novelaction Chapter 892 Who do you want to kill?
Chapter 892 Who do you want to kill?
Deng Zhouyi sat in the car in front of Xinxing Advertising Company for a long time. He only let out a breath of air when Yu Qianqian's figure disappeared in the crowd and completely disappeared in the twilight.
The cigarette at his fingertips burned to the end, and the heat brought him back to his senses so suddenly that he threw the cigarette butt out of the car window.
The cigarette butt fell to the ground, a wisp of smoke rose up, and then went out in an instant.
This relationship came too suddenly, like a midsummer thunderstorm, crashing down on him before he could react.
He looked at Yu Qianqian's red eyes and felt anxious. They were obviously not familiar with each other yet.
They had only met a few times, but it was as if they were drawn by an invisible thread, and they couldn't help but move closer to each other.
How serious is the problem? It seems not to be consensual, just a slightly hasty heartbeat in the adult world.
But what if he said it was nothing? He clearly remembered that day in the hotel office.
The fear in her eyes and the subsequent terror in her heart were like a thorn in his heart, reminding him that he had indeed done something to hurt her.
His thoughts were like a tangled mess of threads scratched by a cat's claws, impossible to sort out. Deng Zhouyi simply gripped the steering wheel tightly, and with his right hand, he grasped the key to start the car.
The engine roared, the accelerator was stepped on, and the Maserati drove towards Ouyang Jian's "Night Tide" bar like a white lightning.
As soon as I pushed open the heavy glass door of the bar, deafening electronic music hit me in the face, mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume, making the air scorching hot.
The crowd on the dance floor twisted wildly to the rhythm, and the fluorescent lights swept across the ceiling, illuminating everyone's face in flickering light.
Deng Zhouyi walked straight to the bar and put his elbows on the cold countertop: "A glass of whiskey, no ice."
Xixi, the female bartender in a black vest, looked up, recognized him, and a playful smile curved her lips.
The shaker in his hand spun rapidly: "Brother Deng, why are you alone today? Isn't Master Jing with you?"
Deng Zhouyi watched her pour wine into the glass, the amber liquid shimmering under the light.
There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "From now on, I'm afraid Master Jing won't come to a place like this again."
"Oh?" Xixi pushed the wine glass in front of him and raised an eyebrow. "Why, Master Jing, did you get what you wanted?"
"That's right." Deng Zhouyi picked up the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank most of it, his Adam's apple rolling.
With an enviable look on his face, he said, "The person dear to his heart is back. Not only is she back, but she's back by his side!
I guess from now on I will remain a virgin for love and be a good boyfriend." He paused and suddenly laughed.
"No, after forcing that girl away seven years ago, he seems to have not touched another woman since then. Counting it up, he has been a virgin for seven years, right?"
Xixi wiped the cup with a cup cloth, with a little mischief in her eyes: "Brother Deng, you haven't finished the wine yet,
Why do you sound a bit tipsy when you talk? It seems like you have something on your mind.”
Deng Zhouyi didn't respond, but pushed the cup in front of her, indicating that she wanted a refill.
At this moment, the bar owner Ouyang Jian escorted a few guests to the door and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, take care. Come back often when you have time. I'll save the best seats for you next time!"
Those people waved their hands drunkenly and blended into the night with unsteady steps.
Ouyang Jian turned around and saw Deng Zhouyi in front of the bar. He walked over quickly and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, isn't this Assistant Deng? Why are you drinking alone here? Where's Master Jing?"
Deng Zhouyi glanced at him sideways, his tone not very friendly: "Why, without Jing Ye here, you don't welcome me in your bar?"
Ouyang Jian immediately put on a smiling face and rubbed his hands, saying, "Look at what you said. If you say that Master Jing is my living god of wealth,
You, Deng Zhu, are the Jade Ruyi in the hands of the God of Wealth. You can’t do without anyone else!” He moved closer and lowered his voice.
"Two new girls came a few days ago. They're very much your type. Would you like to introduce them to each other? Let's go to the private room upstairs."
"Are you annoying?" Deng Zhouyi shook his hand off, his brows knitted into a knot. "Can you please leave me alone for a while?"
"Hey, you really have something bothering you?" Ouyang Jian was in high spirits, not angry at all.
"Okay, I won't look for a little sister. Then I'll ask the brothers to come over and drink with you, is that okay?"
Deng Zhouyi picked up the newly filled glass and drank it in one gulp. He knocked the bottom of the glass heavily on the bar without saying anything - it was considered as his consent.
Ouyang Jian immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "Yang Fan, call Lao Wei and the others, and come to my bar for a drink. It's my treat!"
After some ridicule from the other end of the phone, Ouyang Jian smacked his lips impatiently, "Alright, alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and hurry up. I'm waiting for you!"
After hanging up the phone, he put his arm around Deng Zhouyi's neck and dragged him upstairs. "Let's go to the private room. It's quieter than here."
Deng Zhouyi did not struggle and let him be half-dragged and half-pulled across the noisy dance floor.
The men and women passing by were laughing and making noises, and no one noticed that this assistant, who usually called the shots at Fengteng International, now had a face full of confusion that even he himself could not understand.
After entering the private room, the waiter quickly brought a fruit plate and several bottles of foreign wine. Ouyang Jian unscrewed a bottle of whiskey,
He poured half a cup for Deng Zhouyi and said, "Drink it first. I'll go out and urge those people. I'll be back soon."
As he said this, he clinked glasses with him, drank it himself, turned around, closed the door, and walked out.
The private room suddenly became quiet, with only the slow-rock music playing on the TV on the wall.
Deng Zhouyi held the wine glass, gently stroking the cold wall of the glass with his fingertips, watching the amber liquid swirling in the glass.
What was bothering him? Was it Yu Qianqian's evasion, or was it his sudden concern for her?
Or maybe, you are annoyed with this relationship that hasn't even started yet. Where should it go?
Deng Zhouyi took out a cigarette again, lit it for himself, took a deep puff, leaned over the sofa, and spread his arms.
Smoke rose from his fingers, blurring his eyebrows and eyes, and also blurring the indescribable chaos in his heart.
As soon as Jiang Chengyu's always calm face flashed through Deng Zhouyi's mind, a nameless anger shot straight to his head.
He clenched his fists and growled, "Jiang Chengyu, you're just meddling in other people's business! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to endure this humiliation right now!"
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the wine glass on the table and took a big gulp.
The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, leaving dark marks on his expensive shirt.
Following a "clang", he slammed the wine glass heavily onto the coffee table, creating a crack on the crystal glass wall and spilling wine all over the table.
The door of the private room was pushed open with a "whoosh", and Wei Qingyang walked in with his arms around Jie Xinyu, Yang Fan holding Zhu Ling's hand, and Su Wanyue and Ye Yao following behind, talking and laughing.
Ouyang Jian entered last, and he didn't forget to greet Xie Beibei behind him: "Don't be polite, take a seat wherever you want!
It's not our first time together, let's have fun! I've made Assistant Deng feel good today, so this dinner is worth it!
Everyone had just sat down on the sofa and had no time to speak when they saw Deng Zhouyi stand up with bloodshot eyes.
His eyes were like ice as he swept over the girls, and his whole body was filled with a murderous aura that was about to explode.
He was about to walk out, but Wei Qingyang and Jie Xinyu were quick to grab him from the left and right.
"Hey? We just arrived, and you're leaving now?" Wei Qingyang tugged at his arm, looking puzzled. "What's going on?"
Deng Zhouyi shook off their hands, his eyes piercing through the girls like a knife, his voice cold enough to freeze someone to death: "You guys are all here to play voluntarily, right?"
The sisters looked at each other in confusion. No one expected him to say this suddenly and they didn't understand what he meant.
Ye Yao blinked her bright eyes, her tone a little dissatisfied: "If we weren't three years old, we wouldn't be adults. Do we have to report to anyone who we play with and how we play?"
"Humph." Deng Zhouyi sneered, his teeth chattering, "Don't think you can be fearless just because you have Jiang Chengyu backing you up!
I, Deng Zhouyi, won't fall for this. Who's afraid of who? Only Jing Ye is good-tempered and pampers him. If he really pisses me off, I'll kill him anyway!"
"Who do you want to kill?"
A slow voice came from the door. It was not loud, but it was like a stone hitting boiling water, instantly quieting the noisy private room.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Teng Zijing standing at the door with his arms around An Yu, a smile on his lips.
"Master Jing!" "Master Jing!"
Everyone hurriedly stood up to greet each other, and their relaxed attitudes instantly became more restrained, even their breathing became lighter.
Teng Zijing ignored the others and walked straight to Deng Zhouyi, his gaze lingering on his bloodshot eyes.
Slowly, he picked up a glass of wine from the table, put it in his hand, and took a glass for himself.
He raised his hand, clinked it against his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Why are you acting crazy again?" Teng Zijing put the empty cup on the table and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you want to kill Jiang Chengyu?"
Deng Zhouyi stiffened his neck and said nothing, his face flushed red, also due to the aftereffects of alcohol.
At this moment, those eyes clearly revealed his extreme anger.
Teng Zijing suddenly chuckled, the mockery in his tone could not be hidden: "You have probably forgotten the scene of saving people in Dongheng Community in the second grade of junior high school, right?
A person can be as light as a swallow, without any external force, and rush to the rooftop with Yu Qianqian,
With that skill, are you sure you can get close to him? And kill him?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, pouring down on Deng Zhouyi's head. He tightened his grip on the wine glass, his knuckles turning white, but he couldn't refute a single word.
What Teng Zijing said was true. He had seen Jiang Chengyu's skills with his own eyes and knew that he could not compare to them.
The air in the private room froze instantly, and even the background music seemed to be muted, leaving only the slightly awkward breathing of the crowd.
Teng Zijing reached out and patted Deng Zhouyi's shoulder, the warmth of his palm carrying a soothing meaning:
"Sit down and tell me. What could have made you so angry?"
Deng Zhouyi's tense back gradually relaxed under his gaze, and he fell back onto the sofa, rubbing his hair with his hands.
After a long while, he raised his head, his voice filled with frustration: "Yu Qianqian...she rejected me and went back to the rental house by herself.
Just because I met with her boss today, she got mad at me and said she didn't want to be treated specially... I just wanted to help her, so how could that be wrong?"
"You don't understand this." Xie Xinyu listened carefully and couldn't help but speak.
"Assistant Deng, calm down first. Among us sisters, Qianqian is the most simple and the most stubborn."
She picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip, her tone soft with a hint of memories.
"When she was in college, her family was not as well off as ours, so she had to work part-time to earn her tuition and living expenses. She worked as a waiter in a restaurant on weekends.
She even tutored at night and never asked her family for a penny. She was so stubborn that nothing could change her mind.
Zhu Ling nodded and agreed, "That's right. She always says that you have to earn what you want to feel secure, and she can't stand the feeling of taking shortcuts."
If you went to her boss today, she might think you were taking a shortcut for her, so of course she would feel uncomfortable."
The sisters all looked at Deng Zhouyi with firm approval in their eyes.
An Yu sat next to Teng Zijing and smiled softly: "Miss Jie is right. Girls are very thoughtful.
Especially a girl like Qianqian who is stubborn at heart. Give her some time to slowly figure out your feelings."
She paused, and looked at Deng Zhouyi with a gentler gaze, "To be honest, when I first saw Qianqian,
I think her pure nature complements your cold temper perfectly. When pursuing a girl, you have to be patient; you can't rush it."
Teng Zijing didn't say anything, but just picked up the bottle and added wine to Deng Zhouyi's empty glass, pushed it in front of him, with a look of understanding in his eyes that said "I knew this earlier".
Deng Zhouyi looked at the wine shaking in the glass, and thought of Yu Qianqian's thin back when she turned and left. The anger in his heart slowly subsided, leaving only a bit of indescribable bitterness.