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    When I got home, it was almost late at night.  The Rong family's mansion was quiet, and everyone was asleep.

    Rong Jia went back to her room and looked across as a habit.  Feng Shizhen's windows were dark.

    Rong Jiashang took off his clothes and stood under the flower sand, with the warm water washing over his young, well-structured body.  He closed his eyes, his thoughts racing, and his heart beating rapidly.

    The melody of dance music rang in his ears again, and Rong Jiashang seemed to have returned to yesterday evening, pressing the gentle woman against the wall again.

    This time, Feng Shizhen did not resist.  She breathed softly into his ear, with an ambiguous nasal sound, and combed her fingers through the short, prickly hair on the back of his head, along the back of his neck, and slid down to his back, hugging him tightly.  Her skin was as smooth as silk, her body exuded the warmth of the sun, and she was open to him without reservation.

    His temples swelled with excitement, and he sank in indulgently, mired in softness, intoxicated

    The next day, the sky outside the window was washed blue, and the sun shone in through the window glass, making people feel warm.  Rong Jiashang sat behind the desk with black coffee, rubbing his throbbing temples while looking at the documents.

    Those boring numbers, stereotyped reports, and shady instructions are piled thickly on the desk.  Rong Jiashang's face was tense, forcing himself to look in and give clear instructions quickly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the phone on the table.

    Would you like to call and ask the person who went to meet her to see what she is doing?

    Accompanying Mrs. Feng to buy groceries?  Or make some medicine for Mr. Feng?

    I really want the florist to send her a bouquet of flowers.  Pink and light yellow peony is the most suitable for her.  She didn't collect Meng Xu'an's flowers.  Maybe it was just a show to gain his trust.  But what woman doesn¡¯t love flowers?

    no!  This only made things more difficult for her.  He didn't want her name to be mentioned next to his in the tabloids.  She should be innocent and clean.

    Rong Jiashang threw away the annotated document and opened the next one.

    He thought again of the charming and ecstatic dream last night.  His face was hot, as if it had been burned by the scorching sun, but he was not ashamed.

    ¡°Perhaps he was attracted to her from the first day.  Otherwise, there were so many beautiful girls in the new city, and he couldn't avoid them, but he was pulled into the dance floor by a strange, plainly dressed woman.

    Or maybe, he was pulled into a carefully woven trap by her from that moment on

    The phone rang suddenly.  Rong Jiashang's hand shook, and a large ball of ink dripped from the fountain pen.  He looked at the smeared documents with disgust, dropped the pen, and took the phone.

    "Young Master," came the strict and capable voice of his subordinate, "Miss Feng went out and called a rickshaw, saying she was going to the Pidgin Catholic Church."

    Rong Jiashang said calmly: "I understand."

    He hung up the phone, stared at the document for three seconds, stood up suddenly, grabbed his coat and hat, and strode out.

    It¡¯s winter after all. Although the sun is bright, the wind blowing on your face is still biting and cold.  Feng Shizhen tightened his coat and scarf, sat on a rickshaw, and walked through the lively market.

    She got off the car at the entrance of Yangjingbang Catholic Church.  This is a small road, and it is not Sunday. The front of the church is deserted, with only pigeons fluttering and circling in the blue sky on the roof, making restless calls.

    Feng Shizhen pushed open the heavy side door and walked in.  The church was quiet, no one was there, not even the priest.  Feng Shizhen lit a candle, placed it on the desk, and then walked towards the altar.  She was wearing leather shoes, and the sound of her footsteps was amplified by the special structure of the church and echoed in the empty lobby.

    Feng Shizhen sat down on the bench in the second row in front, took out the silver cross that was warmed by his body temperature, and pressed it on his chest.  She lowered her head and closed her eyes. The slender white nape of her neck was covered with soft and fluffy hair.

    After a while, the door was opened again.  The man's steady footsteps came all the way and stopped beside her.  The faint smell of disinfectant wafted over, and the man sat down next to her.

    "Say it, Shizhen." Feng Shixun's voice was heavy, obviously knowing that this conversation would not be pleasant, "I was on night shift yesterday, and I just saw the note you asked the nurse to leave this morning. As a family, if something happens, you can't go home.  Say, do you have to find a church?¡±

    Feng Shizhen opened his eyes, but did not raise his head.  There was a look of grievance and cowardice on her face, like a child who had gotten into trouble.

    "I'm sorry, brother."

    Rong Jiashang sat in the confession room, listening to the clear voice a few meters away.

    His hand touched the inner pocket of his chest and took out a bunch of Nanhong bracelets - yesterday??would get in anyone's way, wouldn't it?  "

    Feng Shixun's face was ashen, and he stared at his crying sister in pain, his lips moved, but he could not say a word.

    "I'm sorry, brother." Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears finally rolled down like broken crystals, "I shouldn't like him, I did something wrong. I have been adjusting my emotions, but I need time"

    Rong Jiashang raised his hand that was holding Nan Hong¡¯s string of beads and pressed it on his left chest, which was heaving violently.

    My heart was beating so fast that it was like a car with failed brakes. It was jolting left and right in my chest and was about to burst out of my chest.  The scalding blood, like boiling water, was transported throughout his body. His ears were filled with the pounding heartbeat and the surging rhythm of the blood.

    Feng Shixun raised his hand and gently stroked Feng Shizhen's wet cheek with his knuckles, like touching a dewy flower.  His eyes flashed with cold determination, and he sneered, "Do you like Rong Jiashang? What kind of good people do you think the Rong family is?"

    Rong Jiashang keenly sensed something was wrong and subconsciously put his hand on the door handle of the confession room.

    But Feng Shixun¡¯s voice sounded first: ¡°The fire in Wenchunli was set off by Rong Dingkun¡¯s instructions!¡±

    The deathly silence filled the air again.  Rong Jiashang held on to the bracelet tightly, suppressing the urge to push the door open and leave.

    "You know now, right?" Feng Shixun sneered sharply, "Are you surprised? When I first found out, I had the same expression on your face."

    A strange sense of relief made Rong Jia burst into laughter.

    She didn¡¯t know this before?

    ¡°Then she has no motive and no suspicion.

    But she knows now.

    Rong Jiashang stared at the door blankly, his mouth slightly open, his expression too complicated to describe.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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