151: Chapter 151 Zhang Shouren's Accident

"Brother Yang."

"Hm?"

"Will you... ever leave me in the future?"

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"What silly things are you saying?"

Luo Shiyun bit her lip.

"I'm just afraid..."

Wang Yang reached out and lifted her chin.

"Listen to me. I, Wang Yang, will never leave you in this lifetime."

Tears fell from Luo Shiyun's eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy.

She buried her face in his chest, clutching the corner of his shirt tightly.

"I believe you."

Wang Yang smiled and pulled her closer into his embrace.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter, shining onto the bed and onto the two of them, feeling warm.

Luo Shiyun lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, feeling as steady and secure as a ship that had reached the harbor.

Her fingers traced circles on his chest, one after another, slow and leisurely.

"Brother Yang."

"Hm?"

"What time is it?"

Wang Yang reached out to grab his phone and took a look.

"It's almost ten o'clock."

Luo Shiyun gave a hum of acknowledgment but didn't speak.

After a while, she spoke again.

"Brother Yang."

"Hm?"

"Are you hungry?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"I am. Are you?"

Luo Shiyun nodded.

"A little."

Wang Yang patted her bottom.

"Get up, I'll take you to eat."

Luo Shiyun shook her head.

"I don't want to move..."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Even if you don't want to move, you have to. We can't go hungry."

Luo Shiyun buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

"Then you carry me there..."

Wang Yang smiled, sat up, scooped her off the bed, and held her in his arms.

Luo Shiyun wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck, her ears burning red.

Wang Yang carried her into the bathroom.

Sunlight shone in through the window, landing on the two of them, feeling warm.

Luo Shiyun leaned into his embrace, the corners of her mouth curled up, her heart feeling sweet.

She didn't know why Wang Yang was suddenly so happy, but she knew that if he was happy, she was happy.

...

Yuntian City

A twenty-eight-story office building stood tall beside the main road, its glass curtain wall gleaming with a cold light under the sun.

Zhang Shouren's company occupied three full floors and was decorated impressively.

The marble wall at the front desk was polished so brightly that it could reflect one's image.

Zhang Shouren sat in his office, leaning back in his leather chair with his legs crossed.

He held a fountain pen in his hand, twirling it between his fingertips.

A smile played on his face, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes narrowed; he looked to be in an exceptionally good mood.

He hummed the tune of an old song; the sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, landing on him, feeling warm.

He thought about what happened last night.

Wang Feng was wearing that red lace nightgown, lying on the bed with her back to him.

He reached out to touch her waist, and she didn't dodge.

He kissed her neck, and she didn't dodge.

He pulled her into his arms, and she turned around to look at him.

"Come on."

His throat bobbed.

Last night, Wang Feng was much gentler than usual.

Although she was a bit tired, she still went along with him.

The corners of his mouth curled up again.

After being married for so many years, Wang Feng had rarely taken the initiative.

Last night, she had taken the initiative.

Although it was just a simple "Come on," for him, it was enough.

Zhang Shouren hummed a song, his fingers tapping gently on the tabletop, one beat after another, rhythmically.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

He had almost forgotten about the fact that his son, Zhang Mingde, was still locked up in the Public Security Station.

Anyway, Deputy Director Wang Hao had said he could solve it.

He trusted Deputy Director Wang Hao.

Deputy Director Wang Hao had been in Yuntian City for so many years, and there was nothing he couldn't get done.

Zhang Shouren picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip; the tea was freshly brewed Longjing, sweet upon entering the mouth, with a lingering aftertaste.

He leaned back against the chair, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this moment of peace.

Outside the office, employees were whispering.

"What's up with President Zhang today? Why is he in such a good mood?"

A young man in a white shirt leaned over to his colleague and lowered his voice.

"I don't know. He came in humming a song first thing in the morning and smiled at everyone he saw."

Another girl wearing glasses shook her head.

"Maybe there's some good news at home."

"Good news? Isn't his son still locked up in the Public Security Station?"

The young man in the white shirt curled his lip.

"Who knows. Maybe he got him out."

"Got him out? It shouldn't be that easy. I heard he offended someone and that there are people up top suppressing the matter."

"Shh—keep your voice down. Don't let President Zhang hear you."

The group quickly dispersed and returned to their workstations.

Just then, the elevator door opened.

A few people in dark uniforms walked out, their expressions serious and their steps synchronized.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in his forties; he wasn't tall, but his eyes were sharp, like an eagle's.

He held a bulging document bag in his hand; it was unclear what was inside.

The young woman at the front desk saw them, paused for a moment, and quickly stood up.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man didn't look at her; his gaze swept across the office and landed on the door at the end of the hallway.

"Is Zhang Shouren in?"

The young woman at the front desk nodded.

"Yes, he is. May I ask who you..."

The middle-aged man didn't answer and strode inside.

Several people followed behind him, walking quickly, their leather shoes clicking crisply on the floor.

The employees in the office looked up at the group, their faces full of confusion.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I don't know. They don't look like good people."

"Don't talk nonsense. They're wearing uniforms; they're officials."

The group whispered to each other, their eyes following the group until they saw them push open the door to Zhang Shouren's office.

The door hadn't been closed tightly and was left ajar.

Zhang Shouren was leaning back in his chair humming, and when he saw people walk in, he was stunned.

He sat up straight, the smile on his face slowly fading.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man walked up to the desk and placed the document bag on it.

He pulled a sheet of paper from it and held it up in front of Zhang Shouren.

"Zhang Shouren, you are suspected of tax evasion, commercial fraud, and bribery, involving massive sums, and there is conclusive evidence. We are from the Yuntian City Economic Investigation Brigade. Please come back with us to assist with the investigation."

Zhang Shouren's face instantly turned pale, his lips trembling, and his eyes widened.

"Y-you must be mistaken? H-how could I possibly..."

The middle-aged man looked at him, his gaze cold.

"Whether we are mistaken or not, we'll know once we go back and investigate. This is a search warrant, and this is a detention warrant. Please cooperate."

Zhang Shouren's hands were shaking, and sweat from his forehead was streaming down his cheeks.

His mind was a blank slate, like water stirred by a stick, and he couldn't think clearly about anything.

He thought about all the things he had done over the years.

Tax evasion, bribing officials, tampering with projects.

He thought he had done it seamlessly and that no one would know.

Now, they had come to his door.

His legs went weak, and he slumped against the back of his chair, his hands gripping the desk, his knuckles turning white.

"I... can I make a phone call?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"No. Please cooperate."