1.11

Du Xu Lang was left at the door of an orphanage by his own mother when he was one year old. He was still young and had a limited memory, he couldn’t even remember what the woman looked like. He didn’t know who his father was, and the only thing that woman left him was a name and a black raven tattooed on his left shoulder.

It wasn’t until later that he realized that the dodo was none other than the symbol of the largest yakuza society in Country J, the Du Clan Zaibatsu.

The orphanage was not a good place to live, there was not enough food but a growing number of wailing outcasts, often capable of breaking each other’s bones in a fight over a cold bun. From the age of one to five, his body was always bruised, his stomach was always hungry, and his heart was filled with gloom.

But in this dark place, there was a beam of sunlight that shone on him, making him grit his teeth and support him through each day. That person’s name was Fang Nianyue, ten years older than him, and she gave him the utmost care, even when she was starving herself, she would leave the last bite of food for him. Du Hsu Lang didn’t know how warm it felt to be loved by his mother, but with Fang Nian Yu there, he thought he had experienced it.

In the last year of the orphanage, a lady named Yang donated a large sum of money and gave all the orphans new clothes and toys on New Year’s Eve. Fang Nianyue got a pink cotton jacket, and she wore it as she twirled around in front of him, her mouth full of words of gratitude to Ms. Yang.

He had been given a Transformer, something he had longed for for a long time, and had even moved to steal money from Dean to buy one. Now that someone had delivered it to him, he was naturally delighted and slept with it in his arms almost every night.

It wasn’t long before the Du family was approached, and Du Hulang joyfully followed them to J country. He thought this was the beginning of a happy life, but he didn’t know that he had stepped into hell. The only way out for the incapable Du Family descendants was death. His brothers tore at each other like mad dogs and fought like parasites for the only chance of survival.

Throughout the countless cold and bloody nights, Fang Nianyue’s smile grew more and more distinct, while the only toy he once owned was forgotten in the corner.

When he finally took his place as the head of the Du Family, he had a chance to catch his breath and decided to drop all his official duties to go to Country C to search for his relatives.

He found Fang Nianyue’s son, Zhou Wenjing, in a dirty little clinic. He had been beaten up and hurt his nose, and his dark eyes were full of gloom, not seeing a single ray of sunlight.

Fang Nianyue was the type of person who could show a smile even in adversity, why had her son become like this? Du Hulang felt angry, however, as Zhou Wenjing narrated, his anger turned into overwhelming hostility.

He didn’t realize that Fang Nianyue didn’t commit suicide by suffering from depression, but was forced to die in that person’s bathtub. Without having to see it with his own eyes, he could imagine the crimson and gruesome sight.

The Zhou family is really bullying people!

He did not try to persuade his nephew to leave with him. Since the Zhou family members treated his nephew so harshly, he was partial to helping his nephew take over everything in the Zhou family. With malice in his heart, and also with a teasing mindset, he concealed his identity to apply for a job at Zhou’s and quickly gained Zhou Hao’s trust.

As a personal assistant, he had the qualifications to enter and exit the Zhou family and began to secretly observe the other two sons of the Zhou family. Zhou Yunsheng was the eldest son, his character seemed calm and steady, and he was always at the top of the academic ladder. Zhou Wenang was two months younger than Wenjing, and was the youngest son, with a lively and cheerful personality that was very much liked by Zhou Hao.

While Wenjing had a good relationship with Zhou Wenang, he was as snobbish as water and fire with Zhou Yunsheng. But in Du Hsu Lang’s opinion, the two children of the Zhou family are not good, a clumsy means, a honeyed tongue, no great wisdom only small smarts. On the contrary, Wenjing, strong and patient character, smart and sober mind, is a makeable talent.

Du Xu Lang decided to carve this piece of diamond into a dazzling work of art. In the process of teaching, Zhou Yunsheng’s frequent fault-finding annoyed him; perhaps he should teach the boy a lesson.

But this child in turn woke him up viciously. If it wasn’t for his bitter rebuke, if it wasn’t for his bone-deep hatred, perhaps he would never have thought that Fang Nianyue’s death wasn’t a retaliation, but atonement. The Fang Nianyue he remembered wore a gentle smile every moment, she was kind and wonderful, how could she be a harsh ghost clad in blood and full of hatred?

He seemed to have thought about the causes and consequences wrong, and it was a big mistake. Until that moment, he hadn’t connected Ms. Yang, who had given him a new year’s gift, with Zhou Yunsheng’s mother. He had investigated the Zhou family and should have known everything about it, but it was as if there was a layer of fog and miasma that blinded him, causing him to see nothing but hatred.

But as Zhou Yunsheng said, what qualifications did he and Wenjing have to hate? The person who should hate was him to the very beginning.

Maybe out of guilt, maybe out of compensation, since then, he began to sincerely take care of Zhou Yunsheng and secretly pay attention to everything about him. Slowly, he learned that Zhou Yunsheng hates carrots, likes to rub his wrists when he is bored, is proficient with computers, and drinks a glass of milk every day before going to sleep ……

He knew every little detail and habit of his life, but ignored what such attention would do for himself.

Wenjing is finally assassinated by Zhou Wenang, but pours his hateful anger on Yunsheng’s head, and Du Hulang is displeased by this. The more he paid attention to Yun Sheng, the more he understood the patience and strength he hid under his impulsive character. Compared to this, Wenjing on the contrary appeared mediocre, not even being able to distinguish the real enemy, how will he move forward alone in the future?

Du Xu Lang does not enlighten him that only those who have fallen can learn to cross obstacles. He walked out of Wenjing’s room and inexplicably came to the door of Yunsheng’s room. Separation was imminent, and he was surprised that he would feel reluctant to part.

When Du Xu Lang thought he had understood the teenager well enough, he would always bring him greater surprises. He discovered what he had tried to hide, the relationship with Wenjing’s mother and son, and indirectly showed him his excellent means and well-balanced attitude.

Compared to Wenjing, who was still waiting to be sculpted, he was ready to blossom. Du Xu Lang was full of expectations for his future, and that was a stronger expectation than nurturing Wen Jing.

He sent a couple of bodyguards to secretly protect him and had them send his movements and photos every other week. His attentions to him grew into a habit. On the day of his birthday, returning to his empty and silent room with a pungent smell of perfume and alcohol, he accidentally found a picture of Yun Sung in his e-mail.

The teenager was holding a chocolate cone in his hand, sticking out the tip of his tongue to roll up a touch of sweetness, and seemed to realize that someone was taking a sneak peek, his narrow peach blossom eyes looked askance, and his lazy gaze implied caution. That seductive charm through the computer screen straight into Du Xu Lang’s chest, making him short of breath.

He sat staring at the screen for a long time before finally calling the teenager.

“Got a minute? Video chat with me?” He asked repeatedly, longing intensely to see him.

The teenager agreed, heard that today was his birthday, thought about it, disassembled the music box on his desk, and assembled a Transformer with many rivets, screws, and □□□, which took only half an hour before and after.

His expression was so focused, and his nimble fingers seemed to be able to create another exciting world. Du Hsu-lang was unconsciously dumbfounded, and only when the screen went out completely due to the long standby time did he return from the intense throbbing.

The teenager is as meticulous as a hair, seems to find Du Hulang on this gift is very like, the next day on the courier to the company. Du Hulang opened the package and could not help but smile, play for a long time before being placed squarely on the desk, and when he left work, he carefully included it in his briefcase and brought it home. He initially placed it on the bookshelf, felt that it could not be seen at a glance, and then placed it on the desk, thought about it before going to bed, and finally placed it on the bedside table.

It was the second toy he received in his life, but the first birthday present. He couldn’t get enough of it.

His contact with the teenager gradually grew, and whenever he had time he would dial the video phone, waiting with great excitement for the teenager’s handsome face to surface on the other end. The teenager was busy, even when he returned the call he was writing a program, if the other party did not speak, he would be immersed in his own world, forgetting everything around him.

In order to be able to look at him a few more times, Du Hsu-Lang would often remain silent on purpose, and then stare fascinatedly at the teenager’s serious side face, not getting tired of sitting there for hours at a time. Such gazing would occasionally be interrupted by assistants or secretaries, but when he came back after taking care of official business, he found the teenager still sitting quietly, his fingers nimbly tapping on the keyboard.

It seemed that he would always stand still and wait for himself. Du Xu Lang’s heart palpitated at this sudden thought.

But gradually, things went beyond his control. But unintentionally glimpsed a flexible waist, a pair of long and straight legs, a shadowed and hazy back, he would actually toss and turn because of it, and when he fell asleep with difficulty, he would also wake up in a soul-crushing pleasure, the double throbbing of the body and the mind couldn’t fool anyone.

Taking out the photos he had collected over the years and looking through them one by one, he launched the chase with hardly the slightest hesitation. From the initial trial mentality, to the subsequent serious and cautious, and then not he can not be carefully cared for. He was caught in a quagmire of love, but he was happy to be there.

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State Prison C.

Zhou Wenjing sat in front of the visiting window anxiously smoking a cigarette when the inspecting prison guard came over and sternly scolded him to put out the cigarette immediately. He recalled that Zhou Yunsheng also loved to use a commanding tone to get his uncle to extinguish the cigarette in his hand, and his uncle would never do anything but compromise, his expression tinged with faint helplessness and intense pleasure.

It was obvious that he enjoyed Zhou Yunsheng’s discipline.

Zhou Wenjing snuffed out his cigarette and sneered.

It was at this time that a man with a bone-thin and ashen face walked over and sat down under the custody of the prison guards, if not for the tag on his chest that read ‘Zhou Wen’ang’, Zhou Wenjing would almost fail to recognize that this man was the once spirited third son of the Zhou family.

“How have you been?” Zhou Wenjing asked in a faint voice, the other end didn’t speak, he continued to speak, “Today Zhou Yunsheng and Du Hulang got married, you should be able to see the news report on TV in a few days.”

That end finally reacted and cried out in pain, “Wenjing, you bring a message to big brother and ask him to let me out! I know I’m wrong, as long as he’s willing to let me out, I’m willing to work for him even if I have to. Wenjing, you help me, I can’t stand it anymore, they are simply not human, using all means to torture me ……”

Zhou Wenjing didn’t have the patience to listen any longer and growled lowly in hatred, “You compromised just like that? You just admit defeat? Zhou Wen Ang, you’re a fucking loser!”

Throw away the handset, Zhou Wenjing out of the prison at a brisk pace, stagnant in the chest of the suffocation not only did not dissipate, but more heavy. These years, he had a very bad time, without the shelter of Du Hsu Lang, he no longer in the shopping mall, but because of the evil with Zhou Yunsheng everywhere being ridiculed and ridiculed and even crowded and suppressed.

He had also thought of fighting back with the Jedi, but fighting against a behemoth like the Noah Group was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, not to mention the fact that the other party had the Du Clan Zaibatsu standing behind them. A few days ago, he had attempted to bid on a project with a subsidiary of Noah, but before the bidding meeting was held, his secretary had sold the bid to a company that was hostile to him. Before the battle even started, he was already defeated.

He had never felt so small, so powerless, and those words just now, rather than scolding Zhou Wen’ang, were more like scolding himself. For the rest of his life, he would not be able to catch up with Zhou Yunsheng’s footsteps.

In the dark he had a feeling – he originally shouldn’t have been such a wimp, he originally should have stood at the same height as Zhou Yunsheng. He couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong in this world.