Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 242 I have a chapter I want to talk to you alone

When Xie Jincheng stepped into the gate of the old house, the copper bells on the eaves were knocked by the autumn wind and made a series of clear sounds.

He stopped at the door with hanging flowers, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the gilded buttons on his cuffs, listening to the laughter coming from the main hall.

"...Thank you, Grandpa. My grandpa's birthday is coming up in a few days. I came here this time because of my grandpa's request to invite you to the banquet."

"Okay, okay, it's been more than ten years since we last met."

The old man laughed constantly, holding the yellowed old photo with his old fingers, and his fingertips repeatedly traced the creases at the corners.

The photo shows two young men standing side by side by the Huangpu River. Now, one of them lives in seclusion, and the other is far away in the south of the Yangtze River. They are just like the Junshan Silver Needle floating in the teacup, looking at each other from afar across half a century of rain and mist.

"By the way, Chizuru, will you come along then?"

"Forget it. Look, I have difficulty walking and am in a wheelchair."

Shen Qianhe's voice was as clear as a spring and contained a hint of sweetness.

Somehow, Xie Jincheng suddenly remembered that she was curled up in his arms last night and spoke in such a soft tone.

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his foot to crush the broken shadows of the sycamore trees on the ground. He lifted the Xiangfei bamboo curtain, and the warm fragrance that came to his face was mixed with the chestnut fragrance of Longjing and the sweetness of rose crisps.

The old man looked up, and before the smile wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could be closed, his eyes swept across his frosty face, and the corners of his mouth sank a little: "Are you willing to come?"

Shen Qianhe was curled up in the peacock blue velvet sofa, the hem of her moon-white cheongsam had slipped halfway down, revealing her slender ankles wrapped in white medical gauze.

When she saw him, her fingertips pulled a few wrinkles on the thin blanket, but her glass-like eyes were sparkling.

"Husband~"

The ending sound swirls and lands on the tip of people's hearts.

"I called you this morning but your phone was turned off. The crab roe cakes that Mr. Fu brought from Haicheng are almost cold."

She complained, but her toes hidden under the blanket secretly hooked the leg of his trousers.

Xie Jincheng let out a low laugh and deliberately sat down next to her knees, bringing with him a gust of cold cedar scent.

"There was a sudden change in the merger and acquisition case, so we held an emergency meeting for the whole morning."

He loosened his dark green tie with one hand, revealing the light red scratches below his Adam's apple, and his peripheral vision caught the sudden reddening tips of Shen Qianhe's ears with satisfaction.

His bony hand rested on her knees, and his fingertips rubbed the slit of her cheongsam twice. As she wished, she felt the skin under his palm suddenly tighten.

The old man coughed heavily, and the celadon cup clanged against the huanghuali table.

"If you want to get bored, go back to your own homes!"

Having said that, he pushed the box of gilded crabapple and said, "Qianhe specially saved these crab cakes for you, why don't you eat them quickly."

Xie Jincheng glanced at the crab cakes on the table, then glanced at Fu Huaizhi with a playful look, then suddenly leaned over, his lips brushing Shen Qianhe's earlobe: "Your foot is still injured, why didn't you tell me that you came to this dangerous place alone?"

His breath seemed to be filled with honey, but his hands fiercely pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

"From now on, you are not allowed to come to the old house without my permission. Do you understand?"

Shen Qianhe looked puzzled when he heard this. "Didn't you send me a message to come to the old house? I thought we were going to have lunch together here at noon, so I came here early."

"I?"

"Yes, you said you would go back to the old house for lunch, so I came here early..."

Xie Jincheng frowned slightly when he heard this.

He reached his slender fingers into the inner pocket of his suit, and when his fingertips touched the cold case of the phone, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

He subconsciously took out his cell phone to check if there were any missed messages or calls, but found that his phone had been turned off without him noticing.

He pressed and held the power button, and the moment the screen lit up, his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was an unfamiliar landscape photo on the screen, which was not his usual wedding photo with Shen Qianhe.

"It was switched..."

He whispered to himself, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Thinking back carefully, the last time he used his cell phone was in the hospital. After he discussed the details of the operation with Director He, he went to the ward to check on He Yang.

Suddenly, Xie Jincheng remembered!

As he entered the room, he bumped into a nurse.

The nurse was wearing a mask, revealing only her eyes, and the medicine on the cart fell to the ground...

"Could it be that time..."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the phone.

The nurse's movements seemed flustered, but she accurately avoided all blind spots of the surveillance.

Now that I think about it, the place where the medicine bottle fell on the cart just happened to block the view of his phone.

If that's the case, there are enemy spies in the hospital!

Thinking of this, Xie Jincheng's eyes darkened.

This news must be conveyed to Director He and the action team as soon as possible.

Shen Qianhe glanced at the phone screen and understood instantly.

She originally thought it was a bit strange that Xie Jincheng had quietly sent her a message asking her to go back to the old house, because Xie Jincheng had told her that things were not going well at the old house recently and that she should not come there unless necessary.

She moved closer to Xie Jincheng and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by a gentle voice.

Fu Huaizhi had a gentle smile on his face, "I've heard of the Seventh Master's name for a long time, and today I finally met him in person."

Xie Jincheng opened his thin lips slightly, and a polite and distant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His tone was straightforward but graceful: "Sorry, I have some personal matters to deal with at home today, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to stay for long."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room became subtle and tense.

Mr. Xie's face looked a little gloomy, and a barely perceptible cloud of darkness crept up onto his brows.

He coughed lightly a few times, with a hint of deliberateness in his voice.

"Jincheng, Huaizhi is the grandson of an old comrade of mine. He came to the capital this time just to invite an old man like me. It is reasonable for us to invite him to dinner and show our hospitality."

Xie Jincheng's face remained calm when he heard this, "Dad, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

His tone was neither cold nor hot, but his words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and making Mr. Xie feel guilty again and again.

"What day?"

Mr. Xie's brain worked quickly, and he went over all the important dates in his mind, but he really couldn't remember what special day today was.

Fu Huaizhi sat upright on a rosewood armchair, his eyes fixed on the intimate figures of Xie Jincheng and Shen Qianhe.

He looked at Xie Jincheng's arms around Shen Qianhe's waist, and the wall of the celadon cup was almost crushed by him.

The tea had already gone cold, but it was not as cold as the chill in his heart.

Although the resentment in his heart was surging like a turbulent undercurrent, he still had a decent and polite smile on his face.

"Oh, in that case, I won't bother you any more."

Fu Huaizhi's voice was gentle and calm, as if all the emotional fluctuations just now had never existed.

He stood up and turned to face Mr. Xie, his eyes revealing sincerity and respect, "Grandpa Xie, thank you for your hospitality, see you next time."

Mr. Xie looked at Fu Huaizhi. Although he was reluctant to leave, he still waved his hand gently and sighed helplessly, "Okay, come often in the future."

Just as Fu Huaizhi was about to step out of the door, he suddenly turned around.

"Chizuru."

His voice was very light, but it made the air in the living room stagnate.

"I have something to say to you alone."