Chu Tianshu winked at Ren Changfeng and Ye Shaoliu, led the two of them, and followed Tang Yanyan out of the living room.
To Chu Tianshu's surprise, Tang Yanyan led them out of the manor, across the beach, and then boarded a small yacht parked at a small pier on the seaside.
Chu Tianshu asked in surprise: "Isn't Dongfang Qiu in the manor?"
Tang Yanyan looked back at Chu Tianshu and said softly: "Do you believe me?"
Although the yacht is not big, it is well-equipped with comfortable and luxurious decoration, including bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, and even a small karaoke room.
Apart from a few of them, there was only one driver in the cockpit on the yacht.
After a few people sat down, the yacht slowly sailed towards the deep sea.
The stars are like diamonds, set in the velvet night, twinkling.
The sparkling sea extends into the darkness in the distance. A group of unknown seabirds are preying on the water, their white wings making arc-shaped trajectories in the air.
Chu Tianshu sat on the sofa on the first floor platform of the yacht, puffing on a cigarette.
Ren Changfeng winked at Ye Shaoliu: "Shaoliu, let's go fishing."
Although Ye Shaoliu doesn't like to talk, his emotional intelligence is not low.
When he heard the words, he immediately understood, said "Okay", picked up the fishing tackle next to him, and went to the deck outside with Ren Changfeng.
Chu Tianshu was speechless.
This guy acted as if he and Tang Yanyan were going to do something shameful.
Tang Yanyan came to Chu Tianshu with two glasses of red wine, handed one to Chu Tianshu, and then sat down next to Chu Tianshu.
She crossed her legs, outlining the graceful leg lines, supported her chin with one hand, and rested her elbow on the back of the leather sofa. She looked at the sea with her eyes obsessed, and whispered softly like a dream: "If I could spend every day like this
How great would it be?”
Chu Tianshu shook the wine glass gently, took a sip, and asked: "Why do you want to take me to sea?"
"Don't ask, okay?"
Tang Yanyan leaned forward and placed the goblet in his hand on the glass coffee table in front of him, then got close to Chu Tianshu and took Chu Tianshu's arm.
Chu Tianshu took out his hand without leaving a trace, stood up and stretched: "It would be really nice if I could not think about anything and have a relaxing and comfortable vacation every day."
Chu Tianshu always felt that something was not right about Tang Yanyan's performance, but since Tang Yanyan was unwilling to say anything, he would not press him.
…
In the manor, a quiet tea room.
Peng Jiamu was sitting opposite Dongfang Qiu.
Dongfang Qiu was wearing a navy blue Zen suit, and his gray hair was combed meticulously.
He took a sip of tea, looked at the gloomy Peng Jiamu in front of him, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "I announced in public that all the properties of the Dongfang family will be handed over to Tang Yanyan. Are you very angry?"
Peng Jiamu shook his head: "It's not anger, but sadness."
Dongfang Qiu refilled his tea cup and said with a sneer: "How sad that you have exhausted all your efforts and ended up in vain?"
Peng Jiamu gritted his teeth: "It's sad that you were toyed with by a woman."
"if not?"
Dongfang Qiu sneered, "Is it not sad to be played around with by you and that villain?"
Peng Jiamu gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think Tang Yanyan is a good person?
Do you know how many things she did behind your back?"
As he spoke, he slammed a pile of information on the tea table in front of him and said angrily: "Open your dim old eyes and take a good look."
Dongfang Qiu didn't glance at the information on the table, and sneered: "Even if Tang Yanyan ruined the Dongfang family, I would not hand over the Freemasonry to that evil beast who made me shameless to face my ancestors."
Peng Jiamu shouted angrily: "The love between me and Yue has nothing to do with anyone else, and no one has the right to interfere."
Dongfang Qiu said in a deep voice: "I'm too lazy to interfere. You guys should get away from me and don't come out to hinder my eyes."
Peng Jiamu's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and said, "Don't worry, there will be no chance in the future."
Dongfang Qiu narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"
"He is dead. He was killed by Miss Tang Yanyan whom you admired."
Peng Jiamu suddenly raised his head and shouted hysterically: "Are you satisfied?
Old thing?"
Dongfang Qiu was stunned for a moment and said with a look of disbelief: "What did you say?"
Peng Jiamu roared loudly: "The evil obstacle that made you shameless to face your ancestors is dead. Tang Yanyan and her mistress whom you admired were killed."
Dongfang Qiu murmured to himself: "How could Yanyan hide such a big thing from me?"
His eyes flickered, he stared at Peng Jiamu, shook his head and said, "You must be lying to me, right?"
"What a stubborn old guy. At this point, do you still want to deceive yourself?"
Peng Jiamu roared angrily, took out a few photos from his arms and threw them in front of Dongfang Qiu.
Dongfang Qiu picked up the photo.
The photo was taken by Peng Jiamu of Dongfang Yue’s tragic death.
Looking at Dongfang Yue's miserable appearance with red skin and blisters all over his body, Dongfang Qiu's lips trembled slightly.
After all, he was the son he had raised and cultivated since childhood. Although he hated Dongfang Yue for not living up to expectations and hated Dongfang Yue for making him lose face, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he saw Dongfang Yue like this.
"Are you satisfied?
Are you happy?"
Peng Jiamu burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, "From now on, Yue will never be an eyesore to you again."
Laughing and laughing, Peng Jiamu started to cry, tears streaming down his face.
Dongfang Qiu clenched his fists loudly, his emotions seemed extremely excited, and his lips trembled as he said: "For the sake of controlling the Freemasonry, he actually tried to murder his father. Such an evil deed, he deserves to die."
He seemed to be saying these words to Peng Jiamu, but it was more like he was confirming his own thoughts and comforting himself not to be sad.
Peng Jiamu stopped crying, laughed again, looked at Dongfang Qiu, and asked jokingly: "Do you know Tang Yanyan's true identity?
Do you know whose daughter she is?"
Dongfang Qiu raised his slightly red eyes and looked at Peng Jiamu, and asked in a deep voice: "Whose daughter is she?"
Peng Jiamu's face was full of sarcasm, and he said word by word: "Gong Yejing!"
"Gong Yejing?"
Dongfang Qiu's face instantly turned pale. Obviously, this news had a greater impact on him than Dongfang Yue's death.
Seeing Dongfang Qiu's unsightly expression, Peng Jiamu smiled even more heartily: "Are you surprised?
Shocked?
Do you regret it?"
Peng Jiamu sarcastically said: "Do you always think that Tang Jun is just an economic consultant you hired?"
The corner of Dongfang Qiu's mouth twitched fiercely, and then he shouted sternly: "Let Tang Yanyan come to see me immediately, and then call all the top officials of the Freemasonry. I want to change the decision of letting Tang Yanyan take charge of the Freemasonry...