After returning home, Ruojun looked around, fortunately in the dead of night, quickly locked the door, slapped a basin of clear water, and came to Shu Zhi's room, Nian An looked at his uncle whose face was covered with blood, and was a little frightened, he couldn't tell whether it was his uncle's blood or the blood of a bad person, thinking that his uncle was seriously injured, and wiped his tears with his little hands sadly.

Shu Zhi covered his shoulders and comforted him: "Uncle is fine, Nian'an doesn't cry." ”

Ruojun nervously closed the door, helped him sit down, frowned and said softly, "Why are you so careless?" Hurry up, take off your clothes, I'll go get the medicine box. ”

"Hey, I didn't expect to be bitten by that old boy."

Ruojun turned his head to his son and said, "Nian'an doesn't cry, let's treat my uncle." As he spoke, he quickly ran to his room and brought the medicine box.

"Nian'an, bring the towel to your uncle."

Xiao Nian'an nodded, scooped up the towel from the basin, twisted it vigorously with his two little hands, and handed it to Shu Zhi, Shu Zhi looked at his dirty little face, and wiped it for him with pity, and then wiped the blood on his face.

Shu Zhi's shoulder hurt and he couldn't lift his hand, so Ruojun had to help him take off his coat little by little.

In the dim light, she was very close to him, her fingers gently unbuttoning his shirt, touching the skin on his shoulder, lowering her head to examine his wound seriously, not thinking much about it at all.

But he looked at her attentive expression, worried expression, fascinated, her breath sprayed gently on the skin of his shoulder, he could smell her feminine scent, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, very seductive.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good that I wear a lot of clothes, and the wound is not deep." Ruojun felt a little at ease, and as soon as he raised his head and touched his eyes burning with love, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly sat up straight, shrank back like a frightened deer, and distanced himself from him. He knew that he had leaked the heat in his heart if he was careless, so he quickly lowered his eyes and covered up the lava in his heart.

"Do you think I'm too cruel and terrible?" He lowered his head and washed the blood from his hands in the basin.

Ruojun shook his head and sighed: "I know that you have endured this fire of revenge for ten years. ”

Ruojun gave him medicine, bandaged him carefully, took out clean pajamas from the closet, and put them on for him as if he was a child, she still regarded him as the little Shu Zhi back then, but he couldn't treat her as a sister for a long time, when she dressed him, his body was so close to him, the blood in his whole body was boiling, he just wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare, he tried to restrain himself.

Help him put on his clothes, cover him with the quilt, and walk out with a basin of blood and bloody clothes, and wash the bloody clothes overnight, she has almost collapsed

returned to the room with Nian An, hugged his son tightly and slept until dawn.

//

Early in the morning, the maid walked into Zhou Ruikang's bedroom with breakfast and newspapers, he had no idea what was happening in Beiping City, and he was still immersed in his fragmented world.

He has wealth, a lot of wealth, the financial knowledge that Xu Manlin suggested he learned at the beginning, seemed to play a role at this time, under the guidance of Song Yuanyang, he began to gradually develop in the business world and the financial world.

It's a pity that he has not had much interest in business from beginning to end, but people always have to find something to do, to put it bluntly, it is to pass the time, so his business is sometimes good and bad, and he doesn't care too much, except for work, most of the time he is alone, writing a diary, and reminiscing about the past.

I don't know when it started, but he began to like coffee, and while wearing a satin nightgown, he gently stirred the dark brown liquid with a spoon while opening the newspaper to read the news.

The knock on the door was accompanied by Song Yuanyang's voice: "Ruikang!" ”

"Please come in." Taking a sip of fragrant coffee, he invited.

Song Yuanyang pushed the door in, holding a document bag in his hand, the look on his face was a little strange, as if he was smiling, Ruikang looked up at him, and the corner of his mouth raised a shallow smile and asked, "Do you want coffee?" ”

"No, I have a few things to tell you. Do you want to hear the good news first, or the bad news? Song Yuanyang walked to the sofa on the side and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, took a cigar from the cigarette case, lit it, put it in his mouth and took a puff.

Ruikang picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and smiled: "There is good news now?" It's a rarity. Let's hear the good news first. ”

Song Yuanyang raised the document bag in his hand and said, "It's approved, your charitable foundation!" It will be launched on the first of next month. ”

Ruikang stood up, took the file bag, opened the file, and looked at it, but he was quite relieved, maybe philanthropy could be a world he reinvigorated.

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll donate a sum of money back to China first, build a school, and a hospital, what do you think?" Ruikang said as he flipped through the papers, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Okay, yes, but haven't you read today's paper? The country is surging, so let's take a break and see the situation. ”

Ruikang frowned, put down the papers, walked to the window, looked at the rose beds in the garden, shook his head and said, "I don't care who governs, I just hope that the people have a good life." ”

"Hehe, Jiang Gong won't like what you say."

The corners of Ruikang's mouth hooked up a helpless smile, shook his head, and stopped talking, he was not interested in politics, the passion was burning, the years of wind and fire had passed, they had been written into his diary, imprinted in his memory, now he has no pursuits, dreams, every day is a mechanical repeating the days, recalling the past.

"There's one more piece of news, I don't know if it's good news or bad news for you." Song Yuanyang pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Say it."

Song Yuanyang sighed, flicked the ash in the ashtray, and said slowly: "Hu Xiaofen is pregnant, calculate the time, it's almost four months now." She had been in correspondence with my wife. ”

Zhou Ruikang was still looking out the window, motionless like a statue, Song Yuanyang couldn't see his expression, and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for his reaction.

There was silence in the room, except for the smoke that Song Yuanyang spewed out, everything else was still, he thought that Zhou Ruikang would be thunderous, roaring and roaring, and even smashing things, but no, he was surprisingly quiet.

After a few minutes, Zhou Ruikang turned around unusually calmly and walked back to the desk, took out the checkbook from the drawer, picked up the pen and wrote a check for $10,000 on it, and handed it to Song Yuanyang.

"Let her fight." Expressionlessly, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, took a puff, and said, "If she has to give birth, let her be, I won't give her another dime." I don't want to hear anything about this woman from now on. Whether she is alive or dead, or whether that child is alive or dead, I don't want to know. ”

Song Yuanyang looked at him a little surprised but a little expected, he is also a man himself, of course he knows this feeling of being forced to be a father, but he didn't expect Zhou Ruikang to be so calm, the Zhou Ruikang he understands is a person full of enthusiasm, ideals, vitality, love, love and hate, and contradictions, and the calm, indifferent, and ruthless man in front of him really surprised Song Yuanyang.

Song Yuanyang shook his head and said, "Ruikang, the big one can be ignored, but the small one ......."

Ruikang raised his hand to stop Song Yuanyang from continuing to speak: "It's enough for me to have Nian'an and Dingbang, I don't have the face to see Ruojun again, I just hope that in my lifetime, God will favor me and let me see Nian'an again." With a puff of smoke, he asked, "By the way, is there any news of Ruojun's mother and son from the people you sent?" ”

Song Yuanyang frowned and said: "I was about to tell you about this, the people I sent back, I didn't find the Mei family for a long time, and then I ran into the war, and those people in the original Beiping government have also changed, and he can't operate, and there is something wrong with the family, so he has no choice but to go to Taiwan first." You see, this is a letter he sent from Taiwan. ”

"What? Can't find Mei's house? How can it be? Ruikang shook his head, thinking about it and thinking about it, he couldn't think of any reason why he couldn't find the Mei family, although the Mei family was relatively remote, but it had a street name and a house number, how could he not find it?

"Hey, isn't that the address you gave me?" Song Yuanyang took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it to Ruikang.

Ruikang took a look, was stunned, his heart sank to the end, what was written on the paper was an unfamiliar address, and he opened his eyes and asked, "What is this?" ”

Song Yuanyang: "Huh? With a sigh, he stood up and said with a questioning face, "Isn't this the address you gave me?" Isn't this the address on every letter you hand me over? ”

Ruikang shook his head again and again: "No, no, not at all, not this address!" He trembled and took the address in his hand, and a layer of gloom gradually hung in his heart, a very bad feeling.

"Isn't that right? How so? I've sent you so many letters, and every time I get the envelope, it's this address, so I copied it, and I also pressed this address when I sent someone back half a year ago. How could it be wrong? Song Yuanyang was also completely stunned.

Ruikang's head kept thinking about every detail of the letters sent in the past three years, and finally, he understood, understood, but this belated sudden realization made him angry, regretful and hateful, deeply, weakly fell into the chair, fell on the back of the chair, painfully, regretfully hung his head, he felt a splitting headache, supported his forehead with one hand, and spit out three words in a low but clear voice: "Hu--Xiao--Fen--"

"Hu Xiaofen?" Song Yuanyang also hurriedly recalled, and quickly understood, gasping for air.

It turned out that when Ruikang first arrived in the UK, because he was not familiar with the place, he would ask Song Yuanyang to send the written letters, but because Ruikang was in a downturn from beginning to end, Hu Xiaofen had been by his side and carefully took care of his daily life, so he treated her as his secretary, so after writing the letter, he handed it to Hu Xiaofen first, and asked Hu Xiaofen to transfer it to Song Yuanyang.

Hu Xiaofen had a secret affection for Ruikang as early as when she was in China, and the longer she got along, the more she had a deep affection for this handsome, beautiful, mysterious and deep man, and she couldn't extricate herself, so she has been observing Ruikang's love life.

She quietly opened his letter and found that the letter he wrote to the Zhou family compound was addressed to Master Zhou, and the attitude towards Cheng Jiaqi in the letter was very cold, and there was nothing to worry about, but in another letter to a woman named "Mei Ruojun", it was affectionate, lingering and compassionate, full of lovesickness, full of love, jealousy burned in her chest, like a fire of the prairie fire, out of control, she was jealous, crazy jealousy, she burned all the letters written by Ruikang to Ruojun, Then he casually stuffed a few chapters of blank stationery into a new envelope, made up an address in Beiping, wrote the name of "Mei Ruojun", and handed it to Song Yuanyang.

Song Yuanyang is a very busy businessman, and he will not study it in detail after receiving the letter, and directly hand it over to his subordinates to handle it, and Ruikang on the one hand is out of trust in Hu Xiaofen, on the other hand, because of his low mood and negligence, he didn't expect Hu Xiaofen to do anything at all.

The two big men were busy, handing over business, and fighting lawsuits, and never thought of checking the mailing address, and then after Ruikang and Hu Xiaofen's chaotic night, although Hu Xiaofen was sent to the United States, Ruikang no longer had the courage to write a letter to Ruojun because of his deep self-blame, and the previous letters were all lost, he was also a little discouraged, so, that's it, yes, that's it, because of a jealous woman, they missed each other again......

Both of them were silent, Song Yuanyang began to blame himself, he suggested that Hu Xiaofen come to the UK together, he did think about letting Ruikang reorganize the family, because he hoped that Ruikang could regain his strength, in his opinion, Ruikang and Cheng Jiaqi's marriage is simply a disaster, meaningless, Ruikang and Ruojun's love has come to naught, and there is little hope, and Hu Xiaofen's love for Ruikang is obvious and warm, so he does hope that Hu Xiaofen will fill Ruikang's emotional world, But he never thought that Hu Xiaofen would do such a thing of stealing dragons and turning phoenixes.

"How so? It was Hu Xiaofen who changed the address......" Song Yuanyang said in surprise.

"Huh,...... No wonder I can send letters to the Zhou family, but not a single letter to the Mei family, she must have read my letters. God, if Ruojun returned to Beiping, he would have thought that I had abandoned their mother and son, and I didn't want them anymore. Ocean, I can't imagine how disappointed she would be, how much she hated me. ”

Song Yuanyang's eyes lit up and said, "Ruikang, hurry, hurry up and write another letter, and I will send it for you today." ”

Ruikang looked up and saw the encouraging look in Song Yuanyang's eyes, and woke up suddenly, yes, he must make up for all his mistakes, he must ask for her forgiveness, he was in good spirits, sat up straight, picked up paper and pen, and wrote three full pages of his thoughts and love in the past few years, put it in an envelope, carefully and neatly wrote the address, and handed it to Song Yuanyang.

Song Yuanyang took the letter and said with a smile: "I hope God can be moved by your infatuation." ”

Ruikang is still worried, perhaps because of the painful separation experience in the past, he no longer dares to hope that God will pity him and Ruojun for this relationship, as he gets older, he sometimes begins to believe in fate, maybe he and Ruojun just don't have that fate. Maybe they were destined to separate, but no matter what, he had to do his best to find his plum blossoms.