Chapter 46 - 46 045 Some people wont straighten up until their

Chapter 46: 045: Some people won’t straighten up until their memorial portrait is hung up. Chapter 46: 045: Some people won’t straighten up until their memorial portrait is hung up. After the shift change, it was almost five o’clock.

Wen Changling had just walked out of the oncology building when someone blocked his way.

“Wen Changling.”

Wen Changling detoured around them.

Zeng Zhili threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and chased after him.

“Is the money ready?”

Wen Changling walked quickly, “I don’t have any money.”

Zeng Zhili persisted annoyingly, “You work in such a big hospital and have no money?” As he spoke, he reached out to rummage through Wen Changling’s bag.

Wen Changling dodged to one side.

“Keep following me, and I’ll call the police.”

Zeng Zhili crossed his arms, shaking his leg on the spot, “Calling the police to arrest me again?” He said with the shamelessness of a dead pig not afraid of scalding water, “What are you charging me with this time? Rape again?”

Seven years ago, Zeng Zhili went to prison for an attempted rape. The scar on his forehead was caused by Wen Changling, using the trophy she’d won in a national competition.

“I wasted my time in prison.” Her emotions were still stable, her gaze indifferent and cold, as if she were looking at a lifeless object, “You still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Zeng Zhili was angered by her provocation and raised his hand.

She didn’t even blink.

Zeng Zhili remembered seven years ago, she had the same expression, watching him undress without a ripple of emotion, reaching smoothly for the trophy, and thrusting its sharpest part towards him. She aimed for his eyes, but he dodged, so she missed. Then she calmly washed her hands, watching him wail on the ground as if he were dirt, waiting for enough blood to spill before finally calling the police.

Many people were fooled by Wen Changling, only heaven and earth knew who was harming whom.

Grinding his teeth, Zeng Zhili lowered his raised hand, “No money, then someone will do.” The scar on his forehead was fierce and bumpy, twitching with his volatile emotions like worms wriggling in his veins, “Wen Changling, others may not know what you’ve done, but I know it best. You’re the reason I ended up like this, if I can’t live a good life, neither can you. I’ve got nothing to lose anyway.”

Zeng Zhili was not like the weakling Sun Zheng; threats and intimidation were useless. People like Zeng Zhili could only be tamed in prison or in an obituary.

Wen Changling wondered if she had made a wrong move; she seemed to have overestimated her patience, she wanted to hit someone.

“Just wait.” Zeng Zhili sneered contemptuously, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Oh, just wait.

Tuesday, heavy rain.

Wednesday, clear skies.

loved lively occasions and had started inviting people a week in advance. He usually didn’t stay at the Flower

them when he ran a bar. His family didn’t support his music, insisting that he study business, something he was clearly not cut out for. That was

floor had been turned into an

Gu

style, was dressed like a Christmas tree, “Fourth Brother, you’re late,

here,

stay at my place tonight.” Gu Yihuan attached himself to Xie Shang, without feeling the need to save face in front of him, “I don’t care,

the drink and drank

“Happy now?”

doe-eyed cutie, holding out his

him a set of car

had badgered his mother for until she threatened him with a golf club she hadn’t used in ages, declaring she’d rather kill him and have another child, conveniently giving his dad

I love

Xie Shang, “Scram.”

“Okay.”

“scrammed” over to Gu Kaiyun,

He couldn’t stand it.

tossed his phone on the table, “Transfer it

the New Year. Now it was clear why he had organized the

people came today—Gu Yihuan’s classmates, friends from the bar band, and a handful of childhood buddies who shared

with splashes of alcohol. He picked a spot which

Gu Yihuan went to open a window and then started

in high

him, “Didn’t sleep well last

“Yeah.”

“Give me your hand.”

Shang extended his

Kaiyun took his pulse; he was a traditional Chinese

bothered by

Xie Shang said, “No.”

had been poor these past couple

on his mind. Gu Kaiyun

continued to rest,

of water was handed to

some

band. Gu Yihuan loved to revel in excitement and often invited friends

who had last invited him to go

took the cup,

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