incandescent light.

He said, " Uncle Zheng, the best person to go is not you."

The crowd turned back in dismay.

Zheng Jingfeng meets the peach blossom eyes of his visitor.

Those eyes looked at him gently but firmly.

"The best person for this task, is me."

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What the author has to say.

Xie Qingcheng's powers are quite impressive, not just his adaptability and
brain power, but his adaptability determines why he is the First Emperor,
and you will come to appreciate how buggy the seemingly low-profile
"adaptability" of the First Emperor system is... ...... He is indeed the most
powerful reformer .........

He Yu: I'm the one who said I was the best! (teary eyes)

Xie Qingcheng: I'll protect you so you'll be the best.

He Yu: I'll protect you, so you'll be the best.

Xie Xue: Actually your most powerful ability is crying ...... He Yu .........

Chapter 209 - Hello, Officer Tse

Xie Qingcheng never told the executives that he was a mental Ebola
patient.

But today, he showed them this card.

He was careful not to mention anything about the first emperor, but to
cite the special abilities of people with mental Ebola, such as an amazing
sense of smell, a very high level of arithmetic, etc.

At this point in time, the top brass were shocked, but could not care less.

"So what are your powers?"

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a few seconds: "Adapt."

"Adapt?" The commander said, "But that only makes you personally better
in the field, it doesn't serve to enhance the success of your
reconnaissance."

Xie Qingcheng: "This ability to adapt is not only valid for the external
environment, but also for the internal body. To take the simplest example,
there is a big risk issue with organ transplants, and that is that the body is
likely to have a rejection reaction, but I don't, my body is perfectly
adapted to the new organ, and the same is true ...... for some viruses or
bacteria."

"There have been several cases of psychiatric Ebola in the country, but
they have almost all died. Of these known patients, the special ability of
patient number 2 was that he had a very strong sense of hearing and at
the time of number 2's death, our laboratory kept a sample of his blood,
which was made into a serum."

"So what's the use of the serum?"

"It has no effect on normal people, it can only be used for research, but for
me." Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and continued, "Once the
serum enters my body, as it is adapted to me, the corresponding psychic
factor becomes confused and will treat me as case number 2. In other
words, I can have the powers of a #2 for a few hours after the serum is
injected, for a brief period of time."

The crowd was greatly stunned.

Zheng Jingfeng said, " Xie Qingcheng! Such an important matter, how
come you, you never said anything about it ......!"

Xie Qingcheng gave him a look, "Sorry."

Commander: "With that kind of power, it's normal not to talk about it, no
one wants to get into some unnecessary trouble."

Zheng Jingfeng: "......"

Xie Qingcheng quickly took his eyes off Mr. Zheng, the look in Mr. Zheng's
eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. The commander was wrong,
Xie Qingcheng did not tell Zheng Jingfeng because he was afraid of
getting into unnecessary trouble, but because he knew Zheng Jingfeng
would react the way he did, and he did not want Zheng Jingfeng to be
involved or worried.

Xie Qingcheng: "So, may I take someone to the island, please?"

Although it was a question, Xie Qingcheng knew their answer long before
it was asked.

The dream-breakers could not have had a better choice.

It had to be him.

"Well, yeah, all that business is done and I'm going to leave the next thing
to Little Zhou to take care of. I may have to make a trip back to the island
soon."

He Yu spoke to the person in his headset as he looked into his computer,

reviewing the files and surveillance, while raising his hand to his headset.
"The reason?" He repeated Duan Wen's question from across the room,
his eyes skimming over a surveillance recording on the display.

It was a clip of Xie Qingcheng carrying out the action in his study while he
was at his home. The video shows that Xie Qingcheng appears to be
watching the position of the CCTV camera in the study at the time.

"......"

He Yu stared at the image for a moment, and then scanned the vaguely
discernible traces of tabletop books that had been moved.

"Nothing." His face didn't look too good, and after thinking about it, he
said without moving, "It's just that I found that the blood compulsion
seems to have moved a bit, I guess, and I wanted to go back to the lab to
practice a bit. To get a feel for it."

Duan Wen said something over the headset again.

He Yu snickered, lifting his other hand, casually fiddling with his nails,
unsavoury: "How do you perceive ...... you want to go ask An Dongni ? He
hasn't complained to you yet. He has come to my house to pick a fight.
Well, you ask him."

He Yu responded in a perfunctory manner to a few more casual

conversations.

"It might be just a few days back, I'll get ready for it. OK, I'll hang up
then."

After ending the call, he took off the headset and re-pulled the video
progress bar on the screen back to when Xie Qingcheng was surveying
the monitor.

"......"

He Yu looked at the man in the picture and had a premonition in his mind,
but that premonition annoyed him greatly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eye point heavily, then exhaled out,
sulked, put his headset back on and dialed another encrypted number.

"Hello, it's me."

.

Xie Qingcheng, who had left Dreambreaker headquarters, didn't have

much time to prepare.

He finally made a trip home to have dinner with Xie Xue and the others.

They had no idea what Xie Qingcheng was about to do, and the meal was
as casual and homely as ever, with Aunt Li's stir-fried sweet potato vines,
sesame tofu, braised pork chops and fish ball soup with bok choy on the
table.

During the dinner, Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng said, "Brother, when I have
my birthday next month, no matter how busy you are, you are not allowed
to work, I want to book a private tour and we will go away together to take
a break, okay?"

Wei Dongheng was quick to help his wife persuade him, "Yes, brother,
travelling is especially good to get rid of all your previous worries ......"

Xie Xue stomped on him under the table.

What's the point of bringing up the previous troubles? You're a father now,
but you still talk like a young boy.

Wei Dongheng felt the pain and turned back to Xie Xue and said, "Aigoo,
why are you stepping on me?"

Xie Xue: "......"

Xie Qingcheng understood what they meant, but where he would be next
month was unknown, Mandela Island was a personal haunted place, and
this time it would be a mission of nine lives.

He didn't want to worry Xie Xue, and the mission was really confidential,
so he didn't say anything to his family, just took a last sip of the hot soup
and let the mundane warmth flow through his heart and spread to his
internal organs.

Then said, "...... good."

Before leaving, he gave Nha Nha a final hug, said to Aunt Li who was
washing the dishes, and told Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng, "You are so old,
you have to learn to do household chores and take care of each other."

He was too fatherly and usually had many such instructions, so Wei
Dongheng was not surprised to hear them, and the couple walked Xie
Qingcheng to the door and watched him get into his car and leave.

Xie Xue suddenly frowned slightly.

Wei Dongheng: "What's wrong?"

"...... don't know." Xie Xue watched as the Xie Qingcheng car drove further
and further away, "I just felt stuffy and a little uncomfortable inside."

"Is it going to be a thunderstorm in the sky. There's a lot of humidity in

the air." Wei Dongheng said, "Come inside and sit down."

Xie Xue answered, but did not move.

She stood there, watching the tail lights of her brother's car disappear
around the corner until the blood-like colour was gone, and she still
watched.

The second place Xie Qingcheng visited was the Meiyu Private Hospital.

The Dean was already waiting for him in the top floor laboratory.

Twenty tubes of microscopic serum, specially treated to a light blue

colour, are concealed inside a designed safety tube with a microscopic
needle that pops out when the nozzle is twisted according to the trick,
making it easy for Xie Qingcheng to inject himself outside.

"Professor Xie." The old dean looked up at him, "The stuff has been ready
for you for a long time. Special field syringes, very light and easy to
carry."

Xie Qingcheng reached for it, "Thank you."

"Wait a minute."

"What?"
"There is one thing I would like to hand you to see." The old dean gestured
to the empty chair in front of him, "Go ahead and sit down."

When Xie Qingcheng sat down, the old dean got up and went to pour Xie
Qingcheng a cup of hot ginger tea.

Xie Qingcheng took a sip, although he was unsure, and then looked at
him, "Dean, what are you giving me?"

The dean took an envelope out of the drawer and handed it to him. Xie
Qingcheng opened the winding button and inside the cowhide envelope
was a pile of paper, which he pulled out and froze at the first glance.

He looked across the page and locked eyes with the old dean.

The old dean looked at him with a smile and gestured for him to continue
reading.

So for ten minutes there was no sound in the room, and finally Xie
Qingcheng put the pile of papers back on the table: "Why didn't you tell
me earlier?"

The old dean smiled but did not answer.

The old man was a classmate of Qin Ciyan's. When he was a student in
the university, he was bunk-mate and was as close as a brother. Xie
Qingcheng had never interacted much with him, but only now did he
realise that the old dean's smile was very similar to Qin Ciyan's. Perhaps
people who focused on their studies in those days all had the same calm
and generous taste when they finally settled down.

But this resemblance, like a cat's claw, stung Xie Qingcheng's heart.

Xie Qingcheng almost got a little angry: "You should have told us-"

"Do you now know how those close to you would feel if you hid your
illness from them."

Xie Qingcheng was suddenly stunned.

His eyes were wide open as he looked at the old dean's smiling face, an
old man who smiled as badly as Qin Ciyan.
The old dean slowly retrieved the cowhide envelope, the clean white
pages of which were filled with his own case report, which was filled with
the piercing words -

"Intermediate and advanced lung cancer", "spread", "metastasis" ......

"Where's your family? They're all ......"

"They all know." The old dean looked at Xie Qingcheng through the
lenses, a pair of sharp yet gentle eyes, "My wife, my son, my
daughter ...... are all well aware of my situation, I spent a lot of time
communicating with them, and finally we decided to face these little
difficulties that came into my life together, we have been through a lot as
a family ...... wars, criticism/fighting, vindication ...... we've lived in
cowsheds, been hung with big letters/posters, but have always been
together and encouraged each other to overcome very, very difficult
situations."

He flexed his fingers and tapped the envelope, "This may be the
penultimate hurdle, and then the last difficulty we face is my death."

He saw the look on Xie Qingcheng's face and suddenly smiled, a smile
that was in no way comforting or bittersweet, he smiled genuinely open
and optimistic: "Thank you, Professor."

The relationship between the old dean and Xie Qingcheng was a delicate
one, as they lived not too close to each other, yet were so close in spirit,
having fought together for rn-13 for so many years. That is why he still
refers to Xie Qingcheng as 'Professor Xie', not Little Xie like Qin Ciyan.

But when he looks at Xie Qingcheng, the kindness in his eyes is almost
identical to that of Qin Ciyan.

"Professor Xie, a person's life is one of constantly facing all kinds of

hardships and challenges. Some people can't hold on halfway, while
others will keep fighting until the end of their lives and then have a final
duel with death. Of course, the human □ is destined to lose to death, but
the spirit may not. Let's say, like me." The old dean smiled and pointed to
himself, "I have long since ceased to be afraid, and I have not even told
you before that I have actually been interrogated by that mysterious
murderer sent by Mandela."

"!!!"
"I'm a much better actor than Mr. Qin and they don't see any problems. I
thought Mr. Qin didn't tell me much. But from that time onwards, when I
came back from the dead, I figured out a lot of things."

"I began to enjoy every day together with my family, they didn't have to
worry that I was hiding something from them, and I didn't worry that they
were stopping me from doing anything. Now too, we, as a family, will face
my illness and my death with the same vigour as we faced any of the
difficulties of the past."

"In a way, I've beaten it. I haven't become sad because of it, I'm happy.
My family is fully informed, even my friends, everyone around me knows
about it ...... except you."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"You're so smart, you must know why I'm the only one not telling you."
The old man smiled as he added more water to his hot ginger tea, "You
are a very tough, extremely stubborn man, Professor Tse. You have a very
selfless, very kind heart. But you are at the same time so egotistical that
you are always protecting those around you in what you think is the right
way, without caring if it is what they expect."

The old dean took a slow sip of his ginger tea, his eyes narrowed in
enjoyment, completely unrecognisable as an old man who was suffering
from an illness and had very little life left in him.

He put his glass down and folded his arms, "I wish I could make you
understand what that feels like."

"Professor Tse, years ago, when you turned to me for treatment of your
illness, I have been advising you not to hide it from those around you, to
give them a chance to be there for you, they love you and they have that
right. But you didn't listen." The old dean said, "I then did not advise
again, because I understood equally well how you felt, and yes, it does
take some 'cruelty' to tell those who love you most about your illness,
because you know that you will worry them so much that you will break
them.... you love those people too, so you don't want them to be hurt, you
don't want them to hold their lives back because of you."

The old dean was quiet again for a moment, and he looked peacefully into
Xie Qingcheng's eyes.
"But denying them the right to know is actually one of the crueler things
to do, and that might bring more regret to each other. ...... I don't know if
my words today will get through to you, this is life advice from an old man
who has lived into his seventies. Of course, this time the mission is
confidential and you have no way of informing them, but I think that when
you return safely, you might try to seek out those around you to be with
you in a less arbitrary and more honest way, to face the difficulties of life."

"Companionship is important, it keeps a breath of fresh air in your heart

forever."

When the old dean finished, he handed the box of medicine to Xie
Qingcheng.

"Take care of your life, Professor Tse. We're all waiting for you to come
back."

Xie Qingcheng left the Meiyu Private Hospital with more than three hours
left before the final rendezvous.

His heart was heavy, yet calm, complex, but also clear.

He finally went to the gift shop and picked out a present for Xie Xue's
birthday - a rag doll bear, which Xie Xue didn't lack for anything
nowadays, but which he knew would be a comfort to her if something did
happen to him on the island.

Four years ago he and He Yu were trapped in the reservoir and at that
time He Yu asked him if he wanted to leave a message for Xie Xue if they
just died.

Xie Qingcheng refused at the time, saying that the content of the
message would only add to the sorrow of the living.

And in this moment, he walked down the darkened street with the Muppet
bear in his arms, his steps following his heart, and he ended up outside a
delivery company.

Xie Qingcheng: "Hello, I would like to send a timed delivery."

"OK handsome, is it sending this Muppet Bear?"

Xie Qingcheng: "There is also a letter."

He paused and said instead, "...... Sorry, it's two letters."

"No problem, do you want to send it registered?"

"The registration is timed. Also could I trouble you for some letterhead
and a pen? Thanks."

Two hours later.

Xie Qingcheng left the post office.

He suddenly felt a lot lighter, and in one letter he wrote something he

could tell Xie Xue about what had happened, gave her birthday wishes,
and what he was looking forward to in the future.

Another letter ...... was addressed to He Yu. He also wrote some very
honest words that he wanted to leave with He Yu in case he was killed. He
couldn't say them now for the greater good, but he did express them in a
letter after all.

As it turned out, just as the old dean had said, after doing what he had
never wanted to do before, a real breath of air came out of his chest, a
hot breath that gave him a vague feeling of strength.

He stood up straight and walked towards the public security building,

which was already nearby.

Huzhou Public Security Bureau, headquarters of the Dreambreakers

organisation.

Xie Qingcheng verifies his identity and goes straight to the lift to the top
floor where he will meet up with the reconnaissance team in the top floor
conference room before boarding a helicopter from the roof apron and
heading to the East China Sea port to land on a prepared anti-tracking
vessel.

When he arrived, the only two people in the room were the Commander-
in-Chief and the assistant.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the time and saw that it was time, so he asked,
"Where are the others?"
Instead of answering his question, the Commander-in-Chief first asked his
assistant to bring out a bag, and he said to Xie Qingcheng, "This suit is for
you."

Xie Qingcheng takes the clothes out of the bag, slightly startled.

It was actually a brand new police uniform!

The shoulder patch is the rank his parents held before they were
demoted, the police cap, badge, combat boots, belt, handcuffs and
more ...... are all in place.

When Xie Qingcheng's eyes fell on the police number sewn into the bodice
of his uniform, he almost stilled his eyelashes.

"We checked, and it's a special number that combines the police numbers
of Officer Chow and Officer Tse when they were alive." The commander
said, "We hope it brings you some comfort."

Xie Qingcheng's hand slowly lifted, and without a word, he tried to touch
the police number, but in the end his fingertips landed first on the silver
badge.

In that moment, he seemed to replay before his eyes the stormy day
when he looked at the corpses of his parents beside the burning van, his
mother's badge crushed ......

The Commander-in-Chief looks at Xie Qingcheng, pauses, and looks down

and picks up the police cap -

This would have been out of order, but again, this was an extremely
unusual situation.

Their organisation, the Dream Breakers, had to do extremely dangerous

missions, at a lot of cost, and required great courage. That is why the
commanders were originally given extremely high powers, and the top
brass did not care to use this to encourage members who were very
important to them. This is something that can still be made an exception.

The Commander-in-Chief put the police cap on for Xie Qingcheng with his
own hands, then met those sharp peachy eyes under the silver badge.
"The changing rooms are just over there, get changed and we'll go to the
rooftop, your teammate is here before you and he's already waiting for
you." The chief commander said, "Please go over there."

"When you return, you can go straight to your parents' previous team.
This police number, we will always keep for you. I've already said hello to
the city council. So you must take care of yourselves this time and come
back well."

Xie Qingcheng looked down once more at the familiar silver emblem and
watched without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally
he nodded his head.

The Commander-in-Chief patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead.

Sergeant Xie. I'll wait here for you to get changed, then we'll go and meet
your companion for this mission."

"Who is it?"

Commandant: "Your acquaintance. We'll see when we get up there in a

moment."

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Author's Remarks.

Mini Theatre.

Wei Dongheng: Is there something wrong with your brother and sister-in-
law, why are they always guessing what each other is thinking, but not
saying it directly?

Xie Xue: When you had a crush on me, you saw a line in my friend circle,
didn't you also suspect that I had blacked you out, but you only guessed
in your mind, you didn't even dare to ask, "Did you black me out"?

Wei Dongheng: ...... then you did not drag me black ......

Xie Xue: I didn't put you in the grouping! You should have asked earlier
and it would have been fine and you were angry for so long!

Wei Dongheng ： ......... this who wants to ask ah, how difficult to say
ah ...... I want to face the
Xie Xue: My brother too!

Wei Dongheng: Then He Yu can be shameless, right? He is the attacker.

He Yu: ...... attackers are people too bro ......T T

Xie Xue: Yeah, so is the attack ...... Wait??!!! What did you say? So you're
the attacker?!!!

Chapter 210 - Telling you the

untold stories of the past
Xie Qingcheng looks at the man in the dressing room mirror.

A thin, slightly sullen face, a uniform he had known since childhood, silver
badge, cap badge, belt around his waist, a strong waist, and under his
long legs, a pair of black combat boots.

But it was as unreal as a dream.

He used to smell his parents' clothes all the time, the smell of sweat in the
police uniform material, the smell of sun exposure, sometimes the smell
of bubble noodles from the office, and some times, even the smell of
blood.

The scent on these clothes should be hot, hot, hot, but you are cold.

After years of being a medical doctor, the cold, clean smell of sterile water
seems to have soaked into his bones, even though he is now wearing a
police uniform, when he gets close enough to smell it, at the collar and
collarbone, at the wrist, there is a coldness that comes out.

Xie Qingcheng fastened his cufflinks to cover the tattoo on his wrist,
glanced in the mirror again, then squeezed the brim of his hat and pushed
out the door.

"Good, that suits you." As soon as the commander saw him come out, he
looked him up and down and nodded in satisfaction, "Come with me and
join your partner."
Xie Qingcheng entered the lift and followed the commander to the
rooftop. At the sight of the people on the rooftop, he was stunned for a
moment.

Little did he know that his teammate would end up being the only one.

What's more, I didn't expect that person to be ......

" Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Jingfeng, already fully armed, stood by the helicopter and nodded
towards him, even grinned and gave him a thumbs up when he saw the
way his police uniform was pencilled.

Xie Qingcheng turned back with a grimace as the commander stepped out
of the lift doors, Xie Qingcheng: "What kind of international joke is this?"

Commander: "No kidding, this is our final decision. The more people there
are on this infiltration and reconnaissance mission, the greater the chance
of being discovered, so we need single officers with strong combat skills
and a high degree of mutual cooperation. You are not familiar with anyone
else in the team, and Zheng Jingfeng is an experienced veteran detective
who has also known you for many years, so he is the best person for the
job."

"......"

"...... You couldn't argue with his temporary change of heart or-"

" Xie Qingcheng, Captain Zheng is no worse than any of the elite police
officers you have come into contact with before, he has nearly forty years
of combat experience. I know you're worried about his safety, but I think
you can trust him a little more."

Xie Qingcheng is still blue in the face, how come he still got Mr. Zheng
involved, in case something happens to him ......

The commander could not deny it, "Time is running out, let Team Zheng
explain the rest to you, let's go."

.
The helicopter headed for the harbour, where the boat was already
waiting in the military harbour having completed its commissioning. The
two men took their equipment, boarded the boat and forty-five minutes
later, the mission boat was sailing on the vast and endless sea.

"You look really like your father in that dress, with your back. It's tall and
broad-shouldered, well-built and manly enough to please little girls."

Zheng Jingfeng comes over to the side of the boat, squints his leopard
eyes against the whistling sea breeze, and stands alongside Xie
Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng still had a sullen look on his face, not letting go of his
heart: "Why did you have to come and take the risk this time?"

Zheng Jingfeng turned his head and did not reply to Xie Qingcheng's
words, but said, "Your eyebrows still look like your mother's. She is pretty,
but her expression is very sharp when she is serious. Your mother is a
woman, so it's good that her temperament has been neutralised, but your
eyes are more aggressive than hers. Sometimes it's safer to be a little
more reserved out there, young man. Sometimes the tougher you are, the
more likely you are to lose out. The psychology of many criminals is
impenetrable, and your good-looking and sharp eyes glaring at someone,
intimidating-like, might inspire them to commit crimes even more."

"......"

The team of Zheng smiled: "out of the task, to give you a warning,
formerly with the apprentice brought out the habit. As soon as I saw your
brand new police uniform, I couldn't help but get professionally ill. This is
my old man's experience, you'd better listen to it."

Xie Qingcheng turns his head to the sea.

The atmosphere stiffened.

"......" Zheng Jingfeng cleared his throat and persisted in his search for a
topic, "By the way, Officer Little Xie, did I ever tell you about my first
official contact with your parents? I told you about my first official contact
with your parents?"

Xie Qingcheng's eyes remain sunken and he does not say anything.
To lighten the mood, Zheng Jingfeng spoke on his own, "My first contact
with your parents was the year I graduated from the police academy."

"That year, the city bureau was handling a major Golden Triangle drug
trafficking/drug case, and the network of the drug dealer leader had
infiltrated the city system. In order to keep the mission as undetected as
possible, the old leader selected some outstanding graduates from several
different police academies and asked these young people, who had not
yet been officially admitted into the police system, to go to the Golden
Triangle to do undercover detective work."

The sea is dark, and Zheng Jingfeng looks out into the endless darkness,
recounting a part of his past that he rarely talks about.

"Your parents and I were the chosen students when the three of us were
put together as a squad and we were given the task of infiltrating their
drug warehouse base and videotaping the scenes of their dealings with a
giant businessman in the outback at the time."

"We finally managed to sneak into their warehouse, find a cover and hide,
and then wait for the giant businessman to appear. According to the
information, he would arrive in the Golden Triangle within 24 hours and
come to this warehouse to personally pick out the goods and inspect
them. However ......"

Zheng Jingfeng paused here, "There was an unexpected situation."

"The merchant was late; on the first day, he didn't show up. By the second
and third day, he still hadn't shown up. Your mother had learnt Burmese
and she could hear that the drug/traffickers were also getting anxious,
thinking that the giant trader might be abandoning his order and breaking
his contract. We were running low on food and water at that time, our
infiltration mission was originally only for one day, it was already the third
day, we had split one day's food into three days, and if we continued like
this, it would be difficult to guarantee our own lives."

Xie Qingcheng's attention was finally slowly drawn away as he asked,

"...... and then what?"

"Then your mother said she wanted us to withdraw first, not to gamble,
not to make unnecessary sacrifices." Zheng Jingfeng said, "But your father
disagreed. He had known the drug lord's style of operation before he
came and knew that the man was very cunning, and he suspected that
the drug/dealer was deliberately delaying the meeting with the giant
businessman to prevent someone from lurking to make an arrest. He
thinks we should wait a few more days."

As Zheng Jingfeng spoke, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed
to stretch backwards, extending from the pale smile marks to the vivid
reflections of his youth. It was as if he heard his own voice again and that
of the two police officers who were equally young at the time -

Junior Constable Zhou Muying: "Wait any longer? We won't even have the
strength to walk out of the base to report the details, you're not being
brave, you're being stupid."

Xie Ping: "I'm never wrong in my character profiling, this must be a

conspiracy."

Zhou Muying turned red with anger and glared at the yakuza: "You sour
son of a bitch, you think you're taking your school-leaving exams?
Besides, do you understand Burmese? They're not even pretending,
they're angry themselves ......"

"You're not right. That's the bottom, and the bottom won't know the truth
about anything, so of course they're angry. The high level hasn't shown up
yet." Xie Ping was still staring intently at the minions walking around
outside, a very observant and focused police cadet who spoke very little
and was even a little wooden in his approach to people.

After a while, just when Zhou Muying and Xie Ping thought he wasn't
going to say anything else, he came back with a serious, serious
statement.

"I'm not sexist, Officer Zhou, and please don't be geographically biased.
We Huzhou men are not all sour."

"......" Zhou Muying, "...... I'm really unlucky to be in your group for 18
lifetimes ......"

Xie Qingcheng had not heard much about his parents before they were
married, and this was the first time he had ever known of their
relationship.

Although he still holds a grudge against Zheng Jingfeng for putting his life
on the line, it does not stop him from wanting to know more about his
parents' past.
"...... They couldn't see each other at the time?"

Zheng Jingfeng couldn't help but smile, "I don't know about your father, he
was a boring man, he was so boring, and he was always so set in his
ways, your mother really hated him at that time."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Zheng Jingfeng was quiet for a few seconds, and his smile returned
from the corner of his lips to his eyes, which looked deeper than the sea
because of the many past events he was carrying, "I was the one who
made the mud, responsible for keeping them from fighting."

"They listened to me and each took a step back and we decided to wait
another day. Zheng Jingfeng said, "It was a really hard day, the last half of
the compressed biscuit was left, Xie Ping was scolded by your mother for
being sullen, I think he was not entirely sure of himself, so he broke his
share to the smallest and gave us both the big one, hoping it would make
us wait more calmly ...... As it turned out, by the fourth day, the mega-
businessman had really shown up. We managed to get the footage and
complete the mission given to us by the organisation, but on the retreat,
Xie Ping passed out from hunger."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Your mother and I swapped carrying him with each other all the way
through the dense forest and brought him back. He woke up halfway and
asked your mother to put him down. I still remember the night sky that
day, there were many, many stars and the three of us were sitting on the
grass looking at the stars as we escaped the danger zone. Zheng Jingfeng
paused for a moment, "I haven't seen such a beautiful starry sky in over
forty years."

"Little Xie, you never understood why I didn't want you involved in these
cases, always saying that you weren't a police officer and that it wasn't
your place to be involved. Maybe you also resented me, why everything
had to be by the book and by the book, so that many times you missed
the right opportunity to get this case off the ground even after twenty
years. I don't know if ...... you can understand some of what I feel right
now."
"I've already lost my comrades who fought alongside me for the first time.
That laughter from forty years ago is something I've only heard in my
dreams since, and I don't want to lose any more."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Zheng Jingfeng said, lifting his hand and gently patting Xie Qingcheng's
shoulder: " Little Xie, all this time, I too was waiting for a result, a light,
only I have experienced many things you do not know, I had to become
more cautious... ...but I haven't gone numb. I've stuck it out on the front
line for over thirty years, I've given up every opportunity I could have to
advance, unwilling to live backwards, just because I haven't waited for
that dawn."

His eyes met Xie Qingcheng's peachy ones.

Zheng Jingfeng's pupils slowly settled into a deeper hue: "I haven't been
numb ...... ever."

" Mr. Zheng ......"

"This time when you go to Mandela Island, I must be with you. If this is the
last battle of my life, I will feel complete enough." Zheng Jingfeng said, his
gaze dropping to the silver police number on Xie Qingcheng's chest, a
familiar string of numbers that made his eyes moisten as he looked at it.

"Because forty years later, I'm with them again."

"......"

" Little Xie, I hope you can understand my choice this time."

Xie Qingcheng stood on the deck, he was only wearing a straight and
clean light blue summer uniform inside because he had just finished
testing the serum in the cabin, but it was cold again, so he casually
draped his uniform jacket over his shoulders, the sea breeze blew his
uniform jacket to a rustle. Xie Qingcheng looked at Zheng Jingfeng for a
while, then said, "...... You must be safe when you go to the island, you
are a grandfather now, not the young man you were then."

Zheng Jingfeng understood Xie Qingcheng's feelings, he raised his leopard

eyes, looked at Xie Qingcheng, and spread a smile full of too much
emotion. He said slowly, "Really, I suddenly feel like I'm eighteen again
today."

"You're eight years old." Xie Qingcheng gave him a blank look, hooked his
jacket around his shoulders, went down to the deck and headed for the
warmth of the inner cabin, leaving only the words, " Little Zheng, on the
island you will do as I say, you will run when I tell you to run, you will hide
when I tell you to hide, or I will get rid of you as soon as I get up there, got
it? "

Zheng Jingfeng: "...... you little bugger ......"

A few hours later, the ship finally arrived at Mandela Island, the place
where all the evil began.

As the large ship had to pretend to be an ordinary cruise ship and not
miss it, so as not to attract the attention of the island's observation tower,
Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng had to dive into the cold water as the
ferry neared the island and swim across the sea.

Xie Qingcheng injected himself once more with rn-13 before setting off to
recover for a short period of time and then, together with Mr. Zheng,
changed into a special snorkelling device and slowly swam towards the
behemoth lurking in the sea.

The Dreambreakers were kind enough to design the snorkelling set-up as

a self-heating sleeping bag type floating bag, in which they could do a ten
nautical mile dive with a little manoeuvring and not much effort.

"Here we are."

The floating bag touches the soft, wet sand, and Xie Qingcheng and
Zheng Jingfeng take off their devices to catch their first breath of the fishy
breeze from Mandela Island.

The island is now littered with rusted steel machines, damaged buildings
and trees, and stains of blood from the fierce battle that took place
earlier.

"The Windber navigation system has been activated and our current
position is at point 34 in the east of Mandela Island, 12 across."
Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng both have a transmitter microphone on
the edge of their ears and each has a Windber bracelet on their hands.
Once on the island, the system is immediately switched on, giving them
guidance and warnings.

"This mission is a sneak scout and the destination is Blood River. Please
proceed forward from 12 o'clock and enter the Dark Forest."

Zheng Jingfeng took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Xie
Qingcheng: "Let's go."

"Wait a minute."

Xie Qingcheng removed a serum from a patient with psychiatric Ebola No.
2 from the ready-matched capsule.

Zheng Jingfeng pulled him back, "Didn't you inject it on the boat? Too
much of this stuff must be bad for your health ......"

"That was a test dose, it's overkill."

Xie Qingcheng said, already screwing out the needle, drawing the potion
out without blinking and injecting it into his own veins.

He gritted his teeth and felt the blood wrap around the potion and flow
throughout his body.

He closed his eyes and the sound in his ears suddenly became countless
times clearer, some hertz that no normal person could possibly pick up
was picked up by him, he could even hear ladybirds rustling in the forest
leaves.

It's not a great feeling, like someone is trying to force the world's radio
waves into a radio antenna. He was dizzy for a moment during the test
because he didn't hold on for the first moment.

However, because he was a First Emperor with a very special physique,

his powerful ability allowed him to adapt to the sensation quickly, so on
this official use, he quickly did his best to adjust himself, although he was
still nauseous for the first moment.
Zheng Jingfeng: "What about it?"

Xie Qingcheng settled down with a white face and took a deep breath,
"That's it, let's go."

Serum #2 worked well, and they followed the map directions given by the
Windwave system, making their way north, dodging the remaining
mechanical warriors and mechanical dogs, and eventually making it to the
river of blood where the First Order team had their accident without
incident.

Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng stopped in their tracks and were
stunned by the scene before them ......

--------------------

Chapter 211 - Meeting an

irresistible opponent
A large area of ice was triggered by the river of blood.

At this moment, tens of thousands of metres along the river seem like an
ancient ruin that has been sealed for dozens of centuries, all shrouded in
a blanket of snow and ice.

The advance party was surprisingly all frozen in place, the freezing
happened instantly and they all still maintained the movements they were
performing a second before they were quick-frozen.

"It's freezing very fast." Zheng Jingfeng observed the expression of the
nearest armed police officer, who was looking down at his magazine with
a very calm expression, "If they had enough time to react when the
mutation happened, they couldn't have maintained such a normal
expression. It means they were frozen at a shorter rate than a human's
long reflex arc."

"The monitoring system at headquarters at the time showed that the full
loss of contact happened in 2.47 seconds, but as things stand, the fighters
didn't freeze for even a second, and 2.47 was the time when Windber's
mechanical systems failed." Zheng Jingfeng analysed carefully.
Suddenly, Xie Qingcheng pulled him over, tugging him behind a gnarled
tree and making a gesture of silence towards him.

Xie Qingcheng's current hearing is so sensitive that he can pick up sounds

from far away in advance, so the two men waited behind the trees,
holding their breath, for a long time before a special metal bridge floated
up over the cold, foggy river of blood, and a group of mechanical warriors
stomped "chomp, chomp, chomp" over the thick snow, walking towards
them with resounding footsteps. A group of mechanical warriors came
towards them, their electronic eyes glowing two shades of green.

The lead mechanical warrior stopped in its tracks, its alloy head rotating
360 degrees as it looked around, and after a few brief seconds of
processing, it spoke in a stiff tone.

"No enemy sightings, proceed with the removal mission."

The dozens of mechanical warriors behind them then began to spread

their steel arms, picking up the frozen humans and carrying them on their
shoulders like cargo, before returning one by one along the iron bridge
and gradually disappearing into the pale blizzard.

Zheng Jingfeng: "They are on ......"

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to stop his voice and he lowered his
eyelashes, holding his breath, listening to sounds that no normal human
could possibly hear.

It took several minutes before he dropped his hand, which was blocking
Zheng Jingfeng, and then opened his eyes.

"I heard two people talking, one must be the apostle in the castle, and the
other must be the inventor of these robots, Zhuo Ya ."

He looked solemn as he softly recounted what he had heard.

" Zhuo Ya said she would have these robots take the warriors all inside the
castle and thaw them out in the test area, so that the apostle would not
have to worry about it or send anyone else to help, because these men
were frozen by her radical cold light, and until they were thawed out with
that device, the machine warriors could only be moved at a specific angle,
strength and speed, otherwise they could easily cause damage inside the
ice and direct death after thawing."
Zheng Jingfeng: "That means these people are still alive?"

Xie Qingcheng nodded, "They can be frozen as long as they are not
touched easily and do not cause secondary damage. From the sound of
their conversation, Zhuo Ya was planning to transport all of these people
back to the castle to become the experimental bodies they needed, and
had no intention of destroying everyone immediately."

"That surge of cold light is ...... again."

"It should be the special weapon that made the First Order team all frozen
in a short period of time." Xie Qingcheng said, "The speed of light is
indeed much faster than human reaction. If they were hit by some kind of
special light and were frozen into icicles in a short period of time, then it
all makes sense."

As he spoke, he used the Windber system to send this information back to

HQ, and slowly stepped out from behind the large tree that covered him -
by now Zhuo Ya was directing the group of mechanical soldiers
transporting the test subjects to the castle, and Xie Qingcheng discerned
the sound fading as they moved further and further away.

For the moment it was safe, no enemies were approaching.

"We need to get more data on the 'radical cold light' now." Xie Qingcheng
says, "otherwise sending as many people as possible will yield the same
results."

"Such a powerful device, how come they've never used it in the last three
years."

"I'm afraid it's just been designed." Xie Qingcheng said, "After all, even
the people within their organisation don't know much about this weapon."

Zheng Jingfeng: "Do you have any plans? About how to collect the data of
the radical speed cold light."

Xie Qingcheng: "Wait."

"Wait?"

"Mandela Island is too big." Xie Qingcheng said, "It's impossible to find it
directly. But just now Zhuo Ya said 'until it is thawed with that device, the
machine warriors can only be allowed to carry it at a specific angle,
strength and speed, otherwise it will easily cause damage within the ice',
which, if her language skills are correct, means that after they transport
the people to the castle, they need to activate the 'Radical Speed Cold
Light' for thawing."

"And this land." Xie Qingcheng's eyes glanced over the world of ice and
snow before him, "They can't have kept the ice from melting. As soon as
the ice melts it must activate that device, and judging by the device's
attack range - it can radiate thousands of miles of the Blood River basin
and freeze over two thousand people at the speed of light - there's no way
it can be done quietly."

After a pause, Xie Qingcheng continues: "As soon as the equipment starts
up, there will be a lot of movement. We can wait. Then ...... find the exact
location of this weapon device on the island."

Zheng Jingfeng's eyes lit up and he whispered, "You said it."

Less experienced junior police officers might not have understood Xie
Qingcheng's certainty, and would have questioned why Xie Qingcheng
was sure Zhuo Ya would defrost the frozen man so quickly.

What if she's a pervert and plans to hoard frozen people like winter
cabbage to crunch and chew for New Year's Eve?

What if she thinks the ice sculpture is beautiful and festive as a peripheral
and doesn't intend to melt it for the time being?

But Zheng Jingfeng was different. He immediately understood the

feasibility of Xie Qingcheng's plan. If this was the first time Mandela's
organisation had used this particular weapon to freeze so many living
people, and the island was almost entirely populated by perverted
scientists, how could they possibly have endured the curiosity and not
done a thaw first time to see the effects?

You know, for these researchers, the moment the results of the
experiment are revealed is no less than a tsunami of intracranial
achievement/highs, and they simply cannot resist the temptation to view
the results, just as an addict cannot resist a high level of heroin/influence.

The two men lurked down on the spot.

The temperature in this part of the world was so cold that both Xie
Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng were not too heavily clothed, but Zheng
Jingfeng was able to withstand it, while Xie Qingcheng was already very
uncomfortable.

His eyes were closed and he leaned against the trunk of the tree in a
muffled voice, listening to all the sounds around him and enduring the
chill that dug into his bones.

"Are you cold?" Zheng Jingfeng asked him.

"Luckily, I'm not afraid."

Zheng Jingfeng was then fooled.

Xie Qingcheng was in good health when he was a child, and his blood was
so hot that he wandered around the police station with his parents in a
thin jacket in the middle of winter, and Zheng Jingfeng therefore had no
doubts about his words.

He Yu is the only one who knows that he is very cold intolerant.

He Yu had given him the little fire dragon for the same reason, he wanted
to make him happy and earn a chance to warm his bed.

"......" Xie Qingcheng's heart felt bored at the thought of that little fire
dragon.

It has broken.

And the person who gave it to him in the first place has probably long
since forgotten the past.

Only he still can't forget it.

After a while, Zheng Jingfeng suddenly noticed his face and was stunned:
"Why do you look so ugly ...... Is it that these serums are consuming you
too much?"

This time Xie Qingcheng did not answer immediately, he held back a slight
nausea and kept his eyes closed.
" Little Xie?"

"It's okay, don't bother me, I'll just rest for a while."

Apart from his fear of cold, the side effects of the serum were indeed part
of the problem. But this side effect was actually so embarrassing that Xie
Qingcheng didn't want to explain it to anyone else much -

He injects the serum into his body and the physical environment
automatically adapts to this invasion, confusing him for a short time as
the owner of the serum, followed by some changes. Simply put, the whole
body develops a self-perception error. It believes itself to be another
person.

Patient #2, unfortunately, was a pregnant woman when the disease was
discovered and the serum was taken.

The child was later born stillborn and the mother was so distraught and
miserable that Xie Qingcheng sympathised with her and actually didn't
really want to review the description of this case.

But the crux of the matter now was that while Serum 2 had briefly given
him powerful hearing, it had also temporarily subjected his body to some
of that young woman's effects, his body more or less simulating her
pregnancy exhaustion, weakness and even nausea at the time.

These pseudo-reactions are not too serious and will subside once the
medication is finished. Even when the attacks are unbearable, a tough
guy like Xie Qingcheng is able to overcome them, but the sensation
causes him some psychological discomfort and irritation during the
already torturous waiting process.

Fortunately, by midnight that day, all those mechanical warriors

transporting frozen people back and forth were suspended.

Their stiff, "chug-chug-chug" footsteps ceased to sound.

Xie Qingcheng regained his composure and listened carefully, the only
sound in the silence of the snow was the sound of a human step, Zhuo Ya,
who was slowly walking deeper into the base ......

Zheng Jingfeng leaned against the trunk of a tree and whispered, "Well?"
Xie Qingcheng: "Gone, disappeared to the southeast ...... can't hear it
now."

Zheng Jingfeng: "Whether she turns on the device or not depends on this
hour."

"Hmm."

As Xie Qingcheng said this, he suddenly lowered his head and coughed
violently, slightly nauseated.

Zheng Jingfeng: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng answered in a low voice, gasped for breath, and
took another serum 2 and an rn-13 from the medicine box he had with
him, gritting his teeth and injecting them into his pale blue veins.

Zheng Jingfeng looked on in horror, but knew there was no way to stop
him now.

Xie Qingcheng could only do so, and only if he did so could he gather the
most important information for the Dream Breakers, even if it would affect
the final outcome.

"It hurts?"

"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng said, disposing of the used-up injections, "I
don't feel the pain that much."

"...... You kids have to be strong since you were a kid." Zheng Jingfeng
sighed and handed him the kettle he had with him, which was filled with
hot tea, "Have some to ease your mind."

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment and took the leather jug: "Thank
you."

Zheng Jingfeng laughed softly in the darkness, his dark eyes looking up at
him in the blackness, "Fuck, you haven't said thank you to me in a long
time, or just when I was a kid, before your parents had an accident. ......
Then you saw me either with a stern face or argued with me. "
Xie Qingcheng took another large sip of his hot tea and gave it back to
Zheng Jingfeng, who coughed again, the hot breath he exhaled as he
spoke dissipating into the cold wind.

He was really stern: "Put less tea in next time, this is too choking ......"

Zheng Jingfeng was just about to answer when he heard a sharp whoosh,
followed by a beam of white light that looked like an incendiary bomb
streaking straight up into the sky, swooping towards the castle with the
speed of a ball of lightning.

Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng got up almost simultaneously and

looked towards the place where the weird light was emitted -

"It's that weapon! Radical Speed Cold Light!" Zheng Jingfeng said.

The light flashed so swiftly that it was gone in a moment, but a still smoky
mark remained on the firmament, like a scar on the night sky.

Xie Qingcheng: "Five points of direction."

His freshly injected rn-13 mind was so clear that the calculations were as
fast as an electronic system, and he measured the location of the device
of the radical speed cold light almost simultaneously with the Windber
software.

"Five o'clock, a distance of approximately four and a half thousand

metres. According to the map positioning of Mandela Island, the area
where this device was placed ...... is in the forest maze near the exit."

They uploaded the information to the Feng Bo system cloud once more,
and then Xie Qingcheng said to Zheng Jingfeng, "Go."

Four or five kilometres is not too close, not too far, and the two men run
swiftly towards their target. However, with just over a thousand metres to
go, Xie Qingcheng suddenly came to a halt.

"There are guard droids up ahead."

"Near the Radical Speed Chill?"

Xie Qingcheng nodded, wearing black combat half-finger gloves, his

exposed slender fingers resting against the inside of his ear as he closed
his eyes and listened, "There are two of them, probably the guards Zhuo
Ya left behind."

"It's not strange for her to stay on guard, it's really strange if she doesn't."
Zheng Jingfeng said.

"It looks like we'll just have to fight."

Zheng Jingfeng responded and pulled up the data on the battle droids in
Feng Bo's system and looked it over carefully, "It's best if we don't draw
their attention to us, and just sniping them away is the best solution. This
kind of battle droid will blow itself up and may also feed combat
information to Zhuo Ya, once Zhuo Ya knows that we are approaching the
Radical Cold Light, then she will immediately rush back and the situation
will become very tricky then."

Xie Qingcheng frowned: "It's difficult to achieve, the range at which these
robots are aware of movement is within 800 metres, which is just about
the normal range of a modern sniper, and at around 800 metres it's
difficult to get the accuracy of the shot to the robot's head."

But Zheng Jingfeng, after taking a look through the binoculars, said, "I'll
take care of it."

"...... I know you were the best police sniper in the city, but eight hundred
meters to aim at the head of a robot that's less than half the size of a
standard target." Xie Qingcheng said, "You can't do that."

"Don't underestimate your uncle either, little brat." Zheng Jingfeng bared
his teeth in a grin, then sulked and looked down to make a tweak to his
gun.

His gun had been specially fitted to him by the Dream Breakers, and Xie
Qingcheng didn't play with guns, so he didn't know what he was primping
for, but Zheng Jingfeng was cautious and almost never took any chances,
so since he was so confident, Xie Qingcheng didn't stop him, just watched
his every move to see what he was up to.

The pair made preparations, then catapulted themselves forward through

the dark path, with the Windber system constantly beeping as they
approached their destination.

900m, 950m ......810m ......

Being careful, Zheng Jingfeng stopped at 810m and did not go any further
than the 800m induction dead line. Breathing heavily, he slowly raised his
gun/gun and through the scope he locked onto the silhouettes of the two
mechanical warriors walking back and forth in place, their blackened guns
aimed at ......

Correction, orientation.

Despite his age, decades of frontline running have kept him in the water
and his skills are not rusty, his hands are extremely steady and immobile.

Secondary aiming and repositioning.

One second.

Two seconds.

Hearts thumped in time with the silent count of seconds.

III -

"BANG!" The silenced gun made a low, muffled sound and the bullet broke
through the air and headed straight for the Mechs! The bullet caught the
attention of the Mechs as soon as it crossed the 800m exclusion zone, and
Xie Qingcheng could see through his night vision binoculars that the two
Mechs reacted very quickly, turning their heads to react and dodge almost
as soon as the bullet was fired!

CLANG!!!

In a matter of seconds, Xie Qingcheng's blood was cold.

The bullet missed ...... by a small margin, hitting the ground between the
two mechanical warriors, who had already turned back around, their
green glowing electronic eyes shooting straight in their direction!

At the same time, Feng Bo had his first frontal lock on the battle droids,
sending a sharp warning alert into the headsets of Xie Qingcheng and
Zheng Jingfeng.
"System lock - Stampede Mechanical Warrior! This is the fastest and most
powerful of all mechanical warriors in terms of killing power, destroying □□
recommended combat power - 130 people!"

130 people ...... they are only two ......

Xie Qingcheng, bloodless, said in a stern voice to Zheng Jingfeng, " Mr.
Zheng, run!"

But for some reason, Zheng Jingfeng doesn't move, he holds Xie
Qingcheng down - the Stampede warrior has turned his neck and is ready
to come at them, but Zheng Jingfeng holds Xie Qingcheng in place!

Xie Qingcheng :" Mr. Zheng ?"

Zheng Jingfeng said, "Don't move. You can't get away."

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Chapter 212 - Have trust in your

teammates
Xie Qingcheng didn't understand what Zheng Jingfeng meant, if you can't
escape, don't you just stand there and wait to die?

The thought was only for a moment, and the next instant a blinding glare
erupted from the base of the surge of cold light - a flash-bang bomb!

It turned out that the bullet Zheng Jingfeng had just fired was not a normal
bullet, but a Dreambreaker's modified flash-bang round! The only way to
stop it was to pull the burning fuse, and in a flash of light, the two droids
realised this, twisting their steel shells with a speed no human could ever
achieve, and lunged at the flash-bang!

III, II -
"Bang...!" The sound was fine to Zheng Jingfeng's ears, but it was Xie
Qingcheng's high frequency of hearing that caused him to suffer, and for a
moment he was shaken to the point where his chest was shaking.

As the smoke cleared, Xie Qingcheng raised his binoculars and saw a
shocking sight - the two storm droids had pulled the fuse at the last
second, so although the explosion had still occurred, it hadn't caused the
mass casualties that a flashbang would have.

Moreover, they had surrounded the flash-bang with their steel bodies
before it exploded, and now they were slumped across the ground, their
remote controls completely destroyed, scorched iron and steel scattered
all over the place.

It was only then that Xie Qingcheng understood Zheng Jingfeng's

intentions.

The bullet Zheng Jingfeng fired was not intended to destroy the Tyranids.
There were two of them, and even if he did hit one of them in the head
with a hundred paces, he would not be able to stop the other one from
being aware of their movements.

A single Tyranid would require a battle force of at least 130 men to tackle,
and they had no chance of winning a solo fight with a Tyranid.

In this extreme time, Zheng Jingfeng demonstrates his resourcefulness as

an old detective who has been around for decades, proving that although
the old man may not be as physically strong as he once was, he still has
the ability to eat when he is old, and that he still has abilities that no other
young man can replace.

His analysis: the fundamental purpose of the Stormbreaker being left here
was to guard the "Rapid Cold Light", so he chose to switch to the Flash
Blast and hit the two Stormbreakers directly between them, luring them to
stop it.

Sure enough, the two Stormbreakers returned in unison to block the

blast/explosion, but were instead blown out of their hand sensing devices,
eventually crippling them together.

One bullet, three seconds, killed two of the island's most fearsome "killer
robots".
This is the one-man warfare ability of veteran detective Zheng Jingfeng.

Zheng Jingfeng leaned against the trunk of the tree as he lowered the
binoculars in his hands, his laugh ragged and bowed, "Fuck ...... it's been a
long time since I've had this much fun, I'm really eighteen again
today ...... "

Xie Qingcheng is rather like his elder: "...... Little Zheng, can you remind
me to cover my ears first next time?"

Zheng Jingfeng smiled and waved his hands, "Sorry, sorry."

The two men went forward, holding each other, and walked to the clearing
at the mouth of the Hessian maze.

The two storm-killing robots were falling rigidly into place, whether they
were receiving commands or transmitting them, they had to go through a
fixture on their hands, and now that this controlled device of theirs had
been destroyed, the storm-killers were completely out of purpose and had
no idea what they were supposed to do.

When Zheng Jingfeng and Xie Qingcheng approached, the two robots
turned their heads, their electronic green eyes locked on them, looking
dumbfounded.

Xie Qingcheng put his gun to the head of one of the tyrannical killers, and
it did not react, as if it had suddenly changed from a brutal beast to a
tame rabbit.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

He was about to shoot and completely destroy the sick weapon when the
Windwave system in his hand suddenly sounded out, "Stormbot, the most
powerful single robot on Mandela Island at the moment, the number is
scarce, there are not more than 10 of them in the database at the
moment, each one has a very different fighting style, we are importing the
data of this Stormbot, please wait... ..."

Xie Qingcheng frowned: "It means don't kill it, samples are hard to come
by, and you have to do data analysis?"
Zheng Jingfeng, who had not experienced the same kind of enthusiasm for
a long time, was so calm that he actually talked poorly: "You can hear
better than me, so you must be right."

"...... You've really become eighteen." Xie Qingcheng said while debugging
the Feng Bo data, re-sweeping it against the two machines and saying to
Feng Bo, "Make sure it's safe."

Windber System: "The controlled sensors of the storm-killing robots have

been completely destroyed and are unable to receive commands from
their maker, but the combat power is still there, and with the previous
data, these robots have a certain amount of self-thought and will not
easily hurt anyone in their current condition as long as they are not over-
stimulated."

Xie Qingcheng listened with a slight frown.

...... have a certain amount of self thought?

Can Zhuo Ya's mechanical engineering capabilities already give advanced

robots the ability to think simply ......

The biggest difference between robots and humans is that robots are not
supposed to have their own feelings and thoughts, and once they have
these two things, many things that are against human decency can
happen.

In a normal society, scientists would avoid such things by strictly following

the laws and regulations when conducting research on inventions. But this
is Mandela Island.

There is no restraint, no law.

This is where ideas and technology can grow wild.

The muzzle of Xie Qingcheng's gun was still pressed against the head of
one of the tyrannical killers, which seemed to have come around a little
after its initial trance. Its round green eyes locked onto Xie Qingcheng and
then tilted its head, its eyes even turning upwards for a moment, as if
wondering why Xie Qingcheng was pressing the muzzle against it.

"......" Xie Qingcheng inexplicably feels uncomfortable.

If the "violent killers" really have thoughts and feelings similar to those of
a living person, even if they are only at the level of a child, then what is
the difference between killing them and murder?

As if sensing his thoughts, it suddenly lifted its hand, which had been
blown to pieces, and shook it twice towards Xie Qingcheng before slowly
raising it to its head.

Its hand was mangled by the blast and the movement it made was
incomplete, so Xie Qingcheng could not see what it was trying to say, but
the discomfort he felt in his heart was even stronger, he even felt that this
movement was very much like a living person, and there was even a
feeling of déjà vu, as if someone he knew well had made a similar
movement to him.

As he was in a slight trance, Zheng Jingfeng said next to him, "My side of
the Windber has also tested this one, and there is nothing offensive about
this one storm killer, so we suggest recording the data."

Xie Qingcheng smiled and slowly lowered his gun.

When Tyranny saw that he was not going to kill it, his head tilted even
more, and he made that motion of raising his hand to his head twice more
in quick succession towards him.

"......" Xie Qingcheng, annoyed for no reason, put his gun back and said to
Zheng Jingfeng, "You record it here, I'll go gather intelligence on Radical
Cold Light's equipment. "

As the Radical Cold Light needed to be fired in the open air, it was placed
at the exit of the Black Forest, not more than a hundred metres from the
position of the Tyranid Patrol.

Its maker, Zhuo Ya, seems to be a very artistic woman, and if Xie
Qingcheng hadn't located it and looked at the device alone, they would
never have guessed that it was the kind of weapon that could cause tens
of thousands of miles of freezing speed at the speed of light.

It is beautiful and dreamy, at first glance a small mountainous ice

sculpture standing on the edge of the Black Forest, shimmering with
crystalline streams of light. On the side of this device is a narrow door,
behind which must be the inner core realm of the radiant cold light.
The doors are naturally set with biometric locks and require biometric
verification to gain entry.

But this is no longer a problem for Xie Qingcheng. Feng Bo is connected to

the best scientists and programmers at Dreambreaker HQ, and they can
crack a small hurdle like biometric verification in a matter of minutes.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes suddenly dimmed for a moment as the

headquarters deciphered and unlocked the transmitted biolock data.

This scenario happened many years ago.

That's when he went to the basement of Zhi Long Entertainment and He

Yu followed him around and easily deciphered the bio-lock code of Zhi
Long Entertainment ......

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and didn't think any further.

He suppressed the memory of He Yu that had lurked in his mind and

focused on it, using the time outside to record the values of the radical
speed chill light with Windber and send it back to headquarters.

Four minutes later, the code command to destroy the biolock came from
headquarters.

The lock is open ......

Xie Qingcheng turned back: " Mr. Zheng, come over here."

Zheng Jingfeng, who had just about finished collecting the detailed
records of the two Stampeders, gestured to Xie Qingcheng and was about
to move towards the weapons equipment, but just then -

"Look out!"

Xie Qingcheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the moment Zheng Jingfeng
turned around, the electronic eyes of one of the tyrannical killers suddenly
flashed, followed by a swift hand stabbing Zheng Jingfeng straight in the
back!

" Mr. Zheng!!!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't even have a chance to stop it with his gun, he just
watched as the mechanical arm of the "violent killer" swung down ......

However -

"Holy shit! What the fuck?" Zheng Jingfeng suddenly felt a chill on the top
of his head and jerked back.

The arm of the tyrannical killer has been reared up.

In the midst of the shocked stares from both Xie Qingcheng and Zheng
Jingfeng, the tyrannical killer that had "attacked" Zheng Jingfeng did
nothing bad, it simply took Zheng Jingfeng's hat and looked at it with a
tilted head, interested in He just took Zheng Jingfeng's hat, tilted his head
and looked at it with interest.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Zheng Jingfeng: "......"

"It seems to like your police cap ......"

"It seems to be. ......"

But they had no time to study more about the odd behaviour of the storm-
killing robots when they were disconnected from the main control.
According to previous information, the storm-killers were the most valued
robots on the island, each with a direct connection to herself, and with
these two machines guarding the radical cold light suddenly disconnected
from the main brain, Zhuo Ya could find out at any moment.

They had to speed up and get all the data from the Radical Cold Light to
HQ before Zhuo Ya sensed the situation and arrived so that HQ could find
a way to crack this new secret weapon.

As the two men entered the control room, they were both shocked by the
scene before them. The walls of the entire space were made into a large
projection screen on which countless brilliant stars were flashing. A little
girl!

Zheng Jingfeng: "This is ......"

"It's not a real person. I can't hear the heartbeat of a third person in this
space." Xie Qingcheng stepped closer and was able to see the little girl
more clearly.

Sure enough, the little girl was just a hologram, so realistic that even the
pale blue veins could be seen beneath her snow-white skin.

As if invisible to them, the little girl walked around inside the ice, clutching
her bunny doll, gawking, singing, or fiddling with her long blonde hair like
a waterfall.

"It's not at all obvious where the controller is ......" Zheng Jingfeng said,
"There's not even a button in the place."

He reached out to touch the shimmering starry wall: "It's not touch screen
sensitive either, I thought a swipe would unlock it similar to my phone
screen. ...... Hey, no, wait a minute! It doesn't ...... seem to be stars on the
wall?"

Zheng Jingfeng said, pouting and arching his back, bringing his face
extremely close, and after a few seconds he said in dismay, "Holy/fuck,
it's the arithmetic formula!"

He jerked his head up and looked across the dome-shaped sky and walls.

"All these flashes are supporting the value of 'Radical Speed Cold Light'!"

Xie Qingcheng's eyesight is not good and he cannot see very well, so he
walks to the wall and gets very close to it, so that he can see the tiny ant-
like numbers. The numbers are constantly changing, working on their
own, changing, adjusting themselves, so that at first glance they appear
to Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng to be twinkling like stars.

"These things are completely beyond our comprehension." Standing inside

the control room, Xie Qingcheng felt that he was standing at the end of a
vast flooded universe, facing the codes of Genesis, where vast nebulae
explode and disperse before his eyes, combining into secrets that are
completely beyond human comprehension, in which individual lives are as
insignificant as mustard seeds of dust.

He raised the Windber system and began to take in data to send back to
the organisation, however after a few minutes had passed, the
commander's voice suddenly came over the Windber system.
" Xie Qingcheng, is this the inside of the control room for that new
weapon?" There was a distinct hint of anxiety in his voice.

Xie Qingcheng: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"The values are too huge!" The commander said, "Windber can't keep up
with it's processing speed!"

"...... What about that?"

"We can only temporarily expand the computing capacity of Feng Bo, our
technicians have already widened the channels in front of the main
console at headquarters, expanding the processing channels to the
maximum, you and Mr. Zheng's Feng Bo are turned on at the same time,
we should be able to complete the collection in fifteen minutes, and all of
them can be transmitted to the mainframe in Huzhou in another fifteen
minutes."

Xie Qingcheng understood: "That means that for thirty minutes, both Mr.
Zheng's and my systems will be used exclusively for data collection and
return, and not for combat, right?"

Commander: "You're right about your side, can you do it?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It should work, as long as ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his highly sensitive ears received a
subtle movement of sound, and Xie Qingcheng's face went slightly white -

"No! The situation has changed, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult, we'll
just have to try. Zhuo Ya seems to have spotted someone entering her
new weapons control room, and I hear a group of battle machines
approaching in our direction."

Zheng Jingfeng and the commander said almost simultaneously, "How

many?"

"No less than fifty units."

The situation became critical as it was almost impossible for the fifty
battle droids to bring Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng face to face, not
to mention that this was probably just the advance party and Zhuo Ya
would send more mechs into battle once he found out they could resist.
But it would be even worse to give up the results and flee the scene now.
Once they had escaped, it would be harder than ever to come back and
collect the information values for this new weapon.

In the nick of time, Zheng Jingfeng took off his Feng Bo bracelet and
handed it to Xie Qingcheng, leaving only the watch he was wearing on his
wrist.

"I'll go outside and stall for you as long as I can, and when the data is
collected you'll come out and we'll escape together."

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

Zheng Jingfeng said it was easy, but fifteen minutes, without the help of
the Feng Bo system, to rely entirely on your combat experience against
fifty mechanical warriors?

As if reading his inner thoughts, Zheng Jingfeng said, "It won't really take
me that long to face them directly, it will take them at least five minutes
or so to get here, so there will only be ten minutes for the battle, and with
my thirty years of experience, I can last for ten minutes - As soon as you
finish collecting the data you come out and we go together, I trust you
and you have to trust me because this time, your teammate is me."

"......"

"May I, Officer Shea?"

"......" is the question, but there is not really a second answer to this
question other than yes.

Zheng Jingfeng gives Xie Qingcheng a firm pat on the shoulder, replaces
his weapon's magazine and walks out with his gun on his shoulder.

"Team Zheng!"

The moment he was about to leave the house, Xie Qingcheng called out to
him.

"...... Thank you."

Zheng Jingfeng turned back and stood beneath the twinkling digital
starlight, saluting him before baring his teeth and dashing off into the
night.

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Chapter 213 - And they will come

to your rescue
The watch Zheng Jingfeng wears was given to him by his son and has a
timer function.

Outside the clearing, in front of the main control room, Zheng Jingfeng
pushes the controls on his watch a few times, and it beeps "fifteen
minutes to start", the seconds ticking off, in time with his heartbeat.

He looked through his night vision scope at the line of mechanical warriors
slowly appearing on the distant horizon, and with a roll of his throat, he
said softly, "Come on, you little buggers, have some fun with your
grandfather."

In the control room, Xie Qingcheng is staring at the screen of the Feng Bo
system, watching the numbers go up and up, one percent, 1.8 percent, 2
percent, 2.3 percent ......

From time to time, the voice of the technician at the headquarters comes
over the headset, instructing him to input some codes into the Feng Bo
system to match the calculations of the headquarters.

The percentages are moving slowly, like a snail.

Although somewhat anachronistic, Xie Qingcheng was inexplicably

reminded of computer classes when he was a child.

He was a native of the late 1980s, and it was only in the sixth year of
primary school that microcomputer classes were introduced. At that time,
computers were not something that ordinary people could have at home,
so of course they were very rare at school, and only two people at the
same table could share one, and they had to wear disposable dustproof
shoe covers to enter the microcomputer classroom.
In those days it was popular to buy floppy disks, each with a storage
capacity of 10mb to 30mb, and students were keen to copy a song or a
few stills from a popular TV series into them during free time in the
microcomputer class. However, the free time was often very short, with
only five or six minutes left after the teacher had finished his lecture and
the students had done their computer work.

In such a short time, the two people at the table had to search for pictures
or songs to download, and with the speed of the old donkey pulling the
mill at that time, it took half a day to download a song, often the song was
halfway down, the percentage was reading the bar, the teacher had
disconnected the total network, and the song ended up as a failed
download.

Xie Qingcheng has not experienced such anxiousness for over twenty
years, but at this moment he is staring at the progress bar as he did then,
wishing it would go faster, and faster ......

Fifteen per cent.

Twenty-five percent ......

There was a sudden burst of gunfire outside.

Xie Qingcheng knew that the droid soldiers were already within range of
Zheng Jingfeng and that the battle outside had already begun.

Zheng Jingfeng was outside the door, and despite the absence of the Feng
Bo system, he was able to identify that the group of mechanical warriors
attacking him were the most common "soldiers" on the island, with not
too high mobility, defence and intelligence.

Zheng Jingfeng was slightly relieved to see that if there were fifty of them,
he would not have lasted fifteen minutes, even if he had a hundred lives,
but if they were "soldiers", his confidence was boosted. With a shout, he
pressed the trigger and started firing long-range bursts at the oncoming
steel warriors.

"Countdown, ten minutes to go!"

Zheng Zhengfeng finished a magazine of ammunition, changed

magazines and filled them with a speed that no ordinary detective could
do, and shot again at the group of iron men who kept approaching him,
hitting them precisely in the head, only some hit the fragile joints and
directly damaged the brains of the machines, while others hit the alloy
and the bullets bounced off and could not pass through.

Within Zheng Jingfeng's long-range range, more than a dozen of these

droids have fallen one by one, and more than thirty are still closing in on
him.

Zheng Jingfeng mentally calculated the remaining distance and the

number of "soldiers" left.

Destroying them all was impossible, but if we fought them at close range,
we would be the ones to lose out, so what should we do?

A worm seems to have crawled across his forehead, Zheng Jingfeng raised
his hand and touched it, it was sweat ......

Four hundred metres, three hundred metres ......

He could already see the robots clearly and could not delay any longer.

Zheng Jingfeng swallowed hard, and at this critical moment, a sudden

flash of light came to his mind! He remembered the battle analysis of the
island's soldier droids that he had seen at headquarters earlier. He had
been drinking a cup of milk tea and had watched the technician write the
battle analysis into the Feng Bo system...

"Attacking the body will have a certain chance of triggering a self-

destruct, it is recommended to attack the head."

In a flash of lightning, Zheng Jingfeng knew what to do.

Windber had been advising the military police they had sent to attack the
robot's head, and that was because attacking the body could lead to an
explosion that wasn't too small and could easily injure the soldiers
themselves.

But now ......

He had to bet on it!

Zheng Jingfeng immediately raised his machine gun, but this time his
shots were no longer aimed at the heads of the robotic warriors, instead
they were aimed straight at their chests and bellies! The bullets hit the
alloy with an ear-splitting sound, and one of the robots was hit in the waist
and abdomen of the armature, the bullet penetrating into its mechanical
body, its eyes flashing green and then falling to the ground with a clang.

Zheng Jingfeng curses, it's a dud!

He then began to snipe more frantically at the waist and stomach of the
second robot.

The second and third droids also fell to the ground after their hubs were
destroyed, becoming a pile of uncontrolled scrap metal, but these losses
were insignificant as the thirty or so droids continued to advance
aggressively towards Zheng Jingfeng, now at a distance where they could
fire without a scope.

Time is running out for Zheng Jingfeng ......

"Countdown, eight minutes!" The watch shouted shrilly.

Zheng Jingfeng cursed, "I can't be this unlucky! I lost every time I played
poker in the Spring Festival, and now I can't even catch a lot?"

He picked out the most obtrusive looking one among the swarming battle
droids and concentrated his fire on its navel with a burst of heavy gunfire,
filling Zheng Jingfeng with pungent smoke and dropping empty magazines
at his feet.

"Bang!" The last shot finally penetrated the unlucky robot's belly and
exploded in its inner chamber.

The unlucky robot spun in place, its green eyes flashing, and after half a
second, it crumpled to the ground, piling up scrap metal on the floor.

"Holy shit! Is it really that backwards?"

Zheng Jingfeng almost dropped his gun.

However, at that moment, the fallen robot suddenly burst into smoke, and
its electronic eyes went from green to red, and in the nick of time, Zheng
Jingfeng immediately reacted - hit! This one can blow! He withdrew behind
the control room of the rapid cold light, and as soon as he bowed down,
he heard a loud boom!

The robot with the bullet in its navel did trigger a big explosion, a wave of
air broke through the air, and with a loud boom, the thirty or so robots
around it fell to the ground in a heap, some with exposed cables, some
with missing arms and legs, and some falling like supine crabs in the deep
crater caused by the explosion, their mechanical legs and feet stomping
helplessly.

"Countdown, six minutes!"

The watch screamed as it echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield, and

Zheng Jingfeng, after a brief moment to calm down, ran out from behind
his bunker and looked at the pile of battle-weary robots, unable to stop
himself from laughing.

Shit, he'd even thought about how he was going to brag to his grandson
when he got back.

Actually, it couldn't be called bragging, after all, his grandfather was really
good and could-

His smile froze before he could finish his thought.

For suddenly he saw on the foggy horizon a pack of unseen things

scurrying closer, approaching him like a churning black wave, far faster
than the fifty machine soldiers from earlier.

The things made a horrible, strange noise, as if a guttural grunt rolled

from the throat of a beast.

Then a light suddenly burst out of the smoke from the blast, gliding like a
meteor, like a sharp arrow, stabbing Zheng Jingfeng in the face!

Zheng Jingfeng could not avoid it, so he raised his gun to fight it off. The
next thing he knew, the object fell heavily to the ground in front of him,
sending a cloud of dust to the ground.

It's the island's mechanical dog!

In a flash, with Zheng Jingfeng as the core, there were hundreds of

mechanical beasts surrounding them in an overlapping circle! Like the
mechanical soldiers, the beasts' electronic eyes were all glowing green,
and little by little, they surrounded Zheng's team, converging into a
beautiful and terrifying fluorescent river in the night.

Zheng Jingfeng immediately swallowed, this is too much ......

And unlike the mechanical soldiers before them, they were small,
incredibly fast and hard to aim at, which was a big problem.

"Ow-"

"Oooooooooooo-"

One dog leads the way, and all the other dogs respond, monsters
designed to fit the habits of living creatures. The howling that precedes
the attack almost completely drowns out the faint chimes on Zheng
Jingfeng's strap.

"Countdown, five minutes!"

Five minutes!

Can he, can he hold out?

Sweat kept dripping down his face.

Zheng Jingfeng's heartbeat became the only drum beating for him on this
battlefield, thump, thump, thump ......

He and Xie Qingcheng had come to this island to gather the values of the
latest weapon, the Rapid Cold Light, so that the Second Order could break
through the defences and land on this sinister island as quickly as
possible, to meet one of them after three years of rejuvenation.

He may seem to be alone in facing these mechanical dogs, but he knows

that behind him in the control room there is still Xie Qingcheng fighting,
that there are still so many comrades fighting 10,000 miles away in
Huzhou, even in the central castle of Mandela Island, there are still their
frozen teammates waiting for the dawn of this battle.

He could not retreat.

"Oooooooh ----"
At the same time, Zheng Jingfeng wiped the dust from his face as he rose
from his spot, alone, and clicked on a new magazine.

The mechanical dogs lunged at him like a tidal wave, and Jing Zhengfeng
bellowed, raised his steel spear and fired a blinding white light at the
fastest of them all!

Flashbang!!!

Flashbulbs again!

The flash-bang shells landed among the dogs, hissed and burned for three
seconds before detonating with a bang!!!

This time, because there was no such highly intelligent robots as the
"violent kill" to stop it, the flash-bang bullets exerted its absolute power,
such a small bullet after landing on the ground burst a rolling wave of air,
immediately overturned the whole group of dogs, the steel fragments and
dirt and debris flying, hounds screaming and mechanical wailing, the rest
of the mechanical dogs saw this The rest of the dogs froze in their tracks,
not daring to come any closer.

The flash-bang attack has successfully delayed their attack!

But Zheng Jingfeng didn't have many of these cartridges with him, having
used one for the storm kill and one just now, he still had three left in his
magazine.

After three were used up, he would have no such large area bludgeoning
weapon to deter the mechanical dogs.

"Countdown, four minutes!"

Four minutes to go!

Four minutes, three bullets, he had to hold out ......

Zheng Jingfeng holds his gun up and looks around at the mechanical dogs
that are hesitant to move forward. Apparently, they were also adjusting
their mode of combat, not daring to rush forward.
They were observing Zheng Jingfeng's weapon ......

This gun, is there another weapon with such a huge lethality inside?

After a dozen seconds or so, the dogs seem to have reached a kind of
unity on the airwaves and they decide to take a gamble. Zheng Jingfeng,
with his many years of experience in combat, knew that there was no
room for ambiguity, let alone hesitation, and that if he hesitated for even
a moment, the enemy would guess that he was running low on
ammunition and would then launch a frenzied attack, quickly exhausting
all his weapons.

Zheng Jingfeng immediately fired his gun, clearly with only three bullets
left, but with the bravado of having 300 left.

BANG BANG!!!

Two in a row!

A left and a right explode between the dogs!!!

In a flash there was another scream and a flurry of steel, and the
mechanical dogs were indeed shaken and they stopped their attack once
more. This time, they did not dare to launch a third attack quickly.

They had misjudged Zheng Jingfeng's double shot and, mistakenly

believing that Zheng Jingfeng had a very large number of these bullets,
the dogs did not dare to take the plunge, letting out a long, chilling whine
from the sky, but not attacking immediately.

They are waiting.

As a child living in the countryside, Zheng Jingfeng knew immediately that

they were asking for help, waiting for more of their kind to come.

Although the more enemies the more frightening, all Zheng Jingfeng
needs now is time, and waiting is not a bad thing for him, despite the
increased danger. It was just a gamble to see if the reinforcements from
the mechanical dogs would come faster, or if Xie Qingcheng's data entry
in the control room would be faster.

He glanced at his watch without moving.

Three minutes to go ......

Time has almost never been so torturous, the seconds are as long as
years. Zheng Jingfeng has only been in such a difficult situation twice in
his life, once now and once at ......

The very young faces of Xie Ping and Zhou Muying seem to flash before
his eyes.

Another time, when they had just graduated, was when the three of them
went undercover in Burma and hid in a warehouse crevice literally unable
to move for four days.

Thinking of his two deceased comrades, Zheng Jingfeng's heart was filled
with a vague heat, a sip of warm blood.

His gaze sank, his heart sank, and this heat and fervour sustained him
where he stood, as if he felt them returning too, standing right and left
beside him.

Two minutes and forty seconds ......

Two and a half minutes ......

Two minutes and fifteen seconds ......

"Countdown, two minutes!"

The watch launched a countdown broadcast in a shrill voice.

Zheng Jingfeng, a man of flesh and blood, was facing off against these
hundreds of mechanical beasts. Normal beasts can smell cowardice in
men, and so can these mechanical beasts, but they can never smell fear
in him.

For he had come to seek revenge.

He had come to seek the justice that had been absent for twenty years.

He has in him the hopes of the dead and the expectations of the living.

Only there is no place for timidity.

The dogs are still afraid to come forward.

Countdown, one minute!!!

Zheng Jingfeng knew that the light was near, he stared and held his
breath, waiting for Xie Qingcheng to emerge from the control room. They
would be ready to go soon, once the data had been collected, the uploads
didn't have to stand still, they could escape, they could manoeuvre, they
just had to last another minute, fifty seconds ......

Thirty Seconds ......

"Oooooooooooo-!!!"

Suddenly a horrible howl cracked the wind from afar and Zheng Jingfeng's
pupils suddenly shrank!

It's reinforcements from the pack!

Reinforcements from the pack will be arriving soon!

He could already see with his naked eye the rolling smoke and sand that
was churning up near the horizon, the dust raised by the masses of beasts
on the run.

Twenty Seconds ......

Zheng Jingfeng's hand is on the trigger and his head is turned back
sideways, his facial muscles tense to the extreme as he looks at the door
to the control room.

Ten seconds--

The dogs were getting closer and closer, and the beasts around them
were beginning to stir. He had one last flash-bang round left in his
machine gun, and he had already made up his mind at this critical
moment to fire this last round as soon as Xie Qingcheng came out.

Five seconds - !!!

IV, III, II -
" Xie Qingcheng !!!"

The beasts are running!

Zheng Jingfeng shouted at the top of his lungs into the control room,
"Let's go!!!"

One ！！！！

With no more choice, the dogs finished their reinforcement and swarmed!
Zheng Jingfeng's bullets burst through the chamber, sending a huge
explosion through the pack of rabid dogs.

BANG!!!

Zheng Jingfeng struggled to see through the smoke towards the control
room door, and the sight of it chilled his blood.

Xie Qingcheng ...... did not come out.

Fifteen minutes have come and gone.

But -

"No! There's misleading data!!!"

Inside the control room, Xie Qingcheng's headset was filled with the voice
of the HQ technician breaking down, "Three more minutes!

Xie Qingcheng heard all the commotion outside, three minutes?

Zheng Jingfeng has already used up the most effective bullets against the
mechanical dog, how can he last another three minutes?

"Can't you guys go any faster!!!"

"Three minutes!!! In three minutes it must be possible to-"

Xie Qingcheng: "I /fuck/ your mother!"

"Don't you move! You can't go out there, you have to cooperate with us in
order to finish in three minutes ......"
The data is still churning.

Outside the command room, it was a chaotic scene as countless hounds

were blown to pieces, but more came howling through the smoke towards
Zheng Jingfeng.

Zheng Jingfeng had to fight in close quarters, but he was indomitable,

dropping the gun he had finished shooting and replacing it with two twin
guns, firing in all directions, making the guns hot in a matter of seconds.

The dogs were scared for a moment when they saw the men, but they
were machines after all, and after some hesitation they hissed and
charged. Zheng Zhengfeng, after all, could not beat his two fists with four
feet, and with no one to assist him, he was soon wounded, and the smell
of blood filled the air, irritating the mechanical thugs even more.

Zheng Jingfeng, red-eyed and hissing, fights and shoots incessantly, the
bursts of gunfire and his roar forming the most melodramatic melody.

"Fuck-"

One vicious dog fell before him, and he staggered, bathed in blood, even
his eyes were soaked in scarlet.

Fifty Seconds ......

One minute ......

With a bloody chunk of flesh torn from his thigh by the mechanical dog, he
was unsteady on his feet but managed to grit his teeth and hold on,
cracking the dog hard on the head!

He gasped, but at that moment, a swarthy giant dog suddenly lunged

towards his back neck, Zheng Jingfeng could not dodge and turned back
with his gun to fight it off. However, he knew that he would not be able to
stop it from attacking his back, and he was afraid that ...... this time ......

He wants ......

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

Shrapnel splashes! Fire bursts!!!

Just as the mechanical dog was about to pounce on him, two figures
suddenly passed before Zheng Jingfeng's eyes.

Mr. Zheng, by this time exhausted from the fight, his mind foggy and his
vision disordered, stared at that moment - was it his illusion?

He saw the two men in this life-and-death situation, amidst the flaming
light ......

He actually saw it ......

" Xie Ping? Muying!!!"

What caught his eye, surprisingly, was their ......

Was it his illusion?!

Was it an illusion when he was about to die?!!!

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Chapter 214 - I come to you too

Zheng Jingfeng collapsed to the ground amidst a hail of gunfire and
smoke, staring at the two figures in front of him, strafing the tidal wave of
robotic dogs.

One of them even wore a police combat cap.

The way they fought, the way they moved, was so similar to the Xie Ping
Zhou Muying of his day that for a moment he saw the reincarnation of
those two old men.

But when he looked at it, he saw that it was not.

Those two who were holding off the mechanical dogs for him, were ......
actually "violent killers"?

Zheng Jingfeng was stunned and shocked as he watched the

'Stormbreakers' use their equipment to attack the robotic dogs. As the
most powerful robots on the island, they are equipped with many high-
tech anti-personnel weapons, and even though their hands have been
blown up, they are still able to deal with the dogs with no problem at all.

One of them, the one with the police cap on, actually looked back at him
and gave him a fist bump gesture.

For a moment, Zheng Jingfeng's mind felt empty.

He muttered, uncertainly, "...... Xie Ping ?"

The droid didn't answer him, its green eyes staring at him for two or three
seconds as a mechanical dog lunged at it head-on, sensing the danger
immediately and turning back, its chest armour opening up, firing a
searing ray from within, cutting the snarling mechanical dog in half in the
blink of an eye.

Two minutes now.

They've been trying to stall for another two minutes.

Zheng Jingfeng wiped a handful of dust, propped himself up from the

ground, raised his gun again, and ran over to the two Stormbots, and at
once, he and the two Stormbots were in standard three-manifold combat
mode! He was back to back with them, one sharing a 120 degree angle of
fire, and with three working together, there was no more dead space!

"It's fucking ...... really unbelievable ......" Zheng Jingfeng muttered, simply
feeling like he was dreaming.

But what happened was true, he really did form a defence team with the
two Tyranid robots, and he did so because he received a fist bump from
the police cap Tyranid.

That was a hint of the formation he and Xie Ping Zhou Muying had agreed
upon during their mission to Burma over thirty years ago, and the
clenched fist represented the Three Mans New Defence Formation. Under
normal circumstances, Zheng Jingfeng would never have believed it, he
would have thought it was a coincidence, yet in the moment when he
locked eyes with the robot's green eyes, he was touched by something
and actually made the match by magic.

What's even more terrifying is that he actually got it right.

Zheng Jingfeng shouted at the two violent killers behind him in the hail of
bullets, "Is that you? Is ...... you guys?!!!"

Without answering, Stormbreaker launched an attack and defence in all

directions in silence.

The gesture changes again, the clenched fist changing to an outstretched

three fingers.

--

"Three men crouched low and attacked upwards."

Zheng Jingfeng's ears were already echoing with the voices of Xie Ping
and Zhou Muying when they discussed the code word with him.

He lowered his body the moment Stormbreaker withdrew his cue, and the
two "comrades" behind him also lowered their bodies in unison, without
surprise. scorched head.

At this point, Zheng Jingfeng is finally in tears.

Don't need any more answers ......

He knows who these two "violent killers" are ...... He's already sure who
they are ......

But how did this happen?

What are these "violent kills", anyway?

Zheng Jingfeng felt that he had only been working with his old comrades
for a few rounds when the door to the control room opened and Xie
Qingcheng came running out of it, clutching the Feng Bo system that had
finally finished collecting data, and shouted at him, " Uncle Zheng! Let's
go!!!"

Zheng Jingfeng: "You can't-"

Before the word "go" could be uttered, he was suddenly nudged on both
shoulders in unison, and Jingfeng turned around in dismay to see the two
tyrants shaking their heads quietly at him.

The one with the police cap gave him a military salute - albeit with his
hand missing.

The one without a police cap lifted one arm to his face.

Even though they were not as easy to read without their hands, Zheng
Jingfeng understood immediately, because it was a gesture that Zhou
Muying had done to him many times before, a gesture of silence.

Zheng Jingfeng, a man who hadn't cried for decades, was almost bawling,
but he had to hold back the tears that were blurring his vision.

" Uncle Zheng!!!"

Xie Qingcheng shouted at him once more, the doubt and agitation already
evident in his voice.

Zheng Jingfeng moved his lips to say something to the two tyrannical
killers, but in the middle of this distraction, a mechanical hound had
broken through the line of fire and charged up, the light in his eyes
turning from green to red, about to shoot a killing ray.

"Bang!"

In the nick of time, Jing Zhengfeng regained his composure and fired his
gun at one of the mechanical dog's eyes, so that the light disappeared,
while the other shot went diagonally across the side of his face, hitting the
police cap's shoulder!

Zheng Jingfeng shouted out of breath, " Xie Ping ---!"

The cry was too late to realise that something was wrong.

Xie Qingcheng had already felt that something was not right in the
command room, and when he came out, he saw that the two tyrants who
were out of control had actually started to help Zheng Jingfeng kill the
enemy, which was even more strange. Xie Qingcheng was shocked.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened in dismay as they met the green eyes of
the robot in the police cap for an instant.

At that moment, there was a sudden buzz in his head.

For some reason, he instantly remembered the action the robot had
repeated twice before towards itself - raising its mangled arm to the side
of its head. He had thought it had become dumbed down by being out of
control of Zhuo Ya's mainframe, but at the moment he suddenly realised
why he felt the action was déjà vu, because the action was ......

--

"Come on, Petunia, give a military salute like your father."

At the entrance to the family home, Xie Ping smiles and ducks down to
speak patiently to the Xie Qingcheng of his childhood.

Xie Qingcheng: "Like this?"

"Yes, what a little wit."

"Then you work hard, Officer Xie." Little Xie Qingcheng said to his young
father as he tried to lift his head and chest.

Xie Ping returned his standard military salute with a half-hearted smile,
"Yes, thank you, our handsome young man."

"......"

It's a move that he and his dad used to do with each other almost every
morning when he was a kid, with Zhou Muying watching them with a smile
on his face.

How could he have forgotten ......

How did he not realise?!!!

Xie Qingcheng, like Zheng Jingfeng, was struck by an unseen wave and
stood frozen in place for a moment, unable to digest this fact.

"Data upload complete, five percent!"

Just then, a clear, cold beep sounded from the Feng Bo system on Xie
Qingcheng's wrist.

Although they could still hold off for a while, the mechanical dogs were
increasing in number and the damage to Tyrannicide was getting worse.
Jingfeng's flesh and blood bodies would not be able to withstand such a
frenzied onslaught.

Zheng Jingfeng refused to leave, not wanting to leave his old partner on
his own.

Xie Qingcheng, who is more attached to his parents than Zheng Jingfeng,
is more shocked and more eager to know the truth, but Xie Qingcheng is,
after all, a man who has repressed his feelings for more than twenty
years.

Once, if he had not controlled his emotions, he would have fallen into the
abyss of mental Ebola disease and been consumed by death.

His long years of self-control had made him cruel in his personal emotions,
not just to others but to himself.

How much pain must a person be able to endure, how much strength
must they have to cut through their emotions in a situation like this? To
be able to make the most right choice?

He is a living man, but he must live himself as a machine.

"Data upload complete, ten percent!"

Xie Qingcheng rushes forward and pulls Zheng Jingfeng with him, the
firelight catching the sides of their faces, both of which are blackened and
stained by the smoke.

Xie Qingcheng saw Zheng Jingfeng with tears in his eyes, an old soldier of
more than 50 years, but at this moment he looked like a teenager at that
time.

"I can't go ...... that's ...... that's them ...... that must be them... ...you go
Xie Qingcheng, we'll hold it for you ......"

Xie Qingcheng wondered if he had the same tears in his eyes as Zheng
Jingfeng, at this moment all his senses felt closed, he was like a living
dead ...... he couldn't have a little bit of himself, if he missed even the
slightest bit of his own emotions, he would surely collapse too.

"You see clearly Mr. Zheng, that is the robot ...... my parents are dead, it
was you who saw it with your own eyes back then." He clutched his lapel
and whispered to him, "Come on, Mr. Zheng, we have to go."

"No ...... I can't ......"

"You don't know ...... Xie Qingcheng ...... you don't know how many
dreams I've had over the years ...... I've had over the years about them
and me escaping back from the rainforests of Burma together ...... we
ended up lying on the grass ...... none of us missing ......" Zheng Jingfeng's
string, which had been taut for decades, seemed to finally snap at this
moment as he wailed, "Not one of them is missing!!!"

"So you're going to die with them?!!!"

Xie Qingcheng gave an angry shout.

The mechanical dog again ran into the air, and even before the sound of
the cry was heard, Xie Qingcheng saw a mechanical dog pounce from
behind Zheng Jingfeng's side - a position originally guarded by the "Xie
Ping The "Xie Ping" robot was guarding the position, but the "Xie Ping"
robot was so damaged that it could not respond as quickly as before.

In the nick of time, Xie Qingcheng yanked Zheng Jingfeng to the ground,
and at the same time, the mechanical dog shot out a laser ray that
slashed against Xie Qingcheng's back ......

In a flash, blood splatters!

Zheng Jingfeng's face turned white: " Little Xie!

Xie Qingcheng grunted in pain as his police uniform was cut, gushing out
stinging blood, and the air seethed with the heavy smell of iron and the
charred scent of burning flesh.

"Data upload complete, fifteen percent!"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "Go! Mr. Zheng, go now! Did you
forget? You said it, this time your teammate is me!!!"
Zheng Jingfeng was shaken to the core.

"It's me, not my parents! Team Zheng, go!!!"

The cry of this young man, the blood of this young man, finally brought
back the sanity of the half old man. The light in Zheng Jingfeng's eyes
gathered, and he immediately rose and said in a trembling voice: "You are
right ...... you are right... ...! Little Xie, we're leaving ...... we're leaving!"

He climbed up and helped Xie Qingcheng to his feet with a brace.

Xie Qingcheng: "I have one last flash-bang round in my gun, you're a good
shot, take it over and make a path, we must not be caught until the data
is all uploaded."

"Good ......"

Holding the gun in his bloodied hand, Zheng Jingfeng wiped the blood and
hot tears from his eyes as he raised his gun and aimed it at the vast wave
of mechanical dogs ahead.

BANG!!!

A shot was fired into the night, illuminating the darkness.

Like a sword that breaks the waves, the flash-bang bombs burst through
the sea of mechanical dogs to create a scorched black path of life - this is
the time!

Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng sprinted forward to break through the
hard-won, unclosed blood trail.

At the last moment, Xie Qingcheng glances quietly behind him...

The two tall Tyranids, behind them, fending off more mechanical dogs,
fought, in the heat of the flames, like two old men who would never return
......

Xie Qingcheng's heart cut like a knife and he turned his gaze away, his
eyes reflecting the endless flames of the explosion and the ashes of the
robbery, and rushed towards the dark forest.
"Data upload complete, twenty percent!"

Mechanical dogs are very fast and normal humans can't outrun them, so
they have to put as much distance between them as possible while the
storm killer is stalling for them.

The two men run through the dark forest, Xie Qingcheng using the hearing
of a Spirit Ebola patient No. 2 to judge their pursuers.

One minute ...... Two minutes ......

Zheng Jingfeng can no longer hear the exact sound behind him.

Five minutes, six minutes ......

A mechanical burst of sound!

Xie Qingcheng's footsteps pause for a moment, at this distance, the sound
can only be heard by him.

This is the sound of the ...... "Stampede" robot when it was completely
blasted and destroyed ......

Xie Qingcheng felt as if a part of her heart had been destroyed with it.

Dad ...... Mum ......

Zheng Jingfeng: "What's wrong?"

"...... is nothing, run again, it's not even close."

Xie Qingcheng fought back the tears that were threatening to come to his
eyes and closed them hard, as the count on his wrist continued to go up
and up, very close to completion.

"Data upload complete, seventy percent!"

Ten minutes ...... eleven minutes ......

"Boom...!"
The second explosion was loud.

He knew that the other Tyranid was finally unable to withstand the furious
stream of mechanical dogs and fell into a sea of steel and fire ......

"Those mechanical dogs will be catching up soon." Xie Qingcheng gritted

his teeth, "There's one more thing ...... we can't stop ......"

As if beating the drums of war for them, the Windber system chimes in
again.

"Data upload complete, ninety percent!"

Victory is on the line ......

Although Xie Qingcheng heard the hounds catching up behind him and
getting closer and closer at an alarming rate, the number on his wrist kept
moving for a few moments, 91%, 92%, 93%, 93%...

"Nope!"

Xie Qingcheng's pupils suddenly tightened and he barked sternly at Zheng

Jingfeng, "Get down!!!"

Zheng Jingfeng's reflexes were quick and he did as he was told, only to
hear a couple of gunshots that swept past the two men's running
trajectory, but fortunately Xie Qingcheng's hearing was so good that they
were able to avoid them.

But Xie Qingcheng's hearing processing was not without its limits. He was
so focused on listening to the pursuit behind him that it was only then that
he realised that someone was rapidly approaching them a thousand
metres ahead.

The person did not come on foot, she rode a mechanical horse that flew
down from the high night sky like a western European mythological
creature, her voice soft, and in a moment she was in front of them.

It was a Slavic woman with hauntingly beautiful features, a cascade of

blonde hair and eyes of astonishing blue and cold.

She held a gun in her hand, and it was she who had fired the bullets
towards them earlier.
Xie Qingcheng and Zheng Jingfeng knew immediately without even being
introduced - she is ......

Zhuo Ya!

"Data upload complete, ninety-seven percent!"

"There won't be a hundred more." Zhuo Ya said this slyly in Russian, and
Zheng Xie, neither of whom knew Russian, could not have understood her
meaning better.

Zheng Jingfeng whispered to Xie Qingcheng, "I'll hold her off, Little Xie,
with three percent to go, we must-"

" Xie Qingcheng, Zheng Jingfeng. Your operation is over."

Suddenly, a second heavenly horse flashed its wings like the wings of a
god of death, blotting out the cold moonlight as it swept up to Zhuo Ya. At
the same time, the wind system on Xie Qingcheng's wrist suddenly
flashed twice, sending out a system warning that sounded horrible to both
of them.

"The system is blocked and the transmission connection ...... has been
disconnected ......!!!"

Xie Qingcheng looked up suddenly and met the eyes of the man sitting on
the second sky horse.

Those almond eyes were sullen and cold, indifferent, without any
semblance of their former warmth.

He Yu, dressed in Mandela's dark black uniform, sits on a cold mechanical

warhorse, his boots in the stirrups. He raises his left hand, which is
covered in black half-finger tactical gloves, in a commanding gesture
before looking down from above at Xie Qingcheng, who is on his knees
and covered in blood. At the same time, the mechanical Pegasus opened
his chest weapon magazine and aimed a black barrel at Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's face: "You lost. My professor."

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Author's Comment.
He Yu also changed his skin and went online hahahahahahahahaha~

Little drama.

He Yu: Xie Qingcheng, look at me, I also have a new skin, Prince Charming
skin.

Xie Qingcheng: ......... You have a mechanical horse, not a white horse.

He Yu: A mechanical horse is also a horse, and a kawaii is also a 1.

Xie Qingcheng ：...... I said horse, what are you talking about people for a
good reason. And if I cared a little about this, you wouldn't have a chance
to be on top.

He Yu: Don't talk to an attacker like that, Xie Qingcheng, that's the bottom
line!

Chapter 215 - I don't install them

anymore
He Yu has also returned to Mandela Island from China at some point.

At this moment, Zhuo Ya and He Yu were facing Zheng Jingfeng and Xie
Qingcheng, and although they were two against two, Zheng and Xie had
no chance of winning.

In particular, He Yu, the top hacker, also cut off the Feng Bo system, which
Xie Qingcheng had already transmitted to the end.

After the initial shock, Zheng Jingfeng did not give up. He quickly raised
his gun and aimed it at Zhuo Ya, but then her mechanical Pegasus
suddenly leapt up, its chest opening up to form a defensive shield that
completely blocked Zhuo Ya's form.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!" The shield was made of a special alloy, and the
bullet surprisingly did not even leave a trace on it.
In the next instant, the two hidden buttons on the side of the mechanical
Pegasus opened, and two flames shot out from them, like snakes of fire,
bursting with sparks as they staggered towards Zheng Feng!

" Mr. Zheng!" Xie Qingcheng shouted.

Zheng Jingfeng immediately crawled to the ground and narrowly avoided

the fire dragon.

Zheng Jingfeng turned around and found that, at some point, several
chains had swung towards him, trapping him in the middle of the net!

Not only him, but Xie Qingcheng's situation was exactly the same. The
attackers who controlled the chains took advantage of the loud noise of
Zhuo Ya's fight with Zheng Jingfeng to drown out the rustling of the
chains.

Zheng Jingfeng, shocked, followed the intricate chains to their source, his
eyes finally landing on He Yu's heavenly horse.

The panther's eyes filled with rage in an instant and his voice was like a
bell: " He Yu ......!!! Do you know what you are doing! These are the
people responsible for killing your own mother, why are you choosing to
do this!!!"

He Yu said lightly, "My mother is not dead."

"!!!"

"What do you mean by ......?" This time it was Xie Qingcheng who was
asking him.

He Yu: "You should have seen it earlier. This island, Mandela Island, is
called Mandela Island because it is almost completely detached from the
real world, a dream island where the technology is fifty or even a hundred
years ahead of the real world. Once you step into it, reality is as distant as
if it had happened in another life."

"We have developed technology unfettered, with technology that is not

tolerated by the world, where the living can die and the dead can live, and
the violent killings that have just helped you escape are loaded with the
consciousness of Xie Ping and Zhou Muying."
"...... That's not even a real person!"

"In this world, is flesh and blood a real person, or is thought a real
person?" He Yu whispered.

Zhuo Ya turned her face sideways and spoke impatiently in Russian to He

Yu, who listened to her and replied briefly.

Zhuo Ya's voice turned stern as he raised his pale golden eyebrows.

Zhuo Ya's eyes grew fierce and she was silent for a moment, staring at He
Yu's face.

"Ты любишьего?"

He Yu's gaze was obscure: "Яегоненавижу."

Zhuo Ya glared at him, while He Yu's eyes did not blink.

Zheng Jingfeng coughed softly and asked Xie Qingcheng, who was beside
him, in a very low voice: "What are they talking about?"

"I don't know."

But they soon learned the outcome, Zhuo Ya raised his eyebrows angrily
and finally gave He Yu a blank look, seemingly unable to argue with him,
and gave in a little.

Before Zheng Jingfeng could react, new wire chains sprang up from the
horse's flanks and bound Zheng Jingfeng tightly, trapping him like a
dumpling, before the chains tightened violently, leaving Zheng Jingfeng, a
big man of about six feet, in a humiliating position. Zheng Jingfeng was
tied to the horse's buttocks in a humiliating position.

Zhuo Ya again said something to He Yu without good grace, which

seemed to mean that that was the way to go back first, because after she
had said that, the Heavenly Horse fluttered its huge wings and, a few
seconds later, took to the air and flew straight towards the main fortress.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are the only ones left in the Dark Forest.
He Yu took control of his horse and came to Xie Qingcheng, who was also
trapped in chains and unable to move.

From his mechanical steed, he looked down at Xie Qingcheng's wretched,

pale face, his blood-stained uniform, and even paused for a moment at
the police number on Xie Qingcheng's chest.

Xie Qingcheng seems silent, for some reason, perhaps because of the two
violent killing robots, or perhaps because of He Yu's sudden appearance.

He was quiet for a moment and turned his face away.

"What, are you so reluctant to see me again?"

"......"

He Yu pressed the silver metal spur he held in his hand against Xie
Qingcheng's cheek beneath the horse's back, forcing him to look at
himself.

"Do you hate me?"

Xie Qingcheng still has not replied.

He Yu suddenly leaned over and dragged the immobile Xie Qingcheng

onto the back of the horse, sitting him in front of him, then he raised his
hands and removed the two deactivated Feng Bo bracelets from Xie
Qingcheng's wrists.

Xie Qingcheng struggled violently, his heart burning with anger, but not
because He Yu was taking away the data he had risked his life to collect
on Feng Bo. It was more complex, but he could not talk to He Yu about it.

"Let go of me."

"No."

"Let go!"

"I'm asking you." He Yu said stubbornly, "I did this, I did this to you for An
Dongni ...... Do you hate me?"

"I told you to let go!"

The force of He Yu's hand was even harder, almost crushing Xie
Qingcheng's wrist bone.

"Xie Qingcheng's bruised body, his indifferent look and his numb eyes ......
The combination of all this finally brought out He Yu's unconcealed anger.

"- Xie Qingcheng. Do you hate me, or not?"

Xie Qingcheng doesn't answer, but the long run, the nerves that have
been strained, the injuries sustained while fleeing, the side effects of
Serum 2, the torture being suppressed by He Yu at this time, all of it piled
on top of each other, makes Xie Qingcheng finally unable to hold on.

He coughed violently, suddenly choking out a mouthful of blood, and his

whole body was about to fall forward in a daze.

His weakness finally brought He Yu back from his madness. He Yu held

him and only then did he realise that he had a hideous scar on his back,
skinned and still bleeding, and that his whole body was horribly hot.

" Xie Qingcheng ...... you-!" He Yu raised his hand, full of blood on his
palm, and instantly changed his face, "...... I'll take you back to deal with
it."

"Haven't you humiliated me enough...take me back and let who treat my

wounds ......? Xie Lishen ?" Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, word
for word, "And then you find it amusing to watch him insult me from the
sidelines, do you?"

Xie Qingcheng said, trying to pull his hand out of He Yu's palm.

"Let go of me."

The fleeting energy of rn-13 had faded, and Xie Qingcheng felt that his
strength was becoming insignificant in front of He Yu.

He was not willing to be in such a mess, and he did not want to be at the
mercy of others.

His injuries or his burning fever, he has a way to control himself.

He doesn't need He Yu ......

Xie Qingcheng's uniform has a concealed clasp on his combat gloves that
conceals a small injection of a highly concentrated mixture of rn-13 and
serum No. 2, which he had placed there in case he needed it before he
went to the island.

The drug is very bad, it will overdose the activity in his body and
accelerate the failure of his organs afterwards. But at least it will allow
him to regain his fitness, heal his wounds and improve his combat
effectiveness.

It can even redeem his dignity when necessary.

Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and struck He Yu in the chest with a sharp
back elbow from the horse's back.

He Yu is quick to see and sidestep.

This is what Xie Qingcheng was waiting for! Although he was bound by
iron chains and couldn't move much, he was more than able to pull out
the highly concentrated injection by activating the mechanism of his
combat glove.

He jerked the tube into his palm and opened the bottle with one hand,
twisting the cold, embedded needle out and stabbing himself in the wrist
with a vicious, precise motion.

"Don't inject this serum again!"

The moment the needle tip is about to pierce the flesh, Xie Qingcheng's
hand is clutched by He Yu.

He Yu clasped the back of Xie Qingcheng's hand and forced it, breaking it
away bit by bit.

"Don't want to die you?!" He Yu grimaced.

Xie Qingcheng was now no match for him, and the syringe changed hands
in a flash and was in the palm of He Yu's hand.
He Yu got the tube of injection and was just relieved when suddenly, as if
realising what he had just said was wrong, he changed his expression
slightly.

Xie Qingcheng slowly looked back at him, "You know what this is."

He used not a question, but an affirmation.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng just stared at He Yu's face, his gaze complicated.

He Yu: "......"

In fact, if He Yu really did not want to confess, he had many reasons to do

so.

He was guessing, for example.

For example, he has information on the Dreambreakers.

Then again, he could even ignore Xie Qingcheng without explanation.

But at this moment, like an entertainer who has been on stage for too
long putting on a shadow play, He Yu is tired - he has been pretending in
front of Xie Qingcheng since their reunion back home, and his pretence
has caused so much unwanted hurt, exacerbating their mutual
pain... ...did he really feel pain?

Is this endless cruel revenge really what he wants ......

He looked into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, which seemed to be calm but also
seemed to be hiding too much bitterness and sorrow. He held the slightly
trembling person in his arms, feeling the abnormally high temperature of
Xie Qingcheng's body, his hands still covered with blood from the wound
on Xie Qingcheng's back.

He lifted his eyes, and they fell on the corner of Xie Qingcheng's forehead.

The spot where Xie Lishen had hit the corner of the table so hard had now
healed, but there was still a faint scar visible.

The scar seems to be engraved on He Yu's heart as well.

He Yu closes his eyes and suddenly he doesn't want to sing the play any
more.

--He's had enough.

"Yes." He Yu discarded the shot to the ground and let the sky horse
trample the potion bottle.

Then he met Xie Qingcheng's gaze.

"I know."

Xie Qingcheng didn't answer, still looking at him, knowing that He Yu

hadn't finished his sentence and that he was waiting for him to say more.

He Yu: "...... Dreambreaker operations tend to work in teams of three, as

do dive missions."

Xie Qingcheng: "So?"

Silence.

Finally, He Yu said, "The third member of the Dreambreaker team

responsible for collecting data was me."

"......"

"I've been a Dreambreaker from the beginning." He Yu finally laid his

cards on the table in front of Xie Qingcheng, "Your highest level
commander, knew all along."

Short and concise, but appalling.

He finished.

He waited for Xie Qingcheng's surprise, dismay, disbelief and even

disbelief.

But ......

But surprisingly, there is none.

Xie Qingcheng just looked at him like that, almost calmly so to speak.

Only increasingly distinct in that gaze was his sarcasm, self-deprecation,

sighs, and woodenness.

He Yu's heart stirred at such a gaze, and then, in a moment of

enlightenment, he suddenly understood...

"Did you ...... already know that?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with a growing sense of sadness, and then
he tilted his head and suddenly laughed, laughing with the utmost
abandon, a sad self-deprecation in his laughter.

He and he, both of them, in this moment, at last, neither of them had to
pretend.

"Yes ......" Xie Qingcheng looked at him almost sadly, his eyes bleak, "I
guessed long ago that you were on our side. From the moment you first
appeared, I ...... knew which side you had chosen."

"I haven't distrusted you from the moment you first appeared."

"I know you're one of us. He Yu ." Xie Qingcheng said, "I also know that
you chose right, but it's also true that you hate me so much."

"......"

"You don't want to tell me, you want to vent your hatred, then I'll stay with
you and keep this charade going. Because I owe it to you, and I won't
expose you until you admit it to yourself."

Xie Qingcheng said hoarsely.

"Now you're finally admitting it, He Yu ."

The almond eyes look into the peach blossom eyes, and in each other's
eyes are emotions so deep and chaotic that no one can penetrate them.

"...... You asked me if I hated you." Xie Qingcheng said, "I actually wanted
to ask you too."
"Are you done venting your hatred." He gazed into He Yu's eyes, in the
night, in the moonlight, above the silver saddle and white horse, under
the fingers of the only youth he had ever loved in his life. "Do you still
hate me?"

Xie Qingcheng didn't know why he was asking this question, he shouldn't
have any more hope. But when he thought of what the old dean had said
to him before he left, he felt a vague energy rise up in his heart again. It
was like a warm, soft rabbit pulsing in the bottom of his chest, making him
ask this almost fragile, sad question.

He had never shown similar emotions to anyone before.

He just looked at him and whispered, repeating again, " He Yu, do you still
hate me."

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What the author has to say.

Do you love him?

I hate him.

Chapter 216 - Still have to fit

" He Yu, do you still hate me."

He Yu was so mixed up that he couldn't answer.

Only a thousand emotions had flooded his heart - Xie Qingcheng had
known all along that he was the Dreambreaker's man!

It turns out that Xie Qingcheng had already seen through his disguise, but
Xie Qingcheng didn't say anything, he acted how he acted, and he played
along ......

No wonder ...... that no matter how much he disturbed him, he was not
driven to break down, because he knew that what he did was only out of
personal grudge, and would not hurt the business.

"......" At this moment, He Yu couldn't tell you how he felt.

He should have been pleased with the trust Xie Qingcheng had placed in
him for once, but he was not at all.

It seems he should be angry that Xie Qingcheng is a better disguise than

he is, but Xie Qingcheng says he just wants to get his revenge.

The love-hate relationship between them is too complicated, even the joy
and anger cannot be pure, he wants to erase all the memories of Xie
Qingcheng from his heart, and he wants to carve everything about Xie
Qingcheng into his blood and bones.

He seems to have forgotten how to love him, yet he can't learn how to
hate him either.

Every moment he tortured Xie Qingcheng over the past few days was also
a moment of torture for him.

He knew he had to have Xie Qingcheng, and if he didn't, the hole in his
heart would remain unfilled. He would never be able to let go of his
resentment ...... but ......

But Xie Qingcheng was not to his liking...

That day, after An Dongni had left, He Yu had, with a glimmer of hope,
retrieved the surveillance of his own villa. He watched with bated breath
the whole confrontation between Xie Qingcheng and An Dongni, but he
looked over and over the screen and saw no trace of jealousy or pain on
Xie Qingcheng's face, and indeed, as An Dongni had said, Xie Qingcheng
did not care who he was with and who he was sleeping with.

His death, in the end, only brought about Xie Qingcheng's self-blame.

Xie Qingcheng did not love him, Xie Qingcheng just felt indebted to him,
just felt harmed him ...... so Xie Qingcheng would keep that little fire
dragon, so Xie Qingcheng carried all his insults and torments without a
word, all these ...... are only because Xie Qingcheng feels sorry for him!

But is that the kind of guilt he wants?

"......" At this moment, reunited on this island of dreams, he stares into the
eyes of Xie Qingcheng.

Those eyes had been waiting for an answer from him.

To hate, or not to hate?

In this minute of silence, the light in Xie Qingcheng's eyes gradually dims.

He eventually drops his eyelashes, he already knows He Yu's answer.

The hopeful rabbit in his chest no longer moved, as if it had been shot by
the hunter.

"It's okay." Xie Qingcheng finally opened his mouth, and at this moment
he was suddenly a little glad that he had written a registered letter to tell
He Yu everything, for if he had said it in front of him, he might have lost
the strength to continue in He Yu's silence and coldness before he had
finished speaking.

Xie Qingcheng lifted his blood-stained face and said to He Yu, "I know that
I cannot force this matter. Even if you don't pretend to be Mandela to me
anymore, you can continue to hate me as long as you want, and public
and private don't have to mix. I owe you a life, and I deserve it any way I
can get it. I'm not hiding."

"............"

What does it mean that public and private do not have to be mixed
together?

What do you mean you can continue to hate me?

He Yu was at a loss as to what to say to him. He was so angry with Xie

Qingcheng that he wanted to throw him off his white horse and stomp on
him.

But then he wanted to clutch his hair and kiss Xie Qingcheng fiercely on
the lips, not caring about love or hate. He did not want to hear Xie
Qingcheng's words of self-loathing, nor did he want to ask Xie Qingcheng
to have him in his heart.

The pager in He Yu's ear suddenly rings as he is thinking.

"Please Mr. He, after intercepting the Windber system, quickly turn in the
captured Windber device to General Manager Duan." The mechanical
female voice inside the headset gave the command icily, "General Duan is
waiting for you in Conference Room 3."

The system rushed, repeating the command three times in quick

succession.

He Yu took a deep breath and tried his best to slow down his mind.

He Yu knew that he could not delay any longer, and since Xie Qingcheng
wanted to separate the public from the private, let's do so first.

So he said to Xie Qingcheng: "...... these ...... private matters between us

will be discussed later. For now you have to cooperate with me and keep
this drama going. It is for your protection that I have come back to this
island. Only if we work together can Team Zheng and the others be
rescued. Do you understand?"

He, Zheng Jingfeng and He Yu are, in fact, a team, and even if he and He
Yu have many disagreements, they are now colleagues and teammates.

He finally closed his eyes, acquiescing instead of answering, and allowed

He Yu to bind his hands behind his back - Xie Qingcheng's uniform was
equipped with two handcuffs on the waist, so He Yu simply took them and
cuffed Xie Qingcheng directly.

Xie Qingcheng: "......"

"Better than having Mandela's handcuffs on you when you're taken back."
He Yu glanced at his face, seeing his resistance to the thing, but said
anyway, " Mandela's handcuffs are electric rings, one word against the
mouth and you'll be electrocuted, you don't want to try them."

"......" made sense and Xie Qingcheng said nothing more as the Heavenly
Horse took to the air with He Yu's command and flew off in the direction of
the main fortress.

The main castle is a Romanesque building with heavy walls, overlapping

arches and a domed roof. The complex is not decorated with repetitive
carvings, but with evenly cut light and shadows from the vaulted
colonnade, giving it an austere and dignified air.

The air currents were icy as He Yu's celestial horses descended to the
entrance of the main fortress, where rows and rows of guards stood, men
and women alike, the women in red dresses as bright as fire, the men in
simple black military uniforms. Their faces were expressionless, as if
something had drained the joy and sorrow from their bodies and left them
standing like pawns on a chess set.

" Mr. He." The pair of guards at the head of the room bowed to He Yu,
their eyes vacant, "General Manager Duan is waiting for you in
Conference Room 3."

Once they had finished, the two rows of guards behind them repeated the
phrase in unison after them.

" Mr. He, Mr. Duan is waiting for you in Conference Room 3."

The voice echoed eerily, almost as if it were some kind of mystical ritual.

He Yu, already used to this, took control of the reins and let the horses
walk until they reached the huge arched stone gates of the main fortress,
rolled off his horse, dragged Xie Qingcheng down without a word and
entered the main hall.

Like most Romanesque buildings, Mandela's high dome, with its narrow,
lofty windows, makes the light from outside seem dim and disorienting,
creating a strong sense of the sacred and the fantastic, as if one were at
the crossroads between heaven and earth.

Xie Qingcheng has no time to look around as He Yu leads him straight into
the vintage lift, which takes him straight to the ninth floor of the tower,
where He Yu's room is located.

"I won't take you over to Duan Wen so as not to cause any trouble." The
lift doors opened and He Yu escorted Xie Qingcheng as they walked down
a long corridor covered in a heavy woven wool carpet.

The two men really carried out their business to the bottom of the barrel
when they disagreed. Neither one dropped the ball on a key action.

He Yu's lips were pressed against the edge of Xie Qingcheng's ear and he
whispered behind his ear, "I will keep you in my room, but Duan Wen is
not comfortable with me, there is pinhole surveillance in that room,
whatever you see when you enter, don't act too surprised. Make sure you
put on a good show, as I did, and act as if you were being held captive, so
that he doesn't suspect anything. For the rest, just leave it to me."
As they speak, the two men have reached a flashing openwork teak
lacquered door with an elaborate plaque nailed to it with He Yu's name
inscribed on it.

He Yu whispered, "When you get in there, just pretend you're on TV, you
remember when we did a scene at school? That's what it feels like. You
don't have to take anything seriously. If you have anything to say to me
that you really want to say, cough five times in a row and I'll take the
opportunity to get close to you, I've tested it and at this decibel level
Duan Wen can't hear you. Do you remember all this?"

When he finished, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at Xie Qingcheng's

face. When he saw Xie Qingcheng nod almost imperceptibly, He Yu
understood that the scene between the two of them was now 'on'.

He first pushed Xie Qingcheng roughly in front of the surveillance camera,

pushing his entire body against the teak gate, before clutching him by the
hair and yanking him closer.

"You're in no position to resist, Officer Xie." He Yu raised his voice so that

if anyone was watching the surveillance on the walkway, they could see
the pushing and shoving between him and Xie Qingcheng, "If you want
your Uncle Zheng to live, then you'd better behave and not make me half
as unhappy."

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, his frail body giving him an unnatural
pallor, which made him look even more humiliated and constrained in a
way that he could not resist.

He rolled his eyes and stared at He Yu's face, "...... you don't hurt him."

"Oh? Do you care about him that much?"

"......"

He Yu sneered, rubbing the side of his finger against his cheek, his gaze
running over his face like the tip of a knife, "But whether I hurt him or not,
it's up to you to do the rest, Officer Xie."

"......" looks at each other, just as Xie Qingcheng did when he helped He
Yu with his play at Shanghai University many years ago.
But where Xie Qingcheng was not at all necessary in a school play, he had
to be fully committed and not let Mandela's people see the slightest flaw.

"Go to my room and stay there. Think of your Uncle Zheng's life and
behave yourself."

With that, He Yu opened the biometric access control and led Xie
Qingcheng into his room, the door closing behind them with a click.

Xie Qingcheng's heart snapped when he saw the layout of He Yu's

bedroom.

He understands why He Yu has made a point of saying "whatever you see

when you go in, don't act too surprised".

Because for some reason, this bedroom ...... is an exact replica of the
former He family's guest room - Xie Qingcheng's home in the He family -
even the books on the shelves are identical. ......

There is a large solid wood desk next to the bedroom bed, with a chair in
front of it. Knowing that there are hidden cameras in the room, He Yu and
Xie Qingcheng engage in a very real tug and tangle, perhaps because
they both have something dark inside them that needs to be let out, and
they actually use full force on each other when they do it.

He Yu finally pins Xie Qingcheng down hard on the desk and then pushes
him into the chair, securing him with cold handcuffs on the armrests,
before pulling the therapeutic restraint belt he used during his attack from
the side of the chair and trapping him in it.

Taking this opportunity, He Yu moved closer to him - which, to Duan

Wen's surveillance, looked like a natural move for He Yu to make in order
to better restrain Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu tightly bound Xie Qingcheng while whispering in a voice that

couldn't be caught by the surveillance, "Don't worry about it here, no one
will break into my room except the cleaners, I'll be back later when I'm
done with things."

Xie Qingcheng's lips opened and closed slightly, barely a ripple: "Tie it
loosely."
"It's not like that if you're loose." He Yu's hot breath brushed against Xie
Qingcheng's ear, and his low voice went straight to Xie Qingcheng's chest,
"I'm your opponent now."

"False."

"Just know in your heart." He Yu said, "Don't blame me so much, I'm also
trying to get the job done."

With a firm gesture, the back of his pale blue hand jutting out slightly, he
pressed the prisoner of war firmly into the leather office chair, a finger-
wide black healing band, like a demonic spell, strangled across Xie
Qingcheng's light blue shirt, interlocking and sealing it.

He Yu tied the man in place and the young man, dressed in a black
Mandela uniform, stood up straight, pulled back slightly and looked down
at the man in his Dreambreaker uniform, his hair loose on his forehead
and some blood on the corner of his mouth.

Four eyes facing each other.

The monitor lays dormant in the shadowy concealment of the room.

The play, it has to go on.

He Yu looked down at him askance and said coldly, " Xie Qingcheng, did
you ever think you would have this day before?"

"......"

"Have you thought about it?"

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes and ignores him.

He Yu's black half-fingered gloved hand reached over and strangled

Officer Xie's jaw.

He turned his face around and forced him to look at himself.

The situation was so familiar that, for a moment, they all thought of what
had happened earlier in the Medical Competition Conference building -
At the time, He Yu thought that Xie Qingcheng did not know that he was
an informant for the police, so he simply took it personally and humiliated
him.

But now that he knows that Xie Qingcheng had already guessed the truth,
he looks back on that experience with a different feeling.

As he stared into Xie Qingcheng's eyes at close range, he wondered what

kind of state of mind Xie Qingcheng had been in at the time that he had
been able to grit his teeth and take his insults without revealing them.

The eyes of the blind are unfocused and He Yu cannot find answers from
them.

" Xie Qingcheng ......" he murmured.

Xie Qingcheng also felt uncomfortable thinking about what had happened
in the conference room and tried to turn his face away again.

This reaction certainly lit a fire under He Yu's already confused mind, and
a desire grew within He Yu's sad heart.

"Look at me." He shifted from a choke hold on his jaw to a grip on Xie
Qingcheng's messy forehead, forcing him to lift his bruised and bloodied
face so that he could look at himself again.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng is still trying to look away.

The force in He Yu's hand increased, breaking his face over harder, "Look
at me!"

The fingers were trembling.

The two men's eyes met again at close range, for a second, two
seconds ......

And then -
In this atmosphere, He Yu felt an almost desperate wave of irritation and
hurt, his heart surging with anxiety, and finally, uncontrollably, he lowered
his head and suddenly kissed Xie Qingcheng heavily on the lips.

"!!!"

This is the kind of behaviour that would be considered a clinical and

reckless addition to a play. Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard, his eyes
widening as he instinctively tried to break free, but could barely move. He
Yu was too strong, entangled with impulsiveness, eagerness, desire and
even the instinctive possessiveness of the male bone.

"What are you doing?" In the confusion, Xie Qingcheng suddenly bit
through He Yu's lips, and he gasped, his chest heaving, his gaze piercing
He Yu's sickly face through his dishevelled black forehead hair.

"......" He Yu slowly licked away the sweet blood from the corner of his lips,
while his thumb rubbed over the corner of Xie Qingcheng's mouth, wiping
away the red marks like falling plums in the snow. He then placed his
blood-soaked finger on Xie Qingcheng's lips.

Impulsive as he was, he remembered that he was acting, and slowly stood

up straight, and after a moment's silence, calmed his mind and replied
with the stance of " Mr. He" morosely -

"...... What do you think, instead of killing you, I left you in my room for?"

And again, "Even this is a question, should I say that Officer Xie is too
naive, or too ridiculous?"

Xie Qingcheng gasped, "...... Haven't you had enough."

"......" He Yu paused for a moment.

He suddenly realized that Xie Qingcheng might not be able to distinguish

between the real and the fake in such a violent clash of emotions. In other
words, Xie Qingcheng may have empathised so much and blamed himself
so much that he "fell into the scene" in the confusion ......

He could clearly see the deep disappointment and pain in Xie Qingcheng's
eyes. He could sense that Xie Qingcheng's words were a knock on his
heart, not a complete charade.
The look in his eyes made He Yu avert his gaze. He lowered his eyelashes
and was silent for a moment before he could crack a cruel smile and then
said, "...... Yes, you cheated on me like that in the first place, causing me
to almost lose my life, how do you think I can let you off so easily? "

With that, he straightened up and dropped his hand to the side of Xie
Qingcheng's bound waist, then as the two men separated, He Yu suddenly
searched the row of equipment bags containing rn-13 concentrated
injection and serum number 2 that were fastened to the side of Xie
Qingcheng's leather buckle.

" He Yu, you-!"

Xie Qingcheng hadn't expected He Yu to do this and a hint of panic

appeared in his eyes - these were the two most effective potions he had
used on missions for the Dreambreakers, and although they would take a
toll on his body, they were undoubtedly effective, and if He Yu didn't let
him use them, or simply destroyed them for him, then there was little he
could do next. then there would be almost nothing he could do next.

He did not want to argue with He Yu any further and gave him a warning
look that he should not act rashly.

But He Yu ignored him.

He Yu just wanted to get this "drama" and conversation over with as soon
as possible. He took the injections away and said slowly, "Okay, I have
some business to attend to, so you can sit here and wait for me to return."

" He Yu!"

"I don't need to tell you what to do with a bird in a cage, do I, Xie
Qingcheng?"

"......"

"Be good and you can suffer less."

He Yu dropped his words indifferently and did not meet Xie Qingcheng's
eyes again. After checking the time on his wristwatch, he pushed the door
open and walked out, leaving Xie Qingcheng sitting alone in the room like
a flashback of the years.
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The author has something to say.

Hahahahahahahaha Neverland at the beginning, Mandela Island in the

back.

The school play at the beginning and the boss monitor at the end.

He Yu: Xie Qingcheng, you can become an actor and get the best acting
award.

Xie Qingcheng: Forget it, I've had enough career changes in my life ......

He Yu: Then I hope your last career will be my wife.

Xie Qingcheng: (frowning) How come you're not my wife.

He Yu: I'm a man! Don't clay me!

Xie Qingcheng: ...... (because of the generation gap, the uncle smoked a
cigarette and turned on his phone and started to look up what claymation
meant)

Chapter 217 - Acting is hard

He Yu took over two hours to return.

As soon as he enters the room he removes his half-fingered gloves and

tears the collar of Mandela's uniform loose. Just by the look of weariness
and boredom on his face, it is clear that he must have had a less than
pleasant encounter with Duan Wen.

He glanced at Xie Qingcheng, who looked the same as before, but for
some reason his gaze was slightly dimmed.

Xie Qingcheng had a strange feeling, as if He Yu was expecting something

to happen to him.

But the feeling was fleeting, and before Xie Qingcheng had time to think
about it, He Yu had stepped forward and loosened the restraints from his
body.
"I've brought you medicine." He dragged Xie Qingcheng to the bathroom,
slamming the door behind him.

Xie Qingcheng was just about to speak when He Yu, in a gesture of

undressing him, leaned close to his ear and said with a sober face, "Be
careful. There's surveillance here too."

"......"

Duan Wen is a real pervert.

After the necessary struggle, He Yu overpowered Xie Qingcheng and

injected him with an injection he had brought back from outside.

Xie Qingcheng clenched his back teeth: "What the ......!"

"There's no name for it, it's just an ordinary anesthetic." The tip of the
needle pierced Xie Qingcheng's veins and the cold liquid was roughly
injected into Xie Qingcheng's body by He Yu.

He Yu's voice was loud enough for the surveillance to hear: "After the fight
you won't have much strength to fight back, just enough to walk, sit and
lie down from time to time. I don't want to be assassinated in my sleep,
it's as simple as that."

The solvent is pushed in, and He Yu takes the needle out of Xie
Qingcheng's veins. The drug reacts quickly, and Xie Qingcheng lies on the
cold table, gasping for breath.

In front of him was a gold-rimmed mirror, in which he could see himself

lying on his back in a messy uniform, while He Yu stood behind him, in an
oppressive black uniform, his eyes downcast. He Yu waited until Xie
Qingcheng's strength had been almost melted away before he completely
ripped the man's bloodstained shirt off and discarded it on the floor.

"Don't move." Despite the fact that Xie Qingcheng's struggles were now
insignificant in front of him, He Yu held him down without question, his
gaze moving inch by inch over Xie Qingcheng's bruised back.

It was a wound from the previous fight against the mechanical dog, the
wound hadn't completely clotted and blood was still dripping out a little.

He Yu's eyes are dark.

The commander-in-chief told him about Xie Qingcheng's injection of
serum No. 2 and rn-13 to get to the island, but it was one thing to know
about it, but it was another to see Xie Qingcheng's desperate attempts to
inject the serum into his body and to see such serious injuries on his body.

It was hard on his mind that the anesthetic that was pumped into Xie
Qingcheng's body had healing and restorative properties. Unfortunately, it
can't be said much either.

In silence, He Yu took the antiseptic sponges, iodine and tweezers from

the drawer of the kitchen table and cleaned the wound on Xie Qingcheng's
back with a tense face. He rubbed his hand over Xie Qingcheng's slightly
arched back, his movements not gentle, but careful.

Xie Qingcheng said in a stifled voice through clenched teeth as the pain of
the iodine seeped into the wound and sweat seeped from his forehead,
"Mr. He is really wasting his mind."

"I caught you to serve me, what use is it to keep you if you're sick and
burnt."

After He Yu had finished briefly, he took care of Xie Qingcheng's injuries

and threw the used medical equipment into the trash. He then lowered
himself down and caged Xie Qingcheng beneath him, stroking him and
making deliberately intimate movements for the people behind the
pinhole camera to see.

But taking this opportunity, he has whispered a message to Xie

Qingcheng: "Don't worry, Zheng is fine."

This contact couldn't last too long, and when He Yu was done, he grabbed
Xie Qingcheng's hair and kissed his earlobe profanely before forcing Xie
Qingcheng to get up and say, as if flirting, in front of the mirror, "Does
Officer Xie need to go to the bathroom?"

With that, his eyes swung twice around Xie Qingcheng's silver belt buckle.

Xie Qingcheng: "...... Get out!"

He Yu smiles, he doesn't take offence at a beast with its sharp claws

clipped: "I've just given you an injection and I don't know if the dose is too
much, so I'd better help you in case you don't have the strength."
Xie Qingcheng's response was even harsher than his earlier bite: "Get
out."

"...... Officer Xie is still a hot character." He Yu smiled faintly, "You really
consider my place as your own home? Not at all polite."

Xie Qingcheng once more: "Go."

But seeing that the coldness in Xie Qingcheng's eyes was not a disguise,
He Yu finally went out, only to lower his eyelashes before closing the door
and glance twice at the zip.

Xie Qingcheng was injected with drugs again and the strength to close the
door was always there as he slammed it shut.

"You can tell me if you can't hold on any longer." He Yu said languidly
from the door, "For old times' sake, I'd be more than willing to come in
and give you a hand-"

No sooner had the words been spoken than there was a sound on the
door, Xie Qingcheng slamming something in the bathroom directly onto
the door panel, stopping He Yu's voice.

He Yu was still not able to stay in the room for too long this time, having
returned on short notice to finish injecting Xie Qingcheng and treating his
wounds. Not long after this was done, he left, Duan Wen still had
something for him.

During this time, Xie Qingcheng was trapped alone in He Yu's room,
unable to go anywhere.

Knowing that the room was being monitored, Xie Qingcheng couldn't act
too calmly. He paced back and forth, smashing some of the decorations in
He Yu's room, throwing some of the books on He Yu's bookshelf, trying
several times to get out, but unable to open the door or the window.
Finally, after a silent tantrum, as if he had exhausted his remaining power,
he sat down in an armchair by the window, his head hanging, and made
no more movements.

This is not a perfect performance, but Xie Qingcheng's character is

inherently aloof, not prone to rage, much less outbursts, and probably not
unusual in the eyes of the monitor.
Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his chair, like an actor after the curtain had
closed, slowly regaining his strength and spirit. He had many questions on
his mind - such as what happened to the "violent killing" robot, and what
He Yu meant when he said "my mother is still alive". What did He Yu mean
by "my mother is alive"?

He was all waiting for an answer.

He would need to wait until He Yu had finished his business and returned,
then he would have the opportunity to ask questions.

But perhaps because he had been through so much, or perhaps because

the room he was in was exactly like the guest room in the former He
residence, Xie Qingcheng waited too long and unconsciously fell into a
light sleep, during which he had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the He House many years ago.

He stood at the desk in the guest room and placed the book of Rare
Diseases of the World, which he had just written a gift message for, on the
corner of the desk, then pulled his suitcase and walked out of the room,
closing the bedroom door with his hand.

The doorway was carved with an endless summer pattern and he took one
last look at it and left the place along the long corridor.

--This was the day he left the He family.

The pulleys of his suitcase rolled across the floor as he descended the
stairs, ready to head for the door. However, unlike reality, this time he
dreamt of eight-year-old He Yu standing on the grass watching him.

"Sir." The boy called to him, then slowly approached him, "You dropped
your things."

The boy lifted his hand and handed him a light white veil.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned to find his suitcase gone, clutching a bouquet
of Endless Summer that he had held at first sight.
"Sir." Little He Yu repeated once more to remind him, "You dropped your
stuff."

"......" Xie Qingcheng hesitated and raised his hand to take the side of the
light veil, and in that instant, the wind suddenly rolled up and blew before
his eyes, and by the time he could see clearly again, He Yu was gone.

What he held in his hand, after all, was no longer a light veil either, but a
pile of white paper, not too thin and not too thick, with a beautiful line of
writing at the top.

It's He Yu's suicide note ......

"Comrades officers ......"

The words he never wanted to see again appeared before his eyes in the
depths of this dream, and Xie Qingcheng's heart felt like it had been
injected with that dissolving power, and even the strength to beat was
depleted.

He felt pain, but could not shed a tear, and the corners of his eyes hurt as
if they were torn.

The lines of the suicide note became a net that trapped him in it -

"I'm only twenty, I have someone I like, and I don't want to die yet."

"I mention the names of these two officers here in the hope that, after my
death, you will be able to investigate carefully and thoroughly, with the
evidence in hand, the old events of those years, when they left this life for
twenty years without ushering in a single justice."

"This thing is so step-by-step and so easy to get wrong, I may never be

cleared again, or I may be buried right in the ocean. If that's the
case ........."

Those words are burned into Xie Qingcheng's mind like a curse, and even
after all these years, they still pursue him and bite him in the neck with
their sharp teeth.

"- I don't want the one person in the world who has been the best to me to
feel sad for me."
The heart is splattered with blood.

"He Yu!" Xie Qingcheng jolted awake, gasping for air, his back a cold
sweat, soaking his wounds with pain.

Outside the window it had been light and by now it was dark again.

The wall clock pointed to eleven o'clock, and he was so tired that the nap,
leaning on the soft seat, turned out to be a deep sleep, and he did not
wake up until midnight.

In his dizziness, he saw a slender, handsome figure leaning against the

window.

He Yu had already returned and was staring out of the window, when he
heard the movement, he turned his face sideways, letting the moonlight
cast a silvery edge on his face: "Bad dream?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, his
heart was still thumping inside his chest, as if he wanted to break free of
his chest ribs and run out.

He closes his eyes.

After a moment, He Yu suddenly pulled him up from the armchair, hugged

him roughly, pushed him against the window beside the desk, pinned him
against it and began to kiss him passionately. The sound of heavy
breathing, the clothesline, the thumping of the two men's heartbeats,
changed from light to heavy in the room, which was so deafening.

"What did you dream about?" He Yu's kiss was like a butterfly, perched on
the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck, his lips moving lightly to stir up a storm
from Xie Qingcheng's heart, "Why did you call my name?"

Xie Qingcheng had just woken up and had no strength at all, and once he
had relaxed, the side effects of the RN-13 and serum No. 2 hit him, and
the reaction to No. 2's pregnancy had affected him, and now he was too
weak to even stand, so he could only let He Yu hold him in his arms and
let the hot kisses run from his brow and eyes and lips and neck to his
cracked heart. He Yu's arms were wrapped around him in this way.

"Didn't dream of anything ...... let go of me." Between the increasingly

frantic kisses, Xie Qingcheng found his voice and replied hoarsely.
"......" He Yu paused for a moment, "Do you really think I'm here as a
holiday retreat."

Xie Qingcheng did not say anything, he was flooded with that feeling of
nausea and vomiting again, uncomfortable ......

He was a doctor and naturally understood how difficult it was for women
when they were pregnant, but he had only known it before, and Serum 2
had allowed him to experience this weakness first hand. He was a bit of a
macho man, but in this moment he was so clearly aware of how tough and
unyielding the bodies of those seemingly fragile women really were.

He Yu's kisses fall on the side of his ear and neck, with hot breaths.

Xie Qingcheng gasped slightly and tilted his neck up, the feeble struggle
under He Yu's body feeling like a pandering. So he finally didn't move at
all: "What do you want?"

He Yu stopped moving and stared into his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes seemed to be nothing but ruins as he said, numbly

and hollowly, "Do you still want to sleep with me?"

The voice is waveless, almost like a rag doll that has been tortured until it
is broken.

He Yu's heart was pricked, but in the way of surveillance that could be
viewed at any moment, he said, "Well, what else can you be used for
these days but that?"

"...... An Dongni doesn't satisfy you anymore does it."

Is this a genuine attempt to argue ......?

He Yu stiffened more visibly and his face sank, as if he wanted to say

something but ended up clenching his back teeth only slightly, his gaze
unblinking as he stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, as if he wanted to see
emotions other than indifference on it.

But there was none to be found.

In the end, He Yu says nothing more to Xie Qingcheng, his kisses changing
from rude to tyrannical when they fall again. It was as if he wanted to give
vent to some unspeakable pain in his chest, and between the embraces
he pressed Xie Qingcheng's back against the cold glass window, his kisses
no longer feeling like an outpouring of love, but like a tangle of hate.

The smell of blood is heavy and He Yu's eyes are scarlet. In the chaos of
the tangle, he pulls Xie Qingcheng to the edge of the bed and kisses him
fiercely, the ferocity of his movements increasing.

Finally he and Xie Qingcheng collapsed in unison, he pinned Xie

Qingcheng to the soft Simmons and he lifted the snow-white quilt,
wrapping them both beneath the waves and cloaking them in darkness.

By now, Xie Qingcheng could no longer tell whether He Yu's actions were
genuine or whether they were intended for Duan Wen.

He only felt his heart grow heavier at these reactions from He Yu, beating
with lead-like difficulty, and he could feel the emotional truth of He Yu's
actions, that whatever He Yu's intentions, the hatred was not feigned.

So Xie Qingcheng clutched He Yu's wrist, so desperately and so hard, as if

he were using up his last bit of strength to hold him, even though his
whole body was running out of strength. He seemed to be trying to stop
him, but he also seemed to be begging him.

Xie Qingcheng could not see He Yu's face in the absolute safety of the
mattress, it was so dark and he was almost half-blind, he suddenly
became panicked and disoriented, his ears seemed to echo He Yu's words
from before - what else do you do now but this? What use are you now?

Whether it's real or acted doesn't seem to matter in this moment.

Xie Qingcheng, who had already been irritated by the dream, was finally
shattered by these words in a body that had been carrying too much.

The overdose of RN-13, the subsequent side effects of Serum 2, the

mystery of the violent killing robots, the capture of Mr. Zheng ...... and the
pressure and guilt he was carrying ...... Xie Qingcheng suddenly went
crazy and tried to push He Yu away. Xie Qingcheng suddenly went crazy
and tried to push He Yu away, but on the other hand, he was holding onto
He Yu's hand and refused to let go.

He seems to have broken down.

He finally broke down.

The body reacts ...... very painfully.

The soreness of the heart hurts.

His body was like a sponge soaked in pain, and all the pain and suffering
was burrowing into him. He could not ask for forgiveness, so he could not
speak the truth, he had nothing left ...... nothing left ......

Dad, Mum, Mr. Qin, Xie Xue ......

He Yu ......

They all left him.

Never to return.

Xie Qingcheng was so mad with pain, so nauseous, so broken down that
he looked like he was going to die. He wanted to scream and hiss and
wail, but he couldn't make any sound ...... nothing!!! A broken whimper
finally escaped his throat, and his whole body clutched at He Yu's hand,
clutching at the bedding without consciousness.

Black.

It's all black all around.

His lips opened and closed in the darkness, constantly opening and
closing, but unable to make too loud a sound.

He Yu did not expect him to do this suddenly and froze. He panicked and
called his name as he moved closer to him, leaning in so close that it took
several times before he finally heard Xie Qingcheng's inaudible, hoarse
utterances. Xie Qingcheng kept muttering.

" He Yu ...... I can't see your face anymore ......"

The voice was actually choked with some brokenness.

"I can't see your face anymore ............!!!"

He Yu's heart fluttered! It was only then that he realised that Xie
Qingcheng was in such a terrible state that he could not bear the pain of
playing this scene with him any longer.

Xie Qingcheng is the man in the play, he is not a spectator.

He is going to be sore.

He Yu was indeed wrapped in a strong sense of resentment, but it was

only when he looked at Xie Qingcheng, who was suddenly a little frantic
beneath him, that he suddenly realised...

In fact, Xie Qingcheng ...... is also a psychiatric Ebola patient.

For more than twenty years, Xie Qingcheng has experienced a lot of pain
and suffering, but by his strong will power, he has suppressed and sealed
his illness without ever having an attack.

And this moment ......

He Yu thought it was just a straw, but for Xie Qingcheng, it was a snow-
covered mountain of a shock.

" Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu finally came back to his senses, his fingers
clasped back around Xie Qingcheng's slightly trembling hand, he could no
longer pretend anything, his other arm tightened around him, the two of
them under the envelope of the goose down quilt. He murmured in his ear
over and over again, almost in a panic, " Xie Qingcheng, it's all right! It's
all right! I did it for Duan Wen ...... I did it for Duan Wen ...... I didn't mean
to humiliate you ...... Xie Qingcheng, did you hear me? "

" Xie Qingcheng ...... did you hear that ...... "

He Yu held him so tightly that he didn't even realise that even his own
voice was trembling.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, do you hear me ......"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng is being held by He Yu, as if the little fire dragon from his
memory has returned, the little fire dragon that used to laugh and say I
can warm your bed many years ago has swam to him from his dreams.
But the little fire dragon was clearly dropped to pieces and never stuck
back together again ......

It won't stick back together again!!!

Xie Qingcheng's eyes are slack and he is trembling slightly, while He Yu

keeps touching him and soothing him.

It was too dark under the covers, but there was no way he could lift them
and turn on the light, they could only hold each other here, they were only
safe in the dark.

I don't know how long it took before the shivering in Xie Qingcheng's body
finally slowed to a halt.

He Yu raised his hand to touch his face.

Those cheeks were so full of moisture that He Yu's hands shook.

"I can't see you anymore ......" Xie Qingcheng said softly.

The voice was hollow and alarming to He Yu.

" He Yu ...... I can't see you anymore ......"

I haven't seen you since the night of the sea battle.

You do hate me, don't you.

I'm too desperate. I know that.

So how can I not dare to say that I actually miss you ...... I think more than
once of you walking up to me, holding the piece of white veil and saying
to me, I dropped my stuff.

If it is lost, it can never be returned.

That time you were, never to return ......

His lips trembled and opened and closed soundlessly.

He Yu looked uncomfortable as he held him tightly, the sheets beneath
them soaked with sweat from the tangle.

He stroked his hair and called him over and over again, " Xie
Qingcheng ...... don't be afraid ...... we're acting ...... are acting ...... I won't
really hurt you now ......"

His voice was trembling as slightly as his body, and all the resentment
and hatred that had covered the surface was washed away, and the
deepest truths of his heart were forced out.

"It's okay, it's okay. Now that you have me, you don't have to suffer
through those injections or take any more risks. You're safe with me."

"You're good ......" he gently kissed his sweaty forehead, "Those words are
all false ...... I'm here, I'll protect you ...... brother, don't be afraid ......"

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