He walks the career path in Shurachang

The snowy lightning split the clouds, and the continuous rain line was like a silver thread connecting the sky and the earth, looming between the lightning and thunder.

A dull thunder came from the very distant sky, and it rang in Shang Heng's ear with a gloomy sound.

"Let's go." He walked beside Rong Zhi, the big raindrops dripped down along the edge of the umbrella like a curtain, blowing into his neck with the wind, it was bone-chillingly cold.

Until he sat in the passenger seat, Shang Heng remained silent all the way, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were still staring deeply into the dark depths of the night.

Rong Zhi leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and suddenly his wrist was grabbed by the other party.

He raised his head in surprise, Shang Heng's fingers were very hard, and his eyebrows frowned: "Fang Yang is at Wen's house, why should we go to report to the police? I don't think something is right about this."

Rong Zhi looked into his eyes: "Fang Yang is at Wen's house? Could it be that he is with Mr. Wen?"

Shang Heng's brows were knit together because of a certain word, and he reached out to unbuckle his seat belt: "I'm going to go back and ask for clarification."

"Shang Heng!" Rong Zhi took his hand and frowned, "Don't be impulsive, what if Mr. Wen and this matter are involved? Let's leave here first and go back to discuss the long term."

"Huh? Mr. Shang, are you leaving so soon?"

The two turned their heads together, and outside the car window stood the security guard at the gate of Wen's Manor. He shook the raindrops on the umbrella: "Didn't you just come here? You're leaving soon? There are still a lot of guests in this horrible weather today." .”

Shang Heng rolled down the car window and said calmly: "That young master of the Fang family is also your guest invited by Mr. Wen?"

The security guard nodded blankly: "It seems so."

Shang Heng clenched and loosened his hands on the seat belt, finally nodded and smiled: "I see."

The car window was closed again, Shang Heng took a deep breath, his eyes were heavy, and he looked at the rain on the windshield that was dimmed by the car lights: "Let's go back."

Naturally, Rong Zhi had no objection, the roar of the engine echoed the torrential rain, and the headlights opened up a blurred line of light in the night.

In the rearview mirror, the gate of Wen's Manor was getting farther and farther away, and finally it was completely swallowed by the night, and it could no longer be seen.

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Wen's Manor is located on the mountainside of Changyu Mountain. There is a fork in the road going down the mountain, leading to two directions, one leads to the suburbs, and the other enters the city center.

Rong Zhi's car drove up the main road to the city center. It was difficult to drive on a rainy night, and the speed was not fast. The street lights on both sides of the road stood under the heavy rain and thunder, like two rows of silent soldiers.

Shang Heng leaned back in his chair, silently staring out of the dark window, his eyelashes slightly drooping, wondering what he was thinking.

Rows of street lamps and shadows of trees flew by, and there were almost no other vehicles around, so quiet that only the dense raindrops and the rhythmic sound of wipers remained.

I don't know how long, or maybe not so long, the light and shadow of a car's headlights flashed in the rearview mirror.

The car was driving crookedly, and the owner seemed to have bad driving skills, or seemed to be driving drunk. The speed of the car reversed very fast, and it was unknown whether he had been stepping on the accelerator, speeding recklessly on the wide and empty road.

The mobile phone in Shang Heng's pocket vibrated suddenly, and when he took it out to check it, there was no movement again. Looking at the signal sign, it hovered between no service and weak.

He frowned, turned off the phone and restarted it, and the moment he reconnected to the new number, a large row of missed calls and messages frantically popped up on the screen, all from Wen Ruiyun.

Shang Heng held the phone, his eyes changed, his five fingers tightened slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another car approaching in the rearview mirror, and his brows jumped suddenly.

The pitch-black body of the Bentley almost merged with the dark night, and its trajectory twisted like a snake, but it persistently followed behind their car, like a ghostly shadow, persistently chasing him in the pouring rain.

Shang Heng stared at the rearview mirror for a while, then suddenly turned his head, his brows furrowed after his pupils trembled.

Wen Ruiyun? !Is he crazy?Chasing cars like this on a rainy night? !

The phone vibrated again, and he answered it quickly this time, and Wen Ruiyun's hoarse voice immediately sounded on the other end of the phone: "Get out of the car! Listen to my explanation!"

His tone was very deep, but Shang Heng keenly caught a trace of tremor at the end of the voice.

Shang Heng pressed the hot phone to his ear, remained silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Wen Ruiyun, you go back, I heard what you said to Fang Yang. I'm afraid I will disappoint you, I don't intend to return to Fang Yang Home."

Wen Ruiyun's breathing was short and heavy, and he just repeated over and over again: "Shang Heng, it's not what you think, get out of the car!"

Shang Heng's lips moved, and he frowned tightly: "Wen Ruiyun, stop chasing, you are too dangerous..."

Wen Ruiyun's throat seemed to have been scorched by fire, and he was hoarse and weak, but the words he spit out were determined after he was at the bottom of the boat:

"As far as you run, I will chase as far as you go. If you don't stop, I will never stop! Even if you run to the sky, don't try to get rid of me!"

Shang Heng's heart was shocked: "You..."

Wen Ruiyun took a hard breath, his vision was in chaos, and he only fixed his eyes on the rear of the car in front of him.

The long silence was suffocating and weighed heavily on one's chest. He looked at the car that had stopped without any sign, and softened his tone, with a nasal voice almost pleading:

"Shang Heng, I beg you, stop..."

Shang Heng froze. Before tonight, he never thought that he would hear such a tone from Wen Ruiyun's mouth.

Like a chapped exquisite porcelain, it can no longer be pretentious with elegance and luxury. With the fear and urgency that it is about to shatter, it tries its best to keep the last owner and don't abandon it.

Shang Heng had mixed feelings in his heart, he had nothing to do with him, so he turned his head to look at Rong Zhi: "Wen Ruiyun is behind, please pull over at the side of the road ahead."

Rong Zhi, who has always been considerate, seemed not to hear it this time. He kicked the accelerator, and the speed of the car increased instead of falling.

Shang Heng slammed into the back of the seat due to inertia, and looked at him with a frown: "Rong Zhi? What are you doing?"

Rong Zhi didn't look at him, the street lamps flew by on both sides of the road, the dim light and shadow flowed alternately on his side face.

Unconsciously, he stared straight at the dark front, his cheek muscles were tense, clearly carved out the shape of his cheekbones, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

"Rong Zhi?" Shang Heng's eyes sank, and he raised his voice slightly, "I'll let you stop."

"I can't stop the car." When Rong Zhi spoke, his voice was hoarse, and his throat was as hard as a fire, "I can't let you be abducted by Wen Ruiyun..."

"Rongzhi..." Shang Heng plowed his hair and persuaded patiently, "It's dangerous for you to chase the car like this in such a heavy rain, and accidents will happen! Listen to me and stop the car. Since Wen Ruiyun said he wanted to explain, I should always..."

"What's there to explain?" Rong Zhi interrupted him bluntly, his warm face was cut into corners by the night, and his tone raised sharply.

"You clearly saw him with Fang Yang? Who is Fang Yang? The person who murdered you, the person Wen Ruiyun tried to marry, why do you still believe him? Do you still want to be deceived by him?!"

It was the first time that Shang Heng saw his emotions so agitated and exposed. He frowned and said, "I have my own judgment. If he really got involved with Fang Yang, he wouldn't take the risk of chasing the car. What's the truth? Just ask."

Rong Zhi gripped the steering wheel tightly, protruding his finger bones vigorously, his eyes behind the lenses were as deep as the sea, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

Shang Heng squinted in disappointment, there was a light click, the seat belt was loosened, and a regular safety warning alarm sounded in the car.

He pressed the door switch with one hand, stared straight at him, and ordered: "Stop!"

Rong Zhi was caught off guard, his face changed greatly: "What are you doing?"

Just as he was forced to slow down, the crooked Bentley that was chasing after him finally caught up, turned a large arc on the side road, and stopped right in front of the BMW!

Rongzhi made an emergency brake, and the wheels slid for more than ten meters in the rain, barely stopping in front of Bentley.

The dim headlights of the car shone on the black body, the door opened, revealing a blurry silhouette, the squalling rain immediately poured into the car, the shadow swayed, and stepped a leg against the rainstorm.

Through the windshield, Shang Heng stared at the man opposite, the moment he opened the car door, Rong Zhi's left hand was suddenly tightly grasped by the wrist.

"Shang Heng!" Rong Zhi's eyes turned red, "Why do you always trust Wen Ruiyun and not me?"

"Do you understand that no one in this world loves you more than me! Neither can Wen Ruiyun! He is a businessman through and through, and he only has interests in his eyes. He will be with you because you can bring him benefits!"

"Only I love you, no matter what you look like, poor or rich, I don't care!"

He tightened his grip on Shang Heng's fingers little by little, like the last straw of a drowning man, his eyes trembled, and in Shang Heng's silence, the hopelessness after digging his heart gradually settled in his eyes.

"You don't care if you are poor or rich? Maybe you really don't."

Shang Heng closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, his pupils were as dark as a cold night, and his tone revealed a calm insight:

"You said he deceived me, so let me ask you, who leaked the news of "Spirit Mountain"? You would send people to monitor Fang Yang, and even photographed his life, but you missed it at this juncture?"

"Wen Ruiyun asked me to meet tonight, but by such a coincidence, Fang Yang also went to his place, and I happened to bump into him?"

"I was drunk at the celebration banquet that night. Sheng Qi said that he saw you helping me into the room when I was unconscious, but you said I was holding you and nothing happened between us, so why did I wake up full of tears? Messy land?"

"You asked me if I want to recognize Fang's family, but you know it in your heart, and I won't."

His gaze fell straight into Rong Zhi's eye sockets like an invisible sharp arrow, as sharp as if it wanted to pierce through his head.

"If Wen Ruiyun deceived me, what about you? Didn't you deceive me?"

"For you, it's better if I have nothing but you, right?"

Shang Heng looked at him with regretful eyes: "Rong Zhi, I regard you as a friend. When I was poor and in need, you were the first person to lend a helping hand to me. I didn't want to doubt you."

Pointing and pointing, he opened Rong Zhi's fingers, and his nails scratched a few light red marks on the skin in vain.

It was raining heavily outside the car, the sound of howling rain hit Rong Zhi's throat, he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, there was a cloud of sour hot air in his throat, almost gushing out from his eyes.

His vision was blurred by the rain, and he tried to reach out, but only touched a corner of the opponent: "Shang Heng! You promised me not to leave..."

Shang Heng paused, tried hard to remember but found nothing, he didn't look back, stepped on the splashing rain, and walked slowly towards Wen Ruiyun.

Rong Zhi watched his leaving back, the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit, and finally only the coldness after despair remained.

"You promised me..."

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In the dark rain, only the headlights barely illuminate an arc of light, and the light and shadow are clearly separated between the two cars.

Shang Heng clearly saw the Bentley's door open, but did not see Wen Ruiyun getting out of the car, only a leg was exposed under the half-closed door, and the bottom of the dark trousers was drenched by the rain.

"Wen Ruiyun?"

Shang Heng frowned and opened the car door, the figure leaning against the edge of the seat flickered, as if he had lost his support, fell down completely, caught off guard and fell into his arms, couldn't even hold the phone, and rolled helplessly onto the ground in the rain.

"Wen Ruiyun!" Shang Heng's heart tightened, and he quickly supported his arm, "Did you get hurt?"

It was only then that he realized that Wen Ruiyun was only wearing a thin suit, and he didn't have time to put on his jacket, and the collar was covered with hasty folds.

Wen Ruiyun's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but his face was as pale as paper. The whole figure seemed to be picked up from the water. The cold hair stuck to his cheeks, and his face was full of fatigue and emaciation.

Her usual nobility and elegance were gone, and her whole body was covered in embarrassment soaked in the cold rain.

Shang Heng frowned more and more, and lowered his eyes to meet him: "What's going on?"

Wen Ruiyun's skin was cold, but warm liquid dripped onto Shang Heng's hand. He opened the other's palm, and suddenly saw that there was a bloody mess, and the wound was embedded with broken glass like fine sand!

Shang Heng was shocked all over, he couldn't believe what kind of perseverance he used to hold the steering wheel with these hands, and drove all the way from the manor to chase him!

Wen Ruiyun's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, his eyes were slack, but he struggled to catch his shadow from the turbidity, exhausted his last strength to hug him, and gently pressed his forehead against the other's warm neck:

"Fortunately... I didn't lose you..."