Everyone was laughing from ear to ear. The next day was Saturday and Wei Jing did not have any classes. Therefore, he quickly packed his things and went home.
When he arrived home, it was about five o 'clock in the afternoon. The sun was still scorching hot. As soon as he entered the house, a gust of cool air hit his face. Wei Jing subconsciously let out a comfortable sigh. Wei Zhe was still not home. There were only a few servants cleaning the living room in the villa.
When they saw Wei Jing, they greeted him softly.
Wei Jing sat in the living room, took out his phone, and logged into Flying Pigeon. After the rapid development of the Internet in the past few years, Flying Pigeon's commercial value had been repeatedly developed. Now, it was immeasurable. As one of the earliest batch of old players of Flying Pigeon, Wei Jing had been working hard to develop his account over the years. Now, his fans had exceeded five million.
Although he could not be compared to those celebrities who had millions of fans, he was still doing well. Many companies had approached him to advertise, but he had rejected all of them.
He was now considered a somewhat famous mangaka. His serialized comic had already been published and was selling well. However, Wei Jing felt awkward every time he had to attend a signing event. Firstly, his brother did not want him to go as it was too tiring. Secondly, Wei Jing did not want to travel around. As a result, his appearance was still a mystery to the outside world.
However, no matter what. His readers were still very cute. They kept calling him Mrs.. Wei Jing could not help but laugh when he saw them.
It's just that today … something's not right!
When he opened the comments section of Flying Pigeon, he saw that a group of people were discussing a new artist named Xiao Yiyuan.
I am Yiyuan's Wife: I think this drawing is not bad. It looks like my husband Yiyuan! Hehehe!! Does this count as fate
Hey hey hey: It's true! Both of their drawings are good. I like both of their drawings. I love you. Heart to heart!
I don't want to talk: What the hell is this? Who is Yiyuan? Is there anyone who can help me with this? Am I too behind the times? I'm so confused!
Flowers: I … I'm not sure either!
I am Yiyuan's Wife: I'm the wife who recently drew 'Life is like a game of chess'! Super high yield. Most importantly … he's super handsome!! She really liked him. She was obsessed with his looks and had already been conquered by him.
Soft blanket: I went to take a look. He's really handsome. Flying pigeon – Tranquility Yiyuan.
Hey, hey, hey … I'm going to betray him and become his fan.
Electric Heart: Upstairs, you are not alone.
My procrastination disorder is acting up again: It's not good for you guys to discuss other people on Mrs. Jing Yuan's Weibo like this! That was a little rude!
I'm Yiyuan's wife: We were just joking. Why are you so angry? What do you mean by impolite? I think you're the most impolite person in the world.
When Summer Will Be Over: The comment above is so logical. Is Yiyuan trying to use our wife as a stepping stone? Hahaha!
Soft blanket: What do you mean? Our Mrs. Yiyuan needs to step on others to get ahead. Don't tell me you guys want to ride on our popularity! My wife is much hotter than your wife, okay?
His procrastination was acting up again: [Get lost, then why are you complaining on my wife's Weibo? There's something wrong with you!
'I'm Yiyuan's wife,' thought Gu Nianjia. 'She is so good at scolding people.'
Paper towel salute: … Passerby, but it's really not good to scold people like this! It's easy to make trouble for your wife. '
… …
… … …
Wei Jing was confused as he looked at the noisy comments. 'What the hell? Ning Yiyuan? I don't even know this person. ' He wanted to send a messenger pigeon to ease the tension. However, if he did not do it right, it might lead to a fight.
Just as Wei Jing was thinking about what to do, he received a call from his agent.
Ahem! That's right, it was his manager, and it was someone that his big brother had specially found for him. The promotion and publication of his works all depended on this person.
"You are on the hot search list," the agent said straightforwardly. "Don't say anything. Leave it to us. I will also ask someone to take down the hot search list. Don't panic. Leave it to me."
Wei Jing thought, 'I don't panic!' "What's going on?" He asked curiously.
"Someone wants to use you as a stepping stone. That's why he hired the Internet Water Army to stir up trouble." The agent sneered.
In his heart, he felt pity for this person. Of all the people in the world, he had to choose Wei Jing. Who would be able to do anything to him? Wei Jing nodded. This was very common in his previous life. He did not know how to handle it himself. Therefore, he left it to his agent.
Anyway … All he needed to do was to draw.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Jing rubbed his stomach. He was starving. Then, he ran to the kitchen and stuffed a box of pastries into his mouth. His mouth was stuffed to the brim, and his cat eyes were looking around casually, like a little hamster that was stocking up on food.
"Don't eat so many pastries."
A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Wei Jing turned his head and saw a man in his twenties walking over from the door step by step. His hair was split into a simple thirty-seven, and his hair was pure black. A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes appeared in front of everyone without any cover. He had a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets … This was a face so handsome that it took people's breath away.
Wei Jing placed the pastries on the coffee table. He rubbed his stomach and said pitifully, "Elder brother, I'm hungry."
"If you're hungry, you can eat some fruit. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat later," Wei Zhe said. He had already sat down beside Wei Jing.
"I can eat. I'm still growing. I need a lot of food. I can eat it no matter how much it is." Wei Jing quickly raised his hand to vote. Ahem! Anyway, he could not admit that he was full.
"Little liar." The man's voice was as doting as usual. His dark eyes reflected his figure. "You haven't grown taller since last year, right?"
Wei Jing: "… Elder brother, how did you know?"
"What don't I know about you?" Wei Zhe asked.
Wei Jing: "…"
Okay, there's nothing wrong with that.
Wei Jing had been living with Wei Zhe all these years. There were no secrets between the two of them. Although they were no longer related by blood, they were closer than in their previous life. Since he was reborn, he had to learn a lesson and not make the same mistake as in his previous life.
The two of them went to the study after having dinner as usual. One of them was painting while the other was dealing with official business.
It was unusually harmonious.
***
The Xu family.
Li Fei sat in the study with a gloomy expression. His dark eyes revealed a sense of despair and violence. The weather in September was still hot, but his heart was very cold. It was as cold as the North Pole.
"… I really want to kill that man." He spoke. Those few words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. They carried a terrifying determination.
"What are you talking about?" Xu Jiaming spoke. His brows were deeply furrowed, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. "Take it slow. You can't ruin yourself for him. You're still young, and you still have a bright future ahead of you."
"How can I endure it?" He asked and laughed bitterly. "I'm 23 this year and he's 45. Let's just assume that he can only live until he's 60. Then I'll have to endure for 15 years. I can't even endure a day now. How can there be such a shameless person in this world?"
If Li Fei was in another profession, it would have been fine. However, he was an artist and a rather famous one at that.
His parents have long been divorced, and his father hasn't come back for many years. They, mother and son, have had a hard time, but the days are still going on. A few years ago, Li Fei's father suddenly came back from who knows where. He opened his mouth and asked Li Fei to take out the money, saying that he owed money outside. He is his son, and it's only right for the son to pay his father's debts.
Li Fei's parents were divorced, but he was still his son.
The group of loan sharks knew that they could not get any money from Li Fei's father, so they turned their attention to Li Fei.
They blocked the door, went to the school, threatened … They could do anything. Even if it was a lawsuit, Li Fei and his family could not win. In addition, Li Fei's mother was frightened by this group of loan sharks. She cried and begged Li Fei to give them money. Nearly one million yuan had not only emptied Li Fei's pockets at that time, but also left him with a debt of more than 200,000 yuan.
Some things, once started, could not be stopped.
After Li Fei's father tasted the sweetness of success, he began to borrow money continuously. The small amount was a few hundred yuan and the large amount was a few hundred thousand yuan. These debts were always paid by Li Fei.
Because of this, Li Fei, an artist who had become famous at a young age, had not saved a single cent for many years. The only house he had was bought with a loan.
He was his father. Just this alone was enough to make Li Fei suffocate. He was full of resentment. He even hated his own mother a little. Why did she have to compromise in the first place? The debts kept coming, making it hard for him to breathe.
Xu Jiaming took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep puff. He also wanted to help Li Fei! But he could not help at all in this kind of situation!
"You should leave for a while first!" After a long time, he said, "There is a Sino-French exchange meeting soon. It will take about three months. You should go and lie low for a while. When the time comes, if you really can't do it, you can emigrate. First, you can settle down for a few years so that he can't find you. But in this case …"
An artist also needed a reputation. If he did not appear for a few years, his reputation would definitely decline greatly.
"I'll take it one step at a time!" He laughed bitterly. "Then I'll go home first."
"Don't go back. Just have dinner at my place," Xu Jiaming said.
Li Fei hesitated for a moment, then agreed. He did not want to go home either. The atmosphere at home was too depressing. His mother only knew how to cry, and his father who would come to ask for money for no reason. Sometimes, Li Fei would wonder if he had done something wrong in his previous life. That was why he had such a father.
He tasted nothing for dinner. He could not even maintain a fake smile.
When Li Fei left, he met the little girl next door. She was a very cute little girl. He could not hide the tiredness in his voice. "Long time no see. How's your study?"
"What! Why are you like my parents? You always like to ask this. " Nie Ningle mumbled. She smiled and her eyes curved. "Brother Li Fei, I've started to learn painting recently, but I can't draw well. Can you teach me?"
"Sorry, I'm busy right now." Li Fei casually glanced at the painting in the girl's hand. It was probably because she did not draw well. The painting was very dirty, and it was all about basic skills. He was really tired today and was not in the mood to teach anyone.
"Oh! Then Brother Li Fei, take care! " Nie Ningle's little face suddenly shrank. She looked at the young man's figure reluctantly as he walked further and further away.
The girl's shadow was very long under the street lamp, just like the love hidden deep in her heart.
***
When Wei Jing went to the Xu family's house on the weekend, he found the atmosphere very depressing. He wanted to ask something. Unfortunately, Xu Jiaming always smiled and changed the topic. In Wei Jing's memory, he was almost 20 years old when Li Fei killed his father. Therefore, he still had time now.
He was learning painting in the studio as usual. Xu Jiahui had matured a lot over the years. He sat beside Wei Jing and was immersed in a sea of exercises.
Wei Jing glanced at him and teased, "Why are you working so hard?"
"I'm going to be a police officer. Of course, I have to work hard." He looked back at Wei Jing. His heart throbbed slightly because of that exquisite face. It was not obvious, so he did not notice it.
People with dreams were always willing to fight for their dreams.
Wei Jing mixed the paints and pretended to say casually, "What do you think of the Air Force uniform? It looks very cool and stylish. "
"No." Xu Jiahui shook his head without thinking, "I just want to be a police officer who serves the people."
Xu Jiaming's sullen face finally looked better when he heard this. He also teased, "Then why don't you hurry up and study? You're already in the second year of high school. It'll be embarrassing if you can't get into the military academy."
"Dad, don't worry. I, your son, will definitely pass this test." Xu Jiahui gave himself a thumbs up.
Wei Jing was speechless. His heart was so tired!
He deliberated for a while before he slowly and carefully said, "Teacher! I just think that it's too dangerous to be a police officer. Wasn't there news a few days ago about terrorists attacking the police? Look at this … "
Xu Jiahui and Xu Jiaming stopped what they were doing at the same time. The air seemed to freeze. After a long time, Xu Jiaming sighed heavily. He looked at his son with a serious expression. His eyes were filled with wisdom and maturity. "Are you sure your dream is to be a police officer?"
Xu Jiahui was influenced by his father. His expression became serious as well. "I'm very sure."
"No regrets." He continued to ask.
"No regrets." This was Xu Jiahui's answer.
"Okay, I understand. I hope that no matter how much pain and suffering you go through in the future, you will remember this." Xu Jiaming said, "As a parent, I definitely hope that my son can walk a stable path. But if this is your dream, then I can only support it."
He continued, "I only hope that in the future, no matter what, you will have to be careful and not put yourself in danger."
"Yes." Xu Jiahui's eyes were already filled with tears. He wiped his face. "Dad, don't worry. I will be fine."
Wei Jing's feelings were complicated. As a father, Xu Jiaming had done a good job. He respected his son's opinion. Xu Jiahui wanted to be a police officer. He was working hard for his dream. Such a person was worthy of respect.
But … as a friend, Wei Jing didn't want Xu Jiahui to die in the line of duty.
And now, his words of advice had strengthened Xu Jiahui's conviction. Could the future really be changed? Wei Jing thought with uncertainty.
No, no, no! Wouldn't his and Big Brother's lives change? Hard work would always pay off.
***
In the magnificent hall, Wei Zhe walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor. He pushed open the door to a private room. There was already a group of people inside. He had a polite fake smile on his face. "Sorry, I'm late."
"No, we just arrived," Zhao Wanwan said with a smile.
The private room was very big. Wei He, Wei Yuhui, and the others were all present. Beside them sat a woman in her early twenties. She had exquisite makeup on her face, and her eyes were full of joy. She couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear. She was the woman that Wei He had chosen for marriage at Wei Jing's 18th birthday party — Wei Rourou.
The husband she had chosen was from a nouveau riche family. His family was rich, but they didn't have connections and couldn't enter the upper-class circle.
One of them was short of money, while the other was short of status. They hit it off immediately and got married.
This party was held for the two of them. Wei Zhe had become estranged from the Wei family because of what had happened to Wei Jing. He sat in his seat and sipped his tea. He looked like a passer-by as he watched this "transaction" between the two of them.
Jing An had developed rapidly over the years. Now, in terms of power, they were probably slightly stronger than the Wei family.
When Wei He saw this, he still wanted to invite Wei Zhe back, even though he still held some grudges over what had happened in the past. Wei He could see clearly that Wei Yuhui was a person who could preserve what he had, but he couldn't expand!
Wei He had come this time because he wanted to get closer to Wei Zhe. At the very least, he wanted to push the Wei family into Wei Zhe's hands and make him accept the Wei family. He was almost 50 years old and didn't have much energy left. Now, Wei Yuhui was handling most of the company's affairs.
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere was lively.
When the groom's family saw that Wei He and Wei Zhe had come to this party, they were overjoyed. This meant that … the Wei family had taken a liking to this marriage alliance! As a result, they had a higher opinion of Wei Rourou.
When Wei Rourou saw this, the smile on his face became even more gentle and charming.
Why had she raised her opinion to Wei He and asked him to take this opportunity to invite Wei Zhe over for a chat? Wasn't it to raise her status? Every man for himself. Just because she was an illegitimate daughter, just because her mother was not favored, she had to suffer so much.
Compared to Wei Yuhui, she was practically a beggar.
On the other hand, Wei Rourou quite liked Wei Zhe. Wei Zhe had relied on himself to create such a big company like Jing An. The gap between them was too big, so there was no jealousy. All that was left was admiration and admiration.
Halfway through the party, Wei Zhe went to the washroom.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He was a young man in his twenties with handsome features. He was tall, had broad shoulders, long legs, and an eight-pack abs. Oh! His stupid rabbit was going to grow up in five months. How was he going to confess without scaring him?
He felt that time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the green fruit was about to ripen.
"Xiao Zhe, what a coincidence!" Wei Yuhui appeared behind Wei Zhe in a silver-gray suit. There was a hint of arrogance and sharpness in his eyes. He was completely different from the honest and honest man he had been a few years ago. "I didn't expect you to come to the party. I thought you wouldn't be interested in the Wei family's assets."
"The Wei family's assets are not a small sum. I don't think there are many people in the world who wouldn't be interested in them." After washing his hands, Wei Zhe picked up a towel to wipe off the water droplets. He glanced at the man nonchalantly. "Can't you tell just by looking at how much effort you've put in?"
Wei Yuhui's face contorted slightly. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice as he said fiercely, "The Wei family belongs to me."
"You're going to give the illegitimate child the family assets that were stolen from him?" Wei Zhe's words undoubtedly stabbed Wei Yuhui in the heart. "Sounds like a good idea. Unfortunately …" He smiled. "If it were anyone else, I would have let it go. But you …"
His eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. "Don't even think about it."
"Let's wait and see," said Wei Yuhui.
The two of them were at each other's throats when a phone suddenly rang in the toilet cubicle. They both looked over at the same time and said in unison, "Who is it?"
There was complete silence.
After a few seconds, the cubicle door was pushed open. A male waiter in a white shirt and black vest walked out with his head lowered. His face was covered by his hair. He said timidly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you."
"Why are you lowering your head if you didn't mean to? Raise your head. "Wei Yuhui's voice was vicious.
"I …" The man was conflicted and hesitant. His fair hands were intertwined with each other.
"Haha! I think you did it on purpose, didn't you? " Wei Yuhui stepped over and grabbed the young man's shirt with his thick hands. He pulled the young man's head up. The young man had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. There were tears in his eyes, and his face was as delicate as a doll's.
Wei Zhe's indifferent gaze froze. He couldn't help but shout, "Wei Min, what are you doing here?"
"… You recognize me?" Wei Min's eyes widened in disbelief. As the saying goes, a woman changes eighteen times between childhood and womanhood. In fact, men were the same. The sixteen-year-old Wei Min and the six-year-old Wei Min had changed more than a little. It was as if they were completely different people.
Wei Zhe was speechless.
If he hadn't been reborn, he wouldn't have recognized him.
Wei Zhe looked Wei Min up and down. He frowned and said in disbelief, "You don't have money?" Otherwise, why would he come here to work?
"I do." Wei Min's smile was a little embarrassed. Wei He didn't lack money for him, but he also didn't give him a lot of money. Recently, he had been obsessed with photography. He wanted to buy a camera, but he didn't have enough money. After being recommended by a friend, he specially came here to work.
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