novelaction Chapter 1199 Star Wish: Yunhan, Wei Yunhan
Chapter 1199 Star Wish: Yunhan, Wei Yunhan
Gu Mingcheng stared at the note on the desk. The pen handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen through the paper. The five words "Take good care of your family" hit his heart like a hammer.
Outside the window, the propeller of the private plane began to turn, and the wind lifted a corner of the curtain, cutting his shadow into pieces and casting it on the wall.
The flames of the explosion thirty years ago still seem to be burning on the retina, but now he has to face the mines buried that year - the fire of revenge of the James family has burned to the people closest to him.
Above the clouds, Gu Mingcheng held a stack of documents and stroked a yellowed photo with his fingertips.
It was a photo taken accidentally on the streets of the United States 20 years ago. Yunhan was wearing a white shirt and standing in front of a milk tea stall. The sunlight shone through the light hair behind his ears. He looked very much like Wei Jingtao when he was young.
This discovery made him break out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck - it turned out that the most dangerous chess piece had already been hidden right under his nose.
In a private villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, Yunhan opened the door wearing a linen shirt, his collar revealing the iris tattoo below his collarbone.
Gu Mingcheng's gaze lingered on the green color for a moment, and he recalled the information sent by the hacker last night: the pattern of this tattoo completely matched the combination lock of the James family laboratory.
"Uncle Gu, please sit down." Yun Han's voice was as lazy as the California sunshine, but he deliberately omitted the word "boss" in his address. He turned around to make tea, his movements smooth and flowing, and the celadon tea set shone with a warm glow in the morning light.
Gu Mingcheng noticed the thin calluses on his fingertips - those were the marks of long-term use of precision instruments, and were exactly the same as the gesture William used to hold the scalpel.
Amid the aroma of tea, Gu Mingcheng stared at the snowy green lake in the cup. Yunhan's smiling eyes were reflected in the floating tea leaves.
This young man, who had been Su Jingyi's special assistant for so many years, now exuded a completely different aura from the past, like a wolf that had shed its sheepskin and finally revealed its claws.
"I've heard from older Chinese people that Chinese people wait for the water to boil three times before making tea." Yun Han raised the Fairness Cup, and the amber tea soup drew a beautiful arc in the light and shadow. "The first boil is too hasty, the second boil is too impatient, and the third boil is just right - just like some secrets, if they are hidden for too long, they will get moldy, and if they are exposed too early, they will be hurtful."
Gu Mingcheng tapped his fingers lightly on the rim of the cup, which was his habitual action when thinking.
You have to know that Yunhan became Su Jingyi's special assistant because he took over his father's job. He has been with Su Jingyi for many years, but he never expected that one day they would have such a relationship.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but at this moment, Gu Mingcheng no longer has the same feeling as he did at the beginning when looking at the young man in front of him!
"The grudge between me and the James family is not as simple as you think." Gu Mingcheng suddenly spoke, his eyes piercing into Yun Han's eyes like a knife, "The DNA report found by the search and rescue team that year..."
"That fire did burn the heir of the James family to death, but the one who survived..." He suddenly smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "was the shadow of the James family."
Gu Mingcheng had simulated this conversation countless times as the plane crossed the Pacific Ocean, but when the truth was spoken in such a nonchalant manner, he still felt dizzy.
The young man who took over his father's job of always accompanying Su Jingyi, the young man who would find a way to reconcile the conflict between Su Jingyi and Su Xingya, had been weaving a web of revenge in the most gentle way for ten years.
"Why now?" Gu Mingcheng finally asked the most crucial question, "You have been hiding for so long, you could have waited for me to retire, for Yunqian to take over, wouldn't it be easier to take action then?"
Yunhan put down the teacup and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. The rhythm was strikingly similar to the rhythm that caused Gu Mingcheng to feel the inexplicable alarm bells ringing in his heart before the tragedy happened.
"Because of Han Zhiyuan." He raised his eyes, his pupils glowing amber in the backlight, "Her vocal cord surgery requires a special anesthetic, and the formula of this anesthetic..." He suddenly laughed, "It is 72% similar to the neurotoxin used by Rilong Group to control experimental subjects back then."
Gu Mingcheng suddenly remembered the unknown chemicals in Han Zhiyuan's blood, and cold sweat instantly broke out on the back of his neck.
Yun Han's words "The medicine that poisoned Han Zhiyuan's throat was not given by me" were like a scalpel, gently cutting into his already damaged nerves.
——It’s not that I doubt the truth of this sentence, but I am shocked that the young man in front of me has left himself such a clever escape hatch in the precise gears of revenge.
"When Xiao Mo took the potion, I was attending an academic discussion in London."
Yun Han turned the celadon teacup in his hand. The iris totem on the bottom of the cup flickered in the sunlight.
"He was too impatient and thought that destroying his vocal cords would shut Han Ji-won up forever, but he forgot that the dosage error of chronic poisoning would reveal all the clues."
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp, "Uncle Gu, you and I both know that a true hunter never leaves anyone alive."
Gu Mingcheng's thoughts instantly flashed back to Han Zhiyuan's medical history - the toxin dosage fluctuated significantly, just like a novice bartender always looking for the perfect balance of sour and sweet.
And I guess the usual method of the person in front of me is to hide the danger under layers of tenderness, just like the snowy clear lake he is bathing in, making people deeply intoxicated before they taste the bitterness.
"You knew that Xiao Mo would be exposed." Gu Mingcheng's question was not a question, but a statement.
Yun Han used a tea tongs to gently stir the crushed ice in the tea tray. The sound of the ice cubes hitting each other was as crisp as glass breaking. "He thinks he is the chess player, but I am just testing your reaction."
The broken ice gradually melted and formed small streams in the tea tray.
"When you chose to convict Xiao Mo using Xiao Yun'er's identity as his son, I knew that this was the right move."
Gu Mingcheng's temple was throbbing.
The result of that blind DNA comparison was a helpless move on his part to appease Xiao Yuner and cut off Xiao Mo's escape route, but he didn't expect it to play into Yun Han's hands.
"So you planned all this just to let me personally send the 'heir' of the James family to prison?" Gu Mingcheng's voice was full of self-mockery, "And by the way, confirm my crime of 'murdering like crazy' back then, so that the Gu family will be nailed to the pillar of shame by public opinion from now on?"
Yun Han suddenly laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter: "Uncle Gu, you always think too complicated." He wiped away the tears from his eyes, "I never wanted to destroy the Gu family, but to let you--" He suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushed against Gu Mingcheng's ear, "Let you see with your own eyes, how the bullet that was fired to protect yourself will now hit you right between the eyebrows."
"What about now?" Gu Mingcheng heard his own voice as if it came from far away, "What are you going to do with me?"
"Lady Macbeth said, 'All the sea water cannot wash away the blood on my hands.'" Yun Han recalled the classic line in Macbeth and said, "But I think at least you can learn to no longer use 'for the majority' to excuse your conscience when you wake up in the middle of the night."
When Gu Mingcheng left the villa, he stood at the door for a long time, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Yunhan.
"All the sea water cannot wash away the blood on my hands." These words kept circling in his mind!
He dragged his heavy steps back to the car. Outside the car window, the California sun was still dazzling, but a ray of blue could be seen through the clouds...