Chapter 60 Chapter 60 See where you are...

My eyelids are so heavy... My head is so dizzy...

It seems to be the scent of Fijian sandalwood, with a slight chill.

Where is this?

Zhao Manzhi struggled to wake up, but found herself in a completely unfamiliar place, with lacquer screens of fine craftsmanship, art treasures displayed on the entire wall, and soft velvet curtains hanging from the arched French windows with high ceilings, rolled up in a symmetrical and elegant arc.

The bedroom of a princess in a fairy tale is just like this.

If the person she saw before fainting was Zhuang Youkai, Zhao Manzhi would not be surprised to be transferred to such a place, but she was under the impression that she was drinking coffee with Fang Ling, but went to the bathroom, and the whole world changed.

Is it a dream? She pinched herself and grimaced in pain.

... If this is the case, there is only one possibility.

She was kidnapped.

Zhao Manzhi was very calm, and the first thing she thought about was to find her mobile phone. But soon, she realized that if she was really kidnapped, the kidnapper would not give her the opportunity to call the police.

She turned over and got out of bed, only to find that the clothes stained with coffee had been changed. On the Persian carpet beside the bed, there was a pair of silk mules.

In this room, there was nothing that belonged to her except this body.

Dusk fell and the sun set.

It was slowly getting dark outside the window, but it did not hinder her observation.

Zhao Manzhi stood in front of the window and carefully identified where she was. The lush clusters of flowers looked like the Liuyuan Garden, but the houses and buildings were not very similar.

The only information she could get was that this must be one of the richest places in Hong Kong Island. After all, apart from those places, it was difficult to find a quiet place in this overly noisy city. It was not

until a light cough came from behind that Zhao Manzhi realized that there was another person in the room.

Chen Peishan was sitting next to the Buddhist shrine. The dim light was half-hidden, making the string of Buddhist beads in her hand particularly conspicuous.

When their eyes met, she stood up. Her figure was still slender and her age was hard to tell. "Miss Zhao is kind-hearted."

She felt so sincerely. A girl, who suddenly came to a completely unfamiliar place, was not panicked, nor did she cry weakly. If she was not too stupid, she was too smart.

But Chen Peishan seemed to have overestimated Zhao Manzhi. Suddenly, she found a woman sitting in the corner. Zhao Manzhi's first reaction was that it was haunted. She did not scream because in the next second, she found a shadow under the woman's feet.

Those with shadows should be people... right.

Zhao Manzhi stood there and calmed down, "I don't know what to call you."

"I should be considered Akai's mother." She has a pair of very beautiful peach blossom eyes, which look around, and her smile is like a crescent moon, but because the smile does not reach her eyes, she does not look friendly, "Did he mention it to you? My last name is Chen."

That must be Zhuang Zhaocheng's second wife.

Zhao Manzhi nodded, "I heard a little bit."

"It's good to know a little bit. I thought he wouldn't mention family matters to you."

Chen Peishan twisted the beads in her hand, and the 108 small-leaf red sandalwood beads rolled slowly between her fingers. "But Akai is young after all. His knowledge of the right and wrong of the past comes from word of mouth. As long as it is said by people, it will inevitably be tainted with emotions, don't you think?"

Zhao Manzhi didn't say anything, leaning against the window, always alert to her movements.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Zhao. As a woman, I just want you to see another perspective, so as not to generalize and be blinded by one thing."

Her voice is gentle, and people are willing to listen. "The fire in Liuyuan that year was set by Lin Shuyun herself."

More than 20 years ago, the winter nights in Hong Kong Island were even deeper and the dew was heavy. Chen Peishan put on a sable and took a last look at Lin Shuyun before going out.

She was six months pregnant, but her limbs were still very slender. It was probably because of the excessive thinking during pregnancy that her face was a little pale.

Chen Peishan knew that it was the words she brought that worked. In this situation, she suddenly felt a little pity for this rich girl who had been pampered since childhood.

It was really funny that she would be so condescending to Lin Shuyun.

But she had her own reasons.

The sheepskin-soled high heels had just taken a step when Lin Shuyun called her.

Even her voice was very weak, trembling slightly, like glass that would break at the slightest touch, "Is this really... what Zhuang Zhaocheng meant?"

"Yes." Chen Peishan adjusted her expression, her red lips were seductive, and her tone was artificial, just like the stereotyped perception of people in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, "Ah Cheng said that he would leave all his wealth to us Lucas. After all, he didn't take good care of him when he was a child, so he should make up for it more." "

No, you're lying."

Lin Shuyun stood up with the help of a side table, and her light amber pupils looked straight into her eyes, "He bought a property estate for you in Mid-Levels early in the morning, and you never lacked food, clothing and daily necessities."

"Compared to Deep Water Bay, it's really a small matter."

"How can you have such a big ambition?"

"Mrs. Zhuang, people always go to higher places."

The door slammed shut behind her, shaking the window glass.

Chen Peishan was startled. The action of closing the door seemed to have exhausted all of Lin Shuyun's strength. She held the door with one hand and supported her waist with the other hand to support her pregnant belly. What she thought was the fruit of love now looked like a huge tumor, eating away at her last bit of strength.

Lin Shuyun looked at her with red eyes, "I'll ask you one last time, how can you be so ambitious? It was Zhuang Zhaocheng who instigated you to do this, right?"

She was speechless.

Facing such a poor woman, Chen Peishan couldn't lie.

Climbing up to Zhuang Zhaocheng was an accident, just like when people are unlucky for a long time, they always have to have good luck, and being pregnant with Zhuang Zhaocheng's child was Chen Peishan's lottery ticket in life. When

she decided to seize this opportunity, she only wanted a luxurious life in exchange, and she didn't think about the position of Zhuang's wife.

It was Zhuang Zhaocheng who told her that he loved her and wanted to make her his legal wife, but he couldn't face his first wife.

He wanted her to help get rid of Lin Shuyun, otherwise Lin Shuyun would definitely not treat her and her son well if she knew.

In a moment of infatuation, Chen Peishan agreed, but when she saw the gentle and weak Lin Shuyun, she realized that it was actually the man beside her who deceived her.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. She has already come to Deep Water Bay, so she can only continue this play.

Lin Shuyun listened to her quietly. She was born in Australia Island. The higher education in China and the West has made her always conscious of being a lady. She is noble and elegant. Even if she is angry, she will not shout or cry. Even her tears are silent.

Chen Peishan only remembers that her tears could not stop falling that night, rolling down her thin jaw and wetting her soft satin dress.

The last words she said to Chen Peishan were, "Thank you."

Thank you for what?

It was a long time before Chen Peishan learned that before Zhuang Zhaocheng instigated her to make trouble, Lin Shuyun had just merged the family's property into Huanye.

Perhaps at that time she was watching her two children playing and laughing on the lawn. Zhuang Zhaocheng was beside her, carefully touching her slightly bulging belly, "He seemed to kick me!"

"He was so strong, it must be a boy."

"It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. Ah Yun, as long as it's our child, I like it."

She thought that a man who devoted everything to her could stay with her for a lifetime.

Until the arrival of Chen Peishan and Zhuang Youliang broke this dream.

She thanked Chen Peishan for making her sober.

"When I left, I heard her calling Grandma Xu, saying that she wanted to go to the rose garden to take a look. Grandma Xu also advised her, Madam, the wind is so strong, it's not good to work hard..."

Chen Peishan looked past Zhao Manzhi and looked at the pink and purple Kenyan roses blooming vigorously on the balcony, and sneered, "I know you may not believe me, it doesn't matter, just treat it as a story, and you will forget it after listening. I believed him unconsciously and became his stab. I have been regretting it all these years, so I hope you don't suffer such a loss."

"You brought me here just to say this?"

She looked at this young and bright girl and smiled suddenly.

Yes, if she told her past self that she would live a life like this in the future, how could she believe it?

Zhao Manzhi was understandable for not believing her and being wary of her.

Anyway, she was not kidnapped to talk about these insignificant old stories.

In the golden nanmu Buddhist shrine, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat on a thousand-petal green lotus, with his kind eyes looking down, seeing all the sufferings of the world. Chen Peishan knelt on the soft cushion, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and bowed devoutly.

Seeing this, Zhao Manzhi thought that Chen Peishan had no intention of communicating anymore, so she took a deep breath and made up her mind to go and pull the door handle.

A voice suddenly sounded behind her, "Miss Zhao, you feel that it has nothing to do with you after listening to this. Are you sure that Akai will not become such a person?"

She turned around and saw Chen Peishan still in front of the Buddha. The light divided her face into two, half bright and half dark.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

"See how much weight you have in his heart."

*

In January, New York was still snowing heavily, and the howling wind swept through, like a giant beast, swallowing up the glamorous Manhattan.

Under the towering urban skyline is the famous Wall Street. It is no exaggeration to say that if the financial tsunami is a natural disaster, then people die here every second.

"Hey Raymond, what are you thinking about?" Old Bill's fat fingers held an equally thick cigar and tried to put it on Zhuang Youkai's shoulder. Unfortunately, he was too tall and Bill was too fat, so they couldn't complete the expected action decently,

so they had to give up. "We are all very happy to hear that you will personally preside over the meeting! We can see at a glance that you have more courage than your grandfather." Zhuang Youkai hooked his lower lip politely. He bet that Bill must have said the same thing to Zhuang Youliang.

Americans are really good at complimenting people.

Unable to resist his enthusiasm, Zhuang Youkai reluctantly responded with a few words, and only after refusing the Cuban cigar that he insisted on giving him a chance to be quiet.

He didn't have much contact with financial business, and he was really unsure about sitting in the meeting for Zhuang Zhenye.

Moreover, before this, Zhuang Zhaocheng had already found an opportunity to give Zhuang Youliang a seat on Wall Street. Zhuang Youkai came from the real industry and had just arrived. Except for a few old directors, those who flattered Zhuang Youliang had a natural gap with him.

But his arrival also sent a signal to everyone: the rudder of the giant ship of Huanye may be handed over to him in the future.

Most people are fence-sitters. They dare not neglect Zhuang Youliang while watching him.

The elites on Wall Street are best at buying stocks. At this moment, choosing Raymond or Lucas has become their biggest problem.

Zhuang Youkai is more used to the cigarettes he brought with him. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and held it between his fingers. When he was looking for a lighter, someone happened to hand it to him.

He was about to turn his head to take it, only to find that the person opposite was Zhuang Youliang.

"It's just a light," Zhuang Youliang said while biting the cigarette, "so you don't have to look for it."

Zhuang Youkai did not refuse. He took the light and lit it, then turned his head away, "What's the matter?"

It is not a new thing for brothers to be unaccustomed to normal communication in wealthy families. Zhuang Youliang didn't want to waste time talking to him. He took out his phone, clicked on a video interface, and handed it to him.

He thought Zhuang Youliang was making up some fake news and watched it carelessly, but when the face of the girl in the video gradually became clear, Zhuang Youkai's brows tightened.

With a "click", the phone fell on the smooth ground and rolled for two weeks, and the screen was cracked.

Zhuang Youliang was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, his back against the solid bulletproof glass, and he almost couldn't breathe. He was not as tall as his brother, not to mention that Zhuang Youkai had Western genes, big bones and strong strength, so he had no room for resistance.

He believed that if it wasn't for the torture, Zhuang Youkai's eyes just now would be enough to beat him to a cripple on the spot.

But this also shows that he made the right bet.

Miss Zhao is Zhuang Youkai's weak spot.

"Where is she?" Zhuang Youkai was breathing rapidly, furious. "Tell me where she is?!"

"Akai, there are people in this world that you care about?" Seeing the usually calm man lose his composure like this, Zhuang Youliang felt happy. "Don't worry, she won't be in danger. After all..."

He sneered and approached, "I still want to keep her to play with you slowly."

"Bang!"

Zhuang Youkai punched the glass next to him with anger, only a few centimeters away from his head. Zhuang Youliang glanced and saw that the back of his hand was bleeding.

He dared not think about whether he would have a concussion on the spot if the punch landed on his head.

Zhuang Youkai suddenly let go of him.

After finally breathing a sigh of relief, Zhuang Youliang wanted to tidy up his clothes, only to find that his shirt had been torn in the previous dispute, and the perpetrator was not much better. He took off his tie and wrapped it around his bleeding hand.

"The meeting is about to start. Are you going to let those foreigners laugh at you?" Zhuang Youliang buttoned up his suit, trying his best to cover the damaged parts. He also took the opportunity of the intermission to negotiate with him. "It's not that I can't tell you. As long as you get out, from now on, I will never again..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound, and he almost heard the sound of his jaw breaking.

This punch seemed to hurt more than he thought.