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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Liu Fangfei's Tears
"Fei Fei!" Liu Father's tone was noticeably harsher. On the phone, Liu Fangfei heard her mother scolding her father for yelling at her.
Liu Father's voice softened slightly as he continued, "Fei Fei, there are many things you don't understand. That Wang Guodong is a local director. Although he has his issues, overall he's still a good person. If he really harmed you or hit you, I would be the first to not let him off." By the end, Liu Father's voice rose again.
Liu Fangfei felt a warmth in her heart. Liu Father continued, "He hasn't done anything to you; he's been taking good care of you with food and drink. Your identity is special. If you continue to report on this matter and try to ruin him, others will think I'm the one targeting him. Do you understand? I remember when you were very young, I told you the story of Li Hongzhang. He had a famous saying: 'Being in a high position is fraught with danger.' In short, this matter ends here; you are not allowed to report on it anymore..."
"Fei Fei, are you listening to me?" Seeing that Liu Fangfei was slow to respond, Liu Father pressed on.
"Yes, I'm listening."
Liu Fangfei scoffed lightly and asked, "Is this what you call politics?"
Liu Father did not answer that question but said, "Your mother will come home tomorrow; it's good for you to rest for a few days. Your dad and mom will be home to keep you company."
"Okay, I'm tired; I need to rest now," Liu Fangfei replied weakly, the earlier passion completely gone.
After hanging up the phone, Liu Fangfei sat in front of her computer in a daze for a long time. Finally, she steeled herself and dragged the document she had written into the Trash Bin and emptied it with a right-click. After deleting the document, Liu Fangfei edited a text message on her phone and sent it to Zhang Qiu. Suddenly, she collapsed onto her bed and began to cry uncontrollably.
While studying, Zhang Qiu felt his pocket vibrate and cautiously took out his phone to check. It was a message from Liu Journalist: "Zhang Qiu, I'm sorry. I can't continue with that report anymore. Please save my number; let's stay in touch from now on. Thank you."
Zhang Qiu was puzzled; previously Liu Journalist had been so determined to proceed with the report—how could she change her mind so quickly? After some thought, Zhang Qiu understood. Liu Fangfei was still a young girl; after experiencing so much, she must have been frightened. Not continuing with the report was fine; the first report had already made a significant impact. When he went to the office earlier, he even overheard two teachers discussing it.
Moreover, his uncle wasn't out of options; he had prepared another plan as well. Although Zhang Qiu didn't know what it was, he trusted his uncle. Once Wang Guodong fell, it would be time for a thorough reckoning with Liu Xiaolong and Liu Xiaofei.
In the western suburbs of Beilan County Town, inside a brightly lit duplex apartment in Longhu District, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her twenties hummed a cheerful tune in an open-style kitchen designed in European style. In front of her, a pot of boiling water contained noodles, which swirled around like fish in the sea.
The noodles were quickly cooked, and the woman added some vegetables and eggs, creating an appetizing sight. She carried the bowl of noodles into the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand.
On the bed leaned a man with a square face, around forty years old. His complexion was slightly flushed, and he was breathing heavily. The woman playfully scolded him, "Look at you, I told you not to drink too much, but you wouldn't listen. Eat some noodles; otherwise, you'll be hungry later."
"Wen," the man suddenly grasped one of her hands.
The woman blushed slightly and said, "You eat first; after dinner, we can..."
Wang Guodong smiled and released her hand, slowly moving from the center of the bed to the window. The woman helped him settle down as the tipsy Wang Guodong slurped up the noodles. Whenever he drank too much, he would choose to come to Wen's place. Unlike his wife at home who only knew how to complain, Wen took care of him with great thoughtfulness.
As Wang Guodong enjoyed the delicious noodles, he couldn't help but reminisce about when he first met Wen. At that time, he personally led a team to raid a bar where Wen was cowering in a corner, touching the softest part of his heart. Wang Guodong learned that Wen had dropped out of school in middle school to help her father work and earn tuition for her younger brother. Later, through introductions from villagers, she started working as a waitress at the bar. With her youth and beauty, she quickly established herself there.
In the following days, whenever Wang Guodong encountered troubles, he would suddenly think of Wen at the bar and drive over to see her. Although Wen made him open several bottles of expensive red wine, Wang Guodong felt happy; from then on, he often sought her out and even joked about marrying her.
At first, Wen had no intention of dating him. However, as she felt lost in this city without support and saw that this older man was wealthy and caring, she gradually agreed to be with him. Wang Guodong also confessed that he had a family, but Wen was still willing to follow him. The apartment they were in was Wang Guodong's love nest built for Wen.
Watching her beloved man enjoy the noodles she made filled her heart with warmth. She suddenly remembered her shopping trip that afternoon and said, "This afternoon, I went shopping..."
"What did you buy?" Wang Guodong asked with a smile.
"Some clothes," Wen Dao said. "By the way, I didn't use the card you gave me."
"Why?" Wang Guodong paused his chopsticks and turned to look at Wen, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"This card of yours doesn't have five thousand," Wen replied, handing back the card that Wang Guodong had given him. "I checked, and there are actually thirty thousand in it. Did someone ask you to help them with something? Can you do it? Shouldn't you return it to them?"
"Just keep it and spend it; it's fine," Wang Guodong smiled, not taking the card that Wen offered.
This card was given to him by a foreman from a construction company who wanted to bail out some migrant workers who had been arrested for fighting. Recently, there weren't enough workers at the site, which was delaying the project—a significant issue. However, for Wang Guodong, this wasn't a big deal at all. As long as no one was killed in a fight, it could be handled. Once the money was in place, everything would be fine.
After finishing his noodles, Wang Guodong pulled Wen into a bear hug. Wen giggled and said, "I need to take a shower first; I smell like alcohol, it's awful."
If anyone else dared to act like this, Wang Guodong would have already lost his temper, but Wen was different; he was willing to indulge her.
"Showering is no problem, but you'll have to help me wash," Wang Guodong said as he took Wen's hand and led her toward the bathroom.
Wen pretended to protest but still followed him into the bathroom with a smile...
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