Arlen Lynd E-Book

Deborah Elinor

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Deutsch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Zhuang Jingyin was tired of struggling. She was originally gentle, obedient, and melancholy; It is suitable to stay quietly in Si Heng's palm. Until the day when the Si family changed, someone suddenly remembered something. Zhuang Jingyin had a twin sister, Zhuang Jingtan, who died young. She's smart, crazy, and ridiculous. Si Heng also made some new discoveries. Zhuang Jingtan, excellent acting skills. Gou Xue Feng

Leseprobe

Title: Arlen Lynd

Author: Deborah Elinor

Copywriting:

Zhuang Jingyin was tired of struggling. She was originally gentle, obedient, and melancholy;

It is suitable to stay quietly in Si Heng's palm.

Until the day when the Si family changed, someone suddenly remembered something.

Zhuang Jingyin had a twin sister, Zhuang Jingtan, who died young.

She's smart, crazy, and ridiculous.

Si Heng also made some new discoveries.

Zhuang Jingtan, excellent acting skills.

Gou Xue Feng

Take by force (pseudo)

Content tags: Urban love and murder drama

Search keywords: Protagonist: ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

One sentence introduction: I run away but you chase me

Purpose: Independence is an important issue in life

Chapter 1

As the car approached its destination, rain began to fall from the already gloomy sky.

Zhuang Zhenyin looked at the car window in trance, and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the foggy window.

The familiar street scene to her was separated only by a glass car window.

The heating in the car was very strong, and the temperature of the windows was so cold that Zhuang Zhenyin shivered. But her fingertips were still reluctant to leave, lightly drawing continuous interlaced circles on the window.

The driver's respectful question came to my ears.

Miss Zhuang, the weather is not very good now. Do you want to go to the art museum after the party?

The subtext is obvious.

Don't go.

Si Heng's rest time was only until five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhuang Jingyin answered softly, but persisted.

Going to.

She didn't want to make it difficult for the driver, so she added: Brother Chen, I will leave the friend's party early to make time.

She wanted to see the light and shadow art exhibition in the art museum.

The driver said: Okay, let me report it. Please give me news at any time before you leave.

The car quickly stopped at the corner.

The driver escorted her down and watched Zhuang Zhenyin go upstairs.

Zhuang Jingyin is the daughter of a banker and has a very strict upbringing. At least it was before bankruptcy.

Even if she is wearing five centimeter heels and walking on the creaking wooden stairs, she will not sway around.

Her figure was looming under the beige turtleneck sweater, with a slender frame. She lowered her head and walked cautiously, with a small section of her white neck bones protruding.

Finally she disappeared around the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

Just as the driver was about to return to the driver's seat, he remembered something again and returned to the back seat, where Zhuang Zingyin was sitting just now.

The driver carefully took pictures of the rear window with his mobile phone and sent a message.

[Ms. Zhuang didn’t do anything special, just scratched on the car window casually. She is meeting friends today. ]

Today she was having dinner with friends from her original circle, including boys and girls, a total of eight people including her, all of whom were sent to study abroad when they were in middle school.

Half studies art, half studies economics,

I don’t know who ordered this party restaurant, but they said it was private dining.

Half an hour into the show, Zhuang Zhenyin wanted to leave.

I couldn't get anything to say, so I kept drinking tea and picking up vegetables in silence.

Occasionally, she was asked a question or two, and just as she was about to answer, she only spoke a few words, but was immediately interrupted inadvertently, and there were other new topics.

Zhuang Zhenyin has a gentle and introverted personality, as everyone present knows.

Her family's situation is even worse. She hasn't shown up for a year and a half now. Thinking about it, it's good to be able to maintain a living.

In this circle, position ranking and strict rules will make people feel at ease.

If you are below yourself, feel free to offend.

Zhuang Jingyin is someone who can be offended at will.

There was a male graduate of the University of Pennsylvania named Lin Congying. After three rounds of drinking, he walked behind Zhuang Jingyin's chair, put his hand on her shoulder, and generously gave her guidance on the future.

Zhuang Jingyin, I’m not saying this. It’s no longer what it used to be. Whether it’s work or marriage, you have to keep your head down and find a way for yourself. Do you understand? You see, your dad is dead in jail, so there’s no point in pretending anymore.

When these words came out, Zhuang Zhenyin froze, and the hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly.

Others also went to pull Lin from the Eagle.

Even if you can offend, it's not good to break your skin.

They originally preferred the kind of hazy, tacit understanding where their eyes met.

To embarrass and dwarf the opponent is just a matter of clicks.

It can make people toss and turn in the middle of the night and know not to get involved next time, so that's about it.

The words are too clear and boring.

Hug, sorry, I have something to do, so I have to leave first.

Zhuang Jingyin hurriedly grabbed her bag and ran out of the door with her head lowered like a little rabbit running for its life.

Before the box door closed, there was still the faint sound of people discussing.

Is that Ladydior abc? Can she still afford it now? Might as well sell it.

I guess it was lost during the sale. The white one is quite nice. I have one too, but I’m too lazy to use it.

Maybe it's a high imitation.

Zhuang Zhenyin held on to the wall and walked downstairs slowly.

The stairs were uneven and she had to be careful every step of the way.

In fact, she is not someone who will be disappointed easily because she can always foresee the worst situation.

This moment is naturally included.

The midnight blue Rolls-Royce Phantom is still waiting quietly on the street corner.

Soon, I took the tired Zhuang Zhenyin to the art museum.

Fortunately, at my next destination, I don’t have to deal with anyone at all.

When she stopped at the art museum, Zhuang Jingyin raised her wrist and looked at her watch. It was three seventeen in the afternoon.

Miss Zhuang, you know, we have to leave on time at four twenty.

The driver turned around and told her.

Don't waste your time.

Zhuang Zhenyin knew it.

Even an hour that was completely hers was precious.

Immersive light and shadow art exhibition, Van Gogh's personal field.

She has seen "Night Café", "Doctor Gachet" and "Irises" with her own eyes at the Yale Gallery, the Getty Museum, and the Musée d'Orsay in France.

Mute?

In the exhibition area of the third unit, Zhuang Jingyin was considering whether to sit on the floor when a clear and gentle male voice suddenly stopped her.

With a little hesitation and temptation.

But Zhuang Jingyin quickly turned around, and her eyes, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, had a faint glimmer of water.

Kanghuai.

Her classmate when she was a graduate student and one of the main persons in charge of this exhibition.

Let's go and talk somewhere else.

Kang Huai pulled her over.

There was no one around, so he asked in a low voice anxiously and worriedly.

Zhiyin, what did you mean by the email you sent me, saying that I would help you leave? Is something wrong? Do you need me to call the police for you?

that is

Zhuang Jingyin said softly: Literally.

Seeing Kang Huai frowning in confusion, she quickly waved her hand and said: You don't need to call the police or do anything more. Just tell me if you have any other exit.

As she spoke, Zhuang Zhenyin looked around cautiously, then looked up at the surveillance camera.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly pulled Kang Huai into a light and shadow pillar, just blocking the surveillance camera's view.

Kang Huai thought for a while and called up the terrain map on his mobile phone: Look, we are now on the second floor.

He clicked on the screen.

Zhuang Zhenyin hesitated for a second and quickly took it.

The phone is a bit hot.

Is it really hot?

Maybe not.

Just this little warmth meant that she mustered up the courage to blow the escape horn.

She couldn't let Kang Huai send her pictures. They helped her. Regardless of whether she succeeded or not, she couldn't harm them.

Fortunately, Zhuang Zhenyin has a good memory and quickly memorized the entire picture. .

Thanks.

The moment Zhuang Zhenyin handed the phone back, she had already thought about it.

Southwest Door 3, leaving from that emergency exit is equivalent to walking from behind the driver, so you can completely avoid it.

As long as the new driver she notifies arrives in time.

Her flight in two hours will not be delayed

Zhuang Jingyin raised her wrist and looked at her watch. She couldn't delay any longer.

She took off her high heels, held them in her hands, and ran quickly towards the Southwest Gate 3.

Because the speed was too fast, Kang Huai didn't hear a low apology.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Because soon, she saw several tall bodyguards in black at the 3rd southwest gate.

There are no other safety exits.

At this time, Zhuang Zhenyin was only five meters away from her destination.

Or not yet.

Measured by the "Starry Moon Night" that stretches and flows on the ground,

It is the distance from the black tower to the first vortex.

The heart almost stopped.

The blood could no longer flow smoothly, and all the limbs and bones were frozen.

Zhuang Zhengyin knew that person better than anyone else.

She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, turn around and leave like other visitors, and look for another opportunity in the future.

But it's too late.

A bodyguard spotted her, grabbed her arm, and put the phone to her ear.

A voice came from the other end.

A soft and unpredictable smile, a slow and deep tone.

Si Heng.

His good voice is full of confusion, like a siren, swallowing up the light with its devilish intention.

He said,

Zhuang Jingyin, morning.

Said again.

Come to the window and let me take a look.

chapter 2

November 8th is the second day of the Van Gogh Light and Shadow Exhibition.

The one hundred and eighty-sixth day she was imprisoned by Si Heng.

The term "locked up" is very inappropriate.

Zhuang Jingyin knew it, and Si Heng also admitted it.

After she finished crying, he bent down with interest and patiently and carefully wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

The thin calluses on the fingertips gently scraped her chin, wiping away the last traces of tears.

Correct her wording by the way.

close? Do you mean to say imprisonment, Shizune?

He pondered for two seconds, smiled, and readily admitted.

That's right. But we are making equal exchanges, you agree.

In the past three months, she stopped trying to escape and got a 'vacation' from the villa:

One day per month.

Today, November 8, she is about to spend her third vacation.

and tried one more time to escape.

Now.

Zhuang Jingyin thought, she failed.

But she still tried to take steps, walked to the window in the corner, opened the window and looked down.

When that figure came into view, Zhuang Zhenyin closed her eyes.

Don't force me.

She spoke in a hoarse voice, so light that it had no real weight.

And, I don’t want to be caught in the trembling and weakness.

Si Heng was wearing Bluetooth and had a tall and tall figure. He looked up at her with surprise in his eyes.

His tone sounded as usual, gentle and flowing, with a hint of regret.

Is that what you think?

Real scum is capable of this.

A few words drive people into a dead end, as if the root of all pain is overthinking.

I can not stand it any more.

Unknowingly, Zhuang Zhenyin's cheeks were covered with tears and she murmured.

Seeing him, chaotic memories surged like ocean waves.

Those days and nights were like blood clotting in her heart.

He likes to play, but prefers to sit on the sidelines.

The traces of stacking under the turtleneck are clear.

The day before yesterday, he rolled the fresh berries delivered directly from the orchard, including blueberries, mulberries, and raspberries, with the tip of his tongue. He extended his hand to send it to her.

From beginning to end, Si Heng wore suits and leather shoes, even his coat. The look of admiration on his face didn't change, and he didn't look at his hands. Others would think he was having a meeting in the company.

Only the man's right hand with slightly bulging veins and clearly defined knuckles revealed a corner of the truth in an ambiguous and violent manner.

Si Heng didn't come back often, and he didn't care much about her. Sometimes when his consciousness drifted away, Zhuang Jingyin would dimly see the expression on his face.

A touch of leisure, an unexpected level of laziness, and a dispensable amount of fun.

She hates herself like that. In different rooms, apart from the sound of gurgling water, it is my own voice.

Such a strange self.

Unconsciously, Zhuang Zingyin was in a trance, raised her legs, and sat astride the window edge.

The surrounding seemed to be lively.

Zhuang Jingyin had no time to distinguish, those voices seemed far away from her.

She cried and told Si Heng to go away.

Otherwise she will jump

Zhuang Zhenyin didn't even know that she could produce such sharp syllables.

Si Heng was really surprised.

He was slightly stunned.

Although this is the second floor, from this angle, if Zhuang Zhenyin chooses to make a leap,

Not bad, should be enough to jump on him.

So, when Zhuang Jingyin turned over and jumped down from the building, Si Heng did as he should.

He took two steps back.

When Zhuang Zhenyin clutched her leg and made a sound in pain, he used a Bluetooth headset to call the doctor over, then walked over with his long legs and squatted down.

Si Heng raised his hand, touched her cheek, and sighed softly.

Shizune, you forgot, this is the second floor. Don't move around. When you are paralyzed, it will be inconvenient for you to commit suicide. I will feel sorry for you.

Zhuang Jingyin gritted her teeth, stopped trying to get up, and remained silent.

Chapter 3

Snow

Zhuang Jingyin studied piano and ballet when she was a child. As is the nature of children, she felt tired and thought about running away, but her mother was responsible for picking up and dropping off, leaving no room for laziness.

My mother is usually tolerant and gentle, but she is very strict on these matters.

The most common thing she said to Zhuang Zhenyin was that a lady should behave like a lady.

She also painted an attractive picture of life for Zhuang Zhengyin.

She said to Shizune, you will always be your wife in the future. On a sunny afternoon, when your children are running on the grass, when your husband is drinking afternoon tea, you play Chopin next to you, think about how wonderful it is.

Zhuang Zhenyin closed her eyes and thought for a while, her mother was right.

The banker has been doing business for three generations. The previous generation came to Yancheng to take root and run the building materials business. The banker is also well-known in the circle.

Her mother will definitely help check her marriage and respect her wishes.

Then, this kind of life will not be far away from her.

But fate is unpredictable.

She has no memory of how she was put on a stretcher and entered into the operating room.

Zhuang Zhenyin was dazed and had a long dream.

I dreamed that she went back to when she was very young and learned Czerny 849, but hid in the piano room and wanted to delay it for a while.

Just like what my mother said, the afternoon sun shines in overwhelmingly, and in the fantasy world, bits of gold sparkle.

She couldn't wait for the teacher to come.

Outside the window, a man's figure stepped on the soft lawn.

Can't see the face at all.

The man with a vague face stopped, and finally, he was separated from her by a cross window.

His hands fell loosely into his suit trouser pockets, and he stood facing her.

Then he tilted his head slightly and smiled softly.

She was hiding well, but he found her easily.

Zhuang Zhenyin was frightened out of her dream.

Miss Zhuang, are you awake? how do you feel?

Soon a young man came up and asked, a routine question.

An operation on a broken bone, no matter how small it is, obviously won't kill him.

Zhuang Jingyin slowly exhaled and lay back slowly, looking at the white ceiling, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

fine. You are good to go.

Okay, when you are discharged from the hospital tomorrow, Butler Xu will pick you up on time.

The other party said quickly and put the business card on the table: Mr. Si went to London on a business trip and asked me to help you. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. Miss Zhuang, he asked me to tell you something.

Perseverance is a good thing, but it depends on where you use it.

Si Heng's subordinates spoke in a calm tone. It was probably because lovers like her came and went, and they had dealt with too many such things.

Zhuang Zhenyin felt pain in her ankles and calves.

She didn't have the energy to look more, so she just hummed, very tired.

The next day, she was sent back to Yulong, Siheng's villa on the outskirts of Yancheng.

Her golden cage.

The courtyard is filled with lush greenery, and the trees in the corners protrude sideways, providing quiet shade on days with strong sunlight.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, Zhuang Zhenyin subconsciously pulled her white woolen hat lower, almost covering her eyes.

The villa is monitored 360 degrees with no blind spots.

She didn't like this feeling.

Zhuang Zhenyin was on crutches and stopped the person who wanted to help her in: I want to sit outside for a few minutes.

She sat on the bench under the tree and closed her eyes.

Sitting in this courtyard, it is quiet and quiet, smelling the smell of plants, it is easy to think of some past events.

At first, she made a mistake in judging that Si Heng was a person who could communicate.

Anyone who meets Si Heng for the first time will have this illusion.

The first time she met Si Heng, if you think about it carefully, you have to trace it back to three and a half years ago, when she was twenty-one years old.

A blizzard day. Dusk has passed, and dark blue velvet-like night has fallen.

She and her mother finished dinner at the restaurant and took a car to find Father Zhuang. He went to attend a very important private banquet in Yancheng.

When we arrived, the banquet was about to end and many guests had already left.

After their car stopped on one side of the street, Zhuang Zhenyin looked towards the opposite side.

She saw Father Zhuang and another capable middle-aged woman in a dark gray dress with a pearl in her earlobe. She and Father Zhuang did not chat.

They were standing outside a black executive sedan. She has a sharp feminine temperament and is talking to the people inside through the rear window. Her expression is one part inquisitive and one part serious.

Father Zhuang looked slightly nervous.

Her mother asked her to stay in the car and quickly got out of the car.

Zhuang Zhenyin couldn't help but lower the window.

Across the street, she was a little curious about who was sitting in the car. How could Father Zhuang, who was always arbitrary and aloof, show such an expression?

Soon, the answer emerged.

The back seat door opened and a man got out.

Much younger than she expected.

The man wore a black cashmere coat with neat lines and soft fabric. The coat was quite long, but the man was tall and had a strong frame, so he could hold it up easily.

The street lights and snow melted onto his shoulders at the same time.

The fountain of the luxury hotel serves as the background, with clear light mist and snow particles flying intertwinedly.

The side of his face was dimly illuminated by the lamp mist.

Zhuang Zhenyin's eyesight was very good. She squinted and gradually saw those eyes clearly.

She had never seen such suitability for cold eyes.

Calm, bottomless as far as the eye can see, like a smile that quickly dissipates when you look closely.

It seems that I am listening to what others are saying, but there always seems to be a sense of distance.

There is a hint of joking in the tranquility, and both sincerity and hypocrisy run through his soul, allowing anyone to interpret it.

Mild, elegant, cold and spicy.

Also extremely keen.

Within a few seconds, he noticed her gaze.

A few meters away, he turned his head unintentionally and looked towards the street.

A casual glance would make one's heart tremble.

She hurriedly lowered her eyes and looked at the snow on the ground reflected by the shadow of the street lights to relieve her almost burned eyes.

Later, her mother told her that the man's name was Si Heng, twenty-seven.

The only son of the Si family took his mother's surname, his father was Kang Mingde, and the two families were engaged in a political and business marriage. Both the Si family and the Kang family can be seen in the news. They have deep roots in Yancheng, but both families have a low-key style of conduct, and Si Heng is the only successor.

Zhuang Jingyin understood.

Quietly, where did the man's coexistence of power and elegance come from.

Now sitting in the autumn of her twenty-fourth year, Zhuang Jingyin thought about it quietly.

Twenty-one-year-old Zhuang Zhenyin is so naive.

I saw that the snow was bright, but I didn't know that it was cold.

Chapter 4

Three years later, the banker has undergone earth-shaking changes. The rupture of the capital chain is only the first step before the avalanche.

Later, his father was imprisoned and his mother disappeared.

She was coaxed into hiding abroad by a so-called distant uncle she was close to.

In an unexpected place, I met Si Heng again.

He made a deal with someone else, bought her, brought her back, and promised to help her find her mother.

The conditions are simple.

She still remembers the day she was brought back.

Si Heng took her into the study and sat in the swivel chair. His dark eyes were like the night she had seen on the plateau mountain pass, too thick to be opened.

Perhaps seeing through her nervousness, he leaned deeper into the chair, completely relaxed and careless.

Stay for five years and listen to me during this period. In five years' time, I don't have any problem with wherever you go to be a human being or a ghost.

So in the next five years, will she become a ghost in advance?

Zhuang Zhenyin shrank slightly.

As if he could read minds, Si Heng raised his eyelids, looked at her, and smiled.

probably not.

He paced over and walked up to her.

After taking off the black suit jacket, there was a very light aquatic tone on his white shirt, which seemed to be absent, mint and sandalwood, a hint of fragrance, immersed her senses.

Si Heng has very beautiful hands, Zhuang Jingyin noticed it when she lowered her eyes.

His palm closed her delicate jaw, and his fingertips brushed her tearful eyelashes, his movements were gentle and unpredictable.

But you have to be more obedient

Si Heng said casually.

Even though half a year has passed, that scene is still so clear.

Zhuang Jingyin was in a daze when she suddenly noticed movement in the main villa and the curtains moved.

The withdrawn thoughts suddenly returned.

She grabbed her crutches, stood up and walked toward the door.

Before opening the fingerprint lock, Zhuang Zhenyin asked tentatively: Butler Xu?

Housekeeper Xu does not move around in this area. He just made sure that she could move around on her own and left.

She just used it to make sure there was no one in the house.

Maybe it was just the wind blowing the curtains.

There was no movement.

Her hanging heart was relieved.

When her thumb pressed on the black panel, Zhuang Zhenyin heard vague answers coming from the room.

Eh.

Zhuang Jingyin's movements were still, her scalp was slightly numb, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

Absolutely, it can’t be Si Heng.

He is the absolute master here, and entering and exiting is like entering a deserted land.

Before I had time to think about who it was, the door was suddenly opened from the inside!

Zhuang Zhenyin's wrist was grabbed, and the opponent's strength locked her firmly and pulled her in!

After being dazed, she was about to call for help, only to realize that her mouth was also tightly covered, but in a moment, Zhuang Zhide could see the other person's face clearly:

Si Yan!

Si Heng's cousin, a gamer in the true sense.

And since Siheng is not good at pretending and has a high IQ, he is ridiculous and has no choice but to let his family take the blame when he gets into trouble and goes crazy. When he was in middle school, he almost went to the juvenile detention center because he teamed up with two other second-generation sons and attempted to rape the newly appointed daughter. teacher. He was too young and had a strong family background, so he ended up losing a lot of money and transferred to another school.

When I grew up, I didn't restrain myself, but became more aggressive.

Si Yan was also there when he met Si Heng again.

The person who originally wanted to buy her was Si Yan.

The 'party' that night was Zhuang Zhenyin's lifelong nightmare.

She stepped into the river leading to hell.

After witnessing the images of multiple people, Russian carousels, eels, hanging upside down from huge cages, young men and women who could be traded at will, and the scenes after the transactions, her heart became numb.

Si Heng was still Si Yan, there was no big difference to her at that time.

But Siheng is a person who never fails to get what he wants.

Si Yan didn't have the courage to seize the food from the tiger's mouth, and he didn't have the financial resources of Si Heng. Even if he was itching with hatred, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

But that doesn't mean he gave up.

Frankly speaking, Zhuang Jingyin is 1.66 meters tall, fair and elegant, and has a quiet manner. Compared with Si Yan's female companion, she is not beautiful enough.

There is only one thing that stands out: she is the exiled daughter of the banker.

They were the same kind of people I had met at a party.

The type of woman who is wrapped in expensive high-end dresses, has good intelligence and education, and can only use missionaries as wives.

Now he has become an object that can be treated as he pleases, no matter what tricks he uses without worrying about the consequences.

This contrast made Si Yan think about it day and night. It was obviously a bite of meat that was almost in his mouth, but it just flew away.

After worrying about it for half a year, Si Yan estimated that Si Heng had had enough fun.

Thinking about Si Heng no longer wanting to see him, they, as a family, would never fall out with him over a woman.

So, Si Yan took advantage of Si Heng's business trip to cut off the power to the surveillance camera in advance and pounced in.

Zhuang Jingyin hurt her foot and was pushed to the sofa by Si Yan.

She whimpered: Are you crazy?

Si Yan suppressed her resistance easily. He had a narrow face, high cheekbones, slightly protruding eyes, and his eyes were dark with excessive indulgence.

I'm mad? Sihengcai is crazy! Why the hell do you have to fight with me! ?

Her light knit top was ruined. Soon, Zhuang Zhenyin stopped struggling.

Si Yan's eyes burned red.

However, Si Yan only focused on making gluttons and only focused on one place.

No time to watch anything else.

As long as he moves a little further, he can see more clearly.

A pair of eyes belonging to a nocturnal beast, watching indifferently, waiting for its prey to be caught.

Chapter 5

She lowered her eyes, suppressed all her subtle emotions, and silently reached out with her left hand into the gap in the sofa.

There is a small dagger there.

She left it in the name of peeling fruit a month ago. Housekeeper Xu hired a psychiatrist to do tests on her and carefully confirmed again and again that she had no suicidal tendencies. She also filled out the questionnaires seriously.

Not that he thinks much of her.

If she died in Si Heng, it would not sound good if the news spread.

Of course, she would not die even if Si Heng died.

Thinking of Si Heng, Zhuang Jingyin paused and was distracted for a short moment.

His left hand was grabbed by the excited Si Yan.

He also had a strong sense of risk. He tried his best to hold down her two hands with one hand and press her deeper into the sofa, while the other hand skillfully unbuttoned her pants.

Si Yan had obviously come here after drinking, and he had a strong smell of alcohol that flew straight into people's faces.

Zhuang Zhenyin decided to resist.

She began to struggle hard, kicking her right leg uncontrollably, and swept a vase off the coffee table. She vaguely remembered that it seemed to be taken from an exhibition.

But Zhuang Zhenyin can't control that much. The two of them rolled off the sofa and fell onto the carpet.

While rolling and tearing, they gradually moved away from the sofa and approached the door.

Si Yan didn't react much at first, but Zhuang Jingyin resisted too much. If she continued like this, she escaped through the door and attracted someone, and the news reached Si Heng's ears. Would he still be alive?

Thinking of this, Si Yan tightened his body, quickly turned over and pressed her down, and slapped her in anger: Why are you pretending to be innocent? Bitch!

Zhuang Jingyin's eyes were filled with tears, but they remained in her eyes and did not fall down.

For Si Yan, showing weakness only makes him more excited.

After doing this, he felt it was more interesting than before.

Conquering is indeed more fulfilling than venting.

But Si Yan didn't notice

despair.

The sound of a door being turned slightly.

Soon, the door was pushed open silently.

A figure appeared.

The sun outside the window has moved away and no shadow can be seen.

The man paused, took two steps forward, and stood still.

His posture is casual but not slouched, as if he is watching an immersive drama.

The coldness at the corners of my clothes hit my face.

Finally, Si Yan regained half of his rationality.

The central air conditioner in the house should be at a constant temperature. Why do I feel like there is a cold draft?

The other half of Si Yan's sanity has not yet returned.

So when he looked up, there was a trace of confusion on his face.

Si Heng has deep eyebrows and a pair of black eyes inherited from his mother Si Yi.

That beauty who is famous far and wide and of noble birth.

East Asians have the most dark brown eyes, with less pure brown and black eyes.

Si Heng is black.

A swirling black that does not reflect light.

Seize the soul, but the strength is gentle.

Like Angela Carter said, some eyes can eat you.

Si Yan's own mother always hated iron and felt that she should give birth to a son like Si Heng.

But Si Yan felt that Si Heng was not much different from him.

He reminded his parents that regardless of the smile on Si Heng's lips or the look in his eyes, this guy definitely wanted others to kneel down and talk to him.

A prophecy has come true.

Si Yan is now sitting on his knees

Although he was kneeling on either side of Zhuang Zhenyin's waist.

The language system in Si Yan's brain was down, but Si Heng didn't rush him, but just waited with a gentle expression.

Just like "Sleepless Night" staged in the MacKinnon Hotel, even if the audience breaks through the constraints of traditional theater, they can only watch beside the actors.

See how Macbeth learns witchcraft and kills kings.

I won't interfere and have no intention of changing.

elder brother.

Si Yan regained consciousness and crawled down from the corpse-like Zhuang Jingyin, his voice trembling so much that it was almost deformed.

Si Heng ignored it and just smiled with a soft voice.

Si Yan, did you rape me?

Brother, listen to my explanation

Si Yan broke into a cold sweat, crawled over on his knees, and hugged Si Heng's suit trouser legs.

The smile on Si Heng's lips faded a lot. He lowered his eyes and looked at Si Yan's hand.

Si Yan was so frightened that he trembled and retracted his hand.

Si Heng's mysophobia is unbelievable.

He had such a unique background that all his personal hobbies were preserved.

Si Heng didn't even look at him. He just took off his black cashmere coat, knelt down on one knee, put the coat on him, wrapped him up, picked up Zhuang Jingyin easily, and took him to the bedroom on the second floor.

Si Yan was politely asked to leave by Butler Xu, and left in despair.

As he expected, they were cousins after all, and Si Heng would not call the police.

But nothing was said or done, and Si Yan's heart was in his throat.

Family doctor Lou Yusi arrived soon.

Apart from the fractures during the recovery period, Zhuang Zhenyin only had abrasions on her joints. She looked pale and fell into a coma.

Under Si Heng's watchful eye, Lou Yusi carefully applied the medicine to her.

Skin injuries, not serious, but severe shock.

When Lou Yusi put away the medicine box, he hesitated and whispered to Si Heng: How about you come out too?

Si Heng raised his eyelids and glanced at him without any joy or anger.

Lou Yusi went to the same high school as Si Heng, from a prase school near Cambridge. Lou Yusi has a good temper and is incompatible with the British weather. He is also a rare acquaintance of Si Heng for many years.

Lou Yusi knew this man's temperament well and didn't know how to write the words "love the fragrance and cherish the jade".

So I boldly suggested it sincerely again.

Otherwise, when someone wakes up and sees you, her spirit will cause secondary damage.

Zhuang Jingyin closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

My heart said yes, it’s been nine minutes, you can get out.

The further she rolled, the faster she would recover.

God does not fulfill people's wishes.

Soon, a chill covered her eyelids.

The man's fingertips were really cold, so he lightly covered her eyelids

How to say, this feeling.

Like a dead man's hand covering his eyes.

Zhuang Jingyin.

Si Heng's voice is very recognizable.

With smiles and mist, the lazy wind swept through the late night jungle.

He moved his palms from her eyes to her cheeks and asked warmly.

Isn’t it fun to pretend to be asleep?

Chapter 6

She couldn't say that she knew Si Heng.

After all, they didn't meet often, and Si Heng never stayed here overnight.

The purpose of meeting each other is clear to each other.

For Zhuang Jingyin herself, the primary goal is to live first, survive for five years, and not get depressed, and then talk about what happens next. She should be indifferent, numb and silently resistant to Si Heng.

For Zhuang Jingtan, the task is to actively adjust her own state according to this psychological process.

This feeling of weakness and weakness is not difficult to adjust to.

Because she saw Si Heng for the first time, the alarm naturally sounded.

In Yancheng, the Si family has a low-key style and a high position. Si Heng's grandfather has three daughters. Si Heng's mother is the third, but she got married early and fell in love with the second son of the Kang family early, so Si Heng ranks first among this generation. Boss.

Reputation and age ranking are consistent.

Not only in the Si family, but also in such a narrow top-level circle in Yancheng, whoever can take Si Heng's name out will have to be given a bit of a thumbs-up by the other side.

There is no other reason. Putting aside his identity as the only son of the Si Kang family, Si Heng is definitely not a creature in the pool.

He didn't act like a young master, nor did he follow the political path paved by the Si family, but went into business. Si Heng never did the same thing that he had done when he was young, trying to prove that he could do well without relying on his family.

Si Heng has never hid his identity from the first day he entered the scene. With first-class skills, he has conquered the equipment market that Cominda has never occupied, opening up upstream and downstream cooperation, including system contractors and raw materials.

Si Heng is full of contradictions. He is smart and understands people's desires, but he is also very self-disciplined and protects his private life very well. Still, he doesn't hide his desires.

If your desires are honest enough, you dare to fight for them. Even if a negotiation fails, you won't mind. You will never write your emotions on your face, and you won't be reluctant to leave. So no one knows where his real desire lies.

In terms of understanding people's hearts, Si Heng is more like a one-way glass.

It can only project, not reflect light.

It's not fair, but it can't be helped.

Anyway, if this person is there, it will put pressure on people.

Especially for her.

In essence, Si Heng is a person who cannot tolerate betrayal, resistance, and disobedience. His temperament seems gentle, but in fact he is cold and extremely difficult to maintain.

He once wanted to take her on vacation, but the police notified him, but she didn't go. When he woke up the next morning, he found her on the way to a private airport. Not kidnapping, it was more like that.

They went to Dubai, where Si Heng had a home and raised a leopard and two white tigers. They had their own gardens and specially created jungle ecosystems.

Si Heng grabbed her to show her his fourth new pet.

An eight-month-old lion.

He held the lion in his arms, smiling and letting her play with it.

Behind Si Heng are lush green plants, undulating like green waves. This jungle is not real. Just like the smile on his face.

Because it's not true, it can never be true.

Those rationalities, etiquette, and education float so shallowly on the sea called Siheng.

When I looked into the water again, there was only a chill.

A arrogant and evil soul who is indifferent and just sits on the sidelines.

In front of such people, she is Zhuang Zhenyin now, and she will only be Zhuang Zhenyin in the future.

Si Heng told Zhuang Zhenyin not to pretend to be asleep, so she could only slowly open her eyes.

Soon, Si Heng asked Lou Yusi to go out again, and they were the only two left in the room.

How are you?

Si Heng stood up straight, his eyelids drooped slightly, he seemed to be smiling, and if he looked closely, he seemed to be caring.

Zhuang Zhenyin looked into his eyes quietly.

Such beautiful eyes, I want them to be made into specimens and hung in her study.

When she gets old, she will choose to leave the room with a smile on her face.

What do you think.

Zhuang Zhenyin spoke, her voice hoarse.

Si Heng suddenly leaned over, grabbed her arm and looked carefully: Do you need to go to a big hospital?

Zhuang Zhenyin tried her best to pull out her hand, not wanting to have any physical contact with him, and turned her head away.

Subtle but perceptible disgust.

Surveillance is broken.

He didn't mind when Si Heng's hands were empty. He sat down on the chair and continued talking to her.

I don't believe anyone's word but yours.

Si Heng curled his lips and smiled, and carefully tucked her into bed: I will believe whatever you say, and I will listen to you whatever you want to do.

Zhuang Zhenyin's lips moved, her eyelashes drooped, and they were trembling slightly like thick butterfly wings.

Are you serious?

Si Heng's words are concise and concise.

If you need to call the police, do it as early as possible. If the injury healed, it would be too late.

Is calling the police helpful?

Zhuang Zhenyin's voice was a little lower.

What an insidious and hypocritical idiot.

She almost laughed out loud.

Knowing that it would be useless to Si Yan, he would find any way to excuse himself.

As long as Si Heng doesn't want to pursue this matter, it's of no use.

have.

Si Heng leaned deep in the chair, looking at the paintings on the wall without focusing on her.

Mont Sainte-Victoire by Paul Cézanne.

But I can't squat for too long.

He looked away and looked at her again.

Are you sincerely seeking justice for me?

Zhuang Jingyin twitched the corner of her mouth lightly, laughing at herself and feeling miserable.

Si Heng had a very calm expression on his face and nodded.

Didn't even bother to answer.

You go out, I need to rest.

Zhuang Zhenyin curled up and turned her back to him.

She also has her own worries.

Usually they don't need to talk too much, and what he needs will be explained directly with actions. They haven't really done anything substantial yet. More often than not, he would make unbelievable requests. He would hold her in his arms for hours, playing with the ends of her hair unconsciously, and shaking her awake when she was about to fall asleep.

With action, words are not needed.

In this regard, Zhuang Jingtan is very, very experienced. For a good girl like Zhuang Jingyin who is completely blank, Zhuang Jingtan can just light up the fire.

Zhuang Jingyin graduated in art history with a minor in psychology.

If he gets interested and suddenly wants to engage in some in-depth platonic spiritual communication, she will inevitably make mistakes when answering.

'You have come to the wasteland of knowledge'

Once Si Heng realizes this, he will definitely become suspicious.

Fortunately, Si Heng was not interested in discussing this.

He didn't kiss her and rarely spoke to her.

But it's different now.

Her leg was injured. If nothing else, he was clearly looking at the painting behind her just now.

What if we suddenly start chatting?

She couldn't quite remember whose painting the landscape belonged to.

The sound of the chair touching the ground, the sound of leaving footsteps

Zhuang Jingyin had just calmed down a little when these sounds suddenly disappeared.

The room was silent.

Soon, Si Heng spoke slowly.

how about you?

What?

He walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, reached in with his hand coldly, and pinched her right calf lightly.

He accurately touched her unhealed injuries.

Zhuang Jingyin gasped in pain and frowned.

Shizune, do you really want to avoid danger?

Si Heng asked calmly.

Zhuang Zhenyin was stunned.

Let me change the question. Do you have any goals in life now? Suicide also counts.

Si Heng retracted his hand, his tone was lazy, but his dark eyes did not wander away.

I don't like forcing people to this extent. But I don’t like to suffer either. As a compromise, if you really want to leave, I'll do it the best you can.

Zhuang Jingyin looked at him in disbelief, her face turning pale.

This is no longer a hint.

It's a clear threat.

To be polite [please go to hell].

Si Heng, you are such a bastard.

Zhuang Zhenyin murmured.

I know

Si Heng trailed off, and the picture frame on the wall hit him.

go away! !

Zhuang Zhenyin roared with a hoarse voice and messy long hair.

Soon, Lou Yusi rushed in and pulled Si Heng out, telling Zhuang Jingyin to rest quickly, with a look of bitterness on his face.

He is a distinguished medical elite and works part-time as a firefighter.

The door is closed tightly.

There was a low sob coming from inside.

A low cry.

The person crying was very embarrassed. While crying, he silently raised his phone and quickly read the picture.

Mont Sainte-Victoire by Paul Cézanne.

After getting the answer, her heart dropped completely.

This time Si Heng left, she had to go through these things again.

People still have to arm themselves with knowledge.

She gradually stopped crying, calmed down her mood, figured that the person was gone, limped to the door, and opened the door.

The man leaning against the wall turned his head.

Si Heng asked patiently.

Finished crying?

Zhuang Zhenyin resisted the urge to slam the door and jumped out on one leg with a sullen face.

Pretend he doesn't exist.

Chapter 7

She moved with difficulty to the first floor one by one, picked up the glass, poured a glass of water, and drank it all.

The person is behind you.

Of course Zhuang Zhenyin can feel it.

She didn't look back, she sat directly on the chair, took a sugar orange from the fruit bowl, and slowly peeled it.

From the moment she learned about it, she had no intention of setting too many restrictions.

Life is not a TV series, and Si Heng is not a mentally retarded villain who is easy to fool.

Imitation is a dead end.

Designed things are easy to forget. If she forgets and Si Heng remembers, then it’s all over.

She must and can only become Zhuang Zhenyin.

Anyway, when people are driven crazy, they can do anything. It is normal for Zhuang Zhenyin's personality to be slightly distorted. This is the same as pinching a sculpture. It is important to determine the general direction of the skeleton.

For example, when Si Heng bought Zhuang Zingyin, it was the day he bought her. With Zhuang Zingyin's personality, it would be good if she didn't faint and pinch people. Of course, she had to follow that direction.

But now, she is used to Si Heng's bastard and shamelessness, and she can feel free to do so.

Zhuang Jingtan considers herself to be a relatively rigorous person and has quite strong self-control ability. Otherwise, now that Si Heng comes in, there is only one thing left to do: set a table for Si Yan.

forget?

Si Heng stood behind her for a while, put the things gently on the table, and said casually.

Zhuang Jingyin caught a glimpse of her silver steel crutch.

Is there anything else going on, Mr. Si?

Zhuang Jingyin pushed the cup back and turned to look at him calmly: It's okay, I'm going to rest.

Or, she paused: Do you need my help today?

The smell of gunpowder in her words was obviously stronger than usual, and there was a hint of exhaustion that the string was almost broken.

Si Heng said nothing, looking at her with dark eyes, deep and dull.

There is nothing difficult to understand.

She had just experienced such a terrible thing. Obviously, the other party had a high probability of escaping, and he was an accomplice.

No matter how desperate your heart is, it will subconsciously ignite a prairie fire of hope. It’s really hopeless. At worst, a gust of wind will come over and destroy it.

This is how the human heart grows.

The answer is ready to come out: Zhuang Jingyin has been looking forward to it.

So there will be this state.

This kind of Zhuang Zhenyin is certainly more interesting than the usual pale and helpless look.

Si Heng raised his hand and pinched her cheek. It felt good, so he smiled.

Recover as soon as possible and I will take you out in two days.

I don't

Zhuang Jingyin was about to say something when Si Heng stopped her with a smile.

Shizune, I'm so sorry,

Si Heng's expression seemed to be truly apologetic.

But you don't have the right to say no.

Si Heng's voice was a little softer, but it hit Zhuang Jingyin's heart hard.

After saying that, he pulled away and was about to leave. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask her.

By the way, one more thing. How do you feel about gathering with old friends?

There was a clear curiosity in his expression.

Zhuang Zhenyin was instantly alert, wasn't that the day she wanted to escape?

Are you planning to settle accounts?

But he still maintained his composure on his face, closed his eyes slightly, and traced his fingers across the intricately patterned tablecloth. His voice was calm and stable but could not contain the loss, just like if someone scratched a lemon on this table, the crumbs would fall out of the holes in the tablecloth. Falling in the middle.

There is no way, loss is something that cannot be contained.

How about what? Just met, nothing.

knew.

Si Heng accepted this answer in full, nodded, walked away with long legs, and the words "take a rest" before leaving floated over leisurely, without sincerity and without weight.

Hearing the sound of the car engine, Zhuang Jingyin's heart dropped slightly.

He didn't mention that matter, most likely because he wanted to settle the general ledger.

But Zhuang Zhenyin is not afraid of what is bound to happen.

The day she decided to run away, she knew she couldn't run away, and she ran away only when she knew she couldn't run away. After all, Si Heng's desire for control is almost abnormal. This desire for control has no necessary connection with emotions. Even if he raises a palm-sized bastard, he is not willing for it to escape.

This may seem contradictory, but it is actually simple.

Zhuang Zhengyin's character may be gentle or submissive, but it is not considered weak in the true sense. Her tutor would not allow her to continue to be a dog, a container for Si Heng's emotions, and she would most likely be an outlet for Si Heng's desires in the future.

Zhuang Zhenyin will definitely run away and try her best to escape. Her family protected her very well. In Zhuang Jingyin's way of thinking, she believed that the civilized world had rules, and that Si Heng did not dare to violate certain rules.

Zhuang Zhengyin would do this, and she would do it naturally.

Moreover, she had to do something to ensure that Si Heng could still remember her here.

When she made the plan, she had high hopes for Si Heng. She believed that he could stop her!

Don't really let her run away.

Zhuang Zhenyin may not care about this place, but she still cherishes it.

Big, spacious, and quiet.

Even if she was forced to deal with Si Heng, she wasn't too worried. Then do it. Can he still have barbs growing on it?

If it feels good, she really

I can’t say it’s not a loss, I can only say it feels great.

If you feel bad, it only takes a few minutes and you just have to endure it.

Everything in life cannot always go as planned.

And so far, it seems that is indeed the case.

She found that this brother had great potential to nourish his stomach, otherwise it would be difficult to explain Si Heng's strange hobbies.

There is an urgent need to study sexual abnormal psychology.

Zhuang Jingyin made up her mind, dragged her lame leg into the house, searched the Internet, and placed an order at the speed of light. She also placed an order along with "On Impotence" by Han Shanzheng, a famous doctor in Danyang in the late Qing Dynasty.

If Si Heng finds out

If you find out, just find out, and when the time comes, tell him you care about him.

It would be best if you can add some obstruction to him, but if you can't, there's nothing you can do about it.

For two whole weeks, she never saw the Siheng people again. Not even any news.

Zhuang Jing enjoys relaxing music, watering flowers and grass, watching movies, and painting in the villa, and goes to bed on time at 9:30 p.m.

Fifteen days later, she was picked up.

Yancheng flies directly to Dallas.

Texas?

Also traveling with him was Si Yan.

Along the way for more than ten hours, Si Yan would approach Si Heng from time to time, making Zhuang Jingyin feel like her eyes were getting dirty just by looking at him.

Si Heng's eyelids were slightly drooped, but Zhuang Jingyin came over from the corner of his eye. He raised his eyes and glanced back, and saw the person quickly retracting his seat like a frightened rabbit.

On the surface, it was said that Si Heng had some official business to attend to.

But listening to the gongs and the words, she felt that Si Heng was on vacation this time.

Take her with Si Yan

It may be similar to bringing a domestic dog and then tethering a tortoise. He wants to walk in a majestic way.

As soon as we landed, we got in the car and drove straight to the desolate place without going to our residence.

Zhuang Zhenyin felt strange, but followed quietly. She was in a car with Si Heng, and Si Yan's car was following behind. It was convenient for her to ask, but it was not necessary.

Seeing how Si Heng closed his eyes and meditated, he definitely knew where he was going.

After getting out of the car, Si Heng threw a few apples to Si Yan.

Three are not one, so it's not that easy to pick up.

But Si Yan didn't dare to let the apple fall to the ground. He stumbled to catch it and stuffed it into his coat pocket in confusion.

The temperature here is around ten degrees Celsius. Si Heng wore a blue mixed cashmere sweater and black trousers to outline a slim figure. He lowered his eyes to look at the phone screen, took a step back and gave way to the person in charge of this place.

Zhuang Zhenyin's eyes silently roamed over him, and she quickly lowered her eyes and looked back.

This is an outdoor live-fire shooting range. The person in charge is a Texas native. After proudly introducing a hundred reasons why his home is better than other homes, he took them inside.

After selecting the equipment and giving a brief safety introduction, the person in charge left.

There was no one else but them in the huge open-air shooting range.

Si Yan was reloading the gun skillfully and excitedly, planning to ask his life assistant to record it for him later, when he suddenly felt a figure in front of him.

He looked up and said quickly: Brother.

Si Heng smiled slightly: We haven't played together for a long time.

For so many days, Si Heng regarded him as nothing. Si Yan knew that Si Heng's bottom line was hard to touch, but he couldn't figure out where it was. He was worried for a long time. Now seeing Si Heng's friendly attitude, he felt relieved and nodded with gritted teeth. : Yes, brother, it’s been a long time. Let’s have a good time together today!

Si Heng's smile deepened, and without comment, he suddenly reached into Si Yan's pocket and took the apple back.

Play this?

Si Yan was confused.

Subconsciously, she looked back at Zhuang Jingyin and felt that Si Heng might not be so perverted, and Zhuang Jingyin wouldn't be able to accept it.

Um.

Si Heng tossed it up and down and handed it to him: "Take this and stand where the human-shaped sign stands."

His tone was casual. Si Yan didn't want to run errands and quickly wanted to point out the life assistant, but found that the assistant had already left.

All right

Si Yan turned around reluctantly.

It was also impossible to summon Zhuang Jingyin in front of Si Heng. Now he did not dare to take the initiative to expose this matter.

good. Do you know how to play?

Si Heng's voice is gentle and lazy.

Three together, one on the head, two on the palms, with both arms spread out. Let's try our guns.

The afternoon light was not strong and was hazy, making Si Heng's posture more casual. But this looseness is more like a thin shell, which can break at any time and transform into an abyss, leading people to fall into it.

Chapter 8

Zhuang Jingyin's life is stable and prosperous, and her years are quiet and peaceful.

At least it used to be.

Zhuang Jingtan is different. She has met many crazy people.

Because pretending to be crazy and acting stupid can solve 90% of the problems in life.

Even so, if one day she had a sudden impulse to sort out the vast list of lunatics and want to choose the top one, Si Heng would definitely do her part.

It's easy to be crazy.

The difficulty is to have stability, identity, and randomness at the same time.

The frequency of madness is very stable, and the way of madness is very random.

Also has a strong sense of faith.

Zhuang Jingyin silently took a few steps back, retreating to a place with shade and a better view, and carefully observed the history of the development of drama.

The person involved, Si Yan, looked like his brain was shutting down.

Their eyes swept over the newly selected weapons behind them: with high-power scopes and red dot sights, ranging from snipers, pistols to shotguns.

His limbs were frozen, and he laughed dryly, then looked at Si Heng: This joke is not funny.

Having said that, Si Heng has never been associated with the word joke since he was a child, and Si Yan certainly knows it.

This older brother never suffers or loses. As long as you sincerely want it, there is nothing you can't get.

Si Heng asked: Si Yan, how old are you?

Si Yan said: Twenty-twenty-seven.

Si Heng smiled and casually opened an M1911: "Then you have known me for a while." When have you ever seen me joke?

He didn't even look up at Si Yan.

The climate in Dallas is dry, especially after fall and winter. The open-air shooting range was filled with dust, and lone bushes of vegetation were bent by the occasional passing wind.

Si Yan's knees softened, and before they even touched the ground, he was picked up and pushed to the side. The opponent also took advantage of the situation and stood further away.

The meaning is clear.

Kneel down and stay away so that the dirt doesn't splash on him.

Si Yan understood, Si Heng was serious.

He rolled around and tried to beg for mercy, but two sturdy men grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the ground.

I don't have that much time to spend here.

Si Heng reassembled the parts of the m1911, sighed softly, walked to Si Yan, squatted down and looked at him: If you keep moving around like this, I can't guarantee the accuracy of the bullets.

Generally, in desperate situations, people have two ways: to obey or to resist.

But there is a prerequisite for resistance. There must be at least a slight possibility of a comeback, even if it is only one percent.

Apparently, not now.