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Chapter 688
Even if those old wounds heal, the scars are still there, and even if you forgive, does your heart agree?
Do you really think that two people can go back to the way they were after what happened?
Lone Ying sighed and stopped thinking about it, and after packing her things, she headed to Feng Xinglang’s hospital room.
And now, the other side.
Tailor Feng receives an invitation from a friend, and has a game to go to at the bar tonight.
Since having Evelin, he rarely goes out anymore, and usually if he is free, he is mostly at home or visiting Evelin’s shift on the set.
They had a great underground romance and today was the first time he had been invited out since their marriage.
His friends didn’t know about his marriage, so lately, seeing that he hadn’t come out, they just took it as an inconvenience because the family was banging on tight, so they didn’t ask much.
Before Tailor Feng went to his appointment, he also made a special call to Evelin, who was filming on the set, to report on the situation.
Naturally, Evelin had no opinion.
She didn’t really like to control people, and didn’t think there was anything wrong with that, and although Tailor Feng used to be a flowery wanderer, she knew that he wasn’t like that in nature.
Besides, there are some things you can’t defend against even if you want to, so you might as well not defend against them.
So, in a very generous gesture, she just agreed.
It was nine o’clock at night when Tailor Feng arrived at the bar.
After working late, I came over after dinner.
It was late for other places at this hour, but early for a place like a bar.
The lobby was staggered with tables of people, and he was led all the way to the VIP box by the waiter, and as soon as he opened the door, a blast of music hit him.
“Oh my dear ancestor, you’ve finally come.”
Someone immediately ushered him over, and we hooked up, quickly becoming part of the lively feast.
And meanwhile, the next box.
Wynne is also drinking with a group of people.
This group of people, none of whom were domestic, some were blonde, some were bearded South Vietnamese, and all of them looked rather rough and mineral.
Most of them had tattoos on their arms, several of them, and scars on their faces.
Talking and drinking in the same rough-mine, bold style, and there were several others in the house smoking big cigarettes.
The whole compartment was so smoky that even the air became a bit smoky because of the smoke.
These people have a very different style than Wynne, so when he shows up here, it’s inevitably a little awkward.
But looking at the way these people were treating him, and as if they already knew each other, there was no communication problem at all.
“Win!”A bearded man suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked, “How about the last time you said you were returning to China for an errand?Are things done?”
Wen Wenjun looked up at him, obviously the two men were much weaker compared to each other.
But for some reason, with just that one glance, it seemed as if he was a little higher.
The bearded man’s strength, however, was not weak.
He was smoking and didn’t rush to answer, but after finishing a cigarette, he thumbed it out in the ashtray before saying, “Done.”
The bearded man had originally looked at his face and thumped his heart.
Now after seeing him answer, he was relieved and smiled again.
“Just get it done, that’s a good thing isn’t it, you should be happy, why do you look, now, not too happy?”
The bearded man is a foreigner and doesn’t speak Chinese very well.
Okay, so some words don’t do it justice.
Wen Wenjun chewed on the word “good”.
A half-smile and a snicker.
Yes, it does do good.
I’m afraid there’s only one other man in the world who’s been as stupid as he’s been, doing good things for years.
Just thinking of Su Aster’s chocolate-covered face, Wen Wen Jun was only troubled.
Picked up the glass of wine on the table and tipped it back down.
Beard didn’t understand what he was thinking.
But anyone with eyes could see that he was in a bad mood.
Next to him, the others saw the situation.
There were two blond men who looked at each other, whispered something, and then, came over with glasses of wine.
“Hey, why are you drinking alone?Do you want us to call you a pretty girl to keep you company?”
They were all speaking Chinese, but you could tell by the accent that the Chinese wasn’t very good.
Wynne looked at him and shook her head.
“No need.”
“Win, come on!There’s an old saying in your country, “There’s no grass at the ends of the earth, so why love a flower unrequitedly!”
He laughed hip-hop and put his hand on Wen Wenjun’s shoulder, continuing to advise, “Men, to come out to have fun is to be happy, there are so many beautiful women in your country of China, why mope around here for that one, don’t you think?”
The man leaned in with a strong scent of cheap perfume from women.
Wynne frowned and gave way with a subconscious displeasure.
He said coldly, “No, you guys drink, I’m going out for some air.”
Afterwards, he got up and walked out.
The blond man threw a cold face at him, first stiffening, then his face sank.
Behind Win’s departure, he made a gesture to stand up, but was pressed down by the man next to him.
The man shook his head silently at him, and only then did he push down his anger and allow Winston to leave.
Wen didn’t go far, but stood in the hallway just outside the box.
In fact, the air in the compartment was bad, and the air here wasn’t much better than inside.
Places like this are sound and foul, and in general they’re a mess.
With his hands on the railing, he watched the hot, energetic girls dancing on the stage below, but there was no love valley owed in his eyes.
There was just endless apathy and hatred.
Why?
Why?
He didn’t understand why, after all the work he’d put in, after all the years he’d held on to her, in the end he was still less important than that person in her heart.
He had thought that she had deep feelings for herself even if she didn’t like herself.
He didn’t care if she still loved Feng Xinglang or not, maybe that position, could never be replaced, that was to blame for him showing up too late, he admitted.
But he couldn’t care less, in his heart, besides Feng Xinglang, there were actually other people who were more important than him.
So in the end, what was he really to her?
Thinking of this, Wen Wen smiled to herself.
Just then, a hot, scantily clad woman staggered over.
She seemed to have had too much to drink and was wobbly in her walk.
At the sight of him, a clear face blossomed.
Chapter 689
“What are you doing here all alone, handsome?Is there no one to keep you company? Look, let me keep you company, okay?”
I said, and the whole thing pounced.
Wen Wenjun was unprepared and was pounced upon by her in the cold.
The original subconscious was to push the person away, however just at the moment when the hand touched the woman’s body, a soft fragrance suddenly hit the nose.
He was startled and slightly distracted.
Looking at the woman in front of me, I only felt as if the images were reversing and hallucinating.
Immediately after that, the soft, pale face of Aster Su was seen.
“Heterodox.”
He cried out in infatuation, ecstatic.
Hetero, is that you?
You didn’t want to leave me alone after all, so you came looking for me?
He couldn’t help but reach out to the woman and keep calling out, “Heterodox.”
In the corridors of the noisy nightclub, the woman’s lips were hooked in a seductive light smile, one hand gently on his shoulder, her voice soft and compelling.
“Yes, I’m Heterodyne, I’m here for you, will you come with me?”
“Well, I’ll go with you, I’ll go anywhere that has you in it.”
There was no emotion on the woman’s face as she watched his infatuation.
There is just endless calculation and indifference.
It was one o’clock midnight when Wen woke up again.
He was awakened by a splash of cold water.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light in front of me.
He closed his eyes with some discomfort, and then opened them again to see that this was a lavishly decorated villa.
And he was now sitting in the villa’s living room, all tied up with rope.
What is this place?
What’s going on?
His face turned pale and, thinking back a little, he realized he only remembered that he had been drinking at the bar with some friends and had forgotten everything else.
What’s going on?
Wen Wenjun’s heart was very panicked.
And this panic, unreservedly, was all over the face.
He gulped, trying to see if anyone was around.
But head spinning and looking around in a big circle, he noticed that it was all quiet and no one else was there but him.
Wen wasn’t a so-called good man or woman of any kind, so something like being kidnapped wouldn’t scare him.
What would really scare him was the unknown.
It was not knowing who was kidnapping him, let alone that they had an agenda.
It was like an invisible giant net that was so heavy that he didn’t even know where the breakthrough was.
Wen hated to feel this way.
So he couldn’t help but shout out.
“Anyone?Anyone there?”
However, the only thing that responded to him was a hollow echo.
Or none at all.
That tremendous sense of panic was suddenly even worse.
He struggled a few times, and found that the rope on his body, though it looked simple, was actually tied very trickily, and no matter how hard he struggled, the rope was tightening and tightening, with no sign of loosening at all.
Wen Wenjun gulped.
On second thought, I simply stopped struggling and sat still, waiting.
And now, in the first floor study.
Feng Xinglang was discharged from the hospital yesterday, and after he was discharged, he didn’t go directly back to the Feng family’s old house, but had himself tied up by Wen Wenjun and arrived here.
When he came over, Wynne was still awake.
So, he just stayed in the study and didn’t rush down there to see his reaction first.
Next to him, Feng Yan was there, and this was the thing that Feng Xinglang commanded and Feng Yan went to do.
Looking at the man who was sitting quietly on the floor, Feng Yan sneered.
“He’s quick to calm down so quickly, though.”
Feng Xinglang nodded as well.
“Yes, it’s already good to have such composure for someone of their status who lives on the tip of a knife all year round, encountering something like this is inherently dangerous.”
Feng Yan turned his head to look at his father.
After a pause, in the end, he didn’t hold back and asked, “Dad, how do you know he did the car accident?”
Feng Xinglang laughed bitterly.
He didn’t say why, a reason he didn’t want anyone to know.
That’s because that day, before his accident, he witnessed a person passing outside through the window of his car, and that person was Wen Wenjun.
He later awakened and sent a private investigator to check it out.
Finding out that Wen Wenjun was with Aster and had been with her for years was just a slight reflection.
The reason he was reluctant to make a public spectacle of it was that he even hid it from Tailor Feng.
It was because he didn’t want to bring up the old story about himself and Aster.
As for Wen, he has a complicated background, and if you set aside the love affairs, he doesn’t want to offend someone with such a deep background.
After all, the Feng family was no longer the same.
Now, most of the energy has been diverted to the malls, the unclean forces, who have long since quit.
But that’s the way the world works, and those who have a body are afraid to die.
It is said that a barefooted person is not afraid to put on shoes, so to speak.
So, he didn’t want to cause trouble for his children and grandchildren over a little personal matter, and most likely a misunderstanding.
He sighed heavily at the thought.
“Push me down.”
When Feng Yan saw that he didn’t answer, he didn’t pursue the question and pushed the wheelchair he was in outside.
Feng Xinglang was cleared to be discharged from the hospital though.
But his injuries were still too severe after all, and he was able to leave the hospital because the Feng family had their own family doctor, and a lot of the stuff about healing would be better at home.
And this way, the lone warbler wouldn’t have to stay in the hospital, which would be a more convenient thing for anyone.
But Rao doesn’t mean that he’s now able to move freely.
So now, whenever he has to go anywhere, he still has to be in a wheelchair and can’t move around, and he can’t even be around less people to take care of him.
When he was just released from the hospital today, he said he was coming out to do something, and the lone warbler was still upset.
Feeling that he was trashing his body at will.
Feng Xinglang was helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Finally, I could only laugh bitterly as a sign of my frustration.
Feng Yan pushed him downstairs, and soon, the two of them caught Wen Wen’s attention.
When he saw that it was them, Wen Wen was also shaken hard and quite surprised.
“Is that you?”
Compared to his surprise and dismay, Feng Xinglang was far more generous.
He even had a gentle smile on his face and said, “Mr. Winn, long time no see.”
Wen Wenjun’s face turned pale.
A half-hearted, dismissive snort.
“What have you tied me up here for?And what does that mean?”
I said, and lifted my hand to show the rope tied to my hand.
Chapter 690
Feng Xinglang smiled: “I’m sorry to have to use such a rude way to invite Mr. Wen to come, but it’s really also because with other ways, I’m afraid that Mr. Wen won’t come, and even if he does, he won’t admit what you’ve done, so Feng Mou has no choice but to do this, if I’ve offended you, please forgive me Mr. Wen.”
Wen Wenjun’s face shifted again, but in fact, he had probably guessed what he wanted to say.
But the mouth just won’t admit it.
He sneered: “Mr. Feng speaks funny, what have I done to admit in front of you?Are you bullying me because I’ve just returned to the country, so you’re using this to humiliate me?Feng Xinglang, even though your Feng family has deep roots in China, I, Wen Wenjun, am not a vegetarian, so you’d better cut me loose right now…”
“There’s no need to rush Mr. Winn.”
This time, the person who spoke was Feng Yan.
I saw him feel a photograph from his bosom and hand it to Wen Wenjun.
“How about Mr. Winn take a look at the picture and see if you recognize the man in the picture, and we’ll talk about what happens next?”
The only picture I saw was of a mentally unstable middle-aged man, with a bit of tanned skin and coarse mineral paste, and the whole thing looked like a perfectly normal image of a middle-aged frustrated man.
Wen Wenjun just looked at it and withdrew his gaze.
With a grimace, “I don’t know.”
Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t know?Really?”
Wen didn’t say anything.
Feng Yan suddenly laughed and said, “That’s strange, since you say you don’t know him, then why did someone testify that one night half a month ago, you went to his house and gave him a big bag of cash?”
Wynne’s body stiffened with a visible stiffness.
This was slight, but it was still keenly caught by Feng Yan and Feng Xinglang.
They glared at Wen Wenjun, and Feng Xinglang said, “If Mr. Wen isn’t convinced, we can bring the witness up to confront him on the spot, but I’m afraid that by then, things won’t be as easy to handle as they are now.”
“After all, people helped us, and since we let you see his face, we naturally can’t have any more trouble behind him, so just to be safe…”
“What do you want?”
Wen Wenjun suddenly spoke up, interrupting him.
His originally gentle and elegant face now revealed a rare grimace.
“Trying to kill me?Do you dare?”
Feng Xinglang paused slightly, followed by a slow smile.
“Mr. Wen is joking, what’s to kill or not to kill?We’re serious businessmen and never do this kind of blood on our hands.”
Wen Wenjun choked on his words and almost didn’t give a laugh.
“Businessman?A businessman would drug someone and tie them up privately in a place like this?Who are you fooling?”
Feng Xinglang nodded slightly, “Well, it’s good that you know we’re fooling you.”
Wen Wenjun: “…and…”
It’s not a good day to talk.
The atmosphere in the living room was a bit awkward, but Feng Xinglang was in no hurry and just sat there quietly waiting.
Feng Yan even got a cup of tea for him from somewhere, and Feng Xinglang took two sips of it, thinking that the tea was bad and didn’t want it.
“Mr. Winn could have waited if he hadn’t thought to tell us, but you know, I’m still wounded and I can’t wait too long, this is my wife’s house, and that man of hers has the biggest hobby every day of his life, which is to inspect his house estate and all that, and he might come over sometime.”
“I don’t want to worry her, and I don’t want to stick it to Miss Sue, so I’m bound to give a solution to this before she comes over here, so Mr. Winn.”
He paused again, but this time his tone was steeply harsher.
“You’re going to have to think about that.”
Wen Wenjun’s face changed when he heard the words “Miss Su”.
He stared at Feng Xinglang with a deadly stare and asked, “Even if I admit it, so what?You kill and don’t dare to kill me, do you really want to turn me over to the police?”
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Joking, I told you, I’m a businessman.”
Wen frowned, not quite understanding what he meant.
Afraid that his father would get tired of talking too much, Feng Yan took the initiative to explain, “Mr. Wen has a few nice properties in China that my father and I think are pretty good, so if Mr. Wen is willing to cut his teeth, then we won’t pursue this matter any further.”
Wen Wenjun was momentarily startled.
As if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he stared at them dumbfoundedly still.
Feng Xinglang was embarrassed and coughed lightly.
After all, it was still the first time doing this kind of extortion and blackmail, and it was more or less embarrassing.
Feng Yan instead did it without blushing or gasping.
Anyway, my father said, this matter should not make a big fuss, really offend those black evil forces, the most we can do is to fight to the death, no one can get any benefit.
He’s old now, and long gone from being as much of a hero as he was when he was younger.
Know that there are times in this world when there is just no real justice in the world.
Everything is just all about setting out with your heart and giving everyone a double take.
That was why Feng Xinglang had come up with such a compromise.
It was said to be just a few properties, but in reality, Wynne knew what he meant, he wanted all of Wynne’s power and wealth in the country.
After taking these away, it would be like, banishing the man, Wen Wenjun, from the country altogether, never to return again.
Wen Wenjun naturally understood what he meant, and that was why he gritted his teeth so hard that he didn’t agree to speak out half a dozen times.
Feng Yan smiled, “Mr. Wen has half an hour to think about it, if you haven’t agreed after half an hour, then I’m sorry, we only have business to do on this matter.”
After saying that, he bowed to Feng Xinglang and said, “Let me push you in for a little more rest.”
Feng Xinglang’s body hadn’t fully recovered, and after talking to him for so long, he did feel tired as well.
So, without refusing, he nodded and allowed himself to be pushed towards the room inside.
For the past half hour, Wynne had been sitting on the living room floor, not speaking or paying any attention to him.
He was hanging his head slightly, so even from the temporary surveillance installed in the living room, he couldn’t see the expression on his face.
But Feng Xinglang and Feng Yan didn’t want to see it either, no matter what expression he had on his face and how depressed he was in his heart anyway, he had to give this money and those businesses as well.
After all, he was the current head of the Feng Family, and the injuries he had sustained were not for nothing.
And the two living lives, the truck driver does not need to say, that is his own fault, but the driver who has been driving for Feng Xinglang, but he really let him regret a hand.
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