Zhou Ying's voice suddenly became hesitant: "Brother, come back quickly, it's urgent, come back soon! Something's happened!"
Zhou Xuan said angrily, "What is it? Tell me, why are you hesitating? Speak up!"
Zhou Ying paused for a moment, then said, "Brother, let's talk about it when you get back. Just come back quickly!"
Zhou Xuan was furious and shouted, "You're at Brother Hong's house, right? Give the phone to Brother Hong!"
Zhou Xuan was right; Zhou Ying did indeed give the phone to Wei Haihong.
Before Zhou Xuan could speak, Wei Haihong's voice came over: "Brother, I know what you're going to say. I can't really say anything about this, you'd better come back yourself!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone. Zhou Xuan was furious and wanted to call back immediately, but then he thought that since Wei Haihong didn't want to talk about this, it would be pointless to ask again. So he immediately said to Zhao Lao Er and Lin Shitu, "Boss Lin, Lao Er, I have an urgent matter to attend to and need to get back to Beijing. I need your help to arrange a car. Lao Er, please escort the car and transport the goods back to Beijing. Also..."
Zhou Xuan then looked at Zheng Bing and said, "Company Commander Zheng, the second brother is a novice, and I'm not comfortable with him going alone. If it's convenient for you, please arrange for two people to accompany him. If possible, Zhang Shan and Wu Feng, those two brothers..."
Without a second thought, Zheng Bing immediately agreed: "No problem. Zhang Shan and Wu Feng will stay behind with Zhao Laosheng to escort the goods back to Beijing. Jiang Jin and I will fly back with you!"
Zhou Xuan was anxious and didn't think too much about it. He said goodbye to Lin Shitu and then quickly asked Jiang Jin to drive to Baoshan Airport.
Thanks to Zheng Bing's connections, Zhou Xuan didn't worry about the plane tickets at all; he just had to wait for the flight to depart. The flight was at 6:15 PM, and he waited in the airport waiting hall for about an hour.
Zhou Xuan felt uneasy, unsure of what was happening at home. However, judging from Zhou Ying and Wei Haihong's tone, something was definitely wrong, but it shouldn't be anything dangerous to his family. He could tell from their manner of speaking. Besides, Wei Haihong knew about it. If his family were in danger, how could he stand idly by?
Although he wasn't worried, Zhou Xuan felt a deep sense of unease, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
After disembarking at Beijing International Airport, Zhou Xuan didn't linger at all. He immediately hailed a taxi and headed home. Zheng Bing and Jiang Jin dropped him off at Villa No. 8 in Hongcheng Garden before saying goodbye and going to Li Lei's place to report.
Zhou Xuan was anxious and didn't greet them, figuring he could treat them to a meal another time. Right now, he really wasn't in the mood.
He rushed in and went into the living room, where his mother, Jin Xiumei, and a man surnamed Liu were sitting. As soon as Zhou Xuan entered, Jin Xiumei stood up, grabbed his hand, and cried, "Son, your wife is gone! Your wife is gone!"
Zhou Xuan hadn't considered Fu Ying at all. Hearing Jin Xiumei's words, his heart ached terribly. He asked, both frightened and surprised, "Mom, tell me slowly, explain clearly, what happened!" Jin Xiumei wiped away her tears, took a letter from her pocket, and handed it to Zhou Xuan, choking back tears. She said, "My wife was fine yesterday, but this morning a guest came to our house. He was quite young and handsome. He was looking for a wife. My wife whispered a few words to him, then went back to her room and wrote this letter to me, asking me to give it to you. She also told you not to think about her anymore. Find another good girl and settle down. Son, what's going on?!"
Zhou Xuan felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest with a hammer. He clutched his chest and sat down on the sofa, his heart aching and twisting. It took him a while to recover. He tremblingly tore open the envelope in his hand, and there was only a piece of paper inside.
Zhou Xuan took a few breaths before shakily opening the letter. There were only five words on it: "Zhou Xuan. Forget me!"
Zhou Xuan stood there, stunned, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto the letter paper, blurring the words.
Volume 1, Chapter 173: Wounds
Zhou Fu was stunned for a moment. Although his heart was full of pain, he just couldn't accept that it was the truth!
Suddenly, he stood up and ran upstairs to Fu Ying's room. The room was neatly arranged, and there was a small framed picture on the table. Zhou Xuan picked it up and saw that it contained a photo of Fu Ying and him, taken in their hometown of Wudang Mountain. The background showed the golden roof, and Fu Ying was leaning her head against his shoulder, exuding a sweet and tender feeling.
Seeing Fu Ying's sweet smile, Zhou Xuan felt even more heartbroken; he simply couldn't believe it was true!
Fu Ying would never leave him. The only explanation is that the person who came to find her is suspicious. It must be a family member. Is something wrong at home?
Zhou Xuan's mother, Jin Xiumei, followed him in, looking somewhat nervous. Zhou Xuan gritted his teeth and asked, "Mom, what happened? Yingying was perfectly fine, why did she leave? Did she tell you anything else? Did she tell you who came looking for her?"
Jin Xiumei was very worried about Zhou Xuan. She looked at Zhou Xuan with a worried expression and said, "When she left, she only told me not to go looking for her. She didn't say anything else, not even who the man who came to see her was!"
Zhou Xuan sat on the bed, holding his head in his hands. Zhou Ying followed him in, and seeing Zhou Xuan's pained expression, no one dared to say anything.
Zhou Xuan suddenly looked up and reached out to Zhou Ying, saying, "Give me your phone!"
Zhou Ying quickly handed him her phone. Zhou Xuan immediately dialed 114 to find out the phone number for Beijing Airlines, and then called back to inquire about flights from Beijing to New York. It was 9 p.m., and there were no more flights to the United States. The next flight was at 6:45 a.m.
After clarifying the situation, Zhou Xuan immediately booked another flight to New York and handed the phone back to Zhou Ying.
After a pause, he waved his hand again and said in a low voice, "You can all leave now. I want to be alone!"
Zhou Ying said worriedly, "Brother..."
"Get out!" Zhou Xuan waved his hand dismissively.
When Zhou Ying saw that Zhou Xuan's eyes looked like they were about to bleed, her heart pounded with fear. She quickly pulled her mother out of the room and gently closed the door behind her.
Zhou Xuan clutched his head, trying to clear his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, it was no use; his mind was filled with Fu Ying's voice and smile, and tears streamed down his face again. A man doesn't easily shed tears, only when truly heartbroken!
Zhou Xuan lay on Fu Ying's bed, tears streaming down his face, soaking the sheets in a large clump. It took a while before Zhou Xuan, his hands trembling, took out the letter Fu Ying had left behind. By then, the handwriting was so blurred it was illegible.
Zhou Xuan slowly recalled Fu Ying's past. As she thought about it, her heart gradually calmed down. No matter what, Zhou Xuan couldn't believe Fu Ying would fall in love with someone else, that she would leave so heartlessly. There must be some unavoidable hardship in her family!
Fu Ying's love for him was evident in the perilous situation at the bottom of the sinkhole; it was a love that could not be separated even by death. How could a love that could not be moved even by death be easily broken off?
Thinking about this, Zhou Xuan gradually calmed down. He decided not to think about anything now and to take a plane to New York tomorrow morning to see Yingying.
Zhou Xuan sat up. The sheets were filled with Fu Ying's fragrance. He was lost in thought for a while, and then a tissue was handed to him from beside him.
Startled, Zhou Xuan turned around and saw that it was Wei Xiaoqing who handed him the tissue!
Zhou Xuan didn't take the tissue. He just wiped his face haphazardly a few times and said, "Xiao, Qing, you should go out. I want to be alone!"
Wei Xiaoqing sighed and said softly, "Zhou Xuan, don't push yourself so hard. It'll be better if you relax a bit. I think Yingying must have her reasons for doing this. To be honest, I don't believe she would be so heartless!"
Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment before asking, "What are you doing in our house?"
"I've always been here, you just haven't noticed. In your heart and eyes, there's only Yingying, so how could you possibly see me?" Wei Xiaoqing said with a hint of resentment.
Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Xiaoqing, I'm not feeling well and don't want to get angry at you, so please leave!"
Wei Xiaoqing bit her lip tightly, remained angry for a while, but eventually quietly left the room.
Lying in bed, Zhou Xuan began to regret his actions. When he arrived in Yunnan, all he could think about was making money. What was the point of making so much money? His family had enough money to last a lifetime. Why was he so greedy? Besides, no matter how much money he had, was it more important than Yingying?
He was filled with anxiety and worry all night long, and didn't sleep a wink. Time seemed to drag on forever. Finally, at five o'clock, Zhou Xuan got up and left his room.