Never leave the city that never sleeps

Xu Yijing calmly looked at the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Representative Jiang's way of welcoming guests is really special."

There was not the slightest fluctuation in Xu Yijing's voice. At the same time, she walked gracefully in front of the sofa and sat down, looking at Jiang Zaixian quietly.

Jiang Zaixian raised his eyebrows, as if he was not surprised by her reaction, and at the same time put away the gun in his hand with a smile.

"As expected of Chairman Xu, he is still as aggressive as before..."

"Don't go around the bush, just speak straight."

Xu Yijing said coldly, showing displeasure.

Jiang Zaixian was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes and smiled, he picked up the remote control beside him, and then the scene of Wen Zhenxi and Han Xiuna being tied together appeared on the TV screen.

"President Xu, do you think I will give you time to save them?" Jiang Zaixian took a sip of tea proudly, and looked at the expression on Xu Yijing's face.

He desperately hoped to see even the slightest bit of fear and anger on Xu Yijing's face.

However, Xu Yijing's unwavering indifference made Jiang Zaixian feel frustrated and angry again.

In the silence, Han Yaomin's trembling voice came.

"Representative Jiang, didn't you say that only gold writers are arrested?"

"Writer Jin is still in a coma. What's more, in order to protect Writer Jin, the secretary offered to be a hostage. It's so touching. How could I have the nerve to refuse? As for her niece, she was just caught by chance."

Jiang Zaixian's gaze was focused on Xu Yijing's face, so he didn't notice the change in Han Yaomin's expression.

But Xu Yijing's still indifference completely angered him.

"Xu Yijing, don't you care about them? Don't you fear that I'll kill you here?!"

"Representative Jiang, what exactly do you want?" Xu Yijing asked back with a calm face.

Looking at the face without any panic at all, Jiang Zaixian was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a ferocious smile.

"Don't you care about all of this for Chairman Xu? Don't you care about Wen Zhenxi's life?"

"I hate your appearance that everything has nothing to do with me! Do you know that you have ruined everything I have for more than 20 years! The company I founded, my family, and my honor are all because of you!"

Looking at Jiang Zaixian, who had a stern voice in front of him, Xu Yijing's eyes moved slightly.

If a person has no ability, he should not touch things that do not belong to him, be it rights or status.

It is not shameful to fail, but it is really pitiful to push all the faults on others.

Xu Yijing narrowed his eyes and lost interest in continuing to chat with Jiang Zaixian.

And Jiang Zaixian was still immersed in his emotions, he had waited too long for this moment, he wanted Xu Yijing to feel his pain, he wanted to find everything back on Xu Yijing.

"Xu Yijing, you must think that I want to attack S Gallery, right? Let me tell you, this is not a business war."

"What I want is your life!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zaixian raised the gun in his hand again, looking at Xu Yijing provocatively.

There was a dead silence...

Han Yaomin stood aside expressionlessly, he was waiting for Jiang Zaixian to make a move, as long as he pulled the trigger, it would be over.

He can finally get everything Jiang Zaixian promised, get rid of his brother, and live the life he wants to live.

However, in the next second, Jiang Zaixian pointed his gun in Han Yaomin's direction.

"Jiang... Representative Jiang, what do you mean?" Han Yaomin's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help asking tremblingly.

"Han Yaomin, I want you to kill Xu Yijing now." Jiang Zaixian said every word.

"Jiang represents you..." Han Yaomin hesitated, and then quickly reacted: "Jiang Zaixian, have you always regarded me as a scapegoat?!"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Zaixian smiled, handed Han Yaomin a fruit knife, and then quietly waited for the good show to start.

Either Han Yaomin killed Xu Yijing, or Xu Yijing injured Han Yaomin.

No matter what the result is, it is quite ornamental.

Holding the knife, Han Yaomin took a deep look at Jiang Jae-hyun, who had gone mad, and began to walk towards Xu Yijing step by step...

Xu Yijing quietly looked at Han Yaomin in front of him, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot, mixed with a scream——

Han Yaomin subconsciously squatted down with his head in his arms, and then took a tentative look ahead, only to realize that it was Jiang Zaixian's arm that was shot, and Xu Yijing moved when the gunshot sounded.

The gun in Jiang Zaixian's hand fell to the ground, and was kicked away by Xu Yijing, and a figure walked out from the dark, pointing the gun at Jiang Zaixian.

The situation reversed instantly.Han Yaomin immediately dropped the knife in his hand, staring fixedly at Xu Yijing.

How did this woman do it?

"President Xu, Chief Wen and Han Xiuna are locked in the basement of the villa." Mi Er said in a low voice, while holding the gun tightly in his hand, carefully staring at Jiang Zaixian.

The expression on Jiang Zaixian's face changed, and he quickly regained his composure, with a sly look in his eyes.

"President Xu is really powerful. He has already placed chess pieces in my house without any sound." Jiang Zaixian said, clapping his palms vigorously, looking at Xu Yijing with admiration.

"Let them go and open the door." Xu Yijing said coldly, still without any expression on his face.

The unusually calm Jiang Zaixian in front of him made Xu Yijing feel a bad feeling in his heart.

"The game is not over yet, President Xu, don't be in a hurry..." Jiang Zaixian suddenly laughed at this moment, and the strange laughter echoed in the huge villa, making it particularly penetrating.

Han Yaomin was startled, and suddenly remembered that not long ago, Jiang Zaixian had placed a batch of gunpowder in the basement.

"Jiang Zaixian, you can't be... are you crazy?!"

While shouting, Han Yaomin ran to the door, twisted the handle vigorously, trying to open the door from the inside.

"Don't waste your efforts anymore. The detonator of the bomb is in my hands. All the doors and windows of this villa have been specially modified. No one can leave here today!"

Jiang Zaixian snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

Xu Yijing frowned slightly, staring at the frenzied Jiang Zaixian in front of him, lost in thought.

"Xu Yijing, I know you have never taken me seriously, but now you want to be buried with me, do you feel very unwilling? Are you very angry?"

Seeing the expression on Xu Yijing's face, Jiang Zaixian became excited.

"Representative Jiang, you have always been a life-saving person, haven't you?"

Xu Yijing spoke slowly, her gaze was firmly fixed on Jiang Zaixian's eyes, she was betting, betting on Jiang Zaixian's determination and courage.

"President Xu is really joking, it seems..."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door, mixed with the sound of chainsaws and impacts, interrupting the conversation in the house.

Xu Yijing turned his head, only to see that the originally solid gate of the villa suddenly fell down.

Li Shizhen's thin figure appeared outside the door.

Xu Yijing lost his mind for a moment, and at this moment, Jiang Zaixian who was opposite suddenly rushed over, and at some point picked up a shining knife in his hand——

Close at hand, vowing to die endlessly.

Mi Er hastily fired two shots in Jiang Zaixian's direction, but failed to stop his movement.

The white knife goes in, the red knife goes out.

The blade pierced Xu Yijing's shoulder, and Mi Er, who reacted, rushed over and hugged Jiang Zaixian, and the two rolled aside instantly.

The defeated Jiang Zaixian was like a mad dog, stabbing randomly in the chaos, one stab, one stab, and another stab...

Mi Er tightly hugged Jiang Zaixian's waist, took out the detonator from his pocket, and threw it aside.

Everything happened too fast, when the police outside rushed in to restrain Jiang Zaixian, Mi Er had been stabbed dozens of times...

"Mi Er, hold on, the ambulance will come soon!"

Xu Yijing was the first to rush over, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, and embraced Mi Er who had fallen on the floor.

Li Shizhen also rushed up, trying to cover the wound on her body, but blood continued to spurt out from Mi Er's body, unknowingly staining the clothes of the three of them red.

After a long time, Mi Er in Xu Yijing's arms opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the peaceful Xu Yijing and Li Shizhen in front of him, a thin smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

All the emotions and missions in the past were frozen at the corners of her lips.

Those thin as onion wings, all go with the wind.

……

After being rescued, Wen Zhenxi arrived at the hospital first, while Writer Kim on the hospital bed was still in a deep sleep.

"Writer Jin, are you still awake?"

"Jiang Zaixian died on the way to escort, everything is over, but Mi Er is gone, you haven't had time to see her for the last time..."

Wen Zhenxi spoke softly, and suddenly, a letter in front of the hospital bed caught her attention——

Familiar envelope, familiar handwriting, no signature.

At that moment, Wen Zhenxi's suppressed emotions due to shock and sadness were instantly replaced by infinite surprises. She was almost trembling, holding Writer Jin's hand, and could no longer control the love in the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Jin Jiajia, it's you, it's really you!"

"My God, Writer Jin really isn't your real name..."

A knock on the door interrupted Wen Zhenxi's words.After she saw who was coming, her mood, which had brightened just now, fell to the bottom again.

"Zhenxi, are you okay? My aunt must come to see you after she heard that you were kidnapped."

Han Yaomin walked in as if nothing had happened, and said affectionately, a couple followed behind him, they were Wen Zhenxi's aunt and uncle.

"Are you injured? Do you need hospital treatment? Who is this?" My aunt asked with concern, and then her voice turned cold after noticing Writer Jin on the hospital bed.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Wen Zhenxi subconsciously let go of Writer Jin's hand, avoiding her aunt's complicated gaze.

"Then go home with Yaomin early, and don't forget about the family reunion on Saturday."

"Um……"

After asking a few words, my aunt and uncle left with Han Yaomin, leaving Wen Zhenxi with a blank expression on the side of the hospital bed, silent for a long time, as if she had lost her soul.

Writer Kim, I'm sorry I almost forgot...

There is still an unattainable distance between you and me, isn't it?

Going round and round, everything comes too late.I can't go with you regardless of everything in the family, and I can't ask you to leave the Japanese and Korean finance and stay without a name.

Writer Jin, it turns out that it really only takes a moment to fall from heaven to hell...

Wen Zhenxi sat there powerlessly, but didn't notice that the corners of Writer Jin's eyes had already become moist on the hospital bed.

"Director, is Writer Kim awake?"

When Li Shizhen's voice came, Wen Zhenxi was startled, and hurriedly lowered her head, but met Shangjin writer's tender eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Zhenxi immediately realized that she might have woken up as early as when her aunt arrived.

Kim Writer Ah... Between Us...

"Shizhen, since Writer Jin has woken up, I'll go back first." Wen Zhenxi stood up hesitantly, with a pale face.

"Ah?" Li Shizhen couldn't help being puzzled, but he was stopped by Writer Jin's eyes, so he asked politely: "We plan to go back to Japan together on Saturday, I don't know the secretary..."

"I'm sorry, we have a family reunion on Saturday." Wen Zhenxi said, and every word she uttered was like a deep thorn, piercing her heart fiercely.

"Okay, then I'll see you off."

Li Shizhen sent Wen Zhenxi away in confusion, and then looked at Writer Kim on the hospital bed silently through the window of the ward.

At this moment, Writer Jin is biting his lower lip desperately, trying to suppress the pain in his heart, but the tears are still falling down in big drops, like broken beads, like bright scars, like unreal and broken dreams... …

And Writer Jin was holding a letter tightly in his hand.

It was an unsigned letter from the past.

On the pure white letter paper, there seemed to be the fragrance of Wen Zhenxi's fingertips.

All can't be told.

【Extra: The Story of Orange Juice】

The May sun had become a bit scorching, and Writer Jin squinted his eyes, looking at the street scene that kept going back and forth outside the car window, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhuo drove the car quietly, and in the rearview mirror, the scene of Li Shizhen holding Xu Yijing's arm was reflected.

Suddenly, Writer Kim coughed a few times, breaking the silence in the car.

"Shizhen, after you go to Japan with us this time, will you come back again?" Writer Jin turned slightly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Of course, I will often come back to see my aunt." Li Shizhen smiled, but there was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

In the past few days, Li Shizhen has been busy with the handover work of S Gallery. Although there is still infinite reluctance in his heart, but in comparison, there is nothing more important than being by the representative's side.

If Jiang Zaixian had stabbed more accurately, if Mi Er hadn't appeared in time, if he had arrived later...

Li Shizhen didn't even dare to think about these consequences.

"Writer Jin, how is your recovery?" Zhuo asked with concern, with a look of guilt on his face.

When Zhuo rushed to the hospital that day, Wen Zhenxi had already been kidnapped by Jiang Zaixian's people. When he hurriedly turned back to look for Xu Yijing, he learned that Xu Yijing was injured and Mi Er passed away...

"The blood clots have been taken out, basically there is no need to worry anymore." Writer Jin understood Zhuo's mood at the moment, so he patted Zhuo's shoulder lightly and comforted him in a low voice.

"Zhuo, don't worry about this matter all the time."

"But it's because I didn't protect everyone well. In this matter, I really..." Zhuo frowned and said in a low voice.

"It has nothing to do with you." Xu Yijing said coldly, interrupting Zhuo's apology.

Li Shizhen beside him was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously took Xu Yijing's hand, and held it tightly in his palm.

She knew that Xu Yijing was feeling very uncomfortable these days, but she just used silence to pretend to be calm, which made Li Shizhen feel distressed.

"I instructed Mi Er to hide in the dark and investigate Jiang Zaixian, because he is already familiar with you, so he needs a new face. Mi Er is very good at information retrieval and collection, but at the beginning, we all mistakenly thought that Jiang Zaixian's goal was Japan and South Korea finance."

Xu Yijing said, she never liked to explain too much, her voice was terrifyingly calm at this moment.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy during this time... I didn't really care about the situation. I thought it was just a common struggle in the mall, but I didn't expect..."

Writer Jin's voice was very low, and the images of Mi Er kept flashing back in his mind. Those frolicking scenes seemed to be yesterday.

"Writer Jin, don't say that." Li Shizhen hastily comforted her. She naturally knew what Writer Jin omitted, and those words were too worrying.

Parting from life, parting from death.

Until now, thinking of the scene in the hospital that day, Li Shizhen knew that Writer Jin would never love someone like this again in his entire life.

Of course, at this moment Li Shizhen didn't know that after Wen Zhenxi left that day, he went to visit Xu Yijing who was also bandaged in the hospital.

"But President Xu, why did Mi Er show up at Jiang Zaixian's house? I really don't understand why things started to get out of control?"

After several hesitations, Zhuo chose to ask out the confusion in his heart.

Writer Jin also looked at Xu Yijing in puzzlement, and when he mentioned Mi Er, there was a gleam in his eyes.

"From the day Prosecutor Choi came to the gallery, I asked Mi Er to find out the whereabouts of Jiang Jae-hyun. He hid himself on purpose before, but now there is Han Yaomin..."

"Mi Er began to monitor Jiang Zaixian secretly, and found that he would never leave the villa during the day, and only went out to the nearby convenience store to buy things in the early hours of the morning, so Mi Er took advantage of Jiang Zaixian to go out that night, Infiltrated his home."

Xu Yijing explained softly, without too much expression on his face, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Li Shizhen only felt that the representative's hand was getting colder and colder, and with a pain in his heart, he clenched it subconsciously.

"On the day that Writer Kim had a car accident, I suspected that Jiang Jae-hyun had done something wrong, but later I found out that it was just an accident, so I was negligent. I didn't expect him to send someone to the hospital."

"As for the early morning of that day, after Mi Er sneaked into the villa, Jiang Zaixian came back before she had time to leave, so she hid, thinking that she would come out secretly in the early morning of the next day... and what happened later, everyone We all know."

Zhuo carefully observed Xu Yijing's expression through the rearview mirror, feeling an indescribable depression in his heart.

"But President Xu, why didn't you tell me this earlier? I should do everything possible to protect your safety, but now..."

"Everyone has their own division of labor." Xu Yijing's voice became a little cold, as if he had lost the patience to explain.

The car fell into a dead silence, Zhuo tried hard to bite his lower lip, but the arm holding the steering wheel couldn't help shaking.He can understand the cause and process of things, but he still can't forgive himself.

At the most dangerous time, everyone is charging forward, only you...

Xu Yijing naturally noticed Zhuo's abnormality, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long silence, he still gave the explanation from the bottom of his heart.

"If Jiang Zaixian didn't threaten Wen Zhenxi's life, I was planning to tell you the truth, but at that time I hoped that you could protect Shizhen and leave."

The other three people in the car were stunned at the same time, and then fell into deep thought.

Shizhen's nose was sore, and then he lowered his head to leave a delicate kiss on the back of Xu Yijing's fair hand.

Zhuo finally understood why Li Shizhen insisted on getting out of the car that day, and thanks to Shizhen's insistence, he was able to lead the police to find Jiang Zaixian's villa and break in.

Writer Jin still looked out of the window with a guilty expression on his face, and he couldn't help in the whole matter.And when Xu Yijing said the word Wen Zhenxi, he felt even more bewildered.

Senior sister, so you love me too...

Writer Kim began to miss Wen Zhenxi's voice, Wen Zhenxi's breath, and Wen Zhenxi's handwriting uncontrollably.

However, I have spent so long erasing the shadow of the past, why is it that the person you like is me in the past?

You know, I am no longer the old Jin Jiajia...

"Writer Jin, we're at the airport." Zhuo's voice came, interrupting Writer Jin's thoughts.

After getting off the car, the four of them dragged their suitcases and embarked on the journey back to Japan side by side.

From time to time, Writer Jin still thinks of the past, the Internet cafes we went to, the breakfast we had together, the hugs in the heavy rain, and only the plane tickets in our hands are constantly reminding her——

The person you love the most doesn't belong to you anymore.

……

Immediately after finding a seat, Writer Jin closed his eyes wearily.Zhuo Zheng was sitting in front of her right, Xu Yijing and Li Shizhen were sitting behind her.

In a trance, Writer Jin felt someone touch his shoulder.

Maybe it was a passenger who had just boarded the plane. Writer Jin didn't think too much about it, and closed his eyes to rest in a drowsy state.After the plane took off smoothly, the stewardess began to hand out drinks to everyone line by line.

"Coffee, Coke, or orange juice?" The flight attendant's voice came from far and near.

"Orange juice."

Immediately, an extremely familiar voice came, and Writer Jin was shocked, and hurriedly opened his eyes——

"Coffee, Coke, or orange juice?" The stewardess looked in the direction of Writer Jin and asked softly.

But at the moment, Writer Jin couldn't make a sound from his throat.

The person in front of him was smiling faintly at him, the familiar eyebrows and eyes were still so delicate and good-looking.

"Coffee, Coke, or orange juice?" the flight attendant repeated with a standard smile on her face.

The person in front of him raised his eyebrows at Writer Jin, motioning Writer Jin to answer the flight attendant's question first.

However, at this moment, Writer Jin couldn't take his eyes off at all.

She was afraid that this was just a dream, and once she looked away, she would wake up from the dream.

"Coffee, Coke, or orange juice?" The stewardess was a little puzzled, and her tone inevitably increased.

"Orange juice."

Wen Zhenxi had no choice but to answer the flight attendant's question again, then turned her head and stared at Writer Jin who was staring at her.

Silence spread between the two of them, until Writer Jin couldn't help it, and turned around to secretly wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

This is not a dream.

"Writer Jin..." Wen Zhenxi plucked up her courage and said softly, but she didn't expect her face to turn crimson just by saying these three words.

Seeing that Wen Zhenxi blushed unexpectedly, Writer Jin's mood brightened inexplicably.

She never thought that Wen Zhenxi would appear here, but she didn't dare to ask, so she could only look at Wen Zhenxi quietly, waiting for her explanation.

"Writer Jin, today is the Wen family's family gathering..."

"You know? I really want to say that just now I threw off the family restraint very handsomely, but in fact, my palms are still sweating. I divorced Han Yaomin and resigned from Wuzhen Group , I must admit that I am still apprehensive until now, but I am very happy that I finally did this.”

Wen Zhenxi said softly, looking at Writer Jin firmly.

"For so long, you have been approaching me, so this time, I...I..."

Writer Jin's gloomy eyes began to brighten, and Wen Zhenxi's sudden speechlessness and flushed face made Writer Jin smile.

"It's okay...the most important thing is that you are here, I understand...you don't have to really say it."

Writer Kim said softly, while holding Wen Zhenxi's hand, and began to gently wipe the sweat from her palm.

Wen Zhen stared into Writer Jin's eyes with joy, with a smile on her mouth, but she broke away from Writer Jin's hand, and seemed to question quite dissatisfied.

"I've been thinking about my lines all night, but you won't let me finish?"

"It's not my fault, it's not you who cowards yourself?"

Writer Jin quickly held Wen Zhenxi's hand again, and then turned back unceremoniously, but the joy in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"You can't speak without evidence." Wen Zhenxi was not convinced, but this time, she didn't let go of her hand.

Hearing this, a smug smile appeared on Writer Jin's face.

"That night when it rained, when someone secretly kissed me, I was sober..."

"On that day 17 years ago, when a school girl kissed me secretly, I was sober..."

"what?!"

Writer Jin was stunned for a moment, the temperature on his face soared rapidly, so he coughed a few times in a feigned reserve, and returned to the original topic.

"Then tell me, you've been thinking about it all night, what exactly do you want to say?"

Wen Zhenxi smiled slightly, and then looked straight into Writer Kim's gaze, making Writer Jin unavoidably expecting what kind of confession she would have. After a long time, Wen Zhenxi spoke solemnly.

"Writer Jin, I want to go to Japan with you."

Writer Kim froze for a moment, then looked at Moon Jung Hee who had stopped speaking, and asked in disbelief.

"This... is this gone?"

Wen Zhenxi nodded silently, leaving Writer Kim speechless for a while.

"You thought about it all night, and you just thought of this sentence? You are all here, of course I know..."

"No, at least I said it, it's different."

"OK then."

Seeing Wen Zhenxi's super serious appearance at this moment, Writer Jin nodded helplessly, then took a sip of the orange juice in front of him.