drowning tide

"You mean... let's just leave it at that?"

Wen Zhicheng chewed this sentence over and over again, "You want me to leave the quinoa alone?"

Because of the year-round sensuality and indulgence in wine and sex, the wrinkled skin on Wen Zhicheng's face hangs down loosely, and his expression is always tired.However, at the moment when he was furious, his expression no longer flinched like before, and his loose outline suddenly appeared a little cold, reminiscent of the real ruler of the Wen family today.

This proves that he is indeed Wen Zhengting's own son, not a bastard picked up by the side of the road.

Nie Xicheng tilted his head, avoiding his cold gaze, and said softly, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Wen Zhicheng knocked on the table and said in a deep voice, "tell me clearly."

"What I mean is, you can't make public about Miss's disappearance for the time being. Even if you want to investigate, you have to ask someone you absolutely trust. One is that we have no evidence, and the other side will get out of control if we have no evidence, and the other is..." Nie Xi Cheng paused, without much expression on his handsome face, "It's true that Mr. Wen loves Missy very much, but you also said that Missy is just his granddaughter. Sorry, I didn't mean to say this. "

Wen Zhicheng, who originally had many objections, suddenly lost his voice, his chest rose and fell violently, and a bellows-like whimper sounded from his throat.

"Go on," he said through his teeth, "I'm listening."

Being in such a difficult situation is of course related to his inability to give birth to a son - if he could have given birth to a son earlier and handed it over to Wen Zhengting to train, he wouldn't be in his thirties when suddenly many illegitimate younger brothers came to seize power with him.

Resourcefulness, ambition, and ruthlessness in his bones, none of these qualities that helped Wen Zhengting rise to the top, he has not inherited, but the terrible nightmare of low sperm motility and difficulty in conceiving women has been continued.

In order to have a son who can inherit the family business, the couple failed countless times of IVF. In the end, it was his wife who collapsed first, and from now on he was determined not to step into the hospital again.

As for the mistresses outside, there were a lot of women who came to him with their bellies outstretched, but none of them were pregnant with his seed... Seeing the age of knowing the destiny, he gave up his heart.

"Even if the Second Young Master did something to Miss, how do you think Wen will deal with it?"

Listening to the assistant's unhurried narration, Wen Zhengting closed his eyes, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Even if he is as stupid as he is, he can roughly guess how his father will deal with it: every time Wen Fan trips him up, or strikes at something he likes, his father will reprimand Wen Fan gently, and then give him something irrelevant. The compensation is over.

The importance of his father, the status in the family, the connections with his uncles...Wen Fan stole too many things from him, and every time he chose to swallow his anger, this made Wen Fan go further and attack his only flesh and blood .

"Too much to deceive people." His eyes were red with anger, and his lips were trembling, "Too much to deceive others, why should he ride on my head like a bastard!"

And the root of all this is none other than their father's injustice—between that bastard and him, his father chose that bastard as his intended heir.

"So you must be cautious." Nie Xicheng's eyes showed a hint of pity hidden behind the sarcasm, but it was a pity that Wen Zhicheng didn't see it, "Miss' safety is the most important thing."

The entire Wen family could count on one hand the people who cared about Wen Li's life and death. After realizing this, Wen Zhicheng buried his face in his palms dejectedly.

"Yin Yuan, you must not betray me, what will happen if I lose you."

Because of the episode at the birthday banquet, a thorn was pierced in his heart. Even though he didn't usually show it, he still felt the pain every now and then, making him afraid to reuse this person like in the past.

It wasn't until this critical moment of life and death that he suddenly realized that none of the scumbags around him could match him—whether he wanted to admit it or not, he couldn't live without this person.

Regarding Wen Zhicheng's confession, Nie Xicheng remained silent like a stone statue, and did not answer for a long while.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement beside him.It was Wu Xin. He thought no one noticed him, and quietly left the living room.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wen, I'll go out for a while."

"What are you doing?" Sensing him standing up, Wen Zhicheng looked up at him in panic.

Nie Xicheng raised his bandaged arm and said gently, "I'll go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy something."

If these red marks are left alone, they will turn into large bruises in a few hours, which looks very miserable.

Thinking of who caused these things, Wen Zhicheng was a little restless, "Hurry up, do you have enough money? Not enough to swipe my card..." Halfway through the speech, he belatedly thought that swiping a card in a pharmacy would be too exciting, " come back earlier."

"It's okay, you're safe for now."

Before Wen Zhicheng figured out what he was referring to, he followed Wu Xin's footsteps and went out.

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In the safe passage, Wu Xin looked left and right to make sure that no one else was following, then took out his mobile phone and started dialing.

After waiting for more than ten seconds to connect, his nerves were stretched to the limit, and he waited for the familiar voice to appear... The familiar voice did appear, but it was not in the receiver, but behind him.

"Mr. Wu, are you here?"

The footsteps gradually approached, and Wu Xin, who hung up the phone in a hurry, turned around stiffly, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Nie Xicheng pushed open the half-covered passage door, "President Wen and I are almost dying of worries, why does Mr. Wu have the time to come out and make a phone call?"

He is more than 1.8 meters tall and has a physique like a nimble cheetah. Standing at the entrance of the corridor against the light at this moment, he looks particularly oppressive.

"Don't come here!" Wu Xin subconsciously shouted, "Don't come here!"

Nie Xicheng stopped where he was, with his brows furrowed tightly, showing a bit of confusion, "What's wrong with me? Oh, did I scare you just now?"

"Ah? Just... a little bit." Wu Xin laughed unnaturally, patted his chest repeatedly to comfort himself, "Assistant Yin, don't do this, I'm not as healthy as you young people."

"I'm really sorry. Mr. Wen saw you go out, and told me to follow you for fear that you would be unsafe alone."

"I just came out to make a phone call."

Wu Xin, who had silently recited "he didn't hear anything" countless times in his heart, became a little more stable, "I'll go back right away."

Nie Xicheng nodded, as if he believed his rhetoric, "So, Mr. Wu, who do you want to call? What is more important than the safety of the young lady?"

"I..." Wu Xin, who was always eloquent, was caught off guard, very much like the previous Wen Zhicheng, who couldn't make a fart with three sticks.

"Huh? Is it so difficult to answer?" Nie Xicheng pressed on every step of the way, almost making Wu Xin breathless, "Could it be that Mr. Wu was pretending to care about Miss Miss so much before?"

The questions became sharper and sharper, and if the wrong answer was a bottomless abyss, Wu Xin faltered for a long time and couldn't give a decent answer, and beads of sweat slid down the corner of his forehead.

"Mr. Wu, I didn't hear what you said clearly."

"I suddenly remembered that I made an appointment for natural gas pipeline maintenance today." Finally finding a suitable reason, Wu Xin let out a sigh of relief, "My water heater has not been working well these days, and I can smell gas in the bathroom. "

"That's it, it's really dangerous. It needs to be fixed quickly, otherwise it will be inconvenient for daily life."

That being said, Nie Xicheng had no intention of leaving.

Wu Xin couldn't make a call, and stared blankly at the spot.What went wrong?This young assistant, who usually followed Wen Zhicheng and never fought back, frightened him for no reason at this time.

He thought that the past few years in the office had smoothed out the blood in this man's bones, but no, he was still the one who made the San Francisco gangsters fearful - sharp and vigilant, and nothing could hide from his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Knowing that he must not show weakness at such a time, he hesitated and stared back, saying that it is possible that you have a bad habit of eavesdropping on other people's phone calls.

However, Nie Xicheng raised his eyebrows, without guilt on his face, and even urged, "Isn't it a very important thing? Mr. Wu, your safety is more important, don't worry about me, I'll come out to breathe."

"I..." Wu Xin knew that unless he finished the phone call in front of him, he would not be able to pass this hurdle.

You have to be calm and not arouse suspicion at this time.With a heartbroken, he picked a number from the address book and called it. As soon as he got connected, he opened his mouth like a cannonball, "I am Wu Xin who made an appointment with you before. I have something very important today. I will have it later." I'll contact you when it's time... Well, that's it, I'll hang up first."

After making the phone call, he gained a little bit of confidence, and sarcastically said, "Assistant Yin, are you satisfied with this?"

Nie Xicheng didn't seem to understand the meaning of what he said, so he asked someone, Mr. Wen is still waiting for us. "

Wu Xin put away the phone, walked past him with a cold snort, without waiting for him at all, Nie Xicheng suppressed his smile, watched his back for a few seconds and followed.

The two walked one after the other. Before entering the door, Nie Xicheng called Wu Xin abruptly, "Mr. Wu, I almost died yesterday, and I was so exhausted that Manager Yi, who was traveling with me, went to the hospital."

"Ah...?" Wu Xin was stunned, not knowing why he wanted to say something to himself, "Assistant Yin, you...you will have a good fortune if you survive a catastrophe." He tentatively said a word of blessing, "Manager Yi is sure not to die. Something will happen."

Nie Xicheng ignored him, and continued on his own, "Mr. Wen has an insider by his side, and it was this insider who leaked my whereabouts to Wen Fan yesterday."

Wu Xin, who understood what he meant, his eyes were about to burst, and he didn't care whether his reaction seemed guilty, "You suspect that I leaked it?!"

"How is it possible, Mr. Wu, how could you have betrayed Mr. Wen after all these years? I suspect that no one will doubt you." Taking Wu Xin's reaction into his eyes, Nie Xicheng pushed open the door, not very sincerely Say, "Sorry, maybe too much has happened lately, I'm a little nervous, and you've misunderstood."