A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1547 Sister-in-law, what are you doing?! (Please subscribe!)
As night fell, the typhoon showed no signs of abating, with gale-force winds and torrential rain sweeping across the city. However, Fu Guosheng's villa presented a warm and cozy scene.

A snow-white tablecloth covered the dining table, and a few candles on silver candlesticks flickered with quiet flames. The light and shadow swayed gently on the wall, and a perfectly cooked steak and several delicate side dishes were placed on the table.

Today's transaction was completed smoothly. Although there were some twists and turns and we lost a few million in profit, the result was good overall. Most importantly, we gained the talent of Hua Shier.

Fu Guosheng was in high spirits and specially opened a bottle of fine vintage red wine to have a candlelight dinner with Shen Jiawen.

After the two had finished eating, Fu Guosheng wiped the grease from his mouth with a napkin, then raised his glass and invited Shen Jiawen to drink:

"Jiawen, cheers."

Shen Jiawen gently picked up her glass, and the two wine glasses clinked together softly, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Fu Guosheng brought the wine glass to his lips and drank it all in one gulp. After he finished, he suddenly realized that Shen Jiawen hadn't drunk any. Her hand holding the wine glass was frozen in mid-air, staring straight at the darkness behind Fu Guosheng, her expression terrified, her pupils dilated.

Because right behind Fu Guosheng, in the darkness where the candlelight couldn't reach, a familiar figure carrying a gun emerged.

The gun barrel was pointed directly at Shen Jiawen, while his other hand was held to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet.

"what happened?"

Fu Guosheng frowned, put down his wine glass, and was about to turn his head.

Before he could even turn his neck, a hand reached out from behind him, fingers spread, and pressed down on the back of his head.

The hand was incredibly strong, leaving him no room to resist. It slammed his head down onto the table like a ball.

With a dull thud, Fu Guosheng's face slammed solidly onto the plate in front of him.

The porcelain plate shattered with a crack, scattering soup and shards of porcelain everywhere.

Fu Guosheng let out a painful howl. The excruciating pain from his nose and cheekbone made his vision go black for a moment. He was pinned to the table by the force, with half of his face buried in the mess of broken porcelain and food scraps.

Immediately afterwards, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head, held firmly, with such force that it felt like the muzzle was being driven into his skull.

"Old Fu, don't move, or I'll kill you."

The voice came from above, neither too loud nor too soft, and even carried a hint of lazy casualness.

But it was precisely this casualness that caused Fu Guosheng's back to be instantly soaked with cold sweat. He recognized the voice.

"Heavens, Brother Tianlong?"

Fu Guosheng pressed his face against the table, his voice distorted by the pressure, but he still managed to force a smile:

"Has my brother offended you in any way?"

The newcomer was Hua Shier. He held a gun in one hand and took out his cell phone from his pocket with the other.

With a swipe of your finger, a video begins to play.

He tossed his phone onto the table, and the screen landed right in front of Fu Guosheng.

The video shows Pinkie's fair and tender face.

With his face turned towards the camera, Fenzi spilled the beans, telling Zheng Chao all the things he had told him to do to Hua Shier on their way back.

Fu Guosheng stared at the screen, his pupils contracting rapidly, and he instantly understood the cause and effect.

"Brother Tianlong, it's a misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!"

Fu Guosheng spoke several beats faster, his voice becoming urgent and low:
"You hit Zheng Chao last time, so he must be holding a grudge. He acted on his own initiative, and I had no idea about it!"

"Brother, you saved my life in the detention center. I owe you my life. How could I possibly harm you? Don't worry, I'll definitely give you an explanation for this!"

Hua Shier chuckled softly, his tone unhurried yet filled with a sense of pressure:
"No need to trouble you, Zheng Chao, I've already killed him."

Fu Guosheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Hua Twelve continued:

"Now it's your turn, Lao Fu. You say you didn't know, but you knew I had a grudge against Zheng Chao, yet you still asked me to do things for him. What were you up to? How would I know!"

"Since you call me brother, I won't say I'm not giving you a chance. How can you prove that this has nothing to do with you?"

He pressed the muzzle of the gun against the back of Fu Guosheng's head and pressed it down:
"Now, it's your turn to give me an explanation."

Fu Guosheng's face was half-pressed against the table, blood and spilled soup mingling and dripping down his chin, yet his speech quickened considerably:
“Brother Tianlong, listen to me. I’m letting you get involved in Zheng Chao’s business not so he can deal with you, quite the opposite! It’s because I don’t trust him. You’re one of my men, and with you here, he won’t dare to go too far.”

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

Fu Guosheng took a breath, lowering his voice further, but with an added layer of sincerity:

"To be honest, I suspect that the assassination attempt on me in the cell was orchestrated by Zheng Chao. That's why I killed that bald guy in front of everyone that day, to make an example of him."

"Brother, you have to believe me. I've already prepared the money and goods for you, planning to send you to Southeast Asia as soon as the typhoon stops. Your sister-in-law and Xiao Tao can testify to this. If you don't believe me, ask them!"

Shen Jiawen, standing on the other side of the dining table, quickly replied upon hearing Fu Guosheng's words:
"Brother Tianlong, what Lao Fu said is true."

Seeing that Hua Shier did not interrupt immediately, Fu Guosheng added another sentence:
"If you don't believe your sister-in-law, call Xiao Tao right now and ask him if I'm planning to send you to Southeast Asia!"

Hua Shier paused for two seconds, then said:
"Row."

He took out his phone with his left hand, dialed Jiao Tao's number, and warned him:
"If any of you dare to remind him while I'm on the phone, don't blame me for being ruthless as his brother."

Fu Guosheng, panting heavily, said, "Go ahead and hit me, I won't make a sound."

Hua Shier pressed the dial button, put the phone on speakerphone, and kept the gun barrel on the back of Fu Guosheng's head.

The busy tone only lasted two rings before the call was connected.

His tone switched seamlessly the moment the call connected, becoming languid and casual, as if nothing had happened:

"Xiao Tao, where are you?"

Jiao Tao's voice leaked from the receiver on the other end of the phone, faintly audible in the quiet restaurant:

"I'm at my girlfriend's house. What's wrong, Tianlong? Is something the matter?"

Hua Shier lowered his voice slightly, adding a touch of deliberate intimacy to his tone:

"Xiao Tao, you said that Lao Fu would assign me some work after the typhoon passes. So tell me, what exactly are Lao Fu's plans? I'm a little unsure."

Jiao Tao chuckled on the other end:
"How can I talk about this? Why don't you just ask Lao Fu? Lao Fu values ​​you a lot, so don't worry."

Hua Shier chuckled, his familiar roguishness intensifying:

"We're brothers in the same cell, why don't you just give me a heads-up? Don't worry, once I make my fortune, I'll never forget you. I'll arrange everything for you, from full-on massages to saunas and spas."

Jiao Tao chuckled twice on the other end of the line: "Actually, it's no big deal to tell you, but you have to promise me you won't tell Lao Fu that I told you."

"Of course, am I that kind of person?"

Jiao Tao lowered his voice even further:
"Old Fu has already prepared a shipment of goods for you, plus two million in cash. The ship is all arranged; we're just waiting for the typhoon to pass before sending you out. Are you relieved now?"

Hua Shier raised the corner of his mouth slightly:
"Alright, I feel relieved to hear that. Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore. The signal is bad in a storm, so I don't want you to get struck by lightning."

He hung up the phone, put the pistol away, and then, as if nothing had happened, helped Fu Guosheng up and said affectionately:
"Look at the mess this has made. It's all that bastard Zheng Chao's fault for ruining our brotherhood. He deserves to die."

"Brother, you really went all out."

Fu Guosheng sat up straight, covering his nose, and couldn't help but complain. He was a little better when he was pressed down, but now that he got up, his nose started bleeding, and the blood dripped down between his fingers.

Shen Jiawen rushed over, bent down close to Fu Guosheng's face, her voice full of heartache:

"Honey, are you alright? Let me see!"

Fu Guosheng let go, and Shen Jiawen exclaimed, "Your nose is crooked! Honey, let's go to the hospital!"

Hua Shier spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"Don't worry, it's just a broken nose. Sister-in-law, go get two chopsticks."

Shen Jiawen paused for a moment, then turned around and ran to the kitchen to get two clean bamboo chopsticks.

Hua Shier took the chopsticks, had Fu Guosheng tilt his head back, and inserted the two chopsticks into his two nostrils respectively. With a gentle snap, the broken nasal bone was put back in place.

Fu Guosheng groaned, feeling a sharp, tingling sensation, and tears streamed down his face. Hua Shier casually pressed a few acupoints on both sides of his nose, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

"It's nothing serious. Take some painkillers or tranquilizers, and you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Fu Guosheng touched his nose and found that the bleeding had stopped and the pain had lessened considerably.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, led Hua Shier to sit on the sofa, leaned against the opposite side, took out a cigar from the cigar box under the coffee table and handed it to him, then lit one for himself.

"Brother Tianlong"

Fu Guosheng took a puff, shook his head with a wry smile:

"I'm scared of you, brother. From now on, just tell me what you're thinking. I really can't take it if you do this again."

Hua Shier smiled awkwardly, put the cigar in his mouth, and didn't respond to the question.

As the two were puffing on their cigarettes, Fu Guosheng suddenly straightened his expression and asked:
"You killed Zheng Chaozhen?"

"Of course it's true! That bastard tried to kill me, why wouldn't I kill him and wait until the New Year?"

Hua Shier exhaled a puff of smoke: "I've packed all his men into boxes and am looking for a place to bury them all!"

Actually, that van was parked outside the residential area.

Hua Shier originally intended to use them to scare Fu Guosheng, but now that he had figured out Fu Guosheng's next move, he changed his mind and planned to hand these people over to Xu Pingqiu. This would also be considered as taking down a criminal gang, and that would be a great achievement.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Hua Shier stood up, a cigar in his mouth, and said, "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, Lao Fu, you should get some rest. I'll head back now."

Fu Guosheng rubbed his still slightly sore forehead and quickly waved his hand:

“Brother Tianlong, it’s so windy and rainy outside, why are you still leaving? Let your sister-in-law prepare a guest room for you. Stay here tonight. I have something to discuss with you.”

Shen Jiawen also stood up, smiling and trying to persuade him to stay. She didn't seem bothered at all that Hua Shier had affected their candlelight dinner, and was very enthusiastic.

When Hua Shier heard that Fu Guosheng had something to talk to him about, he readily agreed.

Fu Guosheng leaned back on the sofa, his nose still throbbing slightly. Before getting down to business, he sighed:

"I originally had eight lines under my command, but Lao Liu and Lao Wu were taken down by you, and Zheng Chao is gone now. I'm a bit short-handed!"

He raised his eyes, his tone now carrying a more earnest, consultative tone:

“Brother Tianlong, I know you don’t want to cause trouble in China. But I really don’t have anyone else to rely on. How about we put the Southeast Asian project on hold for now? You can help me get Zheng Chao’s line up, and that would be a favor to me.”

Hua Shier remained silent for a moment, as if he was truly weighing some difficult matter.

After a long pause, he clicked his tongue and gave a look that said, "I really can't do anything with you."

"Alright, it's only because it's you, Lao Fu. Nobody else would do it. After all, as Lu Xun said, 'We shouldn't mess with each other.' If it weren't for this misunderstanding that hurt you so badly, I would never have touched this kind of thing in China!"

When Fu Guosheng heard him bring up Lu Xun again, he couldn't help but want to laugh. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a sharp pain shot through his nose, making him gasp for breath.

Seeing this, Shen Jiawen quickly got up and went to the inner room, and soon came out with a few pills:

"Honey, take a few painkillers!"

Fu Guosheng nodded, took it, and swallowed it with water.

After chatting for a while, Fu Guosheng seemed to have relieved his pain and relaxed. He yawned for a long time, and before he had even finished smoking a cigar, his eyelids drooped as if they were weighed down by lead.

He mumbled a couple of indistinct words, leaned his head back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became long and even before he fell asleep.

Shen Jiawen glanced at him, then turned to Hua Twelve and whispered an explanation:

"Old Fu is getting old and his energy isn't what it used to be. He's often like this now, falling asleep as soon as he wants."

She stood up and gestured for Hua Shier to lend a hand: "Brother Tianlong, please help me get him to the bedroom."

Hua Shier got up, lifted Fu Guosheng by one arm, and carried him into the bedroom, placing him on the large bed inside.

When he came out, Shen Jiawen smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at Hua Twelve, asking:

"Brother Tianlong, you haven't eaten yet, have you? There are some dumplings in the fridge. Your wife will cook some dumplings for you."

Hua Shier almost choked on his saliva. It was nighttime, during a typhoon, and Lao Fu was asleep. His sister-in-law said she was going to cook dumplings for him.

No matter how you look at it, something just doesn't feel right.
Shen Jiawen didn't wait for his reply and went to the kitchen to busy herself.

Before long, a plate of steaming dumplings was served.

Shen Jiawen also grabbed two wine glasses and poured a glass of red wine for Hua Shier and herself.

She sat down opposite Hua Shier, rested her chin on her hand, and watched him eat with a smile.

Hua Shier hadn't eaten anything all day. Although his body could survive for a hundred years without food, he was used to eating three meals a day, and he would feel uncomfortable if he missed a meal. Since there was food to eat, why should he be polite?

He picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, took a bite, and surprisingly, it tasted pretty good.

Shen Jiawen chatted with him casually, asking him what kind of fillings he liked, saying that she was from Northeast China and her tastes were more northern, and asked him if he could get used to them.

Hua Shier ate and dealt with the food as he went, and soon the plate of dumplings was empty, and most of the bottle of red wine was gone.

"Come on, I'll take you to the guest room to rest!"

Shen Jiawen led Hua Shier up to the second floor and pushed open the door to a guest room.

She stood at the door and turned on the light, and saw that the room was clean and tidy, spotless.

"The bedding on the ship is all new, Tianlong, you can rest here tonight."

Hua Shier walked past Shen Jiawen, entered the room, looked around, and then turned around and said:

"It's great, even better than the hotel I'm staying at. Thank you so much, sister-in-law."

As soon as he finished speaking, a warm body embraced him. Shen Jiawen held him tightly with both arms, her forehead pressed against his chest, and the warmth of her breath was very clear and stimulating.

Hua Shier was startled and said helplessly, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Don't be like this, Lao Fu is still at home."

Shen Jiawen's voice was as soft as if she were blowing air:

"I just gave him sleeping pills. He won't wake up until tomorrow morning."

As she spoke, she pushed Hua Shier with both hands, and the two of them fell directly onto the boat.

Hua Shier's expression was indescribable: "Sister-in-law, how come you are so strong? I couldn't even resist you."

Shen Jiawen was amused by him and giggled, but after she finished laughing, she suddenly fell silent.

She buried her face in Hua Shier's chest, her shoulders first trembling slightly, then her whole body began to tremble slightly, and then she began to sob softly.

The tears that came out soaked Hua Shier's clothes, which surprised Hua Shier. She was actually crying!

He coughed lightly:
"Trying to scam me, huh? A honey trap? Shouldn't Old Fu bring his men and storm in?"

Shen Jiawen bit him in anger, then began to tell a story in a low, melancholic voice, as if she were talking to herself:

“I am a girl from the countryside who was admitted to university. Fu Guosheng was my university teacher. He was very good to me. I thought he was a good person, but he took advantage of me with dirty means.”

Hua Shier didn't know if the other person was acting, but she still cooperated by squeezing out two words from her throat:

"Beast."

Shen Jiawen's voice was cold:
“You’re right, he’s a beast. I hate him. For so many years, I’ve been enduring humiliation and waiting for a chance to leave him, waiting for someone stronger than him to appear.”

She stared intently at Hua Shier, her eyes reflecting the two flickering candlelight:
"Tianlong, that person is you. Your sister-in-law will give you anything. Can you do her a favor?"

She lowered her voice, the hatred in her tone almost overflowing:
"Let's join forces and take everything from Lao Fu!"

“I know his source of goods. You’re so good at fighting, even Zheng Chao is no match for you. As long as we join forces, we will definitely succeed.”

"I'm going to leave Old Fu with nothing, and then everything he owns will be yours... including mine!"

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