When Zhou Jian and Wen Renhuiyin arrived at the Abel Airport in the United States, someone was already waiting for them outside the airport. A Chinese man of medium build, wearing sunglasses and a mustache, looked a little funny, but Zhou
Jian saw his calloused right hand, but he could guess that this was a master of marksmanship who could use a gun as well as chopsticks.
"Hello you two, my name is Yang Tian, my wife sent me to pick you up."
The wife Yang Tian mentioned was naturally Mu Wanqiu.
"Oh, thank you." Wen Renhuiyin said. Today she was wearing a black windbreaker and solemn black silk gloves on her hands. Her hair was not tied into a ponytail as casually as before, but was pulled up.
It was tied behind her head, but Wenren Huiyin still looked very graceful wearing such a deliberately solemn outfit.
Zhou Jian, on the other hand, was still wearing the black dress he had worn on the day he attended the birthday party. Of course, the blood stains on it had been washed away.
Ever since he set foot on American soil, Zhou Jian summoned the Ghost Slayer clone to form a body, and was always alert to the surroundings. He found that there were many people around him who glanced at him and Huiyin intentionally or unintentionally, but there was no murderous intent in them.
Obviously he's not a killer, so he seems to be a bodyguard.
Zhou Jian suddenly realized that Wenren Huiyin's identity became very sensitive once Wenren Shaolong died. As the heir to Wenren Shaolong's property, Wenren Huiyin was naturally likely to be assassinated, but Mu Wanqiu only let
Yang Tian came to pick up Wenren Huiyin and himself alone, and at the same time sent plainclothes bodyguards to protect them all around. I am afraid it was also out of the consideration of keeping a low profile. This was more conducive to the safety of himself and Huiyin.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jian developed some affection for Mu Wanqiu, a woman he had never met. If she were a greedy and vicious woman, let alone protecting Wenren Huiyin, it would be good if she didn't send someone to assassinate her.
Thinking about it, since Wenren Shaolong was willing to abandon his wife and daughter and leave the family for this woman named Mu Wanqiu, then this Mu Wanqiu should be a woman worthy of Wenren Shaolong's sacrifice.
The three of them got into the car. It was a black Ford commercial vehicle. Although it was worth a lot of money, it seemed inconspicuous in the parking lot of Abel Airport, which was full of luxury cars.
The three of them didn't talk much along the way. Wenren Huiyin sat on the window seat and stared at the scenery passing by outside the window. Abel is a new city after the catastrophe. There are not many like New York.
For skyscrapers like Chicago, almost all of the low-rise buildings along the way are gray and solemn.
The sunshine at the end of June was bright, the sky was blue, and the clouds were white. However, under this carefree sky, Wen Ren Huiyin felt a little confused.
Although she was used to a life without a father and a mother, and although she had no feelings for her father, when she suddenly learned that her last close relative had passed away, Wenren Huiyin still felt an unavoidable feeling of melancholy and sadness in her heart.
Zhou Jian sat next to her, stretched out his hand to hold Wenren Huiyin's catkin, and squeezed it gently, conveying his comfort in this way. Wenren Huiyin moved, and she turned her head to look
She looked at Zhou Jian and smiled reluctantly. The bright sunshine shone on her face through the car window, giving her a pitiful and fragile beauty.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Jian asked.
"Well...I'm fine."
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The car drove on the rolling hills, and the scenery along the way was colorful. If it were in China, this place would definitely be known as the Flower City.
After passing several hills, the car finally stopped in front of a large mountain villa. Yang Tian parked the car in front of the villa, opened the door, and said respectfully: "Miss, we are here."
This is Wenren Shaolong's vacation villa. He doesn't usually live here. He only comes to this villa to enjoy life with Mu Wanqiu and enjoy the rare and comfortable time.
Opening the door of the villa, there are already some bodyguards with white flowers on their chests standing in the yard. White cloth, black silk and several spiritual lamps are hung on the tall villa door. There are wreaths and a simple altar table in the yard.
There is an incense burner and a portrait of the deceased. The photo is probably of Wenren Shaolong when he was in his twenties. He had a handsome face, a neat suit, and his hair was neatly combed back with shiny gel. He looked high-spirited.
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The decoration of the mourning hall is completely in the Chinese retro style, and some people in the courtyard even wear the hemp-leaf mourning clothes that were only available in ancient China.
Yang Tian led Zhou Jian and Huiyin inside, but was stopped by a Caucasian bodyguard after only a few steps. He said in American English: "Mr. Siegel's order is that people entering the villa need to be searched.
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He kept looking at Zhou Jian while he was talking. It was obvious that the search was aimed at Zhou Jian.
Zhou Jian frowned. He clearly felt an unfriendly tone. He didn't know if these people knew Wen Renhuiyin's identity, but it seemed that even if they knew, they wouldn't give him face.
Yang Tian's face darkened, and he said: "These two are Madam's guests, don't go too far."
The bodyguard said expressionlessly: "I only execute orders, Mr. Yang, please understand."
Yang Tian wanted to say something else, but Zhou Jian said: "It doesn't matter, just search."
He said and took a step forward. Regardless of whether the other party meant to make things difficult, after all, this was the funeral of Huiyin's father, and on this occasion, Zhou Jian really didn't want to cause trouble in the mourning hall. Firstly, it was to show respect for the deceased, and secondly,
In order to take care of Wenren Huiyin’s feelings.
The bodyguard searched Zhou Jian's body, but found nothing. Then he turned to Wen Renhuiyin and said, "Miss, please cooperate with me."
As soon as the bodyguard said these words, Zhou Jian's expression changed. If it weren't for the fact that this was the funeral hall of Wenren Huiyin's father, he would have wanted to hit her. He pulled Wenren Huiyin and blocked her.
Behind him, he stared coldly at the bodyguard.
From the conversation between the bodyguard and Yang Tian, he could find out that Mu Wanqiu did not have absolute say in the power established by Wen Ren Shao Long. At this time, Wen Ren Shao Long was already dead and wanted to count on his old subordinates.
Respecting Wenren Huiyin is obviously not very realistic.
Yang Tian said angrily: "Sam Brown, do you know who the girl standing in front of you is? If you dare to touch your dirty hands, I will make you regret coming to this world!"
The bodyguard named Sam said: "Sorry, I don't know who she is, and I don't need to find out. I'm just following Mr. Siegel's order. All strangers need to be searched. In order to ensure that everyone is present at the funeral in the past few days,
personal safety of personnel.”
"Okay, very good!" Yang Tian said and took out his mobile phone to make a call. Zhou Jian guessed that he wanted to call Mu Wanqiu. This scene made Zhou Jian sigh. Yang Tian obviously belonged to Mu Wanqiu's group, and Mu Wanqiu was in
The weight in this family seems to be lighter than I thought.
At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from the corner of the road, "Sam, is it your turn to speak here?" Although the voice was not very loud, it carried a faint majesty that was irresistible.
Zhou Jian followed the call and saw a dignified and beautiful woman sitting on an electric wheelchair appearing at the corner of the road. She looked to be in her forties, wearing a white mourning dress, and her face was slightly pale.
That Sam immediately lowered his head and shouted respectfully: "Madam."
Yang Tian hurriedly walked over and touched the handle of the wheelchair and said, "Madam, why are you out?"
"It's okay, just come out and bask in the sunshine." The woman said, covering her mouth and coughing.
Seeing this sick woman, Zhou Jian's eyelids twitched slightly. He had no idea that Wenren Shaolong's wife Mu Wanqiu was already like this. He even wondered if Mu Wanqiu didn't have much time left to live.
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Mu Wanqiu came to Zhou Jian and Wen Renhuiyin in a wheelchair. She glanced at Zhou Jian first, and then her eyes fell on Wen Renhuiyin, "Are you Huiyin? I've seen you in photos many times.
Already."
Wenren Huiyin nodded, "Are you Aunt Mu?"
To Mu Wanqiu, Wenren Huiyin said that she didn't have any resentment in her heart. That would be a lie. A large part of the reason why Wenren Huiyin's mother died of illness so early was because she was abandoned by Wenren Shaolong and was heartbroken.
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But now, everything has passed, her father has passed away, and now seeing Mu Wanqiu, Wenren Huiyin seems to suddenly realize the heavy love between her father and Mu Wanqiu, which is naturally not comparable to her mother who was in an arranged marriage.
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"Well, I am, haha, we finally met, um... follow me to the mourning hall and offer incense to your father, okay?"
"OK."
Mu Wanqiu smiled and motioned to Yang Tian to push her to the mourning hall, while Wenren Huiyin and Zhou Jian followed Mu Wanqiu. Zhou Jian naturally felt Mu Wanqiu's indifference towards him. In fact, this was also human nature.
In Mu Wanqiu's opinion, Wenren Huiyin was a simple girl.
Moreover, she is at the age when she is full of longing for love. At this time, she is easily moved by boys' sweet words and then falls in love. Moreover, Wen Ren Huiyin is about to inherit a large amount of property. In this way, Zhou Jian's motives are revealed in the evening.
Late autumn seems to be worthy of consideration.
The formal mourning hall is in the backyard. From the front yard of the villa to the backyard, you have to pass through a garden. The garden is not big, but it is very delicately arranged. There is a green water lily pond on one side, with a nine-curved stone bridge unique to Chinese gardens on the pond, and on the other side.
It is an exquisite white fence with green weeping willows planted in it.
Walking along the path in the garden, branches of weeping willows naturally hung down in front of everyone. When walking, they had to be separated like door curtains. Looking at these weeping willows, Mu Wanqiu suddenly said with emotion: "I moved these weeping willows here."
I planted it with my own hands when I was living in the villa, and it has grown so big now, time flies so fast."
Wen Renhuiyin said lightly, but did not say anything. She felt that although Mu Wanqiu was only in her forties, her body was filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if she had experienced the ups and downs of life.
Mu Wanqiu suddenly smiled and said, "Huiyin, you still don't know what kind of business your father is doing, right?"
"I don't know." Wen Renhuiyin shook her head.
"Haha...he actually belongs to the American Mafia."
