Chapter 48: The Butterfly That Cannot Fly Over the Ocean

  "I've thoroughly inspected this office and didn't find any problems." Wang Zheng rubbed his temples, looking a bit headache-prone: "The first time we met, Sheng Fei was poisoned, and this time your father was poisoned. Something fishy is going on here. Lately, there have been too many things happening, I need to get to the bottom of it. After I send you to Ju Rong during the day, I'll let Zhang Yong bring people to protect you, and also ask Han Xingye to keep you company, so I can take a break for myself."

  Jù Róng International is the stronghold of the Shàng Guān family, and the Shàng Guāns have been working hard here for many years. The idea that another force would come in and kidnap Shàng Guān Shī Shī is simply a fantasy. Shàng Guān Shī Shī understands that Wáng Zhēng's words about giving himself a holiday are just an excuse, and he must be going to investigate his father's affairs. With Shàng Guān Shī Shī's intelligence, she must understand that there should be some kind of agreement between Wáng Zhēng and her father. Nevertheless, the fact that Wáng Zhēng is willing to work so hard for the Shàng Guān family has moved Shàng Guān Shī Shī's heart.

  "Alright, thank you." Shangguan Shi knew that Wang Zheng was not a simple person and had stories to tell, although it wasn't convenient for him to share them with others at the moment. But Shangguan Shi had already taken note of Wang Zheng's kindness in her heart. Perhaps to others, Young Miss Shangguan seemed like a very straightforward and sometimes even loud person, but when she started taking something or someone seriously, nothing could break her determination.

  "Wang Zheng." Shangguan Shi called out to the man just as Wang Zheng was about to walk out of the office.

  "What's wrong?" Wang Zheng turned his face and revealed a fairly bright smile.

  "I understand that if one day you need the support of the Guan family, I will definitely use all my power at Jù Róng International to help you achieve your goal. Also, I believe you can cure my father." Shàngguān Shī's tone was firm in the first sentence, but softened in the second, her eyes also becoming softer: "The two sentences above have no causal connection."

  "Shangguan's sudden change really makes me feel a bit unaccustomed." Wang Zhong smiled and said, "And thirdly: I will definitely do my best to cure your irregular periods."

  Unexpectedly, Shangguan Shi didn't jump in fright this time, but instead smiled and said, "It's always like this, how boring."

  As he walked out of Jirong International, Wang Zhen was walking carelessly, thinking about the series of problems that had been happening recently. He raised his head and happened to see the disabled person who was lying on the small cart last time. Wang Zhen's eyes fluttered, and suddenly thought of the girl with a pair of moving eyes last time.

  It was this girl who made the middle-aged beggar, battered by life, reveal a smile. Wang Zhong knew that it was a smile full of hope and could bring about tremendous changes in one's mood, also a reassuring smile.

  Wang Zheng took out a coin, bent down and gently placed it in the aluminum bowl in front of the beggar.

  And this middle-aged man, who had a numb expression on his face in the past, actually lifted up his weathered face and revealed a warm smile.

  Wang Zheng also returned a smile, but his heart was moved.

  It started raining at this time. The late summer rain was drizzling and brought the coolness of early autumn, but not as refreshing as imagined.

  Wang Zhong didn't bring an umbrella, so he stood at the bus stop and waited for a while in boredom, watching the people on the road hurry by. Suddenly, he found that his heart was surprisingly calm, like still water - this was a state of mind Wang hadn't had in many years.

  In the past, the old man always taught him that if he could maintain a calm and peaceful state of mind like an ancient well with no ripples, it would be his time to become a great talent.

  Wang Zhong didn't know what the old man meant by "becoming a great vessel", but with his dare-to-love-and-hate personality, he found it hard to enter a state of calmness. Especially after Long Xuan's last battle, Wang Zhong would often wake up from nightmares, with Old Shan's blood-covered face and those departed comrades appearing pale-faced in his dreams. This was Wang Zhong's nightmare, as well as his fate.

  The legendary Eastern Evil King is not without weaknesses, it's just that this weakness lies in his spirit, not on the surface.

  Wang Zhong is a hot-blooded young man. In the words of a certain founder of personality colors, Wang Zhong has a typical red personality, with clear likes and dislikes, no tolerance for forbearance, and even less understanding of what it means to be a gentleman who takes revenge ten years later.

  The old man once said with a piercing remark that Wang Zhong could be a fearless warrior, a talented general, and a brave marshal, but not a commander-in-chief. This was because he didn't understand the value of patience and endurance, nor did he know what it meant to bear humiliation and wait for the right moment to act.

  Even after so many years of seeking revenge, Wang Zhong had become very sinister and ruthless in the eyes of others, but the hot blood in his bones had never dissipated. After the final battle, Wang Zhong's boiling heart had never calmed down.

  Of course, the cruel life and reality made Wang Zheng slowly understand the old man's words. At least, if the old man saw him now, he would definitely praise Wang Zheng for making great progress compared to before.

  But somehow, every time he saw or thought of that girl's eyes, Wang Zhong's heart felt an unprecedented calmness, or serenity, a very mysterious feeling, even magical.

  As the No. 91 bus drove over, Wang Zheng inexplicably pulled out a one-yuan coin and, with some unutterable expectation deep in his heart, stepped onto the bus.

  Route 91, starting from the city center and ending in the southern suburbs of the capital.

  It was already late in the evening, with night falling, and the lights were unusually turned on inside the carriage. Most of the passengers were people returning home from work. Wang Zhēn squeezed to the center of the carriage with anticipation, looked around, and that anticipation surprisingly became reality. In his heart, there was a sudden and irrepressible joy.

  The girl sat in the rear half of the carriage by the window, her big eyes gazing out of the window, her mouth slightly curved into a beautiful arc, looking very peaceful in the noisy and crowded carriage.

  This was Wang Zhong's second time seeing this girl. For some reason, Wang Zhong always seemed to be infected by her emotions.

  The rain outside is pattering against the window, and the late summer to early autumn rain has added a lot of chilliness. The windows are covered with a thin layer of white mist from people's breath.

  The girl smiled faintly, her eyes filled with a warm and gentle light, stretched out her slender white fingers, and lightly tapped on the car window, followed by another soft laugh.

  "With a smile like that, she must be a girl in love." Wang Zhong thought to himself, and his heart inexplicably felt a slight pang of sourness.

  The girl held her mobile phone in her hand, glancing at it from time to time, as if waiting for something, but without showing any impatience.

  The No. 91 bus had been running in the rain of the capital for almost an hour, and the passengers on the bus had changed several batches, but it was still very crowded. The housing prices within the Fifth Ring Road of the capital city were really too expensive to afford, and many people could only choose to rent a house in the southern suburbs and take the long-distance bus to work every day.

  The girl still smiled and gazed out at the fleeting light and shadow outside the window, then stretched out a finger and carefully wrote two words in the white mist on the car window:

  Permit granted.

  At this point, Wang Zhong's heart suddenly felt a strange pang of pain.

  The font looks very good, elegant and refined. The girl looked at the words on the window and stretched out her hand to wipe them away, but when her hand reached out, she stopped again and couldn't bear to erase them.

  It was unclear whether it was due to shyness or something else, but the girl's face turned slightly red, yet the smile in her eyes never diminished. At this moment, Wang Zhen suddenly felt envious of this man named Xu Fang, not for anything else, just because he had a girl who missed him so much.

  "Who in this world is thinking of me?" Wang Zhong raised his face, the dim yellow light inside the car shone on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, with a somewhat bitter smile.

  Wang Zhong is a person who believes in intuition. This girl, with her elegant and refined appearance, has appeared before Wang Zhong's eyes, beautiful and calm, just like one of Wang Zhong's dreams.

  For so many years, Wang Da has been carrying the burden of life and death on his shoulders, with numerous close calls. In all these years, he never thought about personal matters, nor did he ever take the initiative to have feelings for a girl, let alone having any romantic experience. Wang Zhong had great respect for Lao Tzu and followed his teachings, adhering to his principles and strengthening himself.

  Even with the three beautiful women of different temperament, Shangguan Shi, Sheng Fei and Han Xingye, Wang Zhong did not have any other thoughts, because he knew that his great revenge had not been avenged, if at this time entangled in romantic love affairs, how could it be worthy of those comrades who fell beside him?

  Wang Zhong couldn't tell where this feeling came from, whether it was admiration, pity, or some other emotion. He just calmly watched as the girl smiled and spaced out.

  Since it's hard to put feelings into words, let's just appreciate from afar.

  That was the simplest and most direct thought in Wang Zhong's mind.

  At this time, the No. 91 bus had already stopped at its final destination, Nangiao Bus Terminal. Unbeknownst to him, this trip from downtown had taken almost two hours.

  At this time, the rain had stopped, and the night was getting darker. The girl got off the bus and walked slowly. Fortunately, there were many people in Nangang, mostly migrant workers or students renting apartments, so safety wasn't a big concern.

  Wang Zheng followed from a distance, watching as the girl entered a residential area called Wēn Xīn Jiā Yuàn, then took the elevator. After a while, the lights in the 8th floor room lit up, like a star in the night sky.

  Wang Zheng looked up and squinted, he had no intention of going up, nor did he want to sneak a peek at the girl by the window, nor did he care if she was living with that guy named Xu Fang. As for what this girl did for work, where her home was, or how old she was, Wang Zheng had no interest. The great killer Wang rarely became so detached and uninterested, he didn't want to ruin his peaceful state of mind. He just looked up at the building for ten minutes before turning around and leaving.

  If you feel annoyed in your heart later, come and sit under this building, look at the lights on the building, maybe it's a good choice.

  Just twenty hours after Wang Zheng left the warm home in Nangao, at the other end of the capital, three men and one woman got off a plane at Beigao International Airport.