fair retaliation

Sure enough, Xu Qing called the lawyer Si Ming had appointed before his departure.

The young lawyer read out the so-called "will" expressionlessly. It was nothing more than that Siming transferred all his property to Ye Jinghui's name, including the large sum of money he got from selling Tianyu stock, and all the shares of Minghui Group. .

Listening to the lawyer's indifferent voice, Ye Jinghui kept smiling.

Because he thought Siming was really funny.Even if he can't protect himself, he still has to think about the future. Should he say that he is too scheming, or that he cares too much about that person named Ye Jinghui?

——If you really die, do you think I should cry or laugh when I hear your will?

——If you are really dead, should I stand in front of your grave and celebrate the victory of that stupid competition, or should I silently offer a handful of white chrysanthemums like you once did?

——If you really died, have you thought about how the person who loved you deeply would feel when he learned all the truth?

Siming's method of sacrificing himself to death is undoubtedly aimed at Ye Jinghui, who has always turned a blind eye to his tenderness and has never been able to sort out his feelings.Because he knew Ye Jinghui too well, he knew that if he really died, then Ye Jinghui would remember him forever.If he hadn't died, then after this dispute was resolved, Ye Jinghui would have learned his lesson and learned to cherish him, and still love him forever.

Either way, he's a win-win.

He was so bold that he even bet on himself, this bet was destined to be won by him, because the bet he bet was too big, Ye Jinghui couldn't afford to lose.

After coming out from Xu Qing's place, looking at the gray sky, Ye Jinghui finally exhaled lightly, and felt that his breathing became easier.

He knew that Siming was still alive.

However, he was not sure of rescuing Siming, not at all.

Fear and worry slowly wrapped around the heart like vines, and then slowly tightened.He could even feel a sharp pain in his heart. It was not the mental heartache described in the description, but a kind of sudden spasm-like, real pain.

Ye Jinghui gently pressed his chest to relieve the pain, but the pain still gradually deepened with the rhythm of breathing.

He knows he cannot fall.The elder brother's company had a problem, and the younger brother had an emergency. After his father passed away, his mother seemed to be ten years old in an instant. In this family, only himself, who has the ability and must, stand up and bear all this again.

Father, look, the most unworthy son in your mouth is now finally going to be alone to repay the blood debt you left behind.

……

Ye Jinghui returned to his villa in the suburbs.

Back then, the house was mortgaged in order to buy stocks from Siming. Since Siming sold the stocks to someone else carefully, the house was naturally redeemed.

He was lying on the bed in the bedroom watching TV alone. The report on the case of Siming’s disappearance was still being broadcast on the news of the Economic Life Channel. Ye Jinghui looked at the TV and felt that the picture on the screen was blurred. Together, but can't hear anything clearly, like a funny silent movie.

He was so tired that he didn't close his eyes for several days, and fell asleep while watching the news.

Later, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone. Ye Jinghui picked up the receiver, and a man's obscene laughter came from over there: "Mr. Ye, I have information about Mr. Si in my hand, do you want to listen to it?"

Ye Jinghui was a little surprised, but he suddenly realized after a while, and said calmly: "Let's talk."

"Hey, I only want 50."

The smile on the corner of Ye Jinghui's mouth cooled down, but his voice was so gentle and charming: "50 is too little, and it's not enough to buy yourself a better tomb and urn. Would you like to consider increasing it tenfold?"

The man didn't seem to understand, and he still said with a sly smile: "Okay, since Mr. Ye is so straightforward, let's let it be 500 million!"

"Well, you wait for a washbasin to catch it when you are dreaming."

Ye Jinghui hung up the phone calmly.

In fact, when the hidden flower was released, it was expected that someone would definitely make such strange harassing calls to make money by taking advantage of his worry about Siming.

But every time he heard the name Siming from those people, Ye Jinghui still felt chills in his heart.

There is still no definite information on where Siming is, whether he is alive or dead.

He was like a person trying to survive in the sea. Every time the phone rang, he thought he had hope, but every time he got up in the middle of the night to answer the phone with anticipation, he was still disappointed.

He suffered from insomnia for several nights.

Thinking of the night when I was whipped by my father, the tenderness of that man when he took the medicine, and his sentence, I love you.

Siming doesn't bother to tell lies.

But why didn't you believe it?

That brother Cheng still didn't take the initiative to contact him.Si Jie also seems to have disappeared suddenly. According to the teacher at their school, someone has already completed the formalities for him to study abroad.

The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. All Ye Jinghui can do is wait.

With worry and concern for that person, I waited endlessly.

He still goes to and from get off work on time every day, he can't lose, and Tianyu Group depends on him.He couldn't be discouraged, because he was sure that Siming would hold on.

Every day when he came back from get off work, he would wait for news from Siming in that cozy but empty room.

From the beginning when I heard the phone ringing, my heart beat faster to answer it, then I lazily picked up the receiver, and now I even look at the phone in silence for a long time, hesitating whether to answer it.

Wait until later, finally despair.

That was already a month later.

The Longhua Group has a big brother and a group of his elite subordinates. Although there are many twists and turns, they finally overcome the difficulties.With the help of Lin Wei and Xiao Fan, Ye Jingwen was naturally safe and sound.

It's just that Ye Jinghui is still waiting.

He knew very well that the best way for the Xie family brothers to get revenge on him was not to engage in the Kuatianyu Group, but to use Siming to torture him.

They really knew him very well.It also successfully tortured him for a month.

He was even sure that those inexplicable phone calls in the middle of the night were caused by people from the Xie family who deliberately called someone to provoke him. Those people even knew that he didn't dare to unplug the phone line, so they harassed him repeatedly in the middle of the night and didn't sleep for a month. After a good night's sleep, Ye Jinghui even felt that his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

But he still didn't want to give up, because this time he couldn't lose again.

He can't afford to lose.

After a long time, the festive atmosphere gradually filled the streets, people's faces were full of joy, and beautiful Christmas trees were placed in front of many shops, with dazzling lights hanging on them, and some delicate gifts.

Trust-Mart, Wangfujing, Wanjia Department Store, and various large supermarkets also put up huge signs with "Christmas discounts".

The rain kept falling and the weather became colder.

The winter rain in the south makes the ground gather thick moisture. The gloomy cold air seems to be able to spread throughout the body through the soles of the feet and blend into the blood vessels.

It's already the end of the year.

The turmoil in the Ye family has not passed yet, and naturally there is no Chinese New Year atmosphere, but the festival still requires a reunion dinner together.

Wen Xihui already had obvious wrinkles on her face, and there were silver strands in her hair.The eldest brother still had an expressionless face, Ye Jingwen frowned, Lin Wei occasionally said a few words, but remained silent most of the time.

I booked a restaurant directly for the Christmas dinner, and my mother was no longer in the mood to cook.

……

On the way back, Ye Jinghui asked the driver to drive around for a stroll.

Today is Christmas Eve, there is a fireworks show in Times Square, the crowd is crowded, everyone has a big smile on their faces, some couples are holding hands and eating kebabs, and some couples even kiss during the countdown.

Ye Jinghui suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Siming wanted to take him to see the fireworks show in Times Square.He was still helping Xiao Yi to make a plan to deal with Siming, so he made Siming wait in the square all night.

Was Siming at that time the same as he is now, standing alone in the bustling crowd, looking at the bright smiling faces of the people passing by.

Ye Jinghui smiled slightly, finally rolled down the car window, and said calmly: "Uncle Zhong, go back."

The driver turned around inexplicably, and Ye Jinghui changed his words: "Sorry, I'm used to being called Uncle Zhong."

The young man smiled and said: "It's okay, I can see that Director Ye is very nostalgic."

Ye Jinghui just raised the corners of his mouth and didn't answer.

I went around the square and drove to the suburbs, it was getting late.

The pattering raindrops blurred the car window, and Ye Jinghui watched the desolate winter scenery through the blurred window.

When the car passed an intersection, Ye Jinghui suddenly saw a thin figure in the corner under the overpass.

That person should be a beggar, he has no place to live, and when everyone is busy with the festival, he is still worrying about the next meal.

That thin figure suddenly brought back a very warm memory in Ye Jinghui.About six years ago, under such an overpass, when I came back from abroad, I was sitting in the car driven by Uncle Zhong. Through the window, I saw Aqi curled up in a ball.

It was also on that rainy night that he rescued the poor orphan who had no father or mother, put him by his side and raised him carefully, taking care of him like a younger brother.

I haven't heard from him for a long time. I don't know where Aqi went after he resigned, and how he is doing well.

Ye Jinghui glanced at the shadow under the overpass again, and suddenly said, "Stop."

The driver was used to the strange personality of the boss surnamed Ye, so he hurriedly stopped the car.Ye Jinghui got out of the car holding an umbrella, walked quickly behind the boy, took out a stack of RMB from his wallet, and patted the boy on the shoulder.

The young man turned his head slowly, and the smile on Ye Jinghui's face also froze slowly.

"Azzie."

It seemed that it was a long time before Ye Jinghui heard his own voice escape from his lips with difficulty.Aqi in front of him was still as desolate as before, with torn clothes, muddy face, and bruises from beatings on his body.

Aqi's whole body trembled even more after seeing him, and his lips turned pale instantly.Ye Jinghui stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, froze for a long time, and finally took it back calmly.

"Why are you here?" He deliberately kept a calm tone and asked.

Aqi bit his lip and spoke slowly: "The store manager...I escaped because I wanted...to tell you something..."

He spoke with difficulty, as if his throat was injured, every word was squeezed out between his teeth, his voice was as harsh as a rusty knife.

Ye Jinghui frowned, bent down and picked him up, and carried him into the car: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

After arriving home, like six years ago, Ye Jinghui asked Ah Qi to go to the bathroom to take a shower, then gave him a new set of pajamas, and stuffed a cup of hot coffee into his hand.

Aqi sat on the sofa, holding the cup of coffee in his hand. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the room, he was still shaking.

"The store manager... I'm sorry for you..." He said, a layer of water vapor filled his eyes, slowly condensed into tears, and slid down his scarred face, "When I was in Yantai, what I said What Mr. Si told me was... Guan Tianze coerced me to speak according to his wishes."

Ye Jinghui nodded silently. In fact, he had guessed it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that Ah Qi's abnormality at that time was due to the hypnosis imposed by Guan Tianze.

"Mr. Si actually left a recording on your phone..."

——Ye Jinghui, please take care of yourself and wait for me to come back.

The recording was deleted by Guan Tianze, and the original words left by Siming were also tampered with into "The game is over", "I won't show you any affection", "Does the heartache feel good", these words made Ye Jinghui hate to the bone , That's why Ye Jinghui logically misunderstood Si Ming's secret conspiracy to annex Tianyu, and even pushed all the faults on him. The self-righteous revenge and injury of course, step by step into their well-designed revenge net.

Aqi continued: "By the time I wanted to explain to you, I had already been locked up by them."

"So three months ago, you didn't resign voluntarily, but were placed under house arrest?" Ye Jinghui frowned.

Aqi lowered his head, "Well, yes... it was Chen Ran who put me under house arrest. Chen Ran is... Guan Tianze's cousin. He only approached me to... one day be able to use me again... like his brother Guan Tianze Ha ha." Aqi curled up his mouth and laughed, and then lightly placed his cold fingers on the back of Ye Jinghui's hand, "I should have known that you are the only store manager in this world who is sincerely good to me... But, I didn't even Betrayed you twice."

"Do you know? When you blessed me and Chen Ran, I thought... I thought I would really be happy. He was kidnapped by Guan Tianze, and I was very anxious. I even knelt down and begged Guan Tianze to let him go. Unexpectedly, at that time, Chen Ran was watching my jokes outside the glass window..."

"When I've been insulted enough by Guan Tianze...then..."

"Then he walked in with a smile on his face... He said to Guan Tianze, Cousin, this Ah Qi is really as easy to deceive as you said."

The corners of Aqi's mouth curved upward even more, but such a smile was ugly.

He has lost a lot of weight, and the bones on his cheeks are more obvious when he smiles, so he doesn't have the brilliance of the first red card in the Crazy nightclub.

His eyes, too, were gray and hollow, as if out of focus.

Ye Jinghui still remembers his awkward and shy appearance when it was revealed that there was a hickey on his neck in Qingdao, like a young boy in love.At that time, when he looked at Chen Ran, he always blushed and smiled with attachment in his eyes. At that time, his smile was pretty, his face was rosy, and his eyes were full of pure happiness.

Ye Jinghui still remembered what he said to Aqi, stay in Qingdao from now on, let's have a good time.

Aqi nodded obediently, his face was still a little red, but his eyes were firm. He seemed to believe that the person named Chen Ran would give him happiness.

But now, when he mentions the name Chen Ran, he can't help but tremble.

——Chen Ran, who is as bright as the sun, has such a dark mind.Archie was nothing more than a MB played by his brother, who took over and played it again.

Who told Aqi to be stupid?Who told him to be easy to cheat?Who told him to think that he could get happiness after being fooled once?

Ye Jinghui clenched his fists tightly, and finally stretched out his hand gently, hugging the trembling Aqi into his arms.

"It's okay, you continue to follow me in the future, just forget about the past." The voice was still the same as it was many years ago, with a bit of coaxing.

Aqi raised his head: "Shop Manager, I still have a lot to tell you." He paused and collected his thoughts, "When I was under house arrest, I heard Guan Tianze talking to Uncle Zhong on the phone... Something like a 'video'. Although I don't understand what they are talking about, I think that Uncle Zhong may be an insider..."

Ye Jinghui's eyes turned cold.

When he went back to the nightclub last time, he really suspected that Guan Tianze took the video of Xiao Yi because of a very close spy by his side.

It's really great, it's Uncle Zhong who has been with me for nearly ten years.He should be the "housekeeper" who disappeared with the Xie brothers 16 years ago.He was really loyal to his original master, and actually swallowed his anger and worked undercover beside his "enemy" for ten years.

Ye Jinghui increased the strength of his hand and patted his shoulder: "How did you hear this?"

"I kept pretending to be asleep, and they didn't take much precaution against me. Later, Guan Tianze and Chen Ran went to New York together, and I pretended to be crazy and fooled the servants to escape." Aqi seemed to recall those unpleasant memories, and gently pulled himself out of Ye Jinghui's arms. He came out, thought for a while, and then asked, "Did Chen Ran give you any presents?"

Ye Jinghui nodded: "A wind chime."

"There should be bugs in there, because when I was locked up by them, I heard your voice many times."

Ye Jinghui smiled and said, "Sure enough, the despicable methods are comparable to mine."

When I received that gift back then, I was very happy. Although it was an ordinary wind chime, Ye Jinghui also felt that the gift seemed to be more important when looking at Chen Ran's smiling face.Thinking about it now, when Siming received the necklace with the bug, he must have been in that happy mood.

Whether it's Ye Jinghui or Siming, they are all very lonely people in their bones, so when someone treats them well, even though they pretend not to care, they are still happy in their hearts.That's why the opponent caught the weakness, and every knife can pierce the softest heart.

Aqi said he was tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

This fierce battle finally had a new turning point because of the appearance of Aqi.

When he came out, he stole a few notebooks from Guan Tianze's study, most of which were written down on the phone, what time the meeting was held, what time the plane left, and so on.

But there are also some numbers, which are mobile phone numbers.

Ye Jinghui looked at the string of cell phone numbers, took a deep breath, and finally dialed them.

After two beeps, the phone was connected, and a man's indifferent voice came from over there.

"who are you?"

"Ye Jinghui."

There was a long silence over there, and then he smiled softly: "Oh, the voice is quite energetic, and I don't feel like I'm going to collapse at all. It seems that you haven't been stimulated enough." Then he took the receiver away from the After walking a certain distance, he seemed to say to the person next to him, "Mr. Si, don't you want to say a few words on the phone?"

After a long time, there was a sound in my ear, and the receiver seemed to be picked up by someone.

Ye Jinghui even heard the sound of iron chains dragging on the floor, sharp and piercing.

"Si Ming, talk and let me know you're alive." Ye Jinghui's voice seemed calm, but his fingers were already trembling with tension, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms and back.

The few seconds of waiting for the conversation over there seemed as long as a century, Ye Jinghui even held his breath, and could even hear his own heartbeat very clearly.

After a long time, a deliberately low voice finally came from my ear, slightly hoarse.

"Listen, don't come to New York, stay at home and wait for me to come back."

After a pause, the voice softened a bit, and said in a low voice: "Also, I love you."

Although his voice was hoarse, it seemed that he hadn't drank water for many days.But the tone was full of tenderness, without revealing the slightest bit of pain after being tortured.

Those three words are so heavy.

Like a boulder, it weighs heavily on people's hearts.

Ye Jinghui opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak at all. The receiver of the phone rang the person's breathing, and the frequency seemed to be a little messed up because of his desperate efforts to restrain the pain.

"I love you."

This sentence is repeated again.

The phone was hung up after that.

In an instant, there was a pang of sadness in my heart, and scorching water vapor rushed into my eyes, but Ye Jinghui controlled it very well.

He clutched the receiver tightly, and found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his fingertips were still trembling.

During the days when he left, he lived in endless waiting every day, and every moment he was looking forward to getting news from him as soon as possible.

The kind of longing, worry, despair, fear, and even regret merged into a complex net, tightly wrapped around the heart, and every time I woke up in the middle of the night, I even had the illusion that I was about to suffocate to death.

After waiting for so long, the moment I really heard his voice, I found that I couldn't say anything.

Even the simple response of a few words was stuck in his throat by the surging pain in his chest.