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Zhong Kui's Diary
Yeh Rong screamed madly and charged at me again. This time, her momentum was even more ferocious, as if she had used all her strength. In desperation, I leaped forward and caught Yeh Rong, throwing her onto the sofa while shouting, "Get a grip!"
"Liars! You are a liar! My daughter is fine, Litong is definitely fine. Hurry up, you are deceiving me!" Yeh Rong continued to struggle desperately. Even I found it hard to hold her down; I truly didn't know where she got all that strength from. What was even more unsettling was the look in her eyes; there was almost no anger left, just a vacant stare like that of a dead person, and she herself seemed like a frenzied walking corpse.
"Qingcheng, give her some calming spell!" I yelled.
Upon hearing this, Qingcheng pinched the spell and was about to cast it when Guo'er quickly reached out to stop her: "Zheng Nan, you must let her vent. If not, she might really go insane."
Guo'er is a doctor, so she should know best about such matters. With her saying that, I had no choice but to hold Yeh Rong down tightly. In truth, I could easily knock her out with one punch, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Besides, if I knocked her out, she would eventually wake up. This kind of emotion needed to be released; otherwise, it would be detrimental.
About ten minutes later, Yeh Rong's strength gradually waned until she finally stopped struggling and collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably. Just when I was at a loss for what to do, Guo'er patted my shoulder. I looked up to see Guo'er nodding at me, signaling that I could let go.
I cautiously released Yeh Rong but remained highly alert; if she showed any signs of distress, I would immediately pounce on her to subdue her again.
Guo'er shook her head with a wry smile, took two tissues from the box, and sat beside Yeh Rong, gently patting her shoulder.
Yeh Rong, who had been crying loudly, lifted her head and paused slightly upon seeing the tissues in front of her. She took the tissues and immediately buried herself in Guo'er's arms, crying again. Guo'er was momentarily taken aback but then began to gently pat Yeh Rong's back.
After another ten minutes or so, Yeh Rong's cries began to soften into sobs and eventually turned into quiet sniffling until she actually fell asleep on Guo'er's shoulder.
The night passed without incident.
Around twenty o'clock the next day, Qingcheng woke me up from the sofa; Yeh Rong wanted to speak with me. I yawned and smacked my lips before finally recalling who Yeh Rong was.
I had no choice but to sleep on the sofa. This apartment has a layout of two bedrooms and a living room. Originally, there were two bedrooms, but I converted one into a study, which contains only one book—"Jin Ping Mei."
By the way, with the advancement of technology, many books in studies have become mere decorations. The most essential feature of a study now is a large computer desk and a decent computer. Whether it's for browsing online or watching videos, the computer comes in handy. The trend of reading physical books among people seems to be gradually fading away.
My study is no different; after placing a computer desk, there was no room for anything else. Because of this, my home only has one bed, so when guests come over, they can only sleep on the sofa.
Last night, Yeh Rong slept with Guo Er and Qing Cheng, which meant I was relegated to the living room sofa. In the middle of the night, I could hear them whispering inside. It wasn't that the soundproofing of the room was poor; it was just that I hadn't let Guo Er close the door. What if Yeh Rong went crazy? I would need to rush to their side immediately.
I shook my head, causing my neck to crack several times. Yeh Rong walked up to me and said hoarsely, "Zheng Nan, I'm sorry for the trouble last night."
"Don't mention it; it's nothing important," I replied while rubbing my nose.
"Guo Er arranged for me to work in Beijing..." Yeh Rong stopped speaking and glanced at Guo Er, a hint of gratitude flashing across her sorrowful face.
It seemed Guo Er planned to take her back to the Yang Family. That’s fine; I forced a smile and said, "Alright then, if anything comes up here, I'll contact you by phone."
As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it and wanted to slap myself twice. Her husband had left, and now her daughter was dead; what could she possibly have going on here?
"By the way, Zheng Nan, I know I'm a bad woman, and Guo Er has helped me. I shouldn't ask you for anything, but I still want to trouble you for a favor." Yeh Rong suddenly knelt down.
I hurried over to help her up. "Sister Ye, this isn't right. If there's something you need, just say it. I'll definitely help if I can."
Yeh Rong smiled sadly at me and said, "My ex-husband is Sha Zhiyuan; I don't know if you know him?"
I nodded to indicate that I did know him.
"I want to trouble you..." Yeh Rong hesitated.
"I understand. I'll find an opportunity to beat him up so badly that he won't even recognize himself!" I raised my chin, wearing a confident expression.
I wasn't bragging. In the past, if I had beaten up the wealthy Sha Zhiyuan, I would have faced retaliation from the Underworld. But now, I certainly didn't care. With Lingfeng backing me up in the Underworld and having a good relationship with Tang the Elder, plus my current combat skills being among the best, I wouldn't be intimidated even if he had bodyguards.
"Uh, Zheng Nan, what I mean is..." Yeh Rong stammered.
"Don't worry. I won't even need to lift a finger; he'll be crying for his mother," I assured her again.
I still wasn't exaggerating. The last time that Sima Sanguang was in Star City, if I asked him to take care of someone, he'd definitely give me face. After all, there was no one who enjoyed making others cry more than him.
"No, Zheng Nan, you misunderstood..." Yeh Rong quickly said.
"Do you want me to kill him?" I frowned. "That's not really appropriate. Although he's not a good person, he doesn't deserve to die!"
"Can you just let Sister Ye finish?" Guo'er shot me a glare.
"Actually, what I mean is, could you please take care of Sha Zhiyuan?" Yeh Rong finally finished her sentence, leaving us all stunned.
"I must have misheard. You're actually asking us to take care of him?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"I know it's hard for you to understand, but when I was with Zhi Yuan, we were truly in love. He treated me very well... This time it was because someone framed me, and since I couldn't resist temptation, I fell into the bad habit of drug use. All of this is my own doing," Yeh Rong couldn't help but start sobbing.
I wanted to shout that he hadn't shown up since Litong's incident, but saying that would only make Yeh Rong feel worse. I couldn't help but smile wryly and exchanged glances with Guo'er: "I can only promise you that I won't bully him. As for how others treat him, that's none of my business."
“Zheng Nan, he is really a good person…” Yeh Rong was about to kneel again.
I quickly pressed her back down onto the sofa, displeased, and said, “Sister Yeh, pressuring me like this is useless; it will only make me more disgusted. You might as well tell me who got you hooked on drugs. I’m quite interested in dealing with that person.”
“But I don’t know who that is,” Yeh Rong said softly.
“Yeh Rong, are you trying to protect him?” I was even more displeased and sneered, “Is it that simple? Did he just drop a bag of white powder on the ground, and you picked it up and ate it? Or does he always wear a mask during every transaction?”
“Zheng Nan, I really don’t know,” Yeh Rong said anxiously. “I don’t even know how I became addicted; I must have been drugged in my food gradually. After I became addicted, that person started supplying me, but he always came wearing sunglasses and a mask, dressed in a black coat. Other than knowing he’s a man and his height, I know nothing about him.”
“Oh? How tall is he?”
“About one meter eighty, I guess. By the way, he has a strange scar on his left chest that looks a bit like a Pentagram,” Yeh Rong suddenly remembered.
I looked at Yeh Rong suspiciously. If you saw the scar on his left chest, what else could you have missed?
“During one transaction, it happened to be raining. I was hiding in a corner to avoid the rain, and he didn’t notice me. He took off his black coat, and his white shirt got soaked and stuck to him, which is how I saw the Pentagram scar…” Yeh Rong explained.
The Pentagram scar is an easy clue to find; after all, not everyone has such a scar. However, it’s also hard to find. I can’t just see a man who is one meter eighty tall and say, ‘Hey buddy, can you show me your left chest?’
While I was pondering this, Yeh Rong lowered her head and didn’t dare look at me but said, “Actually, Zhi Yuan is really a good person…”
“I’m going out for breakfast. Call me when you arrive in Beijing!” I threw this line at Guo'er and fled in haste.
That night, I brought a stuffed doll to Lingfeng’s house; this was for Xinyan’s baby… Well, by the way, I’ll stay over for one night…
Time passes quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another week has gone by. After Guo'er and Qingcheng sent Yeh Rong to Beijing, they planned to stay there for about ten days before returning. As for me, even though I worked overtime at night, it seemed that the supernatural events in the company were avoiding me; not a single incident had occurred. Frustrated, I was considering whether to resign.
Having just finished work, I was too lazy to stay late and clocked out immediately. As soon as I reached downstairs, I received a call from Zeng Xian. He asked me to bring Fatty and hurry over to Odi for something important, but his tone sounded quite relaxed. When I jokingly asked what it was about, he refused to tell me.
I called Fatty, and we rushed over to Odi.
Odi is a large building owned by the Jin Family. It has seven floors, with the first ten floors being a comprehensive leisure area that includes dining, internet cafes, billiards, dance clubs, bars, massage services, spas, and karaoke. The floors above the eleventh are hotel rooms, convenient for people to go upstairs after enjoying activities downstairs.
As we approached the Spa Center, I saw Zeng Xian talking to two of his subordinates at the front desk with two beautiful women. The women were blushing and occasionally giggling shyly.
"I don't think the saying 'life is about movement' is very accurate. As the saying goes, 'the turtle lives for thousands of years while the tortoise lives for ten thousand,' and they both just stay motionless at the bottom of the water, right?" I overheard Zeng Xian making a bold statement.
Unable to hold back a laugh, Zeng Xian turned around upon seeing me and quickly invited us to the lounge. Before leaving, Fatty shamelessly told the receptionist, "That guy knows nothing at all; actually, life is about pulling/moving!"
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