lcionline Chapter 2468 - 1557: Supreme and Luminous Sun and Moon
Chapter 2468 - 1557: Supreme and Luminous Sun and Moon
Restraint.
So tactful,
yet so concise～
Actually, given our relationship, there’s no need to avoid certain things deliberately. Like putting on a coat, what does it count for? It’s not like I’m taking off someone else’s clothes. But the usually carefree guy who dares to pat the butt of a certain Bodhisattva Guanyin becomes exceptionally "reserved" when facing Qing Mei, as if fearing to be misunderstood.
Hmm.
It’s like the feeling of "no silver here, but there are three hundred taels."
"Speak if you’ve got something to say."
Someone exerting the authority of an elder brother, why bother to weave lies for his younger brother?
No need to explain at all.
"Bro, tell me, I promise not to spill anything..."
Hong Xiaoyu was persistent, feeling as if ants were crawling in his heart. Sister Fang Qing and cousin, he’d been watching them from behind for so many years, and now finally seeing something unusual, how could he not be excited and curious?
Jiang Chen raised his hand, pretending to knock on his head.
Hong Xiaoyu dodged.
"I have a girlfriend."
Jiang Chen said.
Hong Xiaoyu’s lips moved, fell into silence, and those simple five words seemed to quench his boiling thirst for knowledge and curiosity.
The brothers sat down.
"Bro, Uncle Fang came to my place again."
Hong Xiaoyu returned to the main topic, "He said he’s withdrawn the lawsuit."
"Hmm."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Hong Xiaoyu, of course, knew he was aware, but as the intermediary, he had to show his attitude; it’s inappropriate for mom, so it’s most suitable for him to take over.
"Bro, you’re not upset?"
Jiang Chen’s mouth curled up, "Life is like a play, gathering because of fate, supporting each other till old age is not easy, should we cherish more? Venting over minor issues, when you think about it later, why bother? Others get angry, I don’t; anger leads to illness with no one to blame, if I get sick, whose wish would come true, and it’s both exhausting and taxing..."
Hong Xiaoyu grinned; it was a song he proficiently recited even as a child and used to practice writing, "I feel the same, but my mom feels very sorry for Sister Fang Qing and Uncle Fang."
Jiang Chen tilted his head, smiling even more.
This kid has indeed grown up, starting to actively manage social relations for his parents.
"Do you think your mom was wrong?"
Hong Xiaoyu silently shook his head.
"Then that’s it. Aunt never intended to harm anyone. Besides, isn’t the matter resolved, even if it wasn’t quite as expected?"
"Bro, my mom had a fierce argument with Uncle Fang and made him take back everything he brought. They often bicker but never this harshly..."
"Learned some things in the workplace, using it all on me?" Jiang Chen teased, then said indifferently: "Aunt is aunt, Zhang Zhongquan is Zhang Zhongquan, their relationship doesn’t affect ours."
Hong Xiaoyu uttered an "Hmm," unable to help but say, "This time Uncle Fang went too far, having no sense of decency at all."
More than just lacking decency.
It’s treating everyone as stepping stones.
"People act selfishly; it’s understandable."
Hong Xiaoyu looked at his cousin, only to see indifferent calm.
It’s understandable.
But unforgivable.
Clearly.
The final ties have ended.
For his cousin, this barely intact familial bond has truly reached its end.
"Mom said those lawyers who originally helped Uncle Fang are now assisting other Greenfield Phase II homeowners to seek justice?"
Hong Xiaoyu didn’t attempt to speak kindly; someone who persuades you to be magnanimous without distinguishing between right and wrong is someone to keep distance from, lest you be caught up when divine retribution strikes.
His cousin was thorough in kindness and justice.
Besides.
Is a relative of significance to his cousin?
It’s not only blood relations that define family.
His cousin might not have many relatives, but he has plenty of family.
Like the family next door, from beginning to end, whether in poverty or wealth, they never abandoned his cousin.
"Hmm, but it doesn’t have much to do with Zhang Zhongquan, Sister Fang Qing witnessed injustice and wants Sha City to shine brightly."
Hong Xiaoyu showed admiration, muttering, "Sister Fang Qing is always so full of a sense of justice, so caring; when she was younger, she even helped elderly ladies cross the road."
Jiang Chen chuckled, "She probably wouldn’t dare to help now."
Hong Xiaoyu laughed, "Sister Fang Qing is a lawyer; she’s not afraid."
Meanwhile, as the brothers joked.
Downstairs.
This time, it’s not a coffin car.
After all, the tenant Hui has been sent to the mental health center for treatment, unable to act as a vanguard anymore.
Tonight it’s swapped for a GL8.
A bit more low-key, but just a bit.
Last time, they waited until late at night, but this time, eagerly arrived at eight.
Probably a bit vexed and disgraced.
Before even stopping, the car door opened, and a fuel odor rushed out.
In the dim night, a few burly men like ferocious wolves were about to get off with paint buckets, their fierce eyes fixated on the million-dollar sports car beside, expanding the target this time, seemingly not sparing this Maserati either.
Repainting costs way more than replacing an anti-theft door.
The men wore masks and white gloves, not to disguise identity, simply to prevent paint from harming themselves. Just as they crouched, ready to leap out of the vehicle, several ghostlike figures emerged beside the GL8, their origin unknown.
No verbal communication occurred.
Only visual clashes.
Soon.
Several spectral men boarded the car, reaching out to push back the burly men originally set to jump out.
Truly so unabashed.
"Bang!"
The door was closed again.
Then erupted fierce tremors.
Not long after, the driver’s seat door abruptly opened, yet strangely enough, the driver didn’t get out, a few seconds later, the driver’s hand extended and obediently shut the door again.
After idling for about a minute, the tranquil GL8 turned around and somehow left again.
"Bro, what’s with the paint?"
Having sat for over half an hour, Hong Xiaoyu exited his cousin’s home and turned on his phone’s flashlight, finally having a moment to notice the dim paint in the hallway.
"Take a close look, is this paint?"
"If it’s not paint, could it be blood?"
Hong Xiaoyu wasn’t fooled.
"Yes, it’s blood."
Jiang Chen paused at the door, the light from inside mingling with the hallway’s darkness on his face, creating a profound and eerie shadow effect.
Hong Xiaoyu’s heart skipped a beat out of nowhere, then he uneasily chuckled, "Bro, I’m off."
Jiang Chen nodded.
Hong Xiaoyu descended the stairs, deliberately avoiding the seemingly flowing "blood water."
Once his cousin turned the corner, Jiang Chen shut the door, returned inside, and moved to the window.
After a short while.
Hong Xiaoyu exited the building, his figure appearing downstairs, passing by the Maserati Quattroporte, utterly unaware of a GL8’s previous visit.
"Dingdong."
With a notification sound.
Jiang Chen watched Hong Xiaoyu’s figure fade away below, then pulled out his phone.
A video came through.
For Boss Jiang, the background setting was already part of his blood, having grown up here.
A mere ten-minute walk from Sanjian Courtyard to the Moat.
The photographer crouched by the shore.
The camera aimed at the shimmering moat surface.
Clearly visible, several unfortunate individuals were floundering intensely in the water, spray scattering like ridiculous ducks.
Over a decade ago, when Jiang Chen and the others were children, the moat was foul-smelling, its surface thick with trash, they’d even seen corpses retrieved before; in recent years, due to efforts in tourism and improvements in sanitation, the moat’s condition has significantly enhanced, yet soaking in it presumably still isn’t pleasant.
How so careless?
Watching the video for a while, Jiang Chen noticed another message.
From Qing Gege.
"Do you think I seem quite rustic?"
Jiang Chen’s mind flashed the image of pristine white double-breasted buttons.
A lawyer indeed needs to appear dignified.
He was about to reply, but his fingers hesitated on the keypad, then he slowly set the phone down, looking up at the night sky’s jade disc.
To the highest, most enlightened moon.
Closest yet furthest
Spouse?