City of Streamer

Brother-in-law? "

Rong Jia frowned, "He is a good friend who is loyal, but I know that he has inherited his father's style when it comes to women. It's all romantic. Of course, he can't be nice to Fang Hua for me. But I don't know if his so-called goodness is what Fanghua wants."

Feng Shizhen understood Rong Jiashang's concerns, and said: "He treats Fanghua as his wife, respects and loves her, gives her dignity, and values ​​her children. But he may not have **** with her. But Fanghua likes him, Maybe it was a marriage proposal agreed with the dream of being a loving couple with him."

"Yeah." Rong Jiashang sighed in distress, "So I didn't actually agree with this marriage at the beginning. But since I promised to let Fanghua make the decision, I can't go back now. I know that after that incident, Fanghua Hua respects you very much, why don't you give her a call and talk to her?"

Feng Shizhen agreed immediately. Rong Jiashang dialed the phone for her, got up consciously, put on his coat and went to the balcony to smoke.

"Sir, thank you for calling." Rong Fanghua's voice on the phone was still weak, maybe she would never have the joyous and lively enthusiasm of the past.

"It should be." Feng Shizhen said, "I heard that you agreed to Wu Yunchi's proposal. I'm a little worried about you."

Rong Fanghua was silent for a moment and said, "I didn't make this decision impulsively. I thought about it for a long time. When he came to propose, I was very angry. I told him at the time that I was not the vase he rented. , I accidentally knocked it down, and I had to pay for it. I was unlucky myself, and there was nothing wrong with him. I was not miserable enough to need him to clean up the mess. "

"You're right." Feng Shizhen said softly, "It's good for you to realize this. As I said, you can still have a bright future."

Rong Fanghua snorted and said, "You are the first to say that, Mr. Feng. My aunt blamed me for being confused, and my wife mocked me for not knowing what to do. She thought it would be nice if a man wanted my shoes. Fang Lin She also thinks that I can marry the man I like, and there's nothing wrong with it. Some people outside said that Fang Lin killed Master Hashimoto forcibly, she was half-dead with anger, and it has been difficult recently. "

Feng Shizhen sighed, "I support you to get out of the shadows. But I really don't know if Wu Yunchi is right for you."

Rong Fanghua said: "I know that he proposed marriage because of guilt, not because he really likes me. I know that he has many confidantes outside, and he has also fostered a performer who sang Yue Opera. The girl who came out of the cabinet, I overheard him by accident when I saw him smoking and chatting with friends. Sir, I know what kind of man he is."

"Then you agreed to his proposal?" Feng Shizhen frowned deeply, "Listen to me, Fanghua. What a man is like before marriage is often the same after marriage, and even worse. Don't expect marriage to change a man. Good. Of course, in today's society, divorce is free. But I don't want you to go through that. I want your marriage to be happy."

"Thank you for your concern." Rong Fanghua said calmly, "but I don't expect too much. I want to get married and enter the next stage of my life. Yunchi feels guilty for me, and he will respect and love me all his life. The family of the Wu family is comparable to that of the Rong family, but the business is much cleaner and more stable than the Rong family. I was not his first choice for Wu Yunchi to choose a mate at the time, and it is estimated that he did not even enter the top ten. Sir, you don't know, my father has details about the marriage of his children. But with a shrewd plan, the man he picked for me is either rich or expensive, but in terms of character, even a finger of Yun Chi can't compare. Yun Chi is the best man I can catch. "

Feng Shizhen thought about it again and again, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Rong Fanghua added: "Sir, if you persuaded me to look ahead, I will look ahead. I can marry a man I like, be a grandma of a wealthy family, continue a life of fine clothes and food, and be with him. Going to the United States to study abroad, studying medicine that I like. We know each other well and respect each other. This is actually a very good ending."

"Fanghua," Feng Shizhen sighed, "you may not care now, but those days without love are like a dull knife, cutting you day by day. There will always be a day when you can't stand it."

Rong Fanghua said, "Love is a big gamble. Sir, you are with my eldest brother like this, aren't you also gambling?"

Feng Shizhen laughed, "No. My affairs with him are relatively simple. Neither of us thinks about the future. We are only drunk now if we have wine."

"Then do you love him?"

"Love." Feng Shizhen said, "He also loves me. So even if we only love each other for one day, I am very satisfied."

Rong Fanghua was silent for a moment, and said, "I envy you, sir. You are lucky. If I have to say something about this incident, it is that luck is not for everyone. I have to accept it. The fact that I am the unlucky group, and then choose the path that is in the best interests of reality."

Feng Shizhen had nothing to say, exchanged a few words with her, and hung up the phone. #####

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"What did she say?" Rong Jiashang came back from the balcony.

"She said a lot." Feng Shizhen rubbed his eyebrows, "but I always feel that she still likes Wu Yunchi very much in her heart, thinking about getting married and taking a gamble."

"It's too playful to gamble on a life-long event." Rong Jia sighed: "I know Yun Chi. He has always liked the kind of girls who are smart and free, playful and difficult to control, and likes to conquer them the most. This girl Fanghua is a little naive, solid-eyed, and runs after Yun Chi caringly, but he will not look back. After marriage in the future, no matter how much my brother-in-law manages, he will not be able to control the bedroom of the couple. go."

Feng Shizhen rubbed his shoulder, "Then are you going back to prepare for the marriage?"

Rong Jia shook his head, "The wife is the mistress, she can take care of this matter. I just had a phone call with Yun Chi. Considering my father's situation, I wanted to have the wedding earlier as a congratulations. To put it bluntly. , In case my father can't pass this test, Fanghua has to keep filial piety, and it will take a year. However, Yunchi and Fanghua said that they are not in a hurry. Wedding. Yun Chi also has a heart, for Fang Hua, he went to church to be baptized the day before yesterday."

"Isn't it good?" Feng Shizhen smiled, "Maybe he can really live a good life with Fanghua after he gets married."

"I hope." Rong Jia looked like an older brother who was worried about his sisters. "I don't care about it. I see it's sunny outside. Let's go out for a walk? Tomorrow is the weekend again, just in time to accompany you."

Feng Shizhen was naturally happy, and the two went out happily.

After days of gloom and gloom, an east wind blew away the light gray cumulus clouds overhead, revealing a blue sky washed by water. The entire Beiping is covered in silver, and the two old city walls with plaster falling off show a very elegant ancient charm under the snow scene.

The Summer Palace is icy and snowy, and the lake is covered with thick ice. They climbed high and looked at the garden, hugged tightly in the cold wind and sunshine, and kept each other warm.

"The emperor of the Qing Dynasty may have stood at our position, looking at the scenery below." Feng Shizhen said with emotion.

"The sea has changed, and the dynasties have changed." Rong Jiashang said, "When they built this garden, did they ever think that this place would one day become a park that everyone can enter?"

"So, no glory is eternal." Feng Shizhen said.

They went down the mountain and went ice skating on the lake hand in hand. But neither of them knew how to skate, and they staggered on the ice with their skates on, and kept falling. Instead, a group of children slipped past them like a gust of wind, laughing.

"Are you okay?" Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jia reached out to her, "Darling, help me."

Feng Shizhen smiled, walked over staggeringly, and held Rong Jia's hand. Rong Jia suddenly yanked her. Feng Shizhen screamed and fell on Rong Jia.

Rong Jiashang laughed arrogantly. Feng Shizhen became angry and raised his hand to beat him hard.

"Don't be ashamed!"

"No one saw it." Rong Jia rolled over and held Feng Shizhen down, gave her a loud kiss on the lips, and then got up with a smirk.

Feng Shizhen took off his skate shoes, caught up with Rong Jia, and pushed him hard from behind.

"Ah? Eh? What are you doing!" Rong Jia slid out, waving his arms backwards and forwards for a while, and finally fell all fours up.

Feng Shizhen walked past him triumphantly and said with a smile, "Didn't no one see it?"

Rong Jia screamed and rubbed his waist, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The next day, the two went out early in the morning to visit the Forbidden City.

In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, there are not many tourists in the Forbidden City, and the guards are very lazy, and most of them are huddled in the duty room to bake the fire. The dragon chair of the Hall of Supreme Harmony stood alone in the empty hall. Because there is no lamp, the light in the hall is dim, and the exquisite paintings on the ceiling are all hidden in the shadows. In the cracks of the stone diamonds outside the hall, withered grass swayed in the cold wind, and the snow was covered with no one to clean it.

Rong Jia looked at the dragon chair quietly, his face was calm and thoughtful.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Shizhen walked up to him.

Rong Jiashang said: "I'm thinking, no matter how brilliant an empire is in the past, when she runs out of anger, those glory will flash away and never shine again."

Feng Shizhen looked at the empty hall and sighed deeply.

"Throughout history, at the end of every dynasty, no matter how hard the emperor and his servants worked, they could not restore the fate of the dynasty's end." Rong Jia looked at her sideways, "I remembered what you once said to me. These dynasties, Like a ship destined to sink. Or, every day a ship sets sail, the countdown to her sinking begins."

"Not every ship has to sink." Feng Shizhen took Rong Jia's arm and said softly, "And even if it sinks, those people will return to the shore, build new ships, and continue their unfinished voyage. People and ships have never been bound together for a lifetime."

Rong Jiashang held her hand, smiled thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to sit on the dragon chair?"

"What?" Feng Shizhen didn't react.

Taking advantage of no one in the hall, Rong Jiashang pulled Feng Shizhen and walked towards the dragon chair.

Feng Shizhen resisted a little and said, "Isn't this bad? How can the dragon chair be used by ordinary people?"

"The Qing Dynasty is dead, what can't sit on the dragon chair?" Rong Jia picked up Feng Shizhen and put her on the dragon chair.

Feng Shizhen held his breath subconsciously, his heart beating nervously. Sitting on the dragon chair, it looks even wider than it looks. There is no one to rely on on all sides, so I can only sit upright. And because the upholstery was removed, the chair was very hard and uncomfortable to sit on.

Rong Jiashang looked at her with a smile, "Look, the dragon chair that Empress Dowager Cixi never sat on, but you sat on it."

Feng Shizhen bit his lower lip and smiled, "It's not comfortable at all. Would you like to try it?"

Rong Jiashang squeezed up and sat side by side with Feng Shizhen, looking at the empty hall below.

"It feels good." Rong Jiashang said with a smile, "especially sitting here with you. Why didn't the previous emperor think of sitting with the queen?"

"That's breaking the rules." Feng Shizhen said.

"The rules didn't make them keep the dragon chair, did they?" Rong Jiashang sneered, "If it were me, I would share my throne with the woman I love, and let her stand beside me and look the same as me. Landscape. No matter how great the achievement is, what's the point if you can only stand on the highest point alone?"

Feng Shizhen felt the heat of the man's palm, looked at his handsome and thin profile, and his heart surged with love, as if it could melt the snow and ice in the courtyard outside the hall.

The two sat on the dragon chair without speaking for a while, until the guards patrolled past and drove them down. Rong Jia threw a few big silver coins in the past, blocked the guard's nagging, and took Feng Shizhen's hand away in a leisurely manner, and went to visit the Dong'an market.

The Dong'an market is quite large, and there are various shops in it, especially a large number of shops for buying calligraphy, painting and antiques. Prices in Peking are lower than in Shanghai, and even jewelry and jade are much cheaper. Feng Shizhen used his savings to buy a pair of jade bracelets for his mother, and he also took a look at Qi Baishi's painting in the mural shop.

The current price of Qi Baishi's paintings is one yuan per two feet, and Feng Shizhen is short of money. When Rong Jia heard that Mr. Feng liked everyone's paintings, he immediately gave generously and bought three small eight-foot paintings for Feng Shizhen's new house.

"My father will definitely ask me where the money came from." Feng Shizhen complained.

"It's a gift from the parents of the students." Rong Jiashang disagreed.

The two had lunch at a very good restaurant in Dong'an Market, and then went to visit Liulichang. Both of them have no interest in antiques, and they are just looking at novelties along the way. However, when he walked to the door of Fujin Book Club, Feng Shizhen's eyes glowed, and he got into the pile of old books, and even Rong Jia ignored him.

Rong Jiashang knew that Feng Shizhen loved books and didn't bother her, so he picked up a new popular martial arts novel and flipped through it. He read a few lines of novels, and then turned to look at Feng Shizhen, like a teenager who was seduced by the beautiful girl sitting next door in the church. Feng Shizhen's expression was childish and serious when he was concentrating on reading, and his mouth would unconsciously purse slightly, which made people want to lean over and steal a kiss.

Just as Rong Jia was scratching his ears and cheeks, and was about to steal a fragrance while no one was around, a strange yet familiar voice sounded.

"Jia...Jia Shang?"

Rong Jia followed the sound and turned his head.

At the end of the bookshelf, seven or eight steps away, Shiori Hashimoto, dressed in black filial attire, reappeared in Rong Jiashang's sight like a ghostly ghost.

After running so far to meet this woman, Rong Jia's eyebrows could not help but wrinkle heavily. #####

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This is not an expression you should have when dealing with encounters in different places. Shiori Hashimoto's surprise was so troubled by Rong Jia that it hung stiffly on his face, very embarrassing.

"It's really you." Hashimoto Shiori said, "I heard the second brother say that you are always running to Peiping recently, and you are very busy. I have filial piety, and it is not convenient for me to come to visit. Your illness is getting better. ?"

"His condition is very stable." Rong Jia said indifferently, "Why did you come to Peiping?"

Shiori Hashimoto said: "We just went back to Japan to bury my eldest brother. We took a day off in Peiping, and my father had to do some errands. We will go back to Shanghai tomorrow."

Rong Jia nodded, and then went cold.

Hashimoto Shiori looked at his posture, and was unclear whether he didn't know his agreement with Rong Dingkun or whether he was planning to default, so he tentatively said, "I'm very sorry for you about Miss Du. She doesn't understand you. Well, it's her loss. You'll find another good woman, Jiashang. When you get back to Shanghai, if you're in a bad mood, you can come and talk to me."

"Thank you." Rong Jia said, "but you also have something to do at home, so it's not convenient for me to disturb you."

Shiori Hashimoto was annoyed and added: "After my elder brother passed away, my father has been unhappy. I came here specially this time to find some antique stones and make him happy, but I don't know how to do it. Jiashang, you can make me one. reference?"

Rong Jia said indifferently: "My father is the one who understands antiques. Actually, I don't know anything about this business. I'm sorry I can't help you."

Shiori Hashimoto made fun of himself, exerted his peak self-cultivation skills, and smiled generously, "Then I'll go around and leave you alone."

If it is an ordinary man, why should he take the time to accompany the lady for a walk at this time. However, Rong Jiashang made up his mind to spend as little time as possible with this scorpion-hearted woman, without holding back Shiori Hashimoto, and watched her go away coldly.

Feng Shizhen had been standing in the corner before, and then he came over and said with a smile, "You and her are really destined to meet each other for thousands of miles."

"It's a bad fate." Rong Jia smiled bitterly, hugged her and said, "Have you chosen a book? It's getting late, we should go back."

Feng Shizhen picked three books, asked the clerk to take the paper package, and returned to the hotel with Rong Jia.

But because of Shiori Hashimoto's sudden appearance, the atmosphere has changed subtly. On the way back, the two were a little absent-minded and didn't talk much. Until dinner, Feng Shizhen held his chopsticks and finally asked, "I've always been a little confused. You and Hashimoto Shiori are young lovers anyway, so there shouldn't be any hatred, but why do I think when you met her again, Not very happy. Now, even more and more disgusted with her?"

Rong Jiashang was eating winter bamboo shoots and said, "I wonder when you will ask."

"I've been curious for a long time." Feng Shizhen said, "She is really hypocritical, but..."

"You said she was hypocritical, why can't I get tired of a hypocritical woman?" Rong Jia asked rhetorically.

Feng Shizhen was even more curious, "What happened to you back then?"

Rong Jiashang put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said with a smile, "It's no big deal. I was too stupid to believe that she really liked me, even if I was only a side disciple of the Rong family. The people are very shrewd. They hang me as a loyal dog, and they also hook up with a local rich boy. I am worried about how to make my father accept her, but she has decided to give up on me and choose the rich boy. I thought I was secretly going to Japan to surprise her, but only after hearing her and her mother's words did I know the truth."

Feng Shizhen stared blankly at Rong Jiashang.

"I'm too stupid, too." Rong Jiashang sighed, "She usually looks innocent and cute, but she is a little confused, and she listens to me in everything. But she never thought that she would be such a thoughtful person who weighs interests and is skilled and experienced. It is a shrewd person to put feelings on scales."

Feng Shizhen wrapped Rong Jia's hands in his hands and stroked it gently, like a mother beast licking his lover's wound.

Rong Jiashang said calmly: "Thanks to my trip that day, or I might still be kept in the dark by her now. After this reunion, I can see her completely. She is even worse than before. You ask me Why do you hate her so much? She asked my father about cooperation before, but not only said that she would marry me with a golden unicorn. She asked my father to help her kill Young Master Hashimoto and support her second brother to inherit the family business. "

Feng Shizhen took a breath, "Looks like I expected it right that day!"

"Did you suddenly want me to go with you that day?" Rong Jia looked at her softly, "Are you afraid that I will be implicated?"

"Of course!" Feng Shizhen said, "but who would have thought that Meng Xian's arrival would disrupt all plans."

"By the way, he scared Young Master Hashimoto to death." Rong Jia said, "I have to thank Meng Xian for this."

Feng Shizhen rubbed Rong Jia's fingers and said softly, "I was thinking, you have been deceived by a woman once, and you finally mustered up the courage to like me, but I deceived you again..."

Rong Jia got up and walked over, pulling Feng Shizhen up and hugging him.

"How can you compare with her? You lied to me about other things, but you didn't lie to my feelings. I know you like me, even if you don't admit it, I know it."

Feng Shizhen looked up at him and said sadly: "But you are still so stupid. You have been fooled, but you still believe me. You are just..."

She choked.

Rong Jiashang couldn't help kissing her forehead with a smile, "I'm the one who is wronged, why are you crying?"

"Feel wronged?" Feng Shizhen asked softly.

"Of course." Rong Jiashang pressed her forehead against her. "Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, afraid that you have left. I'm afraid that all this is my wishful thinking. You and I are good, but pity me."

Feng Shi was really sad, he stood on tiptoe and kissed him forcefully, and said hoarsely, "Have you ever seen such a pitiful person?"

Rong Jia's body was hot, and he said with a low smile, "I haven't seen it before, but I need to confirm it further."

Feng Shizhen stared at him with wet eyes and said nothing. Rong Jiashang picked her up with a smile and strode into the bedroom.

There was laughter in the bedroom soon, the laughter gradually weakened, and it was replaced by another kind of charming and ambiguous gasp. The gasping and moaning was intermittent and continued for a long time. Until the phone in the living room suddenly rang, the two who were immersed in passion were slightly awakened.

"Phone..." Feng Shizhen reminded panting.

"Don't worry." Rong Jiashang raised her legs, rushed into the deepest part of her body, and charged recklessly.

Feng Shizhen couldn't bear to raise his head and gasped loudly, those words begging for mercy were broken up by the strong rhythm that followed, and turned into a groan of spring. All she could do was to cling tightly to the strong body of the man, led by him, trembling in the frenzy.

They hugged each other tightly and danced to the most primitive and fiery rhythm. The joyous pleasure and the sweet words between the entangled lips and teeth made them too busy to pay attention to the bell outside the door.

The phone rang twice, but the bedroom door remained closed.

The call was persevering and ringing repeatedly. It wasn't until the third bell rang that Rong Jiashang got out of bed in exasperation, walked out naked, and answered the phone.

"Eldest young master, I'm sorry to disturb you." Secretary Chen said terribly on the other end of the phone, "It's the master, he has a response."

Rong Jia was stunned for a while and sat down on the sofa.

"When did this happen?"

"Twenty minutes ago," said Secretary Chen, "but he passed out after only humming a few times. The doctor said that Master has passed the dangerous period, and waking up is just around the corner. Young Master, do you need to come back?"

Rong Jia glanced in the direction of the bedroom and said, "I'll be back early tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Secretary Chen said, "there is one more thing to report to you. It's the 20-year-old case that you asked people to investigate a while ago. The people below found something."

"What is it?" Rong Jia looked towards the bedroom again. Feng Shizhen, wrapped in a snow-white thin silk nightgown, walked into the bathroom, but did not close the door.

Secretary Chen hesitated for a moment and said, "This is a bit complicated, and I couldn't explain it on the phone for a while. Would you like me to tell you in detail when you come back tonight?"

In the sound of the rushing water, the slender figure of the young girl disappeared from time to time, and the belt of the nightgown was thrown on the ground outside the bathroom door.

"That's it." Rong Jiashang hung up the phone impatiently.

In the bathroom, thin water droplets are pouring on the girl's snow-white and smooth skin, like suet and white jade, and then meandering along the delicate lines. Rong Jiashang blew a loud whistle, in exchange for Feng Shizhen's blushing shy glance.

"Sir, I haven't confirmed it yet. Learning must have a beginning and an end."

The door of the bathroom was kicked by the man, and it was closed full of spring. #####

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Regarding the news of Rong Dingkun's improvement, Rong Jia knew that Feng Shizhen was not happy to hear it, so he did not mention it to her.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Feng Shizhen was awakened by the movement of Rong Jiashang getting up. She rubbed her eyes and turned around, seeing that Rong Jiashang was dressed neatly, and when she saw that she was awake, she leaned over and kissed.

"Go to sleep. I'll go back to Shanghai to deal with some things. If I don't come back at night, I'll give you a call."

"Is it serious?" Feng Shizhen couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing." Rong Jiashang stroked her hair gently, "I just need to go back. Don't worry."

The plane taxied rapidly, slowly stretched and flew. Rong Jia was drinking coffee and went down from the window. The earth is wrapped in silver, and under the light golden sunlight in the morning, it is bright and crystal clear. And Shanghai was shrouded in gloomy clouds, Jiang He City was all immersed in a gray curtain, and the damp chill penetrated the thick woolen coat and burrowed into the bones.

Rong Dingkun woke up for a while yesterday and continued to fall asleep again. Rong Jiashang sat in front of his hospital bed for a long time, he was unconscious, and his chest made a sound of breathing like a broken bellows. Rong Jiashang felt that his father was like a classic car that was about to be scrapped and was lingering on. When everyone thought he was going to turn off the engine, he was able to slowly crawl a few steps while banging the cylinder.

Rong Jiashang did not want Rong Dingkun to die just like that. Although he knew that in terms of what Rong Dingkun had done over the years, it was a good ending for him to pass away in a hospital bed. This man is his father after all, even if he is irresponsible, he has given him a stable and prosperous life, raised him to twenty years old, and left him a strong family business.

Now that you have enjoyed the benefits, there is no position to blame. Rong Jiashang could only be so contradictory and helpless to continue along the route that Rong Dingkun gave him.

After leaving the hospital and returning to the office of the Chamber of Commerce, Rong Jia screened and retreated from others, leaving Secretary Chen behind.

"That's it." Rong Jia said, "What was it that I said so mysteriously on the phone last night?"

Secretary Chen just followed Rong Jiashang back from the hospital. Before taking off his coat, he sat in the warm room, sweating profusely. Rong Jia saw that he was so funny and pitiful, and poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.

"Take a breath first, then tell me carefully."

Secretary Chen drank the warm tea in one breath. After confirming again that the doors and windows of the office were closed, he took off his coat, unbuttoned the briefcase, took out a stack of documents, and handed them to Rong Jia.

"Young Master, you sent two commissioners to help Miss Feng investigate her life experience. I have received the latest report here."

"You talk first." Rong Jiashang didn't have the patience to read the information.

Secretary Chen wiped away his sweat and said, "According to the information you gave, Eldest Young Master, our people have searched every nearby town and town, looking for a woman with the same appearance 21 years ago and a child. From our analysis, Miss Feng's mother took her for only one day's journey. They set off in the morning and arrived in the evening. Based on the time and distance, we set the departure places of their mother and daughter in Guojia Town and Darong Town. two places."

On the map, a red pen was used to draw a triangle. The two south corners were Guojia Town and Darong Town, and the north corner was Bailiu Town. The triangle points to an arrow pointing to the northeast of Shanghai.

Rong Dingkun came out of Guojia Town, where there are fields and shops, but all his close relatives died in a major epidemic twenty years ago. Now Rong Dingkun doesn't go back to his hometown unless he worships his ancestors during the Chinese New Year.

Thinking that Feng Shizhen is very likely to have a deeper and more complicated connection with his family. Rong Jiashang felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and he felt more and more awkward.

"There are about 20 eligible women in these two towns." Secretary Chen said in a hoarse voice, "So far, eight people have been confirmed dead. Three died during childbirth, and five died during childbirth. They died of illness, and their graves have been found. Miss Feng said her mother's surname was Bai, but there is no family with the surname Bai here."

Rong Jia frowned, "So, this line is broken?"

"Neither." Secretary Chen said, "The boy who was sent to investigate this matter is a bit smart. He found an old woman in her late 80s who talked a lot, and found out that there was a family named Qian in Darong Town, and the man was widowed. Later, she married a widow. The widow brought a daughter from the oil bottle to the door. The widow's ex-husband was named Bai. It's just that the oil bottle daughter was raised in the Qian family, and the neighbors used to call her Miss Qian."

"Then what?" Rong Jia raised his eyebrows and heard the clue.

Secretary Chen said: "This Bai family grew up and married to Guojia Town, and soon gave birth to a daughter. After three years, that is, 21 years ago, Bai family returned to Qian's family to have children and confinement. At the end of the year It was only when I returned to my husband's house with the newborn child. Bai's second child gave birth to a son."

Rong Jiashang leaned into the sofa with his hands, nodded, and said coldly, "Continue."

Secretary Chen wiped off his sweat and said, "We have found out before that this Bai Shi died of illness in her husband's family after getting married. The most coincidental thing in this whole thing is that Bai Shi died 21 years ago. The twelfth lunar month's death is exactly the same time as Miss Feng's mother's murder."

Rong Jia's face was stern, and the end of his eyebrows twitched, "Who else is there in the Qian family?"

Secretary Chen's face turned pale, he swallowed nervously, and said, "The old couple of Qian's family also died in the plague that year, leaving behind a young daughter. After this second girl got married, she moved to Guangzhou with her husband's family. When my sister had an accident, she was about to give birth and couldn't come back. Fortunately, we have an office in Guangzhou, and we sent someone to look for it, and we found it. It's just..."

"Speak up in one breath!" Rong Jia was impatient.

Secretary Chen looked like he was going to die, gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Qian said that her sister was married to Guojiazhen's... Rong family..."

Rong Jia's expression froze.

"Ms. Qian also searched the bottom of the box and found a photo, saying it was her sister and brother-in-law." Secretary Chen's hands trembled as he flipped through the folder, and the page with the photo was spread out in front of Rong Jiashang.

The photo has turned yellow and is only half the size of a palm. Because it is not well preserved, it is covered with creases. In the photo is a young couple with a baby in his arms. The woman's face could no longer be seen clearly, but the man's face miraculously remained recognizable.

Tough outline, thick eyebrows, high nose bridge...

This man seemed to cut and paste it directly from his parents' wedding photos that Rong Jia had seen!

Rong Jia's hand trembled, and the photo fell lightly like fallen leaves on a branch, onto the carpet.

Secretary Chen was sweating like rain, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to look at Rong Jia with his head down.

The fact that Rong Dingkun abandoned his wife and daughter in his early years has been heard by Mrs. Rong's voice in the hospital. Secretary Chen got the photo sent by his subordinates early yesterday morning and was so frightened that he almost jumped off the building.

The eldest young master of the Rong family is looking for relatives for his lover, looking around, it seems that he has found his own father. Is that a big misunderstanding, or is Rong Jiashang really separated from his sister...

Secretary Chen smoked cigarettes all day at home and tried to burn the photos several times, but finally failed. He made a decision, this decision, after he called Rong Jia on the phone, he stayed up all night.

This decision is also a bet. Bet on his future and future.

Rong Dingkun now sees that even if he wakes up, he can only take a back seat. The Crown Prince of the Rong family ascended the throne and became the new lord. Rong Jia has a few confidants under his command, including him and Secretary Huang when talking about the secretary. Rong Jiashang trusted Secretary Huang more and took him with him when he went to Peiping. Secretary Chen felt that if he couldn't take the risk, he was afraid that he would only be subordinated to Secretary Huang in the future.

Knowing the owner's worst secret is a gamble. Either become a real confidential secretary in one fell swoop, or be silenced. Secretary Chen decided to gamble.

"Master, maybe this person is a relative." Secretary Chen smiled dryly, "Maybe it's your uncle..."

However, Rong Dingkun was alone at home, with only two older sisters, and died early. How can a cousin's brother look so similar?

Rong Jiashang sat silently, like a statue, cold, hard, and lifeless.

Secretary Chen shivered like a cold in Rong Jiashang's silence, and a look of despair gradually appeared on his face.

In the dead silence, Rong Jiashang suddenly burst out. He jumped up and rushed like a tiger hunting, grabbed Secretary Chen's head and pressed it against the sofa, and drew his gun to the back of his head.

Secretary Chen was thin and small, and was held down helplessly, his face sank into the sofa, humming non-stop, trembling all over his body.

Rong Jia pulled the safety catch of the revolver and pressed the barrel of the gun against Secretary Chen's head. His whole body was as tight as a bow drawn to the extreme, his face was hideous, his facial features were twisted, and his eyes were quickly covered with bloodshots.

kill him!

A voice shouted in Rong Jia's mind. #####

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Kill him and get rid of everyone who knows the photo. This secret will be buried forever.

The world really won't know. She will still love herself unreservedly as she does now.

Then he can marry Shizhen after he has established a firm foothold in the Rong family and sent his father away for recuperation.

They could not have children, he didn't care.

As long as they can be together. As long as she is always her own.

So, kill him!

Rong Jiashang was panting rapidly, the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks and nose, dripping onto his gun holding hand. Secretary Chen struggled in vain under his hands, gradually losing his strength, and the whining became weaker.

Rong Jiashang closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Then, let go.

Secretary Chen rolled to the ground, panting hysterically, his flushed face full of sweat and tears. Rong Jiashang fell down on the sofa as if his tendons had been pulled from his body, lowered his head and buried his face in his hands.

Secretary Chen got up cautiously and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, eldest young master, only that kid and I know about this. We are both loyal to you, and we will never reveal the slightest bit to the outside world."

"If you dare," Rong Jiashang raised his head and stared at Secretary Chen with blood-red eyes, "I want your whole family to stop talking."

Secretary Chen couldn't help but bow, "Absolutely not! Young master, I am loyal to you, and I can learn from the world! Otherwise, I would have burned the photo long ago, how could I have brought you here?"

The corners of Rong Jiashang's mouth twitched, "You can bring this secret to see me in person, it's a good thing."

Secretary Chen knelt down and begged: "I am able to be today, all thanks to the eldest young master's reuse of me. I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you, and I will do my best to follow you for the rest of my life. I just ask the young master to believe me."

Rong Jiashang looked at Secretary Chen indifferently. After a long time, he said, "Has your son's illness improved?"

When Secretary Chen heard this, he almost collapsed to the ground, but he also knew that his bet was the right one.

"It's still the same," he said. "Now it's my wife taking care of him in the hospital."

Rong Jiashang rattled the revolver and said, "There is an American doctor in Renji Hospital who seems to be good at treating your son's illness. Transfer the child to another hospital."

Secretary Chen kowtowed to Rong Jia with sincerity, and said, "Young Master, I wish to repay this kindness!"

"You're still alive and doing things for me." Rong Jia hummed and asked again, "Have you been quiet at home these few days?"

"The wives and ladies in the family are all very good." Secretary Chen said, "it's just that the wife intends to take the master from the hospital to go home to recuperate. Also, the uncle of the Tang family came to the house and wanted to borrow money. The wife said that there was no man in the family. Two hundred bucks to send her off."

Rong Jiashang nodded, asked some more about the company, and sent Secretary Chen out.

Do it all. Rong Jia was sitting in the office, motionless for a long time, feeling the cold sweat rolling down his back.

He took out a silver embrace from his arms and opened the lid. On the back of the cover is a new photo of Feng Shizhen.

The girl's face is like a bright moon, her black hair is like clouds, her eyebrows are like ice, her eyes are clear and clear, her mouth is smiling sweetly, and her face is gentle and happy.

She loved herself, he was convinced. This beautiful and gentle woman is now in the snow-capped Beiping, waiting for her to go back to meet her again, and to fall back into his arms.

Not so coincidental. Rong Jiashang said to himself that God would not make such a ridiculous joke with them.

The old photos are blurry, maybe the man is really just Rong Jiatang's uncle.

If it is a cousin... Rong Jiashang covered his face with a wry smile. Cousins ​​are also farther away than first cousins.

However, where did the Rong family come from, who happened to have an uncle who also died 21 years ago with his wife and a pair of children?

There is only one in this world