In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Zhuque helped Chen Qi take out the bullet from his shoulder and briefly bandaged it.
"Okay, with the Dragon Lord's physique, this wound will be healed in less than two days." Suzaku nodded and said.
Chen Qi heard this and began to put on his own clothes.
Suzaku pursed his lips, "Dragon Lord, you haven't been injured for almost four years, right? Now you are actually shot by someone. If those people knew about it, they might be surprised."
Chen Qi put on his clothes neatly and said with a smile, "You can take it out and talk about it. This may be a rare piece of big news."
"I'm not that boring."
Suzaku rolled his eyes and then asked, "Dragon Lord, did you get hurt on purpose this time?"
Chen Qi glanced at Suzaku, "What do you think?"
"It must be intentional!" Suzaku looked like he had seen through everything, "If you are willing, the power of the bullet will definitely not hurt you."
Suzaku looked like he was gossiping, "Ye Miaoyu rushed out regardless of her own safety. You got angry, and then deliberately got hurt, so that Ye Miaoyu would remember it in your heart and stop her from being reckless in the future. Am I right?"
"
Chen Qi smiled and shook his head, but did not respond.
Suzaku pouted, "It seems I was right. If you really like that Ye Miaoyu, you should confess it earlier. You are considered a real couple anyway. Why do you have to be so incompetent? As a bystander, I can see
I’m all anxious.”
Chen Qi shook his head, "There are some things you don't understand."
Chen Qi knew that Ye Miaoyu was the woman he had a relationship with back then, but Ye Miaoyu did not know Chen Qi's identity.
If Chen Qi confesses now, not only will the relationship between the two be unable to ease, but Wanwan may even leave him.
This is not what Chen Qi wants.
Moreover, he won't be able to stay here for long. The war at the border will start again at any time. Maybe one day, he will leave again.
Therefore, it is better not to let them know your identity as much as possible.
Suzaku suddenly said, "Lord Dragon, tomorrow is the day when Zhang Hongru holds the funeral for Lin Yi and Zhang Huan."
Chen Qi raised his head slightly, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"
"Everything is ready."
The corner of Chen Qi's mouth curved, "Very good, tomorrow
, let’s go and give a big gift.”
The clouds are low, the sky is gray, and the autumn rain is falling, which seems to accentuate the current desolation.
Qixiao Mountain in Fancheng is the largest cemetery in Fancheng.
In today's Fancheng, land is more valuable than gold, and cemeteries are even more so.
The people who can be buried here were all members of wealthy and aristocratic families.
It is not the Qingming Festival, but Qixiao Mountain today is full of people, black umbrellas, and nobles from all over Fancheng, all dressed in black with a white flower on their sleeves.
Everyone looked heavy and mourned deeply.
On dozens of steps in front of the crowd, there was a mourning hall covered by an awning, in which two white photographs were enshrined.
A woman in white clothes with a haggard face stands in front of the incense with her hands held in her hands and her eyes blank.
She is Fancheng's new star in recent years, Zhang Hongru.
The Zhang family was run by Zhang Hongru. It has become very popular in recent years and seems to be catching up with the super family in Fancheng.
But who would have thought that someone from such a super wealthy family would dare to touch her brow.
The culprit was actually Zhang Hongru’s ex-husband.
Zhang Hongru raised her head slightly and looked intently.
In front of her, there were two crystal coffins, with two static and peaceful figures lying on each side.
It was Lin Yi and Zhang Huan who died.
After being repaired by the embalmer, the fatal wounds on their bodies were covered. At first glance, they looked like they were sleeping.
"I, Zhang Hongru, swear to God that I will make that man pay with blood!" Zhang Hongru said silently in her heart.
Incense is curling up, mourning sounds are ringing in the ears, and together with the sound of raindrops, it is even more tragic.
People who came to express their condolences came forward one after another, saluted and offered incense.
Zhang Hongru returned the greetings one by one.
"Miss Zhang, my condolences." A man who had finished offering incense comforted Zhang Hongru and said.
Zhang Hongru bowed slightly and thanked her.
This man's name is Zhou Bangyan, the owner of a stone factory. He had business dealings with the Zhang family in the past, and he came here to express his condolences today.
Zhou Bangyan heard about it at a birthday party held by the Zhang family a few days ago.
Zhang Hongru's husband, Lin Yi, and their son, Zhang Huan, were killed on the spot. It is said that the person who killed them was Zhang Hongru's husband.
But for some unknown purpose, the Zhang family
It was claimed that the two died in an accident.
Those who were present that day naturally understood the facts, but due to the Zhang family's influence in Fancheng, they did not dare to comment on it.
At this moment, a black business car stopped in the square below, and a middle-aged man stepped out of it.
Others tried to hold an umbrella for him, but he pushed him away.
He looked gloomy and walked quickly towards the steps with heavy steps.
Behind him, a young man followed closely. Judging from his appearance, he looked somewhat similar to the dead Lin Yi.
The middle-aged man stepped onto the steps, slowed down a little, and then walked to the two crystal coffins.
A feeling of sadness filled his whole body, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The young man behind him saw this and quickly stepped forward to help him, "Father!"
The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly, then glared at Zhang Hongru, "Who did this!"
Zhang Hongru's eyes were empty and she did not respond.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Hongru's collar, "I ask you, who killed my son and who killed my grandson!"
That's right, this middle-aged man is Lin Yi's father and Zhang Huan's grandfather, Lin Chang!
The middle-aged man next to him was Lin Yi's younger brother, Lin Tuo.
Lin Chang was not from Fancheng, but from a well-known family in Luocheng, and enjoyed high prestige in the local area.
As Lin Chang's eldest son, Lin Yi was supposed to inherit the Lin family business.
But a few years ago, Lin Yi resolutely rejected Lin Chang's request and chose to marry a woman from Fancheng, saying that he already had a son.
The father and son also had conflicts over this, which lasted for five years.
Unexpectedly, when we met again, the person with white hair was already sending someone with black hair.
"His name is Chen Qi."
"Then?"
"Then what?"
"I heard that he is your ex-husband." Lin Chang stared at Zhang Hongru, "Lin Yi was involved in the affair between you two and was implicated. His death has nothing to do with you!"
Zhang Hongru was noncommittal, "Lin Yi is my lover, Zhang Huan is my flesh and blood, and I grieve more than anyone else for their death."
Lin Chang let go of Zhang Hongru, with hatred in his eyes, "Then how come I heard that you have done nothing in the past few days since Lin Yi and Zhang Huan died? With your power in Fancheng, can't you kill a single person?"
