Rebirth of Atonement

Feng Zhe walked onto the stage in a suit and leather shoes.

There was a confident smile on his handsome face, and his gestures were neat and dignified, which was extraordinarily dazzling under the bright lights.

"... Huayi International can achieve its current glory, it depends on the support and investment of all walks of life. home to create a broader future.”

In front of the camera and on the screen, Feng Zhe ended his speech with thunderous applause.

He has an innate charm that always allows him to easily become the focus of everyone and become the absolute axis.

Gu Qingyuan picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

He turned around and looked at the man sitting on the sofa - rather than sitting, it might be better to say he was lying limply on the sofa.

This person is none other than Feng Zhe, the president of Hua Yi who was in high spirits at the press conference during the day.

"Everything is over, President Feng, or—" Gu Qingyuan put down the remote control, "My brother."

Feng Zhe looked at Gu Qingyuan's eyes that were supposed to be dark, but at this moment he saw the night scene outside the window reflected inside.

and thousands of stars.

Feng Zhe has always enjoyed himself.

As the director and president of Huayi International Group, owning the best wine, the most romantic suite, and the most charming woman is just a matter of words.

It's just that there is no woman tonight, only a man who doesn't understand the style.

This man is Feng Zhe's secretary, Gu Qingyuan.

Also his father's illegitimate son, his half-brother.

"How long have you been planning all this?" Feng Zhe's voice was slightly magnetic, as calm as usual, and there was no trace of panic or surprise in his expression.

He only looked directly at Gu Qingyuan with a pair of long and deep eyes.

"You are always so lofty, more proud and conceited than anyone else, thinking that you are in control of everything," Gu Qingyuan didn't reply to Feng Zhe's words, but just looked down at his body that was always tall and straight but now weak, watching him always proud but now what? "Even hiring me as your secretary and pretending not to know my identity is because you don't take me seriously."

"You think so?" Hearing what he said, the corner of Feng Zhe's mouth even curled into a playful smile.

Although his body is currently immobilized by muscle relaxants, even if he wants to call for help, it will be useless to have this top-quality soundproof wall.

Gu Qingyuan leaned down, the illusion of intimacy was only for a moment, and the next moment was a punch on Feng Zhe's lower abdomen.

He heard a grunt gritted his teeth.

"Don't laugh," Gu Qingyuan looked at Feng Zhe's immobile body convulsing and trembling due to pain, stretched out his hand to pinch his jaw, and looked at the slightly pale handsome face, "I hate your smile."

From those slightly moist eyes, Gu Qingyuan saw his expressionless reflection——

What he showed in front of Feng Zhe had always been a gentle, modest and polite side, but that kind of him was not the real him. Now that there was no need to pretend anymore, he had already forgotten what his real self looked like.

All that's left is hatred.

Gu Qingyuan pulled out a dagger from his suit, with an antique hilt and a shiny silver blade, Feng Zhe's eyes reflected a sharp and cold edge, and immediately, the sharp blade touched his neck, drawing blood beads.

Gu Qingyuan knew that as long as he exerted such force, within a few minutes, Feng Zhe would struggle to death in pain——

Then disappear completely from this world.

"Feng Zhe, are you afraid?" Gu Qingyuan's voice fell gently in Feng Zhe's ear, and for a moment, it seemed to be full of concern.

"If I die, you won't be able to escape." Feng Zhe couldn't hear much tension in his words.

"I never planned to run away," Gu Qingyuan's voice could not hear hesitation, "It's just a pity that I can't see you scared until now."

A cold voice flowed from Feng Zhe Boche's lips——

"What do you want?"

There was a brief silence and stalemate.

"I once imagined that if our births were a little different, then we might be..." Gu Qingyuan dispelled the unnecessary fantasy, he slowly opened the distance from Feng Zhe, and the blade also left Feng Zhe The bleeding neck, "But it's impossible."

The moment the words fell, the dagger that had just left Feng Zhe's neck pierced into his heart neatly!

Hearing Feng Zhe's uncontrollable cries of pain, and seeing Feng Zhe being overwhelmed by the intense pain, the dagger in Gu Qingyuan's hand cut through the flesh and twisted into the muscles and bones, but still sank inch by inch.

Blood splashed on his expressionless face, and then surged out from the wound like a burst bank, like a flower watered with life, bright and gorgeous, burning and quickly taking away all the warmth.

"You asked me what I want, what I want..."

Gu Qingyuan wiped away the blood splashed on his face with his fingers, but his expressionless face was gradually submerged in blood in Feng Zhe's field of vision.

"It's not in this world anymore."

Feng Zhe woke up from the sudden nightmare.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is descending, please sit back and adjust the seat back to the normal position..."

A woman's voice was played from the radio, Feng Zhe helped his aching forehead, and found that there was a little cold sweat on his forehead.

He turned his head and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, only to realize that he was sitting on the plane.

Feng Zhe's appearance was vaguely reflected on the window, and he seemed a little young.

Feng Zhe looked down at the position of the heart again, and the left chest that had been pierced was completely unharmed.Moreover, he has not worn this kind of casual attire outside for many years.

What was just a dream?

Or is it just a dream now?

Walking into the airport, Feng Zhe took out his mobile phone. It was brand new, but the style was very old.

He had just switched his phone back from airplane mode when he got the call.The moment he saw the caller, Feng Zhe was stunned. He thought he was dazzled, but after confirming that he was right, Feng Zhe hesitantly pressed the answer button.

"I heard that you are coming back today, do you want to come over for a drink or two?" A frivolous and hearty voice rang in my ear.

Feng Zhe was stunned for a moment, this voice was...

"Hey, Young Master Feng, can you hear me?"

"I heard." Feng Zhe took a slow breath and replied.

"What's wrong with such a slow reaction? After studying abroad for several years, you can't even remember your childhood?" A teasing voice came from the other side.

Of course Feng Zhe remembered, how could he not remember...

At the funeral that year, Feng Zhe personally went to lay the wreath.

"Jian Tianqi, where are you now?"

"In the bar, the one we used to go to," Jian Tianqi paused, "Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"Have you been drinking?" Feng Zhe frowned upon hearing this.

"No, I'm a law-abiding citizen, how could I do something like drunk driving?" Jian Tianqi retorted immediately.

"Then I'll wait for you at the airport." Feng Zhe then stretched his brows.

There was silence for a while.

"I always feel that Young Master Feng is very easy to talk today, but it makes me a little scared."

"Really?" Feng Zhe asked in a normal way.

"Wait for me there, I'll be there soon." The other side hung up after finishing speaking.

Feng Zhe closed his eyes. Feng Zhe couldn't remember exactly where the bar Jian Tianqi was talking about, only a rough outline remained in his memory, and Feng Zhe had deliberately avoided touching these memories.

He put down his cell phone and saw that the time display on it was September 2010, 9.

If this is not a dream, then he is back ten years ago.

At this time, the Feng family didn't know about Gu Qingyuan's existence.

At this time, Feng Zhe had not inherited the family business.

At this time, Jian Tianqi hadn't committed suicide yet.