allonlinenovel Chapter 1195 Xingyu Wish: Sorry for that child
Chapter 1195 Xingyu Wish: Sorry for that child
On the chessboard, the black and white pieces are like two elite armies, intertwined and tightly entangled with each other. The situation is as tense as a bowstring stretched to its limit. Every move seems to trigger a storm that is ready to explode.
From the moment Gu Yunqian sat down to start the game, his brows were tightly furrowed, with a deep depression between his brows, twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (river) that seemed to be able to hold back his sorrow. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, meandering down along the hair at his temples and soaking his collar.
His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, staring at the black and white chessboard, as if all the energy in his body was being drained away by the tense situation. He looked decadent, exhausted and stupefied. The confidence and coolness in his past when he was decisive and maneuvering in the business world was gone.
Gu Mingcheng, on the other hand, seemed like a hermit who was isolated from the world, or a commander-in-chief sitting in the central military tent, with a calm and composed look.
His slender, bony fingers held a white piece gently, as if picking up a flower, and he rubbed and played with it leisurely back and forth between his fingertips. Every subtle movement revealed a kind of nonchalant calmness, which formed a sharp contrast with his son's anxiety and tension, as if the two were not playing in the same chess game.
In fact, behind the seemingly devoted game between the father and son, each of them has a clear mind like a mirror.
They both knew that the fight between the black and white pieces on the chessboard was just a superficial appearance. What really made the two of them secretly compete and worry about was the complicated and tangled affair between Lao Mo and Xiao Mo.
Gu Yunqian's mood at this moment was like an overturned jar of mixed flavors. All kinds of tastes rushed into his heart at once, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, making his heart a mess.
Ever since the affair between Lao Mo and Xiao Mo was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing layers of huge waves and gradually fermenting, father Gu Mingcheng was like a peerless master who had been dormant for a long time and suddenly emerged. He performed a series of operations smoothly and without leaving any trace, and firmly controlled the originally chaotic and out-of-control situation in his palms.
This sudden change made Gu Yunqian feel as if he was being undermined by an invisible force. He instantly lost his former decisiveness and method of doing things. It was as if he was in a vast fog, trapped in a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration, as if everything was out of his control.
His thoughts seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and involuntarily drifted back to that unforgettable day.
The scene in my memory is so clear at this moment that it seems as if it is happening right before my eyes, every detail is vivid.
At that time, he had overcome all the obstacles and, relying on his wisdom and courage, had already grasped the situation just right. All he needed was the finishing touch. As long as he was more decisive and resolute, he could personally slay that evil demon in human skin, and let all the grudges, conspiracies and calculations disappear like bubbles at that moment, putting a decisive end to it.
But fate was like a naughty boy who loved to play jokes. At this critical moment, it played an almost cruel joke on him.
At that critical moment, when life and death were at stake, Lin Junze suddenly appeared in front of him like a god descending from the sky, and without saying a word, he snatched the key person away from him.
Not only that, but he also brought his father's unquestionable message: "Your father asked me to tell you that he will handle this matter himself next. If you have time, spend more time with Su Xingya!"
From that day on, Gu Mingcheng completely took over this extremely difficult and hot potato matter, and transformed himself into a trader who was hidden behind the scenes and in control of the overall situation, starting a dazzling and "exquisite" layout.
Gu Yunqian watched helplessly as his father methodically arranged for people to take over the black clinic, disguised as loan sharks and bullies, and took every step carefully, unraveling the secrets hidden deep in the darkness bit by bit;
Then, he spared no effort to help Xiao Yuner embark on a journey to find her relatives, which seemed to have little hope but actually held a turning point. He used his connections and resources to make the faint hope, like a candle in the wind, gradually become clear and within reach.
Later, as if with tacit approval, he allowed the people in the prison to beat Xiao Mo, severely injuring him and leaving him on the verge of death. However, at the most appropriate time, he facilitated the dramatic recognition between him and Xiao Yuner. In this way, he naturally portrayed Xiao Mo as Wei Jingtao's son, staging a wonderful show of transplanting flowers and trees and using a substitute as a substitute.
The more Gu Yunqian thought about it, the more suffocated he became. His chest seemed to be filled with resentment, and his heart was filled with resentment, anger, and deep doubts.
In his eyes, Xiao Mo was clearly highly suspected of being charged with espionage. If he could follow the clues, dig deeper and eradicate the complicated forces behind him, he would be able to solve the problem once and for all and eliminate future troubles.
But now, his father seemed to have done it on purpose, trying to divert Xiao Mo's charges to the relatively lighter crime of fraud. This move really left him puzzled.
Why? Why do you do this?
Gu Yunqian could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart. His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at Gu Mingcheng. The resentment in his eyes was even stronger than when Song Yuanzhe looked at Gu Mingcheng that day.
He really didn't understand why his father didn't choose to cut the weeds and completely eliminate the hidden dangers at this critical moment, but instead seemed to be setting up a more complicated and profound situation.
Gu Mingcheng looked at his son who was so emotional and like a trapped beast, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
He could feel the grievance and unwillingness in his son's heart, but at this moment, apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest, showing some ripples in his heart, he could not give a complete answer that would satisfy Gu Yunqian.
Eliminate the root of the problem? Who wouldn't want to?
Gu Mingcheng pondered secretly, and a barely perceptible solemnity flashed in his eyes.
But right now, beneath the surface of things, undercurrents are surging, and many secrets have not yet surfaced. How dare he, how could he easily do something extreme?
One wrong step will lead to more wrong steps. If you are not careful, it may trigger a bigger crisis and drag the entire Gu family into an abyss of no return.
This game of chess is far from over...
Gu Mingcheng looked at his son who was lost in thought, and his thoughts drifted away involuntarily, back to the chaotic years many years ago.
At that time, the conflict between Song Yuanzhe and Xiao Yuner had already intensified to the extreme. The two of them quarreled fiercely and lost face.
Xiao Yun'er turned love into hate. In order to avenge Song Yuanzhe's indifference, she did not hesitate to vent her resentment in a self-destructive way, and personally pushed the rest of her life into an abyss of no return.
Now, with the passage of time, both Song Yuanzhe and he have to pay for their impulsiveness and confusion in their youth, and bear the condemnation of their conscience and the punishment of life.
And that innocent child is the victim of this tragedy.
He should have grown up healthily under the love of his parents and had a carefree childhood, but because of the grudges and entanglements of the adults, he was forced into the vortex of fate, displaced, and there was no news of him for many years!