Chapter 55 Perhaps It Wasn't Suicide

  In this world, there are too many rich people, but most of them made their fortune through business; there are also too many influential people, but a part of them are not clean. I often wonder, if money can really buy everything, does love count as one of them?

  When I was young, I often heard adults say that love is forbidden; when I was a teenager, I often heard on TV that love is pure; in my youth, I also often heard from books that love is complicated.

  When I didn't understand the power of money, I purely loved Zhu Yang; but when I started to get in touch with social principles, I began to rely on Fang Wenke, and even attributed these dependencies to love, I started to think that love is hard work.

  For example, those loves with too many additional conditions, those loves bound by external objects, those loves under the spotlight of the masses, all these external fillers make love increasingly heavy and increasingly polluted.

  Will you feel overwhelmed and then one day abandon everything?

  In this world where information is too dense, the celebrity effect is always the most lethal. For example, the news of Wang Tao's suicide spread all over the streets and alleys because she was the eldest daughter of the chairman of Hongqi Group. Of course, as the second daughter, Wang Ying had also been sensationalized by the media for her angelic appearance and excellent family background.

  But the media's public opinion is processed, so on the second day after Wang Tao's death, the media coincidentally released two messages: After the death of Wang Tao, the chairman of Hongqi Group, 30% of her shares before her death belonged to her husband Liang Chengming; The eldest daughter of Hongqi Group, Wang Tao, fell from a building for other reasons.

  Although these two big titles appeared on different websites, such glaring words are indeed hard to let people not associate them together, or perhaps it is us ordinary folks who have watched too many melodramatic TV dramas, stuffing the living reality into the TV drama all at once.

  Celebrities are celebrities, even their cause of death has to be processed, fabricated and even sensationalized.

  At 8 o'clock in the morning, I and Fang Wenke opened our eyes together, but I was sleeping in the guest room, and he was sleeping in his own bedroom.

  Although I live under the same roof as Fang Wenke, I don't want to share a bed with a man so soon. At least as a girl, I still have my innocence and dignity to uphold.

  I got out of bed and combed my hair in front of the mirror in the room, and when it didn't look too messy, I pushed open the door just as Fang Wenke also came out of the bedroom.

  He was wearing a plain-colored pajama, his hair was basically messy, eye discharge still stuck to the corner of his left eye, and his right eye was basically unable to open.

  I suddenly feel that I don't need to pay attention to my image anymore, because the current Fang Wenke is already enough to make me unbearable, I have to look up to him.

  Fang Wenke was still standing in the same place, making an effort to keep his eyes open and look at me. I took a swift step forward and rushed up to him, managing to occupy the bathroom before he could, forcing him to go to the bathroom on the first floor instead.

  I washed up and then went to the kitchen to get two slices of toast and some milk from the fridge, heated them slightly in the microwave, and brought them to the dining table.

  Fang Wenke sat across from me, refreshing her Weibo feed in her hand, chewing on a toffee while saying to me: "The thing you told me yesterday about Wang Tao's sister committing suicide, I saw it on Weibo and I really can't believe it. Wang Tao's sister has always been a straightforward person, she could even tolerate her husband's infidelity, so why would she commit suicide?"

  "Are you familiar with each other? You and Wang Tao!"

  "Ah? Because Wang Tao and Wang Ying are sisters! When I was young, I always played with Wang Ying, so I often went to her house. At that time, Sister Wang Tao was only in her twenties, and every time I went to find Wang Ying, Sister Wang Tao would make me an omelette to eat." Fang Wenke mentioned Wang Ying again, still with a dull tone, I think Wang Ying must be a permanent wound for him.

  "Don't mention Wang Yan again, I don't like you bringing her up!" I replied with disgust to Fang Wenke.

  "Okay, okay! *muah*!" Fang Wenke saw that I was angry and immediately transformed into a cheap, pouting monster, flying kisses at me nonstop.

  "Alright you! Hurry up and eat! I'll go upstairs to pack my luggage later, I was busy all day yesterday and didn't have time to take out the clothes, they must be wrinkled!"

  "Alright! Go ahead! I'll watch TV for a while, then we can go shopping together and buy some winter clothes. Liang Xue and Zhao Jun are going too."

  "What? Liang Xue? Why did you bring Liang Xue shopping?" I asked curiously.

  "Liang Xue isn't the one who likes Zhao Jun, is she! I just wanted to play matchmaker once, since Zhao Jun doesn't like Jiang Yun from your dormitory so much, I'll try to see if I can make him like Liang Xue." Fang Wenke finished speaking and downed a cup of milk in one gulp, then let out two loud burps.

  "You can't do that either! If they really get together, Jiang Yun and Liang Xue's relationship will be completely ruined!"

  "I don't care, I just want to find a girlfriend for Zhao Jun as soon as possible! Then let Zhao Jun stay away from you! He's been too good to you lately! I'm afraid he'll snatch you away!"

  "You're stupid! I'm your girlfriend! Zhao Jun never said he liked me! He's nice to me because you're his younger brother, isn't it?! You're sick!" I looked at Fang Wenke with contempt in my eyes.

  "How did you know he doesn't like you?"

  "What did you say?" I looked at Fang Wenke in surprise, and from his tone, it seemed like he was hiding some kind of secret.

  "No! No! Nothing! Hurry up and go upstairs to pack your clothes!" House heard Ke awkwardly waved his hand, with a stiff expression as if he was really hiding something.

  I didn't think much of it and didn't ask any questions. Anyway, I'm already used to this kind of house with Wen Ke. In front of me, he always maintains a childlike heart.

  I tiptoed over and pinched Hou Wenke's cheek, his lips still had the remnants of milk from just now, looking silly and adorable.

  I cleaned up the milk cup and went upstairs, while Fang Wenke was watching TV on the first floor.

  Back in the room, I put down the suitcase standing aside, opened the zipper and flipped open the suitcase. In an instant, the diary was right in front of my eyes.

  At this moment, I still couldn't withstand the impact of that memory, a heart-wrenching stimulation pierced my heart.

  I know that suffocating feeling is the shadow brought by Zhu Yang, but I'm not afraid now. I can even strongly resist that evil attack and make that choking feeling disappear in less than five seconds.

  I turned around to the dresser and picked up my phone, after opening the screen, I still received more than ten text messages from Zhu Yang every day. I didn't go to carefully read the content of the text message, I just quickly pressed a line of Chinese characters on the keyboard screen, hesitated for two seconds, and then pressed the send button.

  "If you really want to make up with me, then go back to Changchun now! After you arrive in Changchun tonight, we'll clarify everything face-to-face!"

  Today's weather is great, with only a small amount of cool breeze under the bright sunshine. Although winter in the north came suddenly, fortunately the heat of the sun has not dissipated much, today is a suitable day for travel.

  Just on the other side of town, Jiang Xiaoqiao and Liang Chengming were being interrogated in a chilly police station.