Chapter 49

Tan Zheng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, when the phone rang again, and Ren Zhaoyuan rang.

He quickly adjusted his state, but he didn't show any clues when he answered.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, I'm sleepy," Ren Zhaoyuan rolled over, "I slept late, and only slept for four hours last night."

"Go to sleep, I'll take care of those things, don't worry."

"Don't worry about those things..."

When he spoke because he was sleepy, the movements of his lips and tongue were very small, and his voice seemed to be in his mouth, sticky, and Tan Zheng asked him in a soft voice, "what's the matter?"

"Suddenly I feel that I have something to tell you."

"You said, I'm listening."

"Well..." Ren Zhaoyuan seemed to think about where to start, "You've been following me before, you should know that apart from studying abroad, there have been several online disputes."

Tan Zheng was slightly startled: "I remember it all."

Ren Zhaoyuan is sought after and liked by many people, but he is also belittled and targeted by many people, and he has had many negative topics.

The artists are so arrogant, and the hostility and contempt between different styles and styles abound.

When he first returned to China, Ren Zhaoyuan's design achieved initial success, and because of Zhao Yuanqing, he skipped the process that many people may not be able to make it through for a lifetime, and directly came into contact with high-end consumer groups. After gaining favor, he quickly opened up his popularity.

Business popularity, marketing, misrepresentation, vanity, clinging, selling oneself, going through the back door, orphans.. It is not uncommon for it to evolve from disdain for design to personal attack.

Things in Florence have also been turned out to make a fuss about it many times.

Same-sex marriage can also be a point of attack for homophobic people.

The memories of grandmother that accidentally said in an interview were questioned as fictional and miserable, and even abused that he was the culprit of killing his relatives.

There are so many things like that.

There are also many statements and explanations about works and private life.

Later, as time went by, his designs became more and more brilliant, he continued to win more and more important awards, and gradually became a pivotal figure in the industry, and those voices gradually disappeared.

It's still there, just inconspicuous.

"It's long gone, don't be unhappy," Ren Zhaoyuan smiled lightly, "I don't want to sell my pity, I just want to explain."

"I don't want to expose my own affairs to the public, and I don't like the feeling of arguing with a group of strangers. Even if the evidence is overwhelming, if I show it to too many people, I will always find something to criticize. I don't like it. I explain it bit by bit, and I don’t like being discussed and questioned by onlookers.”

"So don't want to make a statement."

"This time the matter is not a big one. You solved it quickly. Making a statement or calling the police will only attract more attention. I don't want it, just because I don't want it, not for anyone."

The oddities in Tan Zheng's voice were clearly concealed by the deep voice, but Ren Zhaoyuan didn't even need to listen.

He knows everything.

"I just now," Ren Zhaoyuan's voice slowly loosened again, and the ending of the last word was slightly prolonged, "I just woke up and my mind was a little dazed, and my reaction was half a beat. I didn't make it clear to you in time, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry," Tan Zheng's heart was filled with warm water, and all his secret emotions were dissipated in Ren Zhaoyuan's words, "I won't be angry with you."

"so good."

Tan Zheng looked down at the traffic on the wide road and responded softly.

"Those things were sent to me by Xie Rong when I found clues to check Zhao Yuanqing before. If there is no accident, it is Xie Rong who is behind the scenes this time."

Ren Zhaoyuan has seen it all.

Thinking of the few seconds of video and pictures he saw not long ago, even if he knew it wasn't Ren Zhaoyuan, Tan Zheng was still feeling stuffy and uncomfortable, while Ren Zhaoyuan at that time saw everything.

It was the real Zhao Yuanqing, his other half at that time.

"Zhaoyuan.."

"Um?"

"It's okay," Tan Zheng changed the subject, "Zheng He is now in S City and is looking for him."

"Well, he posted publicly about Zheng He's meeting and it's easy to find the address. I'm not that lenient, but I'll talk about it when things are settled on Zheng He's side."

Tan Zheng's heart softened when he heard Ren Zhaoyuan say that he was not so magnanimous.

If Ren Zhaoyuan is not tolerant, then he doesn't know who else can be.

But thinking so in heart, didn't break it.

He just promised to say, "I'll listen to you."

"Well..." Ren Zhaoyuan closed his eyes and sank one side of his face into the pillow, "I bought you a bottle of perfume."

"Are you ready to come back?"

"Next week."

"Sent back?"

"No."

"How inconvenient to carry."

"Fortunately," Ren Zhaoyuan's voice gradually became lower, "buy it when you meet it."

Tan Zheng also lowered his voice: "The one you choose must smell good."

"It's the smell of ice and snow and bamboo forests."

"Sounds very special."

"Um..I like it."

"I'll like it too."

"Um.."

Tan Zheng heard that he was about to fall asleep, so he didn't speak any more, he just listened to the light breathing, but after a few seconds Ren Zhaoyuan thought of something again, and said with a little energy: "I'm not here, Zheng He, you are more for me. Pay attention and help if you need it.”

"Okay," Tan Zheng whispered, "I got it."

The person who was still shrouded in cloud not long ago, now his thumb is gently rubbing the base of his ring finger, thinking of the person wearing another ring, his expression is extremely relaxed.

The corners of the eyes and the brows are faintly showing a unique softness.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Zheng was "instructed" to contact Zheng He to ask about the situation, and Zheng He replied succinctly.

【found it】

Without any special method, Zheng He's men opened the door, and Zhao Yuanqing walked in and rang the doorbell.

It was Xie Rong who opened the door.

He seemed to have expected it long ago, and smiled at Zhao Yuanqing: "You are here."

Zheng He passed Zhao Yuanqing and pushed Xie Rong into the house. After the space was spacious, he raised his hand and threw a heavy punch without waiting for Xie Rong to stand firm.

Xie Rong fell to the ground and coughed non-stop. The blood on the inside of his cheek, which was broken by his teeth, oozes out from the corner of his mouth. After a while, he stopped coughing and spit the remaining blood on the expensive carpet.

"Why," Xie Rong's eyes swept from Zheng He to Zhao Yuanqing, "you are not relieved, you have to bring helpers."

"Oops!" The nanny who was resting in the room hurried out and stopped a few meters away from them, "Who are you, who are you?"

"Don't be afraid," Xie Rong stood up straight on the ground and pointed to Zhao Yuanqing, "He is Zhao Dong's son, let's go, Zhao Dong won't blame you, and you can serve the clean people in the future."

"I, Zhao Dong..."

Xie Rong's face was full of impatience: "Go away."

Zheng He turned his head and signaled to a few people at the door. They let the woman leave the way to open the door. They came in and held Xie Rong to take hair follicles and blood samples.

"Mr. Zhao," Zheng He still clenched his hands into fists, but restrained himself and said nothing, "I will take the people away before the results are revealed."

"I have something to ask him alone."

"For safety's sake, it's better to ask another place."

After all, this is Zhao Rongsen's place. Although he is out of town, he can always get news and send someone here.

Changing a place one minute later is a variable, Zhao Yuanqing looked at the time: "Five minutes."

After all, Zhao Yuanqing helped Xie Rong, Zheng He thought about it and nodded and agreed: "We are just outside, you can do it yourself."

Xie Rong sat on the ground and didn't get up. After the door was closed, Zhao Yuanqing walked over and squatted down, holding his neckline tightly: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"I want to give you a gift," Xie Rong snorted, "Unfortunately, you didn't catch it."

Zhao Yuanqing was not in the mood to listen to his crazy words: "Give me those video photos, and I will give you a sum of money to send you abroad, which will definitely be enough for the rest of your life."

"Sentiment," Xie Rong heard something funny, "what kind of relationship do we have? You rely on me to like you and trust me to deal with bad things...or can I be your stepfather? affection?"

Zhao Yuanqing's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly knocked Xie Rong down: "What did you say?!"

Xie Rong coughed a few times, pressed the itch in his throat for a few seconds, and turned to look at him: "Why do you have to put on such a surprised gesture, you have seen a lot of things in the circle, and I can disappear without knowing it. You really can't imagine getting here?"

Zhao Yuanqing stared at him, panting, as if strangling him to death in the next second.

Xie Rong propped himself up and moved back to a tall flowerpot and sat beside a tall flowerpot, and said, "Actually, last time I thought, why didn't you strangle me, it's good to die in your hands, after all, it's been so many years. Just liked you."

"I can completely disappear after the company goes through the resignation process. I have no friends, and no one will find out that I am dead."

"I even got my surname because I am grateful to you. People can live because of you. If I die, I will die and give it back to you."

"It's a pity that you are a good person, and it's not too bad."

Zhao Yuanqing had blue veins protruding on the corner of his forehead, and after a while, he loosened his teeth and asked fiercely, "When did it start?"

"Last year, the year before, the year before the year..." Xie Rong counted and sneered, "Does it make sense?"

"Don't worry, I deleted all those videos and photos, and there is nothing left."

"Didn't you say that even if Ren Zhaoyuan doesn't get back with you, you don't want him to hate you? Didn't you work hard to help him solve the problem and find his parents? Don't you just want a normal relationship?"

"It's too simple, I'll teach you."

"Send an apology statement acknowledging everything, and explain the words in the article and the facts of the video photos clearly. Ren Zhaoyuan will definitely look at you highly."

"But you don't want to."

"You and Zhao Rongsen are indeed father and son, and they are the same people in their bones."

Zhao Yuan's green bones clenched loudly, and every word was almost squeezed out of his throat: "My dad forced you?"

Hearing this sentence, Xie Rong's bloodless face suddenly turned into an indifferent expression, which was ugly and a little scary.

He doesn't even count as a victim.

Because except for the first time that he couldn't resist desperately, he was disgusted and never refused again.

His life was given by Zhao Rongsen.

"He forced you, you hate him, so get revenge on me."

"No... no coercion, no hate, no revenge..."

Xie Rong no longer looked at Zhao Yuanqing, and his voice was more like talking to himself: "I'm just curious, if the skin of a couple who has been loving for decades can be so dirty, is there really no loyal and unswerving relationship in the world. Everyone is pretending, and no one knows when they go out anyway."

"I thought you were different from Ren Zhaoyuan, but then I saw the way you looked at Yu Nan..." Xie Rong stopped and laughed again, "It's really interesting, ha, the dazzling partner at home is true love, it's silly outside Bai Tian's idiot really likes it too.. Do you think you can hold back your whole life without me? Do you think—"

Zhao Yuanqing seemed to have been trampled on a painful foot, and took a few steps to lean over and grab Xie Rong's neck, even more ruthlessly than last time: "Shut up!"

Xie Rong really shut up, without saying a word, his pale face gradually showed a suffocating red, and the hand that had been behind him was weakly exposed.

Hands are full of blood.

Can't see the original color at all.

Zhao Yuanqing was so stimulated by Xie Rong's words after another that he almost lost his senses, and now he found that the dark brown carpet next to Xie Rong was extremely dark because it was soaked, and the air was full of blood.

"You're fucking crazy!" Zhao Yuanqing hurriedly let go of his bleeding arm and held on to the blood vessels, "Someone!! Zheng He!!"

The scene in front of Xie Rong became more and more blurred, Zhao Yuanqing's face gradually changed, getting smaller and smaller, and slowly overlapping with the once immature face.

"Who said you don't have a home."

"My home is your home."

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