The next day, when Meng Weixi learned of her grandmother's death, she was so remorseful that she slapped herself several times.
The Zhao family's funeral was simple and quiet. Zhao Xiyin had refused to see him for the past few days. When Meng Weixi appeared at the funeral, his clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, and stubble had sprouted on his chin. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost in tears.
Zhao Xiyin broke up with him, a conclusion Meng Weixi had never imagined.
He was both shocked and frightened. First, he admitted his mistake, then he begged for forgiveness, and finally he became so angry that he spoke recklessly.
The two had a huge fight that day, and Meng Weixi was so angry that he flew to Australia that very day, ostensibly for work, but really to clear his head. He was very thoughtful at the time, thinking that if he could just cool off and calm down, their relationship would be strong and there was no obstacle they couldn't overcome.
The story ends on the night before Zhao Xiyin's wedding.
Meng Weixi stumbled and rushed to the door. Fearing something might happen, Zhao's relatives and friends simply blocked the entrance, forming an impenetrable wall. Meng Weixi barged in like a madman, his clothes disheveled, his hair disheveled, and one of his shoes missing. He looked so disheveled that he was a far cry from the proud son he once was.
He called Zhao Xiyin's name over and over again.
This is terrifying. If something goes wrong, we'll really lose control.
The Zhao family called Zhou Qishen. When Zhou Qishen arrived, Meng Weixi stepped forward and threw a punch. But Zhou Qishen was too weak and couldn't muster any strength. Meng Weixi cursed, "You insidious bastard, Zhou, you're a despicable villain!"
Zhou Qishen was wearing a white shirt, which made his face look like serene moonlight.
He simply asked in a flat tone, "Are you coming to the wedding tomorrow?"
Without shedding a drop of blood, Meng Weixi was reduced to ashes with just a single sentence.
Meng Weixi stood there like a wooden stake, as if she had lost her soul, and staggered away.
On the 26th day of the sixth lunar month, which is the 28th day of the sixth month, Zhou Qishen got married.
Meng Weixi boarded a flight to Los Angeles, thinking to himself that he would never return to Beijing in his life.
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His phone was on the dashboard, and the screen lit up several times as the phone kept calling him from home.
Meng Weixi sat in the car, answered the phone, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll be right back."
After exiting the highway, the car headed towards the city. The city lights shone like emeralds. Meng Weixi rolled down the window to let the wind blow through. At a red light, he stopped within the lane lines, half of his arm aching and numb. Meng Weixi knew he wasn't seriously injured. He turned to look out the window, and a sudden tremor ran down his spine.
Across the street, the gates of the Beijing Dance Academy stand prominently, with occasional groups of three or five students entering and exiting.
Meng Weixi's gaze remained fixed on that spot until the vehicles behind him honked their horns to urge him on.
He turned his head and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if sand had been blown into his eyes by the wind, and his eyes had accidentally gotten wet.
Chapter 9 The Madman's Wish (1)
The Madman's Wish (1)
Zhou Qishen also drew blood.
Meng Weixi didn't take many punches, but her leg was cut by shards of a broken vase. The high-end trousers that had just been delivered last month were now ruined, so she simply ripped them open, tearing half of the trouser leg to apply medicine.
Zhou Qishen remained calm and composed, skillfully using the medicine bottle and cotton swabs. Fortunately, the ten-centimeter cut was not deep, but the bloody wound was truly horrifying.
Gu Heping still felt furious when he thought about it. "What kind of nonsense is this? You two start fighting at the drop of a hat. Who do you think you are? Don't you know anything? If your investment of over 200 million yuan were invested in Fantian Entertainment, what would happen if this mess got out tonight? Would you even have any face left?"
Gu Heping was truly impressed. "Alright, you two can celebrate the New Year early—Happy New Year, Boss Zhou, may you prosper!"
Zhou Qishen screwed the bottle cap on, frowned, and said, "Be quiet."
Gu Heping chuckled, "Now that your conflict with Meng Weixi has become public, there will be a lot of trouble ahead. Don't you understand that?"
Zhou Qishen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, certain: "He won't."
Gu Heping was truly speechless. Zhou Qishen was such a prudent person, he probably considered the consequences thoroughly before taking action. Although Meng Weixi had only recently taken office, he had become increasingly steady and composed in recent years, and his ability to weigh options and make choices was crystal clear.
Gu Heping drove Zhou Qishen back to Fanyue. On the way, Zhou Qishen received a phone call; the area code was Xi'an.
"Are you Zhou Boning's family member? Zhou Boning is your father, right? He's in the hospital, in the cardiology department. What's going on here? No one's come to take care of him!" The hospital staff were rude.
This car belongs to Zhou Qishen, and it automatically connected to the car's Bluetooth system, so Gu Heping could hear everything clearly.
The call ended, and silence fell.
Gu Heping considered it for a moment, then said, "I'll make the arrangements for you."
The light and shadows flashed past the window, and Zhou Qishen's brows furrowed solemnly as he said, "No need."
After delivering the person, Gu Heping left.
This building stands amidst a cluster of high-rises, offering a panoramic view of the elite prosperity of the CBD's core area. Zhou Qishen bought the house less than two years ago; by then, property prices had skyrocketed, making it hardly a good time to buy. But he placed the order quickly, not caring about the 20% premium. There was no other reason; his and Zhao Xiyin's marital home was also nearby. When he proposed, the marital home was already prepared, with only Zhao Xiyin's name registered as the owner. After the divorce, the house would naturally belong to her.
After taking a shower, the wound reopened. Zhou Qishen casually wrapped it with cotton gauze, then leaned back against the table and slowly smoked.
The study lights were all off, and the night light streamed in through the window, casting a few streaks of light on his face.
Zhou Qishen gazed southeast, his eyes deep, as if he could truly see his former residence.
After the divorce, Zhao Xiyin quickly moved out of No. 1 Courtyard, locked the gate, and never opened it again. Later, Zhou Qishen passed by and asked the property management countless times. The manager told him that Madam, no, Miss Zhao, had never come here even once.
Such a beautiful house, now in ruins, has become a ghost town.
Zhou Qishen fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, but his sleep was poor, barely lasting two or three hours. He woke up while it was still dusk. After finishing a round of the gym equipment, it was only seven o'clock. The phone on his bed rang twice, and when Zhou Qishen looked at it, it was Zhao Wenchun.
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"I'm getting old and not as good as others anymore. I'm really sorry to have troubled you to make this trip." Zhao Wenchun's face was pale as he slowly sat down, supported by Zhou Qishen's hand.