Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 135: Morning Heat Rising (3)

"What did you catch?" Zhu Xia sat on the L-shaped sofa, squinting under the light of the incandescent lamp. "It's not a flying beast."

"Speaking of this." Lin Jiayue looked at Zhu Xia with a sly look in her eyes, her eyebrows slightly raised, "Is it fierce?"

Reporter Moon likes to go deep into the tiger's den and dig up unknown social news. She frequently plays various roles and gets the pronunciation of each role just right. At this moment, her voice is full of obvious gossip and sexiness.

Zhu Xia had no choice but to understand.

"It should be considered powerful." Anyway, she was quite happy.

"There are countless women in Hong Kong and Macau who want to have a relationship with Mr. He, and there are also many powerful families who want to marry into the He family. Thank you for your kindness." Lin Jiayue picked up a piece of beef and said, "My dad said that people often send women to Mr. He, hoping to win his favor and rise to prominence."

"But no one has ever succeeded! It's rare to find a man who has been in the world of fame and fortune for a long time and still keeps himself clean."

Lin Jiayue raised her delicate eyebrows towards Zhu Xia, "Although in my heart no one is worthy of you, but Mr. He is just barely worthy of you, isn't he?"

Zhu Xia handed a bowl of soup to Lin Jiayue and said with a smile: "Beauty is in the eyes of friends."

"No way. I'm telling the truth." Lin Jiayue took a sip from the spoon, "How do you feel about him now?"

Half a year ago, Yueliang also asked this question.

Zhu Xia thought for a moment, fiddled with the rice in the bowl, and said slowly: "I seem to have made the same mistake again."

Lin Jiayue: "Hmm?"

Zhu Xia was silent for a moment, then said something that she thought was hypocritical but true: "He doesn't need me."

He Lianzhou was like a patient king. He waited for the ice to melt and then easily recovered his old territory.

There was no difference between the old and new territories to him.

Not only does it not bring any benefits, it also causes harm.

The territory returned to its old land. Once it was divided away again, it would be like cutting a hideous wound on the basis of the old wound.

Zhu Xia thinks more about himself.

Once you have seen scenery like that, all other scenery will seem dull.

When she broke up with him, she knew clearly that she would never fall in love with anyone else in her life.

She was very possessive deep down, and it took almost all of her strength to push him away with her own hands.

At that time, when she thought about him marrying and having children with other girls, her heart ached and she broke out in cold sweats.

But we have to face reality.

It's enough to experience that kind of pain once.

Zhu Xia understood that she needed him.

And he...didn't need her.

She hated inequality and hated putting herself in pain.

The only thing to be thankful for is that she doesn't need him.

Now she enjoys the happiness he brings her, without restricting him or making excessive demands on him.

The pain caused by the departure of an unknown and unnamed person should be less than that of a famous and influential person.

After dinner, she tidied up briefly. Lin Jiayue called and asked her about the manuscript, so she turned and went into the study.

Zhu Xia leaned on the sofa, her chin rubbing against the suit jacket in her arms. The fabric was delicate and cool, she leaned down, her nose moved slightly, and she smelled a faint cold fragrance.

The smell is clearer than the scent of freesia floating on the balcony.

*

The wedding day of Liang Yiying and He Mingliang.

Song Chengyu asked the driver to drive to a private club. The club was closed today and was deserted.

When he arrived, a middle-aged man in a two-piece suit and speaking standard Mandarin led him to the elevator, through the corridor, and to a large and luxurious private room.

He Lianzhou was leaning back in his chair, his posture lazy and casual. When he heard the noise, he glanced over.

"Mr. Song, please sit down."

The waiter served the tea and then left tactfully.

Song Chengyu did not sit down, but stood aside, looking down at He Lianzhou.

"Mr. He, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Song wants to send a wedding invitation to me and my wife, but doesn't he want to ask for my wife's name?" He Lianzhou said calmly.

Song Chengyu suddenly clenched his fists, veins bulged, and his face remained the same.

"Why don't I tell Mr. He the name of my fiancée first."

Their eyes met, their hatred for each other exposed. The whole room was filled with a sense of oppression.

"Mr. He, you and your wife have only known each other for a few years. My fiancée and I have been childhood sweethearts for nearly 20 years and have a deep relationship. When we were very young, we knew that one day in the future, we would get married and become each other's only companions. I support her to study abroad, support her to shine in the medical field, and let her realize her dream. Oh, Mr. He probably doesn't know. My fiancée studied medicine because of me. When I was a child, I was sick and died from donating blood. It was Xia Xia who brought me back."

Xia Xia. Two words. They broke through the paper window.

Song Chengyu put away his mask, looked at He Lianzhou sharply and warned him.

"No one can touch her."

"Mr. Song, don't you want to reflect on what you said?" He Lianzhou's voice was like frost. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him with a stern expression.

"If Zhu Xia doesn't want to, I won't do anything to her. She was still young when she was adopted by the Song family, and her childhood marriage was just a casual decision made by the adults. It's not an excuse to hurt her."

Song Chengyu bit his cheeks tightly, his eyes filled with rage, but he forced himself to suppress it and slowly loosened his clenched fists.

"Unfortunately, Mr. He guessed wrong. Xia Xia is very satisfied with her marriage. The ring she wears around her neck is our wedding ring. The pen she has been carrying with her for more than ten years was given to her by me. Why do you think that in her heart, you are better than me?"

Song Chengyu said with sarcasm on his face, "Mr. He, are you naive enough to think that your short-lived romance can compare to our relationship of nearly twenty years?"

"I don't like to drag things out. I care more about efficiency than time." He Lianzhou's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said slowly, "Even if you have been married for more than 20 years, divorce is just a matter of a moment. What's more, you are not married yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chair came crashing down at him.

He Lianzhou reacted quickly and kicked him away.

Song Chengyu's eyes were filled with rage and he suddenly punched him.

He Lianzhou grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward. His other arm muscles bulged and he punched Song Chengyu hard in the face.

Song Chengyu's mouth was bleeding instantly. He was already angry, and now he was even more furious. He kicked the table and smashed it over, and the table immediately broke into pieces.

The air was filled with the sound of fierce fighting, which made anyone who heard it feel terrified.

He Lianzhou made a roundhouse kick and hit Song Chengyu's temple. He dodged swiftly at that moment. However, He Lianzhou's target was not Song Chengyu's head. He took advantage of the situation and fiercely hit Song Chengyu's back with his elbow. There was a dull sound, and it sounded as if all the bones were broken.

Song Chengyu frowned, grabbed He Lianzhou's wrist and broke it with his backhand, but there was no sound of bones breaking.

He Lianzhou lifted his upper body and threw him to the ground with such force that the whole box seemed to shake.