Night Rose

"Okay, then he's not home." Zhou Zheng hung up the phone, cracked his knuckles as he flexed them.

The gate to the Zhou family villa was tightly closed. He walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

After a melodious ringing of the bell, the maid came to open the door. Upon seeing who was outside, she was terrified and took a big step back, pulling the door shut behind her.

"Bang!"

A hand rested on the door and slowly pulled it open.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm Zhou Ruian's son too," Zhou Zheng said with a gloomy face.

The maid looked terrible. Of course she recognized the young master. She was there when Zhou Zheng smashed Zhou Chengzhuo's head with that wine bottle and witnessed that horrifying scene.

Zhou Zheng left after he finished beating Zhou Chengzhuo. Zhou Ruian did not express his opinion, but simply asked the family doctor to come and see how badly Zhou Chengzhuo had been beaten.

While crying and recounting Zhou Zheng's brutal treatment of her younger brother, Liao Yun held her son and begged Zhou Ruian to call the police.

Zhou Ruian wiped the blood splattered on the back of his hand, his attitude very impatient, and said casually, "That's enough, he's my son too."

With just a few simple words, Liao Yun's last hope was extinguished.

The once dignified lady slumped to the ground, cradling her son's head in a daze and sobbing softly, not daring to raise her voice for fear of disturbing Zhou Ruian.

No one knew what she was thinking at the time. The servants stood aside, too afraid to move or look up at the horrific scene.

"Young...Young Master, Madam is at home taking care of the Second Young Master. She instructed that no one is allowed to come in." The maid stammered as she relayed the message, afraid that the young master would be displeased and have her head slapped.

"Are you going to move aside, or should I ask you to move aside?" Zhou Zheng asked.

While seemingly offering a choice, every sentence was actually a threat.

The maid dared not say a word. Her life was her own, and she didn't want to risk her life for Liao Yun's sake. She quickly hid in the kitchen.

Zhou Zheng searched for something useful in the hall, and after picking and choosing, he finally found what he wanted in a corner.

A new golf club.

He had similar toys when he was a child, and he knows their weight, power, and how to use them "correctly".

The servants, who had originally intended to step forward to stop him, all fled when they saw Zhou Zheng holding a golf club, no longer daring to approach.

Zhou Zheng, carrying his golf club, stepped into the elevator. He looked at the buttons with some worry, then glanced up and saw a servant peeking at him from behind a pillar.

"Which floor?" Zhou Zheng asked, pointing at him from afar while holding a golf club in one hand.

The maid pulled her head back halfway and said tremblingly, "Third floor."

"Thank you." Zhou Zheng pressed the floor button and disappeared behind the elevator doors.

"Call the police immediately!"

"Why call the police? That's the young master! We should have spoken to President Zhou first. If President Zhou finds out we didn't follow the rules and called the police, he'll definitely fine us!"

"It should be nothing serious, right? He wouldn't be here to kill someone, would he...?"

"Is Madam upstairs? Quickly, call her..."

We've arrived at the third floor.

Zhou Zheng stepped out of the elevator, glanced around, and walked toward his familiar room.

That was his childhood room, the best room on the entire third floor. The room was decorated according to his taste, and anything he liked would appear in his room the next day.

Besides the vest that belonged to him, his mother spent a month knitting a vest for him and embroidering his favorite pony motif on it.

The vest had been kept by Zhou Zheng all along, and it still lay deep in his wardrobe, unknown to anyone.

His mother's room had been occupied by someone else; the door was slightly ajar, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out.

Liao Yun liked to burn incense and pray to Buddha, so her room reeked of that scent, smelling of hypocrisy. She was clearly someone who interfered in other people's marriages, yet she pretended to be virtuous.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chengzhuo brazenly moved into Zhou Zheng's house, his room door wide open. The mother and son were two peas in a pod, occupying someone else's property and completely altering the room.

Zhou Zheng had long known that this was no longer his home, but he still couldn't help feeling angry.

Through the door, Zhou Zheng peeked inside and saw Zhou Chengzhuo lying on the bed resting, with gauze wrapped around his forehead and one eye so swollen that he could only close it.

Just as he was about to go in, he heard Zhou Chengzhuo talking on the phone with the hands-free mode on.

"You transferred the money?! Didn't you say that as long as I listened to you, delivered the message, and rammed him off the track, that would be the end of it?" He Zhangxing roared from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Chengzhuo's attitude was extremely bad. He often did this kind of thing, playing tricks on those who like to take advantage of others, and he didn't think it was a problem at all.

His father is Zhou Ruian, who would dare to cause trouble? At most, they would complain to Zhou Ruian, and when Zhou Ruian came back, he would symbolically scold him. Liao Yun would usually protect him when Zhou Ruian opened his mouth. From childhood to adulthood, he had hardly ever suffered a loss.

After the car accident, he lost his fertility, which was like losing his right to compete. His father actually wanted to bring back the son he didn't want, which triggered Zhou Chengzhuo's anger.

We finally managed to drive away that dead man's son, and now Zhou Zheng wants to come back? Are you kidding me?

Zhou Chengzhuo spoke with utter malice and was completely impolite.

"This is the bad thing you did, what does it have to do with me? You're as stupid as a pig, you believe whatever others say. So, I'll ask you to run over Zhou Zheng and kill him, will you go? If you go, I'll give you another five million."

"Aren't you afraid I'll use the recording to report you?!"

"Go ahead, where are you planning to report me? Need my help? If you ask me, your dad's job really needs a change; he's been sitting on it too comfortably. The money he embezzled back then should be enough to put him in jail for life, hahahahaha!"

"Who are you?!"

"You don't even know who I am, so what are you barking about? I'm someone you'll never reach in this lifetime, understand? Shut your mouth obediently. If anyone finds out about this, you and your dad will be eating government food in jail!"

Zhou Chengzhuo slammed down the phone, probably thinking He Zhangxing was too stupid, and then burst into laughter. As he laughed, his head started to throb, and he covered his head, hissed, and cursed fiercely.

"Mother--"

The sound stopped abruptly, and he saw an unexpected person standing in the doorway. Cold sweat instantly poured down his body!

"Zhou... Zhou Zheng?!" Zhou Chengzhuo exclaimed, his voice almost cracking.

He tried to shrink back, pressing his entire back against the wall, but he still couldn't stop trembling. The pain in his head returned, as if the blow to his head had happened just yesterday.

"Don't come any closer!"