Gu Boyun listened forlornly, his eyes filled with desolation. He sighed deeply, "I'm really getting old... Mingzhu, I'm telling you, how am I going to explain this to Gu Yan's mother when I meet her again... Xiao Yan didn't stay by my side for many years, and now, on my deathbed, I want to do something for her one last time, but things have turned out so out of control. Mingzhu, I really am getting old." The most terrifying thing about a hero's end isn't looking back on past glories, but the sober realization that one has grown old.
Gu Mingzhu smiled and patted his arm, pressing his thin shoulders to help him lie down. "Don't worry. I'm here for you."
After settling her father in, Gu Mingzhu turned around and saw Fang Yicheng off. The two walked along the path in the sanatorium area to get their car.
"Don't you also think I shouldn't have come back?" Fang Yicheng remained silent for a long time before getting into his car and leaving, and finally asked his old friend.
“Mingzhu, I’ve always longed for Uncle Gu and Gu Yan’s understanding. It seems I’ve never asked you, do you hate me?” Fang Yicheng knew all too well what Ruan Wushuang meant to Gu Mingzhu. He had never seen the precocious Gu Mingzhu smile so dependently at any other person.
“I thought I was just pretending not to hate you, but after hearing Liang Feifan’s comments just now, I think I really don’t hate you.” She said, half seriously and half jokingly, “I kept telling myself that even without you, Aunt Ruan’s illness would eventually come to an end. Wei Bo will inevitably benefit from your influence, General Fang, so I can’t hate you. That’s why I pretended not to hate you. But after hearing what Liang Feifan said today, I realize that I’m not as clear about separating public and private matters as I thought.”
“I don’t hate you, although I find it strange,” she shrugged. “It’s really strange.”
Fang Yicheng smiled.
"goodbye."
"kindness."
"Yicheng!"
"kindness?"
"What makes you think my father has forgiven you? If he weren't looking for someone to use against him—do you really think he wanted to match you up with Gu Yan? Do you think he'd forgive you, given that he even holds a grudge against Liang Feifan? How come you've become even more naive after all this time?" Gu Mingzhu chuckled. Could it be that she was the only one who could see that Gu Boyun was using Fang Yicheng to keep Liang Feifan in check?
Fang Yicheng's smile froze on his face.
"In my opinion, he couldn't see through me at first, and then he was just being stubborn with me. Now, he's lost his composure and doesn't know what to do."
"Hehe, goodbye Yicheng. Take care on the road."
Gu Mingzhu walked back with light steps, humming a song.
That night, the traffic department's accident records showed an accident in which a military jeep crashed into a lamppost on an empty road. Although the driver's name was omitted, it was rumored among the traffic police that the car was driven by the former police chief, the third young master of the Fang family, who had just been promoted.
Rong Yan couldn't refuse Xiao Si, so she followed Liang Feifan's car back to the Liang residence with her.
Liang Feifan carried Gu Yan back to her room upstairs, arranged for someone to take care of her, and then came out, calling Rong Yan and Ji Nan into the study.
"Are Ji Dong and Ji Bei both in the city now?" Liang Feifan picked up his wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, poured himself another full glass, and asked Ji Nan in a deep voice.
Ji Nan glanced at Rong Yan and nodded.
"Tell them to come see me the day after tomorrow afternoon." Liang Feifan glanced at Xiao Si, who seemed preoccupied, and waved his hand. "Go to Gu Yan's place. If she wakes up, give her a glass of milk first, but remember not to make it too hot."
Ji Nan nodded and silently withdrew.
Rong Yan waited until she was out of sight before speaking, "Let's not involve the Ji family, shall we? Zhou Yan still owes us a large favor, and besides, he's relatively clean. Ji Dong, Ji Bei..."
"Contact Jason first thing tomorrow morning and say an old friend is visiting. Don't worry about the rest." Liang Feifan interrupted him, stood by the window, and exuded boundless hostility as he faced the heavy night.
“You don’t need to get involved in this,” Liang Feifan said, knowing that the Rong family patriarch and Fang Zheng were old comrades-in-arms. “You just need to keep an eye on Xiao Si. Like you, I don’t want to hurt her.”
Rong Yan's expression immediately turned ugly.
A storm is brewing
Several family doctors diagnosed Gu Yan with erratic behavior due to lack of rest, excessive stress, and emotional distress. Liang Feifan, concerned, instructed them to prescribe sedatives. In the latter half of the night, she had a dream and nestled in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably until his pajamas were soaked. Heartbroken by her cries, he got up and gave her some sedatives. He held her close, patting and soothing her until she finally fell asleep again. Looking at the mist on her eyelashes and the furrowed brow in her sleep, he felt a surge of both coldness and heat in his heart.
The next day, her reaction upon waking was exactly what Liang Feifan had expected. She didn't want to stay at home and wanted to go out. When she was stopped, she threw a tantrum, smashing things and causing chaos throughout the Liang household. Exhausted and tired, she began to protest silently, refusing to eat anything all day.
The maid knocked on the door again, her voice trembling, to ask for instructions, saying that Miss Yan was still locking herself in her room and refusing to eat. Liang Feifan nodded and said in a deep voice, "I understand."
Chen Yubai's hands flew across the notebook, and when he had a spare moment, he glanced at his older brother and said in a cool, gossipy tone, "Pretty convincing, huh?"
"What?" Liang Feifan was somewhat stunned and didn't react for a moment.
"I'm telling you, you're pretty good at pretending to be cool. But inside you're probably in a lot of pain, aren't you?"
Liang Feifan glared at him and pointed to the notebook on his lap. "What's the price range?"
"Nineteen dollars and eighty cents. Two minutes ago, we bought 20,000 shares at eighteen dollars. Adding that to the scattered shares we already had, basically—" Chen Yubai quickly calculated a result, "we now own 30% of Acer's controlling stake."
"What about the second son of the Fang family?"
"We've encountered some resistance. I anticipate some difficulties. Fang Feichi's Hongye has a large amount of external funding as a buffer, and besides, Hongye itself is involved in a much wider range of fields than Hongji. Our current approach of shutting him down won't stop him."
Liang Feifan sneered. Indeed, the second son of the Fang family was a business prodigy. However, compared to his third son, he was only of above-average ability. "A solution?"
Chen Yubai pondered for a moment, "It's difficult enough to blockade two large multinational corporations at once. Besides, they are sister companies. You know the Fang family's background; the local government will definitely support them to the end."
Liang Feifan snorted, "So what?"
Chen Yubai shrugged; nothing really happened. He was just saying it casually; a fight was certainly out of the question. He didn't care about the Fang family's life or death. Men are naturally competitive and ruthless. The concept of humanity didn't exist in Chen Yubai's dictionary.
"What did Chen Yifeng say?"
"Hmm. He can ensure that the forces in the south will at least not unite to launch a counterattack against the Liang family. Fang Yicheng is really doing well. Chen Yifeng went to check it out today, and several elders there have said that they will support Fang Yicheng to the end."
"Any of Liang's properties in the south that Chen Yifeng is interested in can be offered to him at a discount of five percent below market price. Just make sure that the number of Liang's shares he holds doesn't exceed five percent." Liang Feifan silently calculated, then asked Chen Yubai, "What was the final price you negotiated with him for that last deal?"
"Three and a half."
"Give him another ten percentage points. For those already in the transaction process, subsidize him in cash."
Chen Yubai adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "Doing this can be described as harming others at one's own expense."
Liang Feifan sneered, "If Chen Yifeng is willing to cooperate with further actions, I can give him another ten percent. If he can manage two-thirds of the forces in Fangyi City in the south, the Liang family will do all the work for him and won't take a penny from this deal."
Chen Yubai took a deep breath, and his usually calm expression changed slightly.
Qin Song arrived as the two brothers exchanged glances.
"What's going on? Bro, you've finally figured it out and are going to make a move on Third Brother? Look at those sparks flying in your eyes."
As Chen Yubai passed by, he subtly tripped him, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt. The tip of Chen Yubai's shiny black leather shoe kicked him in the buttocks. "Want to get your ass kicked? Want me to grant your wish?"
Qin Song quickly got up from the carpet, rolled onto the sofa with chrysanthemums between his fingers, and sat down.
“Yan Hui and I made all the arrangements early this morning. He’s currently arranging the manpower. Once Jason’s men arrive, everything will be ready.”
"Give the northwest corner to Ji Dong and Ji Bei."
Qin Song scratched his head in front of the gleaming tabletop. "Brother, why did you have to drag the Ji family into this? There are only a few of them; Yan Hui wouldn't even look at them. Besides, aren't you putting Fourth Brother in a difficult position? Once Fang Yicheng falls, Li Yan is finished too. Tell me, should Fourth Brother help him or not? And you just had to drag the Ji family into this. It's making Fourth Brother suffer!"
Liang Feifan ignored him, opened the wine, leaned against the table, and poured himself a drink.
Chen Yubai stared at the stock market chart on his laptop, issuing buy and sell orders from time to time. He glanced at Qin Song casually and asked, "Is it more difficult to choose a side for Xiao Si, or to let her waver between Big Brother and Li Yan? Or do you really want to see your Fourth Brother lead the Ji family and those people to fight against Big Brother?"
Qin Song shuddered. He had been busy completing the task his older brother had assigned him since receiving the call last night, and he hadn't really thought about this aspect.
The eldest brother has even summoned allies from his days when he dominated the Southeast Asian underworld. Is he really going to go on a killing spree this time? If the fourth brother, preoccupied with love, helps Li Yan, then the Ji family might really be wiped out.
"Mind your own business. Second Brother is keeping an eye on Xiao Si." Liang Feifan strolled over, tapped Qin Song on the head, and sat down on the sofa. "What does your maternal grandfather mean?"
“We played rock-paper-scissors, and whoever lost had to go. Fifth Brother went. My grandfather can’t stand me getting involved in these things. He always scolds me for my little squabbles with Yan Hui, and he’ll often threaten me with his horsewhip.” Qin Song frowned as she talked about her stubborn grandfather, but she got excited when she thought of Li Weiran’s wailing expression when he lost the game. “Let me tell you, the old man always praises Fifth Brother for being more capable, more sensible, and knowing when to advance and retreat than me. If he doesn’t give Fifth Brother a good spanking this time, I’ll never accept the family discipline next time!”
Chen Yubai had long despised his beastly thoughts, but after thinking for a while, he asked Liang Feifan, "They can't touch their maternal grandfather, can they? Fang Zheng and he are not from the same faction."
Liang Feifan shook his head, brimming with confidence. "The Fang family knows the identities of the fifth and sixth sons. If they still come knocking, it's only as a last resort. What I want is for them to have no other choice but to take desperate measures. I've instructed them to persuade their grandfather not to take any stance at this stage. When the Fang family does come knocking, I'll add insult to injury, ensuring they never recover." A shadow fell over his handsome face, and the light in his eyes, amplified by the alcohol, shone even more sharply.
Qin Song and Chen Yubai exchanged a glance, and both saw in each other's eyes that a storm was brewing.
But brothers, isn't that what they're supposed to do at this moment? Chen Yubai continued with the complex and intricate calculations of selling in the stock market, while Qin Song and Zhou Yan checked the points and times one by one.
During dinner, the servants came and went more frequently, and Liang Feifan's face was so menacing it could be considered a doorman's. Several wine bottles on the table were already empty. Chen Yubai closed his laptop, gave Qin Song a look, and the two said they needed to go back to prepare for the next phase of the plan. Liang Feifan nodded and didn't try to keep them any longer.
On the way to the parking lot, Chen Yubai thought it best to warn Qin Song to prevent him from being confused and not knowing the consequences, "Don't go and say anything about Gu Yan's situation to Xiao Li, understand?"
Qin Song mumbled a vague "hmm".
"If our eldest brother wants to eliminate Fang Yicheng, we'll accept it regardless of right or wrong, and we'll do what we're supposed to do. But we can't help with Gu Yan's matter. They'll have to resolve it themselves. Understand?"
"Damn it! Of course I know! Who am I? I'm Qin Liu Shao! Do I need you to teach me these dating tricks!"
Chen Yubai got angry and suddenly swept his leg, but Chen Yubai dodged it. The two then chased and fought on the empty road.
The servants dared not bother Liang Feifan anymore, so they took turns knocking on Miss Yan's door. The food was prepared again and again, and all the dishes were placed on the large table in the kitchen, but no one touched them.
Liang Feifan returned to her room around 10 PM. She was curled up in a small ball on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. Perhaps she had drunk a bit too much that night, because after standing by the bed and watching her back for a while, my head started to throb.
In her hazy state, Gu Yan felt him get into bed, and a large space sank into the bed beside her. Her body involuntarily slid over, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms naturally. She could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, a faint scent from his shower.
Liang Feifan didn't expect her to pay him any attention. He simply held her, her head resting on his arm, and with his other hand, he slowly caressed her hair, then her eyebrows, her small nose, and her warm lips. He slipped his tobacco-scented index finger inside her moist mouth, swirling it around until she bit it hard. His finger, still wet with her saliva, moved down to her soft breasts, kneading them with varying pressure, sending tingling sensations spreading through her.
He was determined to tease her until she begged for mercy, his movements varying in pressure, all targeting her most sensitive spots. Gu Yan trembled and groaned, her body tensing as his fingers teased her. Just as he was about to climax, he stretched his neck and took her jade-like earlobe into his mouth, withdrawing his fingers from her body. He bent his knee and inserted it between her legs, pressing against her soaking wet spot, slowly rubbing and forcefully drilling. Gu Yan bit her hand, tears streaming down her face, but she stubbornly remained silent.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her knee, and she trembled even more violently, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Liang Feifan laughed, releasing her from his tight embrace. His knee, covered in sticky fluid, rubbed up her tailbone, the cool liquid making her shiver as it touched her burning skin.
"Would you like me to come in?"
"say!"
"Sweetie... Yan'er, do you want me?"
"Yan'er..."
No matter how he coaxed her, even as he touched the shallow thorns against the outside of her moist petals, she remained silent. His patience ran out, and he forcefully turned half of her body and pressed himself against her, sliding in smoothly.
“Talk to me…” He pressed his forehead against hers, his low voice seemingly tinged with sorrow.
Gu Yan's body was straightened by him. Unable to bite his hand, she bit her lower lip, staring blankly at the ceiling, pretending that he didn't exist.
But how could he pretend it didn't exist? Fueled by rage, his penis grew even thicker and longer, his hand gripping her shoulder so tightly it hurt. Yet, at that moment, the slight pain only intensified the pleasure emanating from her. Waves of pleasure spread out, and halos of light overlapped before her eyes; she was about to lose control… Xiaoyan was about to lose control…
Liang Feifan buried his head in her neck and kept sucking, leaving one red mark after another, as deep as if etched into the texture of her skin.
"Yan'er..." In the end, he thrust deeper, his hips tucked in, pressing hard against her. He suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes, and roared, then collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.
Suddenly realizing something was wrong, she got up to check on the person beneath her and, sure enough, she had fainted.
sensible
The maid kept telling her that the master was busy. Gu Mingzhu waited in the living room for more than two hours before Liang Feifan leisurely came downstairs to see her.
"Liang Feifan, can I see your rationality?" Gu Mingzhu asked coldly as she stood up, exasperated.
"I'm sorry, he ran away from home."
Gu Mingzhu stared at him blankly, then helplessly rubbed her temples, her tone softening slightly, "Then please use your toes to think about it, what good would it do you to destroy the Fang family? List one thing for me to hear?"