“Your Brother Ran Away—”
Jun Yueyue had long since been unable to endure it anymore.
If Old Master Jun had not kept turning his schemes toward Fang Anyu, she absolutely would not have used this kind of method. Although after surviving in the apocalypse for so long, her moral bottom line had been stretched without limit, unless she had no other choice, she did not want to do things like this.
If she were still alone like in her previous life, she would not have to worry so much. There really would be nothing to fear.
But now she had Fang Anyu.
Jun Yueyue was afraid.
Afraid of immediate karmic retribution, whether it landed on her or on Fang Anyu.
People were like this. Once they had something precious, they became sensitive and fragile.
But what she feared even more was that if she truly did something wicked, she would no longer be worthy of her spotless Fang lotus.
He was so clean that he made others feel ashamed of themselves.
So this time, even though the malice was fake and the so-called threat was fabricated out of thin air, she was merely too impatient.
When Old Master Jun finally signed and pressed his fingerprint, when the Jun family, without any ceremony, silently fell into Jun Yueyue’s hands in this dark weather where it was impossible to tell day from night, Jun Yueyue stared at Old Master Jun as he breathed through an oxygen mask.
Seeing his eyes darken in an instant, she feared she might actually anger him to death.
Although she was unwilling and wanted to anger him a while longer, in the end, she explained.
“My sister is in Qiuhai City. Li Li and she have known each other since they were young. They liked each other when they were little.”
Jun Yueyue looked at Old Master Jun’s gaze as he turned toward her and spread her hands.
“You’ve never once matched the right mandarin ducks. But don’t worry. Li Li went to pick her up. He’ll only hold her in his hands and cherish her in his mouth. He won’t do anything to her. Li Li just sent me a message. He booked the best western restaurant in Qiuhai City. They should be on a date right now.”
Old Master Jun was still breathing oxygen, but his eyes widened as if he had not expected this to be the case.
During this period, Old Master Jun truly had become far too thin. He was nothing but skin and bones. Jun Yueyue pursed her lips and, in the end, felt a little unable to bear it.
“I won’t do anything to Yu’er. I’ll even think of every possible way to take good care of her for the rest of her life. Rest assured, I’m not as deranged as you imagine, and I don’t intend to anger you to death.”
Jun Yueyue said, “I simply don’t like being pushed this hard. Besides, you can order me around, torment me, and make things difficult for me all you like.”
Jun Yueyue was puzzled, and her tone carried obvious irritation.
“Why did you have to torment Fang Anyu? He’s deaf and mute. He’s locked up at home and can’t even leave unless he jumps off a building. Why did you have to make things hard for him? To put it bluntly, you’re committing a sin.”
Old Master Jun pushed away the hand of the medical worker beside him. The oxygen was removed, and he took large breaths. Perhaps because he knew his precious granddaughter was fine, his whole body finally recovered somewhat.
After calming down, he said, “Do you think it’s that easy to be the person in power?”
Old Master Jun said, “You like him… then he is your weakness. Even if I don’t do this, sooner or later, you’ll be dragged down by him…”
Jun Yueyue frowned slightly.
The difference between her and Old Master Jun’s views was like a heavenly chasm. They could not meet at all.
There was truly no need for her to explain to him what kind of thick armour she would use to protect this weakness, or how ecstatic she was because of this weakness.
But after thinking about it, Jun Yueyue still said, “Have you never, for one person, thrown everything aside? Think about how you felt at that time. Maybe then you’ll understand us juniors.”
Jun Yueyue sounded even more like a weathered old man than Old Master Jun.
“A person’s lifetime is truly too short. If you have someone you care about, something you care about, yet still keep hesitating and worrying, once you miss it, it’s hard to get another chance to start over.”
Jun Yueyue only said this with emotion.
After saying it, she did not even look at Old Master Jun’s expression. She merely gathered up the documents, instructed the medical staff to take good care of Old Master Jun, and then impatiently left.
Because of that one sentence, however, Old Master Jun remained stiff for a very long time.
He recalled the time when he had ignored his family’s obstruction, even his mother threatening to die, and insisted on marrying the girl he loved.
But that road had been too difficult.
It was not something that could be described merely as hardship and danger. In the face of money, even brothers became enemies.
Along the way, he had personally trampled the brothers he had grown up with one by one into the mud, leaving them unable to turn over. He had stood trembling in the position of head of the Jun family.
But later, he still had not protected the woman he loved.
Not only that, he had not even protected the lives of his daughter and son-in-law. Even his little granddaughter had been implicated and become like that.
At the end of his life, only an elderly maidservant who resembled his former lover remained by his side, letting him look at her every day for a small measure of comfort.
That road was truly too difficult.
It was precisely because he knew how difficult it was that he would rather become the villain and make sure his two granddaughters did not sink into romantic feelings. That was why he valued the bond between them even more.
Old Master Jun truly could not bear to see relatives turn against one another while enemies clapped their hands.
He slowly lay down and put the oxygen mask back on.
His emotions had fluctuated too violently. He had always been afraid to recall the past. Every step he had taken along the way had contained too little happiness. There was more countless heaviness, burden, and omnipresent wariness.
If he had to choose again, he absolutely would not, because of a moment of heart-stirring affection back then, drag an innocent girl onto such a bloody road.
He would choose the other kind of marriage.
One arranged by his parents. A marriage of equal family status, mutual benefit, ordinary even if only harmonious on the surface, and one that no one could easily shake.
That way, at least he would not have had to watch the woman he loved forcefully shed her youth and innocence, grit her teeth through ridicule and hidden exclusion, and learn to move through upper society.
Nor would he have had to watch her, even after trying so hard, still be swept into that enormous whirlpool of power too early and crushed to pieces.
Old Master Jun looked at the ceiling. Beneath the breathing mask, a helpless smile suddenly appeared.
His daughter was like him. His granddaughter was also like him.
She had even staged a forced abdication, all for the sake of a fool.
She still refused to believe the road he had paved for her and insisted on dragging along that person who did not even have the ability to protect himself…
Fine.
Old Master Jun closed his eyes.
He finally set down the thousand-jin burden that had pressed on him for his entire life and drifted into a heavy sleep.
After Jun Yueyue left, she and the lawyer beside her split up into two routes.
She had long since arranged a car. She headed straight toward Qiuhai City.
She was going to pick up her treasure.
After getting into the car, Jun Yueyue took out her phone.
It was the one that had been smashed to pieces when Fang Anyu jumped off the building and landed on her last time. She had asked someone to find that shop owner and repair it.
The shop owner had advertised eight years of warranty, damn it, but when he replaced the screen, he charged more than three hundred. Too much of a dog. When the phone was new, a pair had cost eight hundred. Split between two, that was only four hundred.
False advertising!
A scam!
But Jun Yueyue still repaired it. After all, once she had got used to this phone, every other phone, no matter how expensive, felt awkward.
However, after it was repaired, what annoyed her was that the interface was actually different from before. And the tiny pointer beside the battery display was also gone.
When she asked the shop owner, he vaguely said he had forgotten to set it up and that it would not affect normal use. When she called again, he did not answer and even turned off his phone.
Jun Yueyue decided that when she had time, she definitely had to find a few muscular strongmen to go to that little broken shop and scare that owner.
But right now, she did not have time to care about any of that.
She took out her phone and messaged Fang Anyan, telling him that she had already dealt with all the messy matters and was coming to pick up his brother now.
Fang Anyan still did not reply.
Jun Yueyue waited for a while, then directly called him. But the other side said his phone was turned off.
Had he put her on the blacklist again?
Jun Yueyue borrowed the driver’s phone and called again. It was still turned off.
So Fang Anyan’s phone really was off…
His family’s whole mess wished it could operate twenty-four hours a day. How could he turn off his phone?
Jun Yueyue hung up in confusion. Aside from Fang Anyan, she had no way to contact anyone else, so she could only temporarily suppress her emotions.
In any case, she was already on the way.
It would not be long before she could openly and properly take Fang Anyu away.
If those two old bastards of the Fang family disagreed, Jun Yueyue would threaten to withdraw the project.
These past few days, she had not only clarified everything in the Jun family, she had also thoroughly understood the Fang family’s current situation. She had even drafted a contract with all kinds of generous conditions attached.
This time, she was going to buy Fang Anyu out of the Fang family!
Buy him out.
Then he would no longer have any relationship with those two old bastards of the Fang family.
From now on, he would belong only to her!
The more Jun Yueyue thought about it, the more excited she became.
She kept urging the driver to go faster. Her gaze, excited, looked at the scenery continuously retreating outside the window. Never before had she felt as relaxed and comfortable as she did at this moment.
To her, everything had almost settled into place.
Holding the folder, she leaned against the back seat of the car. Without realising it, her consciousness grew hazy.
She had another dream.
Jun Yueyue had had this dream before. Only, last time, it had been from the perspective of an observer. This time, she was truly seeing from Jun Yue’s perspective.
It was still the original plot from the book.
She was the eldest miss of the Jun family, madly in love with Fang Anyan. She had gone insane for him, hurting not only herself, but everyone around her.
The person she hurt the worst was Fang Anyu.
From the observer’s perspective last time, when she repeatedly rejected Fang Anyu, even beat and abused Fang Anyu, she had only felt suffocating pain and anger.
Jun Yueyue had thought those were her own thoughts. She thought it was because she had observed the dream while still possessing her own consciousness, so she felt heartache for Fang Anyu.
But this time, her consciousness was inside Jun Yue’s body. Her perspective was controlled by herself.
This time, everything was much more detailed than in the last dream, and it allowed her to learn many things she had never known before.
For example, at first, she did not drive Fang Anyu away to sleep somewhere else. She allowed him to sleep on the floor in the room. But when Fang Anyu got up in the middle of the night to cover her with a blanket and she discovered him, she froze in the darkness for a while before getting angry and chasing him away.
Jun Yueyue’s consciousness was inside Jun Yue. She could clearly feel Jun Yue’s shock and rejection.
For example, she was not allergic to pollen.
In fact, in the beginning, she would occasionally take a little spray bottle and mist the flowers. But one time, when Fang Anyu casually picked a flower and handed it to her, she became angry. She falsely claimed to be allergic to pollen and drove both him and the flowers to that little room on the balcony.
Jun Yueyue saw that after Fang Anyu left, Jun Yue picked up the flower she had thrown on the ground, placed it inside a book, and made it into a bookmark.
At that time, her emotions were chaotic and complicated.
But the conflict did not last long.
Later, the scenes changed faster and faster.
Because Jun Yue liked Fang Anyan, she kept going mad. One time, she nearly caused Jun Yu’s death. She clung to Fang Anyan and refused to let go, until he could no longer bear it and shook her off. She hit the cabinet and fainted.
In the end, it was Fang Anyu who carried her back into the room and treated her wound.
After Jun Yue woke up and saw Fang Anyu, she stared blankly at him for a long time. In the end, she snatched the little notebook and used cruel words to drive him away from her side.
Jun Yueyue saw that after Fang Anyu left, Jun Yue curled up her knees and hugged herself tightly, her heart in complete turmoil.
The scene shifted.
Fang Anyan and Jun Yu became engaged.
That night, Jun Yue got completely drunk. She lost all face at the engagement banquet. She also remembered Old Master Jun saying that whoever had a child first would become the Jun family’s heir.
That night, after returning home, she pulled Fang Anyu onto the bed.
But in the end, she only touched her lips to the tip of his nose before being defeated by his clear gaze and almost obedient expression.
He could let her take whatever she wanted from him.
But Jun Yue’s cheeks were not reddened by drunkenness. Her entire face turned red from an inexplicable feeling of shame.
Jun Yueyue felt it very clearly.
Jun Yue was ashamed.
She felt that before a person like Fang Anyu, she had nowhere to hide.
She let go of Fang Anyu and called her friends.
From that night onward, she began to exile herself.
But when she stayed out all night drunk, she had actually been staying at a female friend’s house.
Until one night, she returned home drunk and ran into Fang Anyu in the corridor.
He seemed to have been waiting for her.
He had learned about Old Master Jun’s matter from Fang Anyan. In the little notebook, he wrote:
—I’ll help you. Don’t go out anymore. Teach me. I can do it.
Jun Yueyue could clearly feel Jun Yue’s heart pounding like mad at that moment.
She… did not refuse.
This had never appeared in the plot at all.
Jun Yueyue could not bear Fang Anyu being like this with someone else, because everything from that night was something she was trapped inside Jun Yue’s body and could feel in detail.
Fang Anyu had always been that gentle.
But the next morning, when Jun Yue woke up from her drunkenness, she not only changed her face on the spot and shoved Fang Anyu away harshly, she also threatened him that he absolutely must not tell anyone.
Fang Anyu agreed.
Then he returned to his little room on the balcony. Whenever Jun Yue was home, he did not even dare come out.
Jun Yue became colder and colder. She often did not come home. She went around playing with her pursuer, Wu Zhenfei, but she never allowed him to truly have her.
Not long after, Jun Yue discovered she was pregnant…
In the end, she did not obtain the Jun family.
Jun Yue could not face her own heart, nor did she want others to know whose child it was. She did not even want Fang Anyu to know.
In front of him, under the gaze of his eyes, she always felt like a demon full of ugly behaviour beneath the eyes of a Buddha.
She could not get along with him normally.
So in the end, she left the country while pregnant.
Jun Yueyue could even feel that when the plane flew into the sky, Jun Yue’s heart was relieved yet aching.
To genuinely love someone had consumed almost all of her mind and spirit.
She had no way to accept another person. And to spend a lifetime tied by family relations to the person she had loved, the person who had left a deep wound in her heart, was something she could not accept.
But toward Fang Anyu…
In her heart, Jun Yue admitted that she had been moved.
Yet she absolutely did not want to turn back. She did not dare face Fang Anyu. She felt that she was not worthy of him.
Only, in the moment before the plane crashed, Jun Yue placed her hand on her stomach and, for the first time, sincerely thought:
If she could live again, she definitely, definitely… would not love the wrong person again.
She felt guilty and regretful.
She very much wanted to know what kind of person she was in Fang Anyu’s heart.
Would he hate her?
And… did he have even the tiniest bit of liking for her?
At the end of the dream, Jun Yueyue saw a dried-flower bookmark fall out of the book on the floor.
The flower petals, having lost their bright colour, drifted down and landed on the author’s name at the end of the book.
A gust of wind blew past and lifted the petals.
Jun Yueyue saw the author’s name—
Jun Yueyue.
So Jun Yue was her, Jun Yueyue.
She cried recklessly in the dream.
Finally, she walked to the bookshelf. Beside the book that had fallen, she found another book signed with Fang Anyu’s name.
Jun Yueyue opened it and saw the man-eating world she had survived in.
Inside the book was everything she was familiar with.
Only Fang Anyu was absent.
Even Fang Anyan and Jun Yu were absent.
Jun Yueyue understood.
Fang Anyu’s world had already been destroyed by her into a terrifying man-eating world.
The influence she gave him was like thunder out of a clear sky, like heavy rain and shocking lightning, like darkness where day and night did not alternate, like a world full of monsters everywhere.
He hated her betrayal, so he made her be abandoned by those close to her.
He hated her abuse, so for years, she never stopped having big and small injuries.
He hated her leaving without goodbye, so even if she had died without a complete corpse in a plane crash, he still wanted her to be devoured by zombies again.
But…
He also loved her.
He loved a woman who had always beaten and scolded him, betrayed him, ignored him, and brought him countless shadows.
Only because his life was too lonely.
Only she had passed through it.
Whenever he lifted his head or lowered it, he could only see her alone.
So, in the five years the two of them were entangled, he made her live five years in the apocalypse before giving her another chance to appear in his life again.
Every person is a book.
That book may not have gorgeous words or dramatic, winding content. It may be a tragic record, a painful lesson.
But as long as someone loves you and is willing to intersect with you in life, then at some unexpected moment, you will come alive again in that person’s life.
Every meeting in this world is a grand reunion.
The flower bookmark drifted to the ground.
Jun Yueyue woke from the “dream” during a violent jolt.
The driver did not notice that Jun Yueyue in the back seat had already become covered in tears. He was still focused on driving.
Jun Yueyue hugged the folder in her arms and sat dazedly in the back seat. For a long time, she did not move.
She remained in that posture, staring blankly.
After who knew how long, she suddenly laughed.
Tears fell together with her laughter.
She laughed until she could not stop. Laughed until her heart and intestines seemed almost torn apart.
The driver was drawn by her voice and looked at her through the rear-view mirror.
Jun Yueyue lifted her hand and waved, indicating she was fine. Then she slowly lay down on the back seat while holding the folder. The smile at the corners of her mouth never disappeared.
Everything had been explained.
The smile at Jun Yueyue’s lips never stopped, and neither did her tears.
But only after a long, long time did she finally say to herself in her heart:
Thankfully, this time… she had not loved the wrong person.
Jun Yueyue felt something difficult to describe.
This was Fang Anyu’s world.
In the end, he loved her, and that was why she had appeared again.
But… with these changes in the weather, was he going to personally experience the apocalypse once?
He was so timid. He was even afraid of the dark.
When Jun Yueyue thought of this, she could not help bursting into laughter.
Although he never said it, she just knew.
Otherwise, why had the apocalypse always been so pitch-black?
He was afraid himself, yet he still made the sky dark to scare her.
Thinking of those difficult years, Jun Yueyue’s teeth itched with anger toward Fang Anyu.
But there was no rush.
Very soon, she would find him and “settle the accounts”!
Thinking this, Jun Yueyue picked up the phone again and dialled Fang Anyan’s number.
But Fang Anyan still did not answer.
He was drunk and standing dazedly beside his own car.
It was already past eleven at night. Jun Yueyue’s dream had taken several hours. Because of the recent abnormal weather, there was no one on the streets at this hour. The authorities had called on everyone not to go out at night. See? Even drinking parties had ended early.
The parking area was pitch dark.
Fang Anyan should originally have called a driver, but when the night wind blew and dispersed the chaotic smells from the drinking party, he leaned against his car and fell into a daze.
Suddenly, he did not want to move at all.
He just wanted to stay here quietly. Go nowhere. See no one. Care about nothing…
Let him relax briefly. Just for a moment.
Fang Anyan leaned against the car for a while, then slowly slid down along the side of the car and sat on the ground.
The expensive fabric of his suit did not block the cold at all. His butt touching the icy ground sent a chill all the way from his tailbone to the crown of his head.
Fang Anyu shuddered.
But he did not move.
The wind seemed to grow a little stronger, blowing with a whooshing sound. Judging by the recent weather’s usual nonsense, it might start pouring soon.
But Fang Anyan not only did not move, he also did not take out his phone, which had died during the drinking party, and charge it in the car.
He wanted to cut himself off from the world temporarily.
Just rest for a moment.
However, even this tiny, insignificant wish of his failed to come true.
He did not hear even the slightest sound of footsteps. But at some unknown point, someone was lying on the roof of his car, a dark gun barrel pointed at him.
Fang Anyan’s nerves had been numbed by too much alcohol.
He turned his head and glanced. After a brief moment of surprise, he actually leaned back against the car again and said coldly, “Don’t always point a gun at me. Otherwise, just shoot me directly.”
Ji Fei had rushed through one mission and crossed the ocean without stopping to see her newly obtained treasure.
But she had not expected that the moment she saw him, her treasure would look like a rag doll bullied by who knew whom.
“What happened to you?”
Ji Fei floated down from the car roof. Holding a tiny flashlight, she quickly shone it over Fang Anyan’s face. Then she crouched in front of him and reached out to hook his chin.
Fang Anyan was afraid of guns.
No normal person would be unafraid of something that had truly killed people, cold and heavy in the hand.
But right now, perhaps because the ground beneath him was too cold, so cold he had gone numb, even his brain had numbed along with it.
Usually, when she pointed a gun at him, he became obedient. But now, he actually ignored it completely and even slapped away Ji Fei’s hand.
Ji Fei raised an eyebrow.
Fang Anyan looked at her and seemed to feel that was not enough. Audaciously, he reached out and shoved the shoulder of the arm holding her gun.
Ji Fei’s muscles instantly tensed.
Originally, she could have steadied herself. But she did not know why she relaxed her strength and was truly pushed by Fang Anyan until she fell onto the ground.
She looked at Fang Anyan, put the gun away, sat down on the equally cold ground, and crossed her arms as she looked at him.
“You look terrible.”
Fang Anyan did not speak. His heart was irritable.
“Can you come tomorrow instead? I’m not in the mood. I… let me stay by myself for a while.”
Ji Fei laughed.
“Want to fight?”
Fang Anyan looked at her like she was crazy.
Ji Fei spread her arms. “I’ll give you one hand. You don’t have to treat me like a woman. Bring out the energy you have in bed and fight. You’ll feel much better. My brothers all relieve stress this way.”
Fang Anyan ignored her and lowered his eyes.
Ji Fei stood up. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she yanked him up from the ground.
“Come on, little treasure. I’m very expensive as a sparring partner. You look just like a little mouse someone stepped on.”
No one knew which word provoked Fang Anyan, or perhaps he really did need an outlet as Ji Fei had said.
And the person in front of him did not need to be treated like a woman at all.
So he really did strike.
But Ji Fei dodged it easily.
She even mocked Fang Anyan, “With that speed, you’re only useful in bed.”
Fang Anyan instantly became angry from embarrassment.
He really began fighting Ji Fei in the dark parking lot.
However, no matter how he fought, even when he seemed to go mad and even when he could hit her, the blows were blocked in a way that hurt him even more than hitting someone.
Ji Fei tripped him and kicked him until he limped.
In any case, it was so dark that they could not see each other’s expressions clearly. They could only barely see human silhouettes.
No matter how many times Fang Anyan was tripped, he rolled once on the ground, rubbed the place that hurt from being kicked, and charged forward again.
It was a real fight, fist to flesh.
As his sparring partner, Ji Fei could not completely dodge him. From time to time, she let him land a hit. But clearly, to her, that was like being scratched.
Fang Anyan, however, became excited.
More and more excited.
Since childhood, he had been proper and well-behaved. He also had his brother with him, so he basically never caused trouble. He was a standard good child.
But in truth, he also had rebellious thoughts. It was only that he did not want to see the disappointed eyes of his family, so he had never tried tasting that feeling.
For example, fighting.
He had no technique at all. But instinctively swinging his fists was enough to make his adrenaline soar.
Fang Anyan fought until his whole body was covered in sweat, until he could no longer lift his fists. Even half the alcohol had been sweated out of him before he finally stopped, leaning against the car door.
Ji Fei shook out her arms, walked over, and asked, “Do you feel better?”
Fang Anyu did not speak. He was panting like a dead dog.
Ji Fei took out her tiny flashlight again and quickly shone it over him. Then she said, “You look much better.”
From a rag doll, he had turned into a dirty rag doll…
“I’m too tired. Not tonight,” Fang Anyan said softly after a while. “Come tomorrow.”
Ji Fei, who had been walking toward the driver’s seat, paused. Then she laughed.
“Do you think my head is full of nothing but your thing?”
Fang Anyan choked.
Ji Fei said, “Let’s go. I’ll send you home.”
The two got into the car in silence.
Fang Anyan collapsed like a dead dog in the back seat.
He had originally driven there today as an excuse not to drink, because the last time he went to see the doctor, the doctor told him to abstain from alcohol.
But no one was considerate of him. No one let him off. So he had to drink.
The feeling of not having to drive, not having to lift his spirits and say where his house was, not having to force himself to check the route, was truly good.
Fang Anyan closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, from Ji Fei, this desperado, he experienced a sense of safety he had never felt from anyone before.
In the distance from there to home, he actually fell asleep.
At the Fang family’s gate, Ji Fei drove the car straight in.
Fang Anyan was woken by her. Seeing the familiar garage, his brain was almost unable to turn.
“You…”
“I see your stamina isn’t bad. Want me to teach you fighting?”
Ji Fei tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.
“You should like it too. Although it’s a bit late to learn now, it’s still very easy to deal with ordinary people.”
Fang Anyan’s mind was not even fully clear yet. Hearing Ji Fei’s question, he actually agreed.
After agreeing, he fell silent.
A moment later, he opened the car door and got out.
The car lights were on, and Ji Fei also got out.
Fang Anyan tugged at his expensive custom suit, which now looked like dried pickled vegetables, and said, “Tomorrow…”
“You’re already like this. Can I still point a gun at you and make you do things?”
Ji Fei said, “I don’t like little rags. Go in. I’ll come tomorrow. Goodbye.”
After saying that, she turned around neatly.
Fang Anyan’s brain seemed to short-circuit, and he said, “The money you gave, I’ll return it to you soon. When the project I have on hand ends, I can return double.”
This time, Ji Fei stopped in surprise and turned her head to look at Fang Anyan.
“You’re that good at making money?”
That had been the money from several of her missions.
Ji Fei had no concept of money. Those on her team who had families would give money to their families. But she had no father, no mother, no relatives, and no ties. The only places she burned money were finding men and buying equipment.
Her equipment was already the most suitable for her. There was no need to change it.
Fang Anyan satisfied her and made her feel good. He also happened to be short of money. She had given it to him and never planned to ask for it back.
But hearing that he could double the money she had earned from many missions in such a short time, Ji Fei still praised him.
“You’re really amazing.”
No one had ever praised Fang Anyan so sincerely for being amazing.
Since childhood, no matter what results he achieved, his parents would only tell him to work harder.
Flattery in the business world did not count. The mouths of those merchants could praise even evil ghosts into blooming flowers. He never believed them.
This was the first time someone had praised him so directly and honestly.
Fang Anyan knew Ji Fei’s personality. She would not say fake words. If she said this, then it was what she truly thought.
Sure enough, she added, “You’re also amazing in bed. You’re a good man.”
Every time she said someone was a good man, that meant this relationship was over.
She smiled and prepared to leave.
But Fang Anyan’s brain glitched again, and he said, “When you come tomorrow, don’t point a gun at me anymore…”
She had scared him into seminal vesiculitis.
Ji Fei’s smile became radiant, even more dazzling than the car lights.
“You want me to come?”
Fang Anyan did not answer immediately.
After a while, he let out a light breath.
Tonight, he really was drunk. His brain was unclear.
He was inviting a desperado to come find him.
Just the day before, he had still been thinking of ways to get rid of her.
But that brief physical clash and that short nap in the back seat had been the most relaxed moments he had had in years.
He was unexpectedly reluctant to let go.
So his tongue refused to obey his brain and took it upon itself to say, “Didn’t you say you’d teach me… fighting?”
Ji Fei turned around and strode toward Fang Anyan against the car lights. She lifted her head, hooked down his neck, and exchanged a deep kiss with him.
“See you tomorrow,” Ji Fei said. “I hope you won’t be this dejected tomorrow. Otherwise, I might genuinely be unable to resist hitting you back during sparring.”
Fang Anyan suddenly laughed.
He did not even know what he was laughing about.
This feeling was too strange.
Before his smile disappeared, Ji Fei had already climbed from the garage onto the roof and vanished.
Did she not even use the front door?
Fang Anyan slowly restrained his smile, cleared his throat, and controlled his collapsed expression.
He took his phone from the car, locked the car, took a deep breath, and walked toward the villa.
However, the villa door was actually ajar.
Fang Anyan put away the keys in confusion.
There was often a light left on for him in the living room, but he had a key, and the door would still be locked.
At this time, everyone should have been asleep.
This door…
Fang Anyan closed the door behind him. After a pause, he locked it.
He did not dwell on it for long before going upstairs.
He was truly tired. Many places on his body still hurt. When he took a shower and looked, some of them were bruised.
Thinking about it, he had not exercised so intensely in a long time.
After Fang Anyan finished showering, he lay on the bed in his bathrobe. He did not even dry his hair. He forgot to charge his phone. With the light still on, he fell asleep.
The next morning, he was woken by the urgent sound of his mother knocking on the door.
Fang Anyan got up from bed. The bruises on his legs hurt even more than yesterday. He gritted his teeth and adjusted to the dizziness before sighing, holding his head, and opening the door.
His mother was always like this. No matter what happened, she made a fuss over everything…
But the moment the door opened, after Fang Anyan heard the first thing his mother said, he froze for an instant.
Then his entire body became more awake than if he had been splashed with ice water.
“Anyan, what do we do? Your brother is missing! This morning, I searched everywhere, front and back of the house! He’s gone! He ran away!”
Mother Fang looked panicked as she grabbed Fang Anyan by the collar and shouted, “Your brother ran away—”
“He took ten thousand yuan from the drawer in my room, and he also took the phone I took from him some time ago. He must have run away to find the eldest miss of the Jun family!”
“Aiyo!”
The anxious expression on Mother Fang’s face at this moment was not fake.
“He can’t even speak. Where is he going to find her?”
Fang Anyan grabbed his mother’s hands and pulled them off his collar. After rubbing his face, he managed to ask calmly, “Do you know when he left?”
“I don’t know! Yesterday, your father and I both went to sleep especially early. Before sleeping, your brother knocked on our bedroom door. When I opened the door, he wrote in his notebook that he wanted to drink milk.”
Mother Fang said, “After I heated milk for him, I remember locking the door…”
“I don’t know when he left…”
Mother Fang twisted her hands together, so anxious she kept stamping her feet. She lifted her head and looked at Fang Anyan, waiting for him to make a decision.
Fang Anyan suddenly remembered the door he had seen ajar when he returned to the living room last night—
If his brother had run away last night, then after an entire night…
How far could he have run?
And did he even know which direction to run in?
From this villa area to the place in the city where one could get a taxi, it would take nearly an hour on foot.
And along the way, there were especially many forked roads leading down into small villages.
In the middle of the night, no matter which wrong road he took, it would be nothing but barren hills—
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