Chapter 210 Three Years vs. Leaks

Mumumu. A smirk played on his lips, unchanging, "Your name is Qin Mumumu"Qin Mumumu gasped, her voice trembling with excitement: "Yes, I, I, my name is Qin Mumumu. Mr. Xiao, I, I am at your service. A...Bai Yu's shock was beyond words. All he heard was his friend rambling incoherently, "If the phone hadn't fallen..." "If I hadn't moved the nightstand when picking up the phone..." Bai Yu understood. His friend had stumbled upon a long-hidden secret while moving the nightstand to retrieve the dropped phone.

"If only my phone hadn't fallen..."

"If only I hadn't picked up the phone..."

Bai YuXing clenched his fist, listening to his friend's disheartened words in his ear, one after another "if," making people restless. Shen XiuJin at this moment was like a man reaching middle age, his wife ran away with someone else, he lost his job, and his son died - that kind of utterly defeated and despondent uncle. Bai YuXing really wanted to punch him and have a good talk with him, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it!

"If...if I had discovered it earlier, things would have been different!" That man, who was always filled with negativity, despondency, fear, and the urge to hide, escape, finally voiced the deepest regret in his heart!

If, if it had been discovered earlier, wouldn't the ending have been different

Is he not being attended by his beloved wife and lovely children at this moment

Bai Yu looked at the person in front of him, a friend from many years ago. When had he last seen this person, in this form

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up, turning and striding toward the door.

Wang Guanjia was very diligent and rule-abiding, waiting outside the corridor, three or four meters away from the door. As soon as Bai Yu walked out of the room, he saw Wang Guanjia. He looked expressionless: "Follow me."

Wang Guanjia hesitated for a moment, but Bai Yu xing walked past him without stopping. Wang Guanjia didn't have time to think about anything else, he glanced in the direction of Shen Xiu jin's bedroom, gritted his teeth, and immediately turned around to follow Bai Yu xing.

"Mr. Bai, where are you going"

Wang Guanta followed Bai Yu down the stairs, but found that the person ahead had no intention of stopping. He hurriedly chased after him, but the one being pursued remained swift and silent, walking quickly to a small door.

“This……”

This is...

But seeing Bai Yu's familiarity with the Shen residence, Wang Butler could only follow Bai Yu through the small door and down the stairs. The stairs wound their way downwards, leading to the basement.

Dim lighting, a staircase leading down to the basement. The basement was still warm and dimly lit by a soft yellow glow, not particularly bright, with a pervasive scent of alcohol.

Bai Yu walked straight to the last row of wine shelves without any hesitation. He picked up a bottle, then another, and another... He threw each bottle into Wang Guanjia's arms until the old man couldn't take anymore. Bai Yu then stuffed four bottles into his own pockets, remained silent for a long time, and simply turned around to leave.

Wang Guanjia was like a monk who couldn't figure out what the Buddha was thinking, he could only follow behind Bai Yuxing. The two returned to Shen Xiujin's bedroom door, Bai Yuxing kicked open the bedroom door with one foot, and threw the wine bottle in his arms onto the bed. His movements were very rude, not caring at all whether this tens of thousands of yuan worth of liquor would be damaged.

Wang Butler, put it down and leave.

"Mr. Bai, sir has already..."

"Put down the wine and get out. If anything happens, I'm responsible. He dies, I bury him." Bai Yu cast a withering glance, his eyes as cold as ice. Wang Guanjia gritted his teeth, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. The only person he was responsible for was Shen Xiujin. Even though Bai Yu was a prominent figure, to make such a promise gave him no reassurance. There was no such rule in the Guanjia's code of conduct.

Bai Yu saw the situation and didn't say much. He reached into Wang Guanjia's arms and took out the bottle of wine, throwing it one by one onto the mattress. The bottles clinked together, making a sound that was both unsettling and nerve-wracking.

Wang Guantang wanted to say something, but Bai Yu xing pushed him out of the bedroom impatiently. Before Wang Guantang could react, "Bang!" The door slammed shut in front of Wang Guantang's face, without mercy.

In the bedroom, Bai Yu walked over with a cold face, silently picking up two bottles of whiskey from the bed. He even twisted open the caps and extended a hand, offering one to Shen Xiuqin who was slumped against the bedside: "Come on, I'll drink with you."

But the man sitting on the floor seemed oblivious, staring blankly at something in his palm.

Bai Yu walked over and stood beside the man, squinting his eyes. He kicked him lightly with his foot. "Hey, have a drink," he said.

If this were a normal situation, Bai Yu's aggressive and humiliating actions would have long earned him a beating. Don't even mention Shen Xiuqin, this domineering man; even ordinary men wouldn't tolerate being kicked by someone else... But the man sitting under the bed showed no reaction at all.

Bai Yu's heart tightened with pain!

Is this Shen Xiujin

When did the man, who once towered over others like an emperor, become like this

Sheng Xiujin, your pride, your backbone, your confidence! Where did they go The Sheng Xiujin I knew, aloof and indifferent, strong and confident, with a determined will and unyielding tenacity, where did he go That kind of Sheng Xiujin, where did he go

Who is this drunkard now

I don't know!

Get up, get up! I'll call Xi Chen to buy tickets right now. Anywhere will do. What if What if we just happen to meet in the vast sea of people

Isn't it said that fate always brings two lovers back together

"No more... No more... She'll never see me again..."

The despondent man stared at his palm, muttering to himself, “She’s gone. She ran away, even if she had to. She hates me, I know it. She hates me…” The man mumbled, unconsciously picking up the overturned wine bottle beside him, raising it, and tilting his head back to pour it into his mouth. The bottle was held high, pouring down, but no wine came out.

The man held the bottle of alcohol up with a vacant expression, frantically pouring it down: "Wine Where's the wine Why won't it come out…"

Bai Yu xing lowered his head, looking at such Shen Xiu jin, his eyes couldn't hide the pain. Alone... Alone! How could he become like this!

His gaze fell on the man's palm. Jian Tong, ah Jian Tong, you think you only left this person with a late-coming true heart and a belated truth You think you only left a letter...a letter Haha~ This is clearly a judgment of an autumn harvest execution! It's evidence of Lingchi execution! It's a thousand cuts to Shen Xiujin's heart!

Bai Yu had seen the flamboyant Shen Xiujian, the domineering Shen Xiujian, the strong Shen Xiujian, the rational Shen Xiujian. But he had never seen a Shen Xiujian who had lost everything!

A pain that tore my heart apart, not for anything else, but because I had never seen this man, who had walked through childhood, bow down to anyone in his life, lower his head… “Who… stole your pride” The answer was so clear – Jian Tong!

These two words were like a spell, bringing past events back to mind with startling clarity. The scene before me was so familiar, so eerily reminiscent of something I'd seen before.

After she was released from prison, wasn't their first meeting in that luxurious private room at Dong Huang

Wasn't that woman back then just as humble and insignificant Didn't they also marvel at how the once proud, confident and flamboyant Jian Tong had lost her backbone in those three years, begging for mercy with such humility and submissiveness

Everything before my eyes!

Does the world have reincarnation…

Shen Xiujin sentenced her to three years in prison, taking away her pride, confidence, and flamboyance.

Has she destroyed Shen Xiujin's pride and confidence in just three years of absence

Three years change every three years, but people are not the same.

Bai Yu's expression changed, as if he had a sudden realization. His eyes cleared, but how could he give up on the person right in front of him What should he do next

For example, he once deeply disliked Jian Tong because of Jian Tong's influence on Xiu. However, he was also acutely aware that Xiu had fallen head over heels for her. Therefore, he let go of his prejudice towards her and only hoped to help his friend, avoid making the same mistakes again, and make amends for the past hurt.

If Ah Xiu hadn't loved that woman so deeply, he might have tried every means to drive Jian Tong away. But since Ah Xiu was already deeply infatuated, he would help Ah Xiu keep Jian Tong... Bai Yuxing knew very well that he was selfish. He was Shen Xiujin's brother, not Jian Tong's. Bai Yuxing was selfish, and he never denied it. Everything he said and did was open and honest.

Bai Yu poured the bottle of alcohol into a glass, expressionless. He slowly tilted it... glug glug glug... The smell of liquor filled the air, transparent liquid pouring over the man sitting on the floor. "Enough Not enough There's more."

Time seemed to stand still.

The man clutched the letter in his palm, protecting it carefully as if it were his life... No! It was something even more precious than his life!

That careful manner, seeing Bai Yu Xing's heart a pang of discomfort, and hate its not tough!

"Holding onto that scrap of paper, Axiu, you have your priorities backwards," Bai Yuxiang said lightly. "Whether or not she hates you, I'm not sure. But Axiu, you always owe her an apology."

Bai Yu walked over, kicking the bottle he was holding from his hand. He bypassed Shen Xiuqin who was drunk and pulled open the door, then abruptly stopped. "Think it through yourself," he said before shutting the door.

This time, without lingering, he lifted his foot and walked out, his arms sweeping heavily... Boom!

The bedroom door, without mercy, separated heaven from earth, two worlds.

The bedroom was once again plunged into darkness, filth, and stench.

Outside the bedroom, Wang Guanjia saw Bai Yu walk out and hurried over: "How is the master"

Bai Yu xing rubbed his temples in pain: "Go with him."

"This, this... what does it mean" Couldn't the master still muster up some spirit

"There's no need to prepare three meals a day for him, just keep some hangover soup ready at all times."

"How can you not eat"

"He wants to die, can you hold him back" Bai Yuxing raised his eyebrows faintly.

Wang Guantang was silent.

"It seems you understand your master's temperament as well," Bai Yu walked sneered. "That door, if it's not opened from within, holds no meaning at all. Don't bother knocking, nor attempt to open it from the outside." The person inside, will understand for themselves and naturally come out on their own.

“I will come again tomorrow.”

……

On the other side, an anonymous exposé about a black-hearted guesthouse by Erhai Lake suddenly appeared online. The whistleblower described the situation in detail, painting the guesthouse in a very negative light. They accused it of exploiting guests for profit, taking their money but then kicking them out, and mistreating guests due to their weaker position. This short post, thanks to its provocative title, quickly caught the attention of many people.

The builders have already reached the height of skyscrapers.

But, it only sparked heated discussions in a certain forum.

But, soon the post didn't reach a hundred floors, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the previous heat seemed to vanish all at once, like a flash in the pan.

Meanwhile, in a suburban villa

The villa is a standalone building surrounded by green lawns and a golf course.

The European-style villa is magnificent yet luxurious.

On the third floor, in the study

"Boss, the post has been taken down. The tech department found the person who leaked the post. My men have interrogated the couple. Here's the recording of their conversation." A flat-headed man in a black suit, his face grim, handed a voice recorder to the man behind the desk.

Across the desk, a long hand stretched out. The index and middle fingers clamped down on the voice recorder with practiced ease, pressing the play button. A string of recorded conversation began to play.

As the recording progressed, the man lurking in the darkness narrowed his eyes. “Tick,” a faint sound, marked the end of the entire recording.

That slender hand, began to twirl the recorder in its grasp, the thin lips hidden in the darkness, faintly pulled out a playful curve.

Indeed... Could it be her

"The photo in the whistleblower's post was too blurry, should I ask him for the original"

Her thin lips moved slightly, a hint of huskiness in her voice, as she spoke in a low and slow tone.

The man in the black suit seemed prepared, reached into his pocket and rummaged around before pulling out a cell phone: "Boss, I have the pictures. The informant's phone was found, sent to my men's phones."

As he spoke, he respectfully handed it over.

It was that elongated hand again, reaching from the hand, taking over the phone. The screen had already been switched to that photo. Taking a closer look, it was undoubtedly a paparazzi shot.

Even the angle of the shot wasn't good.

Perhaps the young couple just wanted to showcase the look of that guesthouse, accidentally bringing a woman's silhouette into the shot.

Even in silhouette, it's quite blurry, perhaps a moment captured as the woman by the window was about to turn around.

When I was feeling tired from work earlier, I occasionally browsed the forum and clicked into a post. I took a casual look, and it was another boring complaint thread. Just as I was about to exit, I glanced at it unintentionally, and it made me freeze.

Although the photo exposed in the post was too blurry, the woman by the window was easily overlooked. Although it was just a side profile, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

At this moment, the photos on my phone are clearer than the ones in the post, but the shadow by the window is still not very clear.

Even so, that half profile still held a sense of familiarity.

"As I thought... is it her" The man in the darkness narrowed his eyes, staring at the photo on his phone. There was a flicker of suspicion, then, abruptly, he lifted his head: "Go to the airport, contact the staff, the LanTing No. starts its second pre-flight inspection."

The man in the suit was taken aback. The LanTing No. was the boss's private jet. At this time...

Although hesitant, he immediately went to notify each department.

Only the man remained at his desk, his face hidden in the darkness. His handsome features were illuminated by the glint of his dark eyes.

Suddenly remembering something, the slender fingers immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number. "About the post, that's it. I don't want anyone on the internet to see it anymore, I don't want it to be forwarded by anyone, and most importantly, I don't want it to be seen by people who shouldn't." The man’s voice was cold and ruthless.

After finishing the call, she hung up.

He turned and stood by the window, the curtains swaying faintly... He wanted to cut everything off at the very beginning.ed, "This wretch's death is good for both of us. Whatever happened in the past, a dead man is no longer a concern."The implication is clear as day… People die like lamps go out. When someone dies, wh...