Chapter 6856
Are rich people this casual now?
There, the night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impenetrable, like a giant black hole that swallowed up all traces.
Xiao Chen was like a shooting star, flashing a dazzling and blinding light across her life before disappearing without a trace, leaving her alone in this endless darkness, bearing the fear and confusion in her heart.
"Is he... really just that insignificant waiter at the Qujiang Club?"
Chen Ziyan's lips trembled slightly, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms. The sharp pain, like an electric current, instantly spread throughout her body, barely allowing her to maintain her crumbling sanity.
The image of Xiao Chen's cold and arrogant expression kept replaying in her mind. Every glance and every word he uttered was like a sharp knife, carving deep wounds into her heart.
"Why...why did that aura he exuded just now—cold, indifferent, as if he regarded everything as worthless—instill in me a kind of...uncontrollable fear deep in my soul?"
Chen Ziyan's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if she were enveloped by an invisible force.
The fear surged over her like a tide, wave after wave, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"It's as if every word he uttered carried the power of laws, truly capable of... annihilating the Chen family?"
Once this thought appears in your mind, it grows wildly like weeds, impossible to dispel.
The absurd and terrifying thought sent chills down her spine. Her body shivered involuntarily, and she hugged her shoulders tightly, as if that would bring her a sense of warmth and security.
Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion; she didn't know how to face all of this that had suddenly happened.
"retribution……?"
Chen Ziyan muttered to herself absentmindedly, her voice trembling with despair.
The cool night wind howled past, brushing against her cheeks, but it could not cool the burning shame on her cheeks or the turmoil in her heart.
Her mind kept replaying the things she had done in the past, her arrogant and overbearing behavior. Could it be that these were the things that brought her to this point?
"Who...who is that man?!"
Chen Ziyan's eyes were filled with anger and resentment. She could not accept that she had been humiliated by a seemingly insignificant waiter.
"Could it really be the former God of War of the Dragon Kingdom! No, impossible! The God of War of the Dragon Kingdom, Xiao Chen, couldn't possibly be that young. Even if martial arts can slow down aging, it can't be that exaggerated! Impossible!"
She shook her head frantically, trying to deny the terrible idea.
A person's character, shaped by the passage of time and the experiences of life, may gradually reveal a completely different form than before, much like clay being remolded.
But age is an indelible mark etched by time from the moment a person is born, like the rings of a tree, each ring carrying specific memories and experiences. How can it possibly change?
The idea of turning back the clock to youth is nothing more than a beautiful fantasy woven from ancient myths, a helpless yearning for defying fate as people face the relentless passage of time.
In this cold and harsh world of reality, how could something so contrary to the laws of nature really exist?
At 1:30 a.m., the area around Xiao Chen's villa was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable layer of night, and all was silent, as if the whole world had fallen asleep.
Only a few dim streetlights shone, like frail old men struggling to survive in the thick darkness. Their faint light shone weakly in the darkness, illuminating only a small patch of ground beneath their feet. Everything around them was swallowed by darkness, appearing exceptionally mysterious and silent.
Xiao Chen casually sat down in front of a wonton stall with a plastic canopy on the street corner.
The plastic shed swayed gently in the night breeze, making a rustling sound, as if telling the story of the hardships and difficulties of life.
The stall owner was an elderly man with gray hair and wrinkles etched on his face, but his eyes revealed a simple and kind nature.
He skillfully cooked the wontons, the boiling water in the pot steaming and rising, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding cold.
A short while later, a steaming bowl of wontons, topped with scallions and dried shrimp, was placed in front of Xiao Chen.
The rich aroma wafted over, instantly whetting his appetite.
He couldn't wait to pick up a spoon, scoop up a wonton, and put it in his mouth. With a gentle bite, the delicious broth burst in his mouth, warming his stomach and his somewhat weary heart.
Then, he took two gulps of the boss's homemade, spicy, and pungent low-quality sorghum liquor.
The liquor flowed down his throat like a burning fuse, instantly igniting every cell in his body.
The cold stomach seemed to find some comfort in the steaming wontons and spicy liquor, and the discomfort subsided.
But his turbulent thoughts were like a wildfire ignited by alcohol, burning ever brighter and ever stronger, impossible to quell.
He now truly regrets letting his wife go to the Spirit Realm with those people.
At that time, he thought it was for his wife's good, that there were better opportunities for development there, and that a brighter future awaited her.
But now, looking at this empty villa and thinking about the days without his wife, his heart is filled with guilt and self-blame.
He began to doubt whether his decision was right and started to worry about whether his wife was doing well over there.
As Xiao Chen swallowed the last mouthful of the spicy liquor, his throat felt like it was on fire, burning with pain.
But he seemed oblivious, mechanically tossing down a few coins before getting up and slowly disappearing into the deeper night.
His figure appeared particularly lonely and forlorn under the dim streetlights as he walked step by step toward the villa area that seemed completely out of place with the food stalls.
Those around them who were still having late-night snacks at the food stalls were also stunned by Xiao Chen's series of casual actions.
Their eyes widened, their faces showing surprise and confusion, and they couldn't help but wonder to themselves: Are rich people this casual these days?
Wearing ordinary clothes, sitting in front of a simple wonton stall eating late-night snacks and drinking cheap sorghum liquor, this was a far cry from the image of wealthy people in their minds who wore suits and went to high-end places.
Around 11:00 a.m. earlier, Yun Yuyan called him.
On the other end of the phone, Yun Yuyan's voice was gentle yet filled with anticipation, saying that a friend needed her help.
Xiao Chen was drinking and chatting with Di Tianyan at the club at the time, and was in a fairly good mood. (End of Chapter)