Sixty-Two: The Love Buried by Time (Sixty-Two)

Wen Yanzhi's eyes bulged, and his fingers pinched into his palms. He did not respond to Zhuang Yan's words, but slowly stood up from the ground.

It was just such a simple action, but it seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His mind was full of the miserable state of the boy after being abused.

Jing Rong's suppressed groan of pain and his frightened expression were like knives scraping at the tip of his heart.

If -

If he had not taken him away without permission, and had not left him alone to buy breakfast in an unfamiliar place, all this might not have happened.

He held the dark gun in his hand. He walked out step by step, and his whole body exuded a cold air like that brought from hell.

Those people outside were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. The leader heard the footsteps, turned around, and saw Wen Yanzhi. He wanted to beg for mercy immediately. However, after seeing his gloomy expression clearly, his body trembled, and all the words were stuck in his throat.

Wen Yanzhi's face was not hot at all. He raised his hand and shot the man's other uninjured leg.

"Ah..." The man screamed several times and curled up on the ground.

Wen Yanzhi's face was more terrible than ever, almost ferocious. He stared at the other person with terrifying eyes and fired several shots at him. However, each shot did not hit the vital part, only letting the other party bleed out in pain.

The people around were silent and regretted it. If they knew that Jing Rong had a relationship with Mr. Wen, they would not dare to be so blatant.

After several shots, he took out a pocket handkerchief from his chest and wiped the muzzle of the gun coldly, and ordered coldly: "Drag them all to the black market and sell them."

"Yes, Master!"

The people kneeling on the ground were all a group of burly men. At this moment, when they heard Wen Yanzhi's words, their faces changed drastically.

"Master Wen, please show some mercy!"

"We know we were wrong! We won't dare to do it again next time! Please forgive us this time!"

You know, the black market not only sells women, but also men. Those who buy men on the black market are nothing more than those who like to play S丨M and are ruthless. In this black market, I don't know how many people have been tortured to death and maimed by using all kinds of sexual丨torture methods.

Wen Yanzhi was indifferent to everyone's pleas for mercy.

His face was cold.

It was not until he got on the ambulance and saw the bloodless boy lying in the car with an oxygen tank that his face changed slightly. The coldness gradually faded, replaced by deep reluctance, heartache and strong guilt.

He sat far away, not daring to get close to the boy. His face was buried in the center of his palms in annoyance.

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Wen Yanzhi sent Jingrong to the hospital.

After emergency rescue and a series of examinations, he was finally pushed out.

In the ward, Yu Zeyao was already sitting there waiting. He stood beside him solemnly and silently. Zhuang Yan had already explained clearly what had just happened in the abandoned building.

Seeing Wen Yanzhi coming in with the unconscious Jing Rong, he stood up with a cold look and walked into the hall of the ward first. When he passed by Wen Yanzhi, he only left a cold sentence: "Come out!"

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the boy, and then told the nurse a few more times, and then turned around and followed Yu Zeyao into the hall of the ward. As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's collar and punched him hard.

Wen Yanzhi had never been beaten before, and at this moment, he was hit hard, and he didn't dodge. Instinctively, as if seeking to vent, he also punched the man.

Yu Zeyao didn't dodge, and blood came out of the corner of his mouth. Seeing this scene, Zhuang Yan's face was stern, and he took out a gun and pointed it at Wen Yanzhi.

Yu Zeyao shouted, "Back off!"

Zhuang Yan weighed the pros and cons, and finally put away the gun and stepped aside.

Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's neck, his expression grim, "You took Jingrong away, and you left him half-disabled overnight. How did you do it? How do you want me to explain to his sister?"

"I want to ask you something!" Wen Yanzhi sneered, gritted his teeth, and pinched Yu Zeyao, "This matter has something to do with your uncle! I tell you, if Jingrong can't stand up for the rest of his life, and can't hold a paintbrush for the rest of his life, I and your Yu family will never be done!"

His eyes bulged, and his voice was trembling.

Yu Zeyao also stared at him coldly.

The two people looked at each other, and in the end, no one knew who let go of whom first. Wen Yanzhi seemed to be overwhelmed, retreated to the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked it fiercely. The fingers holding the cigarette were shaking.

Yu Zeyao walked over, stretched out his hand to take the cigarette butt from his finger and put it out, "Don't smoke in the hospital."

The voice was much calmer than before.

Wen Yanzhi also gradually calmed down, and buried his depressed face in his palms in annoyance.

He seemed to be talking to himself, muttering in repentance: "It's my fault, I didn't take good care of him, it has nothing to do with you."

"I will check this matter again." Yu Zeyao stood beside him, looking down at him. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "What did the doctor say?"

"..."Wen Yanzhi's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say a word.

Yu Zeyao already had an idea in his mind, and there was more depression between his eyebrows. When he spoke again, his voice was much lower, "I will ask Jingyu to come over, but I don't want her to know that Jingrong was injured so badly."

Wen Yanzhi's breathing became heavier, and his frustrated face lifted from his fingers.

He looked up at Yu Zeyao. This arrogant and flamboyant man showed a helpless look for the first time, which shocked Yu Zeyao.

"When Jingrong wakes up, how should I tell him... In the future, he will not only need a wheelchair to walk, but even..." Wen Yanzhi said this, sniffed his nose, and after a long time, he continued to speak with difficulty, "Even he is no longer the hand of God. He can no longer think of studying in the art college he most yearns for with his artistic talent?"

Yu Zeyao listened to his words, his thin lips moved several times, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

He always felt that he was a cold politician. From childhood to adulthood, he was instilled with the struggle for power and profit. All his patience and tenderness were given to Jingyu and only to this person.

He didn't need to care about the future of a teenager.

But at this moment, his heart was still unable to calm down and be at peace.

Such an experience is extremely cruel for a teenager who is full of hope for the future. Perhaps, he will never recover from this.

And for Jing Yu, who had high hopes for him and loved him deeply, it must have been a devastating blow.

Yu Zeyao left the hospital with a heavy heart. Along the way, there was no conversation, and Zhuang Yan didn't say a word either.

When we drove all the way back to the Vice Presidential Palace, it was already dawn.