Chapter 6746
Zhou Jiajin
"Mom, I'm looking at that young man who suddenly appeared, and I feel like he knows you."
As Zhang Peng's son spoke, he unconsciously scratched his head.
The curiosity on his face was impossible to hide, like a kitten that had discovered something new and exciting.
A look of doubt flickered in his eyes.
His mind was like a tangled mess, something he couldn't untangle no matter what he did.
This young man seemed to have fallen from the sky, suddenly appearing in their lives.
And he's so skilled.
He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what kind of connection this young man had with his family.
It's like looking through a thick fog; you just can't see through it.
Hearing her son's words, the proprietress shook her head helplessly.
Her eyes were filled with regret, a regret that was like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her.
"Sigh, it was their family that gave your dad a million... Your dad is just too ignorant. How could he not know the principle of 'not flaunting wealth'?"
The proprietress's voice trembled slightly, as if she were recalling those unbearable past events.
"If he had been more discreet back then and hadn't told everyone about that million, he wouldn't have been targeted."
"Look at you now, you've ended up in such a miserable state."
"Money, sometimes it's really not a good thing. It's like a hot potato, turning into a deadly disaster and turning our family upside down."
As she spoke, the proprietress couldn't help but let out another long sigh.
The sigh was exceptionally clear in the silent night, like a heavy lament echoing in the air.
It seemed like her protest against the injustice of fate, or a helpless sigh about life.
At 9:30 p.m., the damp night wind, like a mischievous child, carried the strong fishy smell of the river and swept through the streets without restraint.
The neon lights on the street were blurred into fragmented spots of light reflected in the puddles.
The flickering light was like the restless pulse of the city, beating again and again.
Xiao Chen slowly took off his black baseball cap and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The beads of sweat glistened faintly under the streetlights.
The taxi's taillights shattered into a crimson blur in the puddles, like a withered flower gradually fading into the night.
He stood quietly at the villa entrance, raised his head, and gazed at that familiar window.
At this moment, the window was pitch black, like an eye that had lost its focus, empty and lifeless.
It seemed to be telling of endless loneliness and solitude.
He started dialing Yun Yuyan's number repeatedly at 3:17 PM.
But even now, that phone number is still quietly lying in the call log.
The bright red "Not Connected" message was like a sharp knife, making his temples throb.
His WeChat messages went unanswered, as if they had been thrown into the ocean.
It was like plunging into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace. He gripped his phone tightly, his hand clenching so hard his knuckles turned white.
The unease in his heart surged like the tide, wave after wave, almost overwhelming him.
Xiao Chen's fingers were gently pinching the access card as he slowly approached the community's sensor area, intending to swipe it open and enter this familiar residential area.
In that instant, a blinding headlight suddenly shot out from around the corner without warning.
The brightness seemed to tear apart the entire dark corner.
This was an Audi A8L. The intense light emitted by its xenon headlights was like two sharp swords, pinning Xiao Chen's shadow firmly to the rusty iron gate.
The rust on the iron gate looked particularly menacing under the pale light, like little monsters baring their fangs and claws.
The intense light seemed to possess a magical power, wanting to expose all the secrets hidden in Xiao Chen's heart without reservation, making him feel as if he had nowhere to hide.
Immediately afterwards, three sharp blasts, like blades slicing through glass, suddenly rang out in the silent night sky.
The sound, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tranquility of the night.
The sharp sound startled several owls perched on the treetops, causing their feathers to bristle instantly.
They flapped their wings in terror, making strange "cooing" sounds, and flew frantically into the darkness, leaving only a tangled feather drifting in the air.
Startled by the sudden horn blare, Xiao Chen's brows furrowed sharply, his tightly knit brows resembling two small hills.
He subconsciously squinted and tried to look in the direction of the car.
Through the somewhat blurry glass of the car window, he could only vaguely see a Chanel quilted bag swaying on the driver's seat.
The classic diamond pattern peeks out from under the light, exuding an air of luxury.
There was also a scarlet fingernail, which stood out conspicuously in the dim light inside the car, like an eerie color suddenly flashing in the dark night, making people feel uneasy for no reason.
Xiao Chen paused slightly, ignoring the sudden situation.
He gently lifted his foot and continued walking into the residential area.
His leather shoes splashed through the puddles, creating tiny, clear ripples that echoed in the quiet night, much like the somewhat chaotic beating of his heart.
He kept thinking to himself, this definitely isn't Yun Yuyan.
Although Yun Yuyan's car was equally luxurious, its color was a soft off-white, like clouds in spring, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.
Its shape and lines are also more fluid and elegant, like a graceful dancer.
But the car in front of her was completely different from Yun Yuyan's in both color and appearance, and had a completely different style.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen quickened his pace slightly, wanting to get rid of this inexplicable unease as soon as possible and return to his warm little home.
Inside the car, the air conditioning was blowing cold air, carrying away the unique and captivating scent of Dior J'adore perfume, wisps and strands, filling the small and somewhat oppressive space.
The perfume's scent had a fresh and lively citrus top note, an elegant and charming jasmine and ylang-ylang middle note, and a warm and mellow vanilla and sandalwood base note. The combination of these scents should have made people feel pleasant and comfortable, but at this moment, Zhou Keying only felt annoyed.
Zhou Keying sat in the driver's seat, her posture upright yet exuding a tense energy.
Her fingertips, gripping the phone tightly, were white from excessive force, and her knuckles were slightly protruding.
On the phone screen, Yun Yuyan's chat box was still blank, displaying the message "Okay, Miss Zhou" from 10:17 AM.
From then on, no matter how many messages she sent, they all disappeared without a trace, as if thrown into the sea. (End of Chapter)