"Qiaoqiao, call if you need anything," Fong Lei reminded in a low voice.
"By the way, Brother Fong, I actually have sothing to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"There’s a Chinese returning from abroad, nad He Shan. But actually, her real identity is Lin Qinghuan, who was supposed to be dead..."
Fong Lei knew Lin Qinghuan; his sharp eyebrows furrowed tightly. This was unexpected to him, and he asked in a deep voice, "Qiaoqiao, are you sure?"
"I’m sure. This information is very accurate."
"She has been here, hasn’t she?" Fong Lei didn’t ask where Gu Qiaoqiao got the information from but asked deeply.
"She ca twice today," Gu Qiaoqiao’s lips curled with a hint of mockery.
"I understand. I will get involved in the investigation of this matter."
"Brother Fong, you must be careful yourself. Lin Qinghuan is ruthless, and she has more than one life on her hands," Gu Qiaoqiao warned in a lowered voice.
Fong Lei nodded, checked the ti, and said, "Qiaoqiao, when she cos again, you must be cautious and don’t let her approach Qin Yize."
"Yes, I understand."
"You must be careful yourself too. When she cos, you should keep more people in the house."
Fong Lei reminded uneasily, then said a few more words before hurriedly leaving.
Gu Qiaoqiao’s gaze revealed a trace of warmth; Fong Lei was still that Master Fong. Even if so words were spoken in a cold, calm tone, they still ward the heart.
In this life, Gu Qiaoqiao hopes Master Fong lives a happy life.
Night fell, and the city once again turned into a world of neon lights.
At this mont, in the center of the Imperial Capital, in the largest bar, kaleidoscopic lights and thunderous music intertwined, gathering the most fashionable and wealthy young n and won of the city.
In 1989, bars were a novel experience for young people: disco, breakdance, wild music, hot dancers, fragrant brandy, beautiful cocktails...
All these represented that they were in touch with the world and stood at the forefront of fashion.
They also represented a drastically different life from other ordinary people.
So, there were many people here.
At this mont, Fong Lei, casually dressed, stood at the bar entrance, frowned slightly, discreetly surveyed his surroundings, then withdrew his gaze; today, he was here for a eting with a comrade.
Just unsure why the person would choose such a place.
Is it true that the most dangerous place is, in fact, the safest?
Fong Lei smirked indifferently, then walked in leisurely.
Inside, the lights rotated endlessly, and in the vast dance floor, in Fong Lei’s eyes, it was just so people dancing wildly.
On another side, the band was passionately playing drums and other instrunts.
Around the dance floor were bars for people to drink and chat.
The business here was indeed good; at the bar counter now, almost every seat was taken.
All of them young n and won.
Fong Lei frowned slightly, stood in a corner, discreetly scanned the surroundings, and suddenly froze.
Ten ters ahead of his line of sight at a bar counter, a woman was holding a wine glass, drinking. The light was dim, but Fong Lei imdiately recognized who she was.
Perhaps everyone is like this.
For the one you love dearly, even in a sea of strangers, you will spot her at once.
At this mont, Fong Lei was precisely like that.
Such an encounter was unanticipated, making Fong Lei’s heart seem to stop beating in that instant.
He clenched his fist, then quietly released it.
That woman was Liang Yan.
His forr lover!
Unexpectedly, she was sitting in a bar, holding a wine glass, looking enchanting. The bar’s dim lighting accentuated her profile flawlessly.
She grew even more beautiful.
He couldn’t help recalling the mischievous girl from childhood.
Now, she has grown up, yet left him.
Because he couldn’t give her the life she wanted.
What kind of life did she want? A life of luxury, enjoying drinks leisurely in a bar?
At this mont, Fong Lei couldn’t find the answer.
Yet, a part of his heart throbbed with pain...
At this ti, a drunken man swaggered towards Liang Yan.
He then sat across from Liang Yan, waved to the bartender. The bar was too noisy; Fong Lei couldn’t hear what he said.
But he guessed it was probably asking the staff to bring drinks.
Fong Lei’s face darkened, standing in the corner, motionlessly staring at the commotion there.
Liang Yan seed to smile at the drunk man but then ignored him.
Soon, that man leaned forward slightly, while Liang Yan frowned, politely dodging a bit.
Afterward, the man also tried to move towards her.
This seed to be him pestering Liang Yan.
Fong Lei clenched his fist, no longer hesitated, pushed through the crowd, and walked swiftly towards Liang Yan.
Soon, he reached the two, then pushed the man trying to grab Liang Yan away, calmly saying, "You’ve had too much to drink; you should go ho early."
Liang Yan’s eyes lifted in an instant, genuinely shocked. She even forgot she was holding a wine glass, exerted force, and shattered the wine glass...
The crowd was startled, people afar continued to revel, while nearby, so showed signs of excitent, expecting drama.
Fong Lei frowned, without thinking, grabbed Liang Yan’s hand and examined it carefully, murmuring, "How careless, are you hurt?"
Before Liang Yan could respond, the ignored drunk man ca forward, pushed Fong Lei, drunkenly grumbled, "Who are you..."
Though Fong Lei’s attention was on Liang Yan’s hand, he couldn’t fall prey to a sneak attack.
He rely dodged lightly, and the drunk man missed, stumbling and colliding into another person.
Luckily, he didn’t fall but was furious.
That man turned out to be Zhao Xiaoming.
The aimless, unprincipled Zhao Xiaoming.
He was the sa man Gu Qiaoqiao and Qin Yize beat up badly, too terrified to act arrogant anymore...
Fong Lei was aware of this person’s existence but didn’t know Zhao Xiaoming nor Liang Yan.
Naturally, Fong Lei didn’t intend for mutual introductions.
His sharp gaze swept towards Zhao Xiaoming, fists clenching and cracking, he asked Liang Yan, though his voice was calm, it carried a hint of chill, "Do you know this person?"
Liang Yan shook her head, "I don’t know him."
He held onto Liang Yan, intending to have her stand behind him, moving awkwardly, exerting too much force, causing Liang Yan to stumble slightly.
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