Rebirth of Atonement

When Feng Shiyan woke up, he saw himself lying on the sofa, with clothes already on his body, and a coat covering him.

His gaze flicked to the side, and he saw Zhong Mingyang sitting beside him.

"What time is it?" Feng Shiyan asked.

"One o'clock in the morning, the banquet is over, this is the hotel room." Zhong Mingyang put down the book in his hand and said.

"One o'clock in the morning..." Feng Shiyan held his forehead, the residual pain caused by the drug fainting has not completely subsided, and the soreness on his body cannot be ignored.

He didn't expect Wang Chen to do such a crazy and perverted thing.

Now thinking of that face, Feng Shiyan felt extremely disgusted.

"Do you need to take a shower?" Zhong Mingyang asked, "If necessary, I'll put some hot water on."

"Need." Feng Shiyan said, but his voice was unavoidably hoarse.

The sticky feeling on his body made him want to wash his body immediately.

So Zhong Mingyang got up and walked towards the bathroom, Feng Shiyan looked at his back, from the beginning to the end, Zhong Mingyang's expression was as calm as an outsider who had nothing to do with him.

"The water is ready." After a while, Zhong Mingyang came out again.

Feng Shiyan then got up, but at the first moment his body and feet gave way and he fell halfway. He held on to the sofa tightly with his hands, and Zhong Mingyang came over to help him up again.

He could clearly see the bloodstains on his ankles, which were the injuries left when he was handcuffed and struggling desperately.

Feng Shiyan withdrew his hand from Zhong Mingyang's support, left Zhong Mingyang in the living room, and then walked to the bathroom alone.

In the foggy bathroom, Feng Shiyan took off his clothes again, he saw all kinds of bruises and marks on his body clearly, gritted his teeth and entered the water, the large and small wounds immediately burned stand up.

Until the whole body was submerged in it, the burning pain subsided slightly, and the water was already smeared with blood.

Feng Shiyan looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom, for a moment, he seemed to feel unbearably tired.

He closed his eyes.

He has never been an easy person to get along with. His natural pride makes him covered with thorns, and he seems to have offended many people unknowingly.

Until one time, when he was alone, he was besieged in an alleyway, and the people in front of him all had ferocious smiles.

After finally getting out of the siege, he went to a very far place, his whole body was in unbearable pain, he held on to the wall and finally lost his strength and fell down.

Suddenly, a helping hand stretched out before her eyes——

"Are you OK?"

He looked up, and saw a pair of moving eyes, and an elegant and delicate face.

That was the first time Feng Shiyan and Feng Zhe's biological mother met.

The water that choked his mouth and nose was coughed out violently, and Feng Shiyan, who woke up from the dream, finally realized his situation——

He almost drowned by falling asleep in the bathtub.

Why do you have such a dream?

They have already ended, and he has almost completely erased the traces of that woman from this home. Only Feng Zhe's existence will occasionally remind him that that woman used to exist here.

"Are you OK?"

Someone's voice suddenly sounded from the side, and Feng Shiyan, who was completely awake, found that he was holding someone's hand tightly.

He looked up, in a trance for a while, as if he saw those eyes again.

However, those familiar eyes belonged to Zhong Mingyang.

"who are you?"

When Feng Shiyan blurted out, Zhong Mingyang was startled for a moment, but the startle disappeared just like a shooting star, and he said: "President Feng, if you are tired, go home and rest."

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the lights of Feng's house were still on.

When Feng Zhe came down from upstairs, he saw his stepmother still waiting in the living room.

"Zhe, are you up so late?" The stepmother forced a smile when she saw Feng Zhe coming down.

"I'll come down for a glass of water, you should rest earlier," Feng Zhe said.

"I'm always a little disturbed," said the stepmother. "He rarely drinks now, and this time he was drunk."

Too drunk to answer the phone, Zhong Mingyang had to tell the situation.

"In the future, if there are entertainments that require drinking, I will try my best to go there on his behalf or let someone else go." Feng Zhe said.

Before the stepmother could reply, there was a sound outside the door.

"Master, he's back." The servant said as he opened the door, and saw the car parked outside and the people getting out of the car.

Feng Zhe's stepmother immediately got up and greeted her.

"Seeing that you haven't come back so late, I'm very worried..." She came to Feng Shiyan's side, and just as she was about to help him, she was subtly dodged.

"Today I will rest in the study, you should go to bed early." After Feng Shiyan finished speaking, he was supported by Zhong Mingyang and went upstairs.

She just stared blankly at Feng Shiyan's back.

Until Feng Shiyan entered the study, closed the door, and Zhong Mingyang walked down.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Zhong Mingyang said and was about to leave.

"Where have you been today?" Feng Zhe stopped him.

"Isn't it clearer to ask Mr. Feng?" He didn't tell him the answer.

Until the door of the Feng family closed.

"Zhe, he doesn't smell of alcohol." The stepmother said suddenly.

And the marks on the neck that couldn't be covered.

Feng Zhe didn't know how to answer her.

"I'm going to bed, you should go to bed earlier." But the stepmother put on a smiling face as if nothing happened, and went upstairs after speaking.

Ever since Feng Shiyan and his stepmother got married, Feng Zhe had never heard of Feng Shiyan having an affair with anyone or acting on occasion, but this time why...

Feng Zhe turned to look at the closed door.

Moreover, did Zhong Mingyang lie just to help his father cover up?

As an outsider, since when did Zhong Mingyang get used to coming to this house?