Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Destruction

did not return to the Cheng family.

Shen Zhi used the same old trick to lock him in the house, but this time the method was more clever - Feng Ran used physical means to forcefully break out of the door, and was greeted by a group of strong and powerful bodyguards who surrounded him silently.

He looked back, thinking that Shen Zhi would show a triumphant expression, but no, he cast a cautious and worried look.

"Are you okay... does your hand hurt?"

When bandaging, Feng Ran pulled out his wrist with force to avoid any contact with the skin, and used his teeth to assist, wrapping the gauze in circles, and deliberately magnifying the movements to vent his dissatisfaction. Shen Zhi ignored all this, watching his right hand slowly wrapped into a pig's hoof, and remained silent.

Feng Ran said: "Let's talk." Shen

Zhi was silent.

"What exactly do you want to do... what do you need?" Feng Ran tried his best to soften his tone.

"I want to be with you every moment."

"Together, and then what?"

"I want you to love me, like before."

"Do you consider my feelings?"

"I'm sorry, but I..." Chen Zhi whispered soothingly, "As long as you are fine, everything will be over as soon as possible. I promise."

"Fine?" Feng Ran raised his voice and slapped the coffee table with his other intact hand, with two loud bangs, "How can I be fine when you treat me like this? Chen Zhi, I really don't understand you more and more. What do you see in me? Can't I change? Can you forgive me?"

"No, Feng Ran, I really can't leave you."

Chen Zhi's eyes were moving, as if he was the one trapped. Feng Ran was annoyed but shamefully felt a trace of pity, which made him even more annoyed. He turned his head and said, "Stop talking nonsense and give me your phone."

"I've contacted your friends and Feng Qing for you. Don't worry. Just stay here. Nothing will happen. As long as you're fine, I won't hurt you."

Feng Ran grabbed his collar, trying to find the same ripples as before in his familiar eyes, but there was clearly only endless earnestness and sorrow.

Feng Ran said coldly: "You want me to love you, right?"

"Yes."

"To be honest, I was just lonely at the time, and I happened to meet you, so I wasted too much time with you. Love? You think too much, that's all the routines I've played hundreds of times, and I can pretend. Now I'm tired of it, whether it's you or this kind of emotional model. You want to find someone to love you, you can, but that person is not me." Chen

Zhi looked at him straight, his eyes sour: "What do you mean?"

"It means that I have never loved you. While I still have some patience with you now, be normal for me. Give me my phone."

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not! Give me your phone."

Shen Zhi refused.

Feng Ran never thought that he would be obstructed from looking at his phone like this. After being rejected for the fifth time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the water cup handed to him by Shen Zhi on the ground. Shen Zhi didn't even look at him, silently picked up the broken glass and wiped off the water stains.

"Don't be shameless, Shen Zhi." Feng Ran said, looking at his back.

During the time when Shen Zhi didn't say a word, Feng Ran started to tear the house apart.

Since he couldn't find scissors, kitchen knives and other sharp objects, he used sharpened pencils, paper cutters, porcelain bowl fragments and even rolling pins to become handy tools.

The leather sofa was torn into pieces, and cotton wool was flying in the air. The wall paint was peeling, the wall tiles were damaged, and the stone dust was like a mist of powder. The cracks on the glass exploded like a spider web, the screws of the door cabinets were removed one by one, and the home appliances were smashed to pieces. The dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, and the violence continued. In the end, there was no intact place in the house, which was incomparable to the typhoon passing through and the bandit raids.

He went crazy, and Shen Zhi didn't stop him, just watched from the side. Sometimes the bodyguards came when they heard the noise, and stopped to watch with Shen Zhi, never interfering.

Like a tireless damage machine, he would act as soon as he opened his eyes, sleep for a while when he was sleepy, and eat a few bites when he was hungry, and he would never leave his weapons. He was full of energy, thinking about the next demolition plan non-stop. He was not so passionate even when he was paying off his debts.

The bodyguard who was always taciturn asked Shen Zhi if he was born in the Year of the Dog.

They didn't talk much during this period. Occasionally, Shen Zhi asked him if he was tired. Although he could hear that it was a heartfelt concern, he always sneered in response.

Finally, he stood at the door of the studio swinging a rolling pin, and Shen Zhi blocked him.

Shen Zhi said, "Let's talk."

Knowing this man's character, Feng Ran shook his head and refused: "There's nothing to talk about, get out of the way."

"If you destroy this place, this store will really be finished. Without wages, you won't be able to pay for the renovation."

Feng Ran grinned: "It's none of my business."

"It's been a few days, and you're still not angry?"

"I'm not angry at all, get out of the way."

Shen Zhi gave in: "Don't be like this, it's all my fault, just give me two punches, just let this place go."

"Give me your phone, open the door, and I'll let it go." Shen

Zhi shook his head slowly and firmly. The moment the rolling pin fell, he quickly dodged and used his arm to bear the blow. The three-finger-thick wooden stick broke in the middle. Feng Ran let go and took a half step back: "You are crazy!" Shen Zhi's face

was pale, and he frowned and moved his wrist, saying: "I'm fine, can we go downstairs and talk?"

Feng Ran lowered his head to confirm whether he was really okay. Shen Zhi suddenly approached, clasped his palm on his shoulder, and pressed his back against the wall. The force and angle were just right, and the humeral head was violently squeezed out of its normal position, like a fruit pit being separated from the flesh. With a muffled sound, a tearing sensation ran through his body. The severe pain meandered down, and Shen Zhi hit his knee with a knee strike. He lost his balance and half-knelt on the ground with gritted teeth.

Everything happened in a flash, and the technique was absolutely elegant, crisp, and skilled. He didn't even have time to be scared. The entire left arm could not move, hanging at the side of the body at a strange angle, and the shoulder peak was sunken - Shen Zhi had torn off one of his arms.

He didn't remember if he shouted or shed tears instinctively, probably not. In the dimming vision, Shen Zhi stared at him closely, and he was briefly lost. For a few seconds, he almost forgot the pain.

The eyes that he had been crazy about all night were still so captivating at this moment. They were trapped in a shadow, looking down at him, and some unpredictable emotions kept swimming, gnawing at the last light. It

is easy to destroy, but difficult to correct. Shen Zhi contacted the construction team, and a long ladder was set up with a bang. Tiles and cement were piled up at the door.

When Shen Yuan came, the group was busy and exhausted, combining structural mechanics and interior design to study whether it was necessary to knock down a load-bearing wall. Shen Zhi brewed a large pot of Pu'er, and the aroma drifted outside the courtyard.

"What are you doing? It's so lively?" Shen Yuan ran in curiously, pointing and gesticulating everywhere, and finally found Shen Zhi in the kitchen following the scent of tea.

"Renovation."

"Why do you suddenly think of renovation? Wasn't the previous one good?" He looked around, but got no response. The electric drill buzzed, and he raised his voice and asked, "Where is that person?"

"Upstairs." Shen Zhi put a cup of tea in front of him, "What do you have to do?"

Shen Yuan held up a file bag: "It's not an important matter, but I haven't heard from him. There is a document for him to sign."

Careless, Feng Ran's phone... was busy with other things yesterday and hadn't been charged. Shen Zhi glanced at him and said, "It's not important, just find someone else."

"But this has always been his responsibility, the others..." Shen Yuan noticed Shen Zhi's expression, suddenly understood, raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'll leave now." Shen

Zhi sent him out of the yard, and the bodyguards immediately surrounded him with alert eyes.

"Just a few words." He looked at Shen Yuan, "You can see that I'm busy lately. The inheritance issue has caused a lot of uproar." Looking at the stunned Shen Yuan, he didn't know what expression to show, and laughed at himself, "He made a profit from me, and I made a profit from him... So like when I was a kid, I was locked up in a small dark room."

"Locked up in a small dark room? You don't mean this small villa, do you?"

"It's similar." Shen Zhi looked around at the bodyguards, "But this time I'm not alone."

Shen Yuan looked up, "What's wrong with him? Why is he hiding upstairs?"

"You have a lot of questions today."

"Look at you. I care about you. What if you lose your limbs and you can't call the emergency number, and I have to find someone to help you?" Shen Yuan whispered in his ear, "Brother, why don't you leave? I know these people can't stop you." Shen

Zhi pushed him away calmly, "The water in the house is boiling, you should leave."

Many years ago, someone said the same thing. That person can be called the first teacher, or coach, in his life. That was the first person who didn't turn a blind eye to his predicament.

The man was a third-degree black belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and a certified IBJJF coach. In his nearly twenty years of training experience, he had won three Pan American Championships and two World Jiu-Jitsu Championships. At that time, his father's company was on the rise and the sun was shining. It cost a lot to hire such a person as Shen Zhi's bodyguard.

"Why don't you leave?" He asked Shen Zhi after a training session. "Anyway, you have the ability to make money and you are almost an adult. You want to leave, can he really trap you?"

Shen Zhi had basically mastered the tactical skills of Jiu-Jitsu. He practiced three times a week, and his opponent was the man. The man once said that he was the most ruthless student under his tutelage.

"I won't leave." He said, "I have something I can't figure out."

"Children should not interfere in the affairs of the older generation."

"Outsiders should not interfere in family affairs."

The man smiled and stood up to change his clothes.

"Okay, I'm an outsider, I won't interfere." He said, "You haven't paid me the tuition this month."

Shen Zhi has been short of money for a while. His father didn't give him living expenses, and the meager income from drawing illustrations was only enough for him to eat in the cafeteria. If he paid extra tuition, it would mean he would have no food for a month.

Shen Zhi hesitated and said, "I'll give it to you next month, okay?"

"No money? Ask your dad for it."

If his father knew that he was learning these "messy things", he might kill him.

Shen Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely give it to you next month."

The man looked at him with interest for a while, and Shen Zhi realized that he didn't want tuition.

He raised his head to meet his gaze.

The man said, "I'm leaving next month."

"Where are you going?"

"France, or Italy." He smiled, "To be a coach. My contract with your father is up, and someone else will be your bodyguard."

"Did they offer you a high salary?"

"Not really. My sister remarried... I never figured out where. The letter from Italy said that her second husband had passed away, she was in poor health, and I had to go take care of her. But the home address was written in France. She is eighteen years older than me, so she is half my mother."

"Is that so." Shen Zhi lowered his eyes, "Why are you telling me so much?"

"You've grown up," the man said, "you're not the little ghost who wants to fight ghosts. It's been six years since you came to me."

"...Why are you saying these useless things?"

"The art college there seems to be good. It's called something like London." The man carried his bag and walked towards the entrance, "See you someday. I'll send you chocolates."

Shen Zhi watched his back disappear at the end of the sunset, just like at this moment, watching Shen Yuan leave with his head turned back every few steps.

In the blink of an eye, he was already twenty-three. He did not receive the chocolate sent by that person, nor did he pay back the tuition that he had paid on credit for seven years.

The bread in the newly bought oven had just come out of the oven. After being brushed with egg liquid, it was golden and attractive. Shen Zhi cut it into pieces and distributed it to the masters, and took another uncut one upstairs.

The person in the studio was half-fixed on the bed by the restraints, and glucose dripped drop by drop, flowing into the body from the transparent catheter.

The rich aroma of the dessert seemed to make his eyelids move. Shen Zhi put down the tray and said, "Eat some bread? It's just made. You can't really rely on an IV drip to survive."

The person on the bed finally opened his eyes and said, "Get out of here."

"I'll stay with you for a while."

Endless resentful curses and swear words overflowed from Feng Ran's mouth. For the first time in so many years, Shen Zhi saw the charm of word arrangement and combination. Every word was ordinary, with the following three roads as the center of the circle and the closeness of blood relationship as the radius. Through amazing imagination, it created and modified, and combined into a long and difficult sentence, like some kind of ancient recitation, bursting out in a rhythmic manner.

But when Feng Ran said this, it was almost non-aggressive to Shen Zhi. He waited for Feng Ran to finish speaking and took a breath, then suggested, "Eat something? You haven't eaten for three days."

Feng Ran glared at him fiercely and turned his head away. Shen Zhi slowly loosened his clenched fist and stroked the deep marks on his palm.

"Whatever you do, don't hurt yourself."

Not long after, the studio door was knocked. After getting permission, the dining cart was pushed in, with several home-cooked dishes steaming hot and very tempting.

"All your favorites." Shen Zhi pushed towards him.

Feng Ran couldn't resist the temptation after all. After struggling for several times, he reluctantly took the chopsticks and ate them all up like a cloud.

At last, Shen Zhi asked with a smile, "How is it, are you full?"

After all, Feng Ran was soft-hearted, so he nodded, "I'm going to the bathroom, untie me."

When he got out of bed as he wished, Shen Zhi supported his body, and he tilted over. Shen Zhi was unstable under the force, and staggered to the side, barely standing firm.

Feng Ran said confidently: "Aren't you very strong? Why are you pretending to be with me?"

The distance from the bedroom to the bathroom has never been so far. Feng Ran pressed on Shen Zhi like a bone. Shen Zhi couldn't help but remind him: "It's just a dislocated shoulder. Is your leg okay?"

"Who kicked my leg so hard that it's all bruised? Don't tell me there's a ghost in this room."

Shen Zhi squatted down to untie his belt for him, but it was not enough. Feng Ran kept humming and hid his good hand behind his back, refusing to take it out. It's

too much. Shen Zhi couldn't help but slap him, and a clear slap mark appeared on his leg. Feng Ran immediately responded. Shen Zhi looked down at the shoe prints on his pants and said, "Are you going to get in?"

"What do you think?" Feng Ran hooked his finger, "Help me."

"..."

After finishing, Feng Ran wanted to take a shower again. Shen Zhi wanted to go downstairs to supervise for a while, but Feng Ran yelled and made a fuss, so he had to give up.

After taking a bath, he was exhausted. Feng Ran specifically asked him to take a bath in the master bathroom. He warned him not to get it dirty, but he splashed water everywhere. He refused to move on the pretext of being injured, and repeatedly teased others. The hands touched him skillfully, intentionally or unintentionally. Shen Zhi felt a surge of evil fire running through his body. He wanted to pull off his clothes to cover up his embarrassment, but a showerhead was thrown over and the bubbles were all over him.

Feng Ran's eyes swept over his erect lower body and said, "You'd better bear it."

His clothes were almost soaked from head to toe, sticking to his body and feeling uncomfortable. His hair was also wet. Shen Zhi simply took off his long sleeves, wiped his hair twice and threw it aside. He came over with his strong upper body naked and said, "What's wrong? What are you afraid of?"

Feng Ran smiled and said, "If you dare to touch me, I dare to shout. Don't mention your aunts, uncles, uncles, and uncles. Believe it or not, I can shout your father down from the hospital bed." Shen Zhi

stroked the curve of his mouth and suddenly wanted to make these things come true. If everyone knew about their relationship, knew that Feng Ran was his, and only his, he couldn't imagine how satisfied he would be.

So at the moment he lost his mind, he said: "Okay, let's come out."