It was a piece of big news indeed. Chen Wanxin was not only the former head of BC company, the key enterprise in the small town, but also the daughter of the Secretary who had been arrested twice and sent to Beijing. Zhao Yuan, whose father was framed and killed, had started from scratch and was the president of a listed company. Both of the parties' identities were so special and they had something to do with Lin Ziwei, the deputy secretary who had died in the attack, and Zhang An'an, the former star. The news was really a piece of big news!
Zhao Yuan returned to the hospital with a complex look. He saw in the video that Chen Yuanxi's neck had been cruelly and accurately cut by a knife. Anyway, he could not betray his heart.
Wang Xiang had been taking care of Zhang An'an, who had not recovered after a long time treatment. He heard about the matter about Gu Xi and Chen Yuanxi, so he left Zhang An'an for the moment to visit them. Seeing Gu Xi's bed full of
Seeing the familiar handwriting, Zhao Yuan could not help shaking his hands. "Wanxin, since you got the video of the funeral parlour, you should know what my father's next words are! He left me two letters that year. The first letter is uncle Zhao's real handwritten will at that time, which my father asked me to take good care of. The second letter is what he left for me. It said that I'm not allowed to open the first letter until you and Zhao Yuan have children, or Zhao Yuan and Wenxi are together. When they are definitely together, I'll then give it to Zhao Yuan," said Zheng Kai. Hearing that, Chen Wanxin fell heavily on the chair, while Chen Yuanxi could not help but sit up. "Wenxi didn't allow me to mourn uncle Zhao on the Qingming Festival. The reason why I went privately was that Yuanxi was ill at that time and seemed to be a little serious. I was afraid that he wouldn't survive, so I opened the letter," said Zheng Kai. "
Chen Yuanxi and Zhang Dong set off for Beijing. "Won't you really go to Yangzi County to see Zhao Yuan?" asked Zhang Dong. Chen Yuanxi shook his head and said, "I just hope he will live a smooth and steady life." "And you?" "You're still here, aren't you?" Chen Yuanxi said with a smile. Zhang Dong was frightened to step back. "The world is so big. Let's find a place and conceal our identities to spend our whole lives together," Chen Yuanxi said again with a smile. "Wenxi, you can tell such a joke to anyone, except for me, because I will take it seriously," said Zhang Dong. "Who knows? Maybe I'm serious." Chen Yuanxi grinned. Zhang Dong frowned and said nothing. Seeing that, Chen Yuanxi shrugged and said, "Come on, I won't tease you. Let's go!" Outside the Fourth Ring Road in Beijing, Chen Yuanxi and Zhang Dong rented a house with t
Chen Yuanxi returned to Yangzi county eventually. He and Zhang Dong went to a place like a park. The words "People's Cemetery" stood like a flag in the air. In front of Lin Ziwei's tombstone, there were two bunches of fresh narcissus. White petals, yellowish pistils and slender branches which had been cut neatly looked very solemn among the tombstones. Chen Yuanxi picked up two bunches of narcissus, placed them in front of the tombstone, and knelt down on the cold ground in early spring. Zhang Dong also knelt down and they worshiped the tombstone together, putting palms together devoutly. Chen Yuanxi sighed softly and closed his eyes. He could not tell who was right and who was wrong after he visited Chen Tianjiao in prison and knew the story among Chen Tianjiao, Huang Xiya and Lin Ziwei. When he knew that Chen Tianjiao insisted on getting off the plane even though he knew he would die after returning because he w
When Chen Yuanxi arrived at the hospital, Chen Wanxin had just received a call. The mobile phone fell heavily on the ground. She could not help shedding tears and was sadder than she had been when she knew her parents' death, while Gu Xi, whose face was still covered with scars even though the surgery of skin grafting was successful, was sitting far away from her and also cried. Just now, it was a notary in Yangzi County who called Chen Wanxin. He told Chen Wanxin that the matter entrusted by Zheng Kai had been completed. "Mr. Zheng entrusted us to help him redeem your old house in Yangzi County. It's on Zhongnan Avenue and the price is high. We have finished it. But we can't get in touch with him all the time. And we only have your personal number. When will it be convenient for you to come to transfer the ownership? If you need to prepare the information, we will explain it to you in detail. Would you please provide your email? Ms. Chen? H
Chen Wanxin woke up, touched her face, and looked at the ceiling doubtfully and two smiling faces of concern. "Are you dead, too?" Chen Wanxin suddenly asked. Chen Yuanxi and Gu Xi looked at each other, tears falling like rain. Chen Wanxin suddenly thought of something, and cried out, "Wang Xiang! Where is Wang Xiang?" Chen Wanxin remembered that when she fell out, she found there was a big balcony several floors down. She remembered someone rushing over and opening his arms. She remembered that she had fallen heavily on the man. She remembered that the man was Wang Xiang. She remembered Wang Xiang's mouth slowly bleeding. "If... if you die... A'kai won't survive..." After only leaving this sentence, the man stopped breathing. "An'an, he is going to fall... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't belong to myself until this moment." "He... only said that.
Luo Yang had been arrested. The evidence provided by the former members of the Mo Family was enough to sentence him to imprisonment, but he refused to plead guilty and delayed judicial procedure. He also knew some important clues about the death of Zhao Mingjiang and Lin Ziwei. The police tried their best, but they failed to get any information from him. Chen Yuanxi wanted to take a long breath and have a good sleep. But when he got the news, he was depressed for several days. "You and Zhao Yuan..." Zhang Dong wished to speak but stop on a second thought. "Both he and I need to calm down," said Chen Yuanxi. Chen Yuanxi did need to be calm. The day after Wang Xiang's funeral, Shu Xiaoman met him alone. She simply showed him a picture of twins, a girl and a boy. They were very similar to Zhao Yuan, and their eyes were like Shu Xiaoman's. "When did it happen?" asked Chen Yuanxi.
Two months later, Beijing. The summer has come. Zhang Dong dragged out an air water tank and set up a small swimming pool in the room. Chen Yuanxi was naked and immersed in the water. He remembered that Captain Cao had been telling him from the small town that people of the Mo Family had been caught one after another, but the one who often provided clues was He Fu, the major fugitive who had killed three people several years ago. Captain Cao had asked about the identity of He Fu several times, but Chen Yuanxi said nothing. "It's enough. You're so tired. Come here," said Chen Yuanxi. Zhang Dong took off his vest and rolled down. They had playing in the water for a while, and did not notice the sound of the door opening. When Hong Xuan came in, Chen Yuanxi was lying on Zhang Dong's body, pouring water on his head, and washing his hair. When they saw Hong Xuan, they immediately stopped, looking like chi
Chen Yuanxi saw Hong Xuan's red and swollen eyes. "I won't interfere in your affairs with Yanyan, but I hope you will at least follow Ziwei's second will and live a good and safe life. As for you, Zhang Dong, if I know you lead Wenxi to the wrong way, no matter what you helped me, I will not let you go!" Chen Yuanxi understood Hong Xuan's meaning and asked him what he wanted to do. "There are still a few thieves who haven't been caught. After catching them, I'll go back where I came from!" Hong Xuan laughed and strode away. Chen Yuanxi rushed forward and hugged Hong Xuan. "Dad... can you not leave... can you stay at somewhere and live... you have the ability to live, don't you?" Chen Yuanxi cried in a sad voice. "I should have died more than eight years ago, Wenxi. Your father and I are sworn friends. We should go through thick and thin together..." Hong Xuan said in a trembling voice.