C886 Lover's Tear
C886 Lover's Tear
However, Old Master Yue had just passed away and he had a lot of work to do. Yue Zitong needed to get familiar with him and deal with him in the shortest time possible.
That day, after he called Lee Nanfang and told him that the old man had passed away, he didn't contact him again.
He had also temporarily forgotten about him.
Something happened to Lee Nanfang.
Otherwise, Uncle Liu wouldn't have mentioned him to me at this time with such a hesitant tone.
Yue Zitong bit her lips, not realizing that the veins on the back of her hand, which was holding the microphone, were bulging.
Upon seeing this, Qi Yue silently took a step towards her.
Qi Yue's appearance was very ordinary, her figure was a "fish shape" that men did not like, and she wore very neutral, always dark colored sportswear, a domestic brand, she could buy a set from head to toe if she spent three to five hundred dollars in a specialty store.
Strictly speaking, this girl who never seemed to know how to laugh and had a wooden appearance wasn't suitable to be Yue Zitong's personal bodyguard.
She was more suited to it — carrying a snakeskin bag, holding a small hook in her right hand, going to the dump to rummage around, searching for treasure.
However, if anyone were to underestimate her, or ignore her, or harass the shining Small Yellow Flower next to her, they would be dealt a devastating blow.
Jinghong Ming had groomed three generations of super bodyguards after becoming the chief of Supreme Security Office more than twenty years ago.
Three generations, a total of twenty-five people.
Thirteen of them were men. They were dubbed the Thirteenth Security Guard by Wang Yulin of the Thirteenth Department of the Military Intelligence.
Twelve were women.
Since there was the Thirteenth Guard, then of course Wang Jiexi would give these twelve women an even more dazzling name.
Twelve golden hairpins.
Qi Yue was one of the 12 golden hairpins of the 3rd generation that Jinghong Ming cultivated with great effort.
Other than Jinghong Ming himself and these three generations of super guards, no one else knew how scary they were.
The ones who don't know still don't know, the ones who know — they've all gone to another world.
"From now on, in your eyes, you only have the people you want to protect. Everything else, including the law and your own lives, will be forgotten. "
This was the first sentence that Qi Yue and the others heard when they finally stood exhausted in front of Jinghong Ming, covered in wounds and injuries, after having passed all the tests in their bodies.
Furthermore, Jinghong Ming requested for them to remember this sentence.
Unless he died or retired, he wouldn't be able to forget.
Qi Yue was only twenty-five years old this year, and was three years away from the retirement of the highest ranked internal guard.
Twenty-five years old, the prime age of her highest guard.
She had retired three years earlier.
Just to be Yue Zitong's bodyguard, part-time driver.
When she came to Yue Zitong's side, Jinghong Ming once lightly told her: "From now on, you have nothing to do with Supreme Security Office anymore. Your records will be completely burnt. "
Qi Yue didn't say anything and only nodded slightly.
Before Jinghong Ming ordered her to retire early, he didn't ask for her opinion at all.
This was because before she retired, she had to obey every order given by Jinghong Ming.
Even if Jinghong Ming told her to jump down from the 30th floor, she would still jump without hesitation.
So, during her service, no matter what order Jack gave her, Qi Yue had to carry it out to the letter.
Since he didn't care about conditions, he could only obey.
Qi Yue clearly remembered that Director-general Jinghong had a complicated expression on his face after he lit up her file.
In the eyes of others, Qi Yue and her men were robots that only followed orders without their own thoughts.
In truth, people who thought this way didn't understand the true meaning behind having the highest internal guard.
After burning down Qi Yue's file, Jinghong Ming asked her another question: "What if there comes a day when I want to kill Yue Zitong?"
"I'll kill you first."
Qi Yue answered without any hesitation.
Jinghong Ming laughed.
That was the first time Qi Yue saw Jinghong Ming smile.
It was also the first time he knew that when this cold-blooded man smiled, he was actually so good-looking that he could bewitch all the women — including her.
Just because of Jinghong Ming's smile, Qi Yue would do her best to protect Yue Zitong.
It was only when Yue Zitong said, "I don't need you anymore. You can leave now," that her mission would be completed.
Obviously, Yue Zitong wouldn't let her go now.
Then, she would have to protect Yue Zitong from even the slightest harm.
Including the possibility of Yue Zitong doing accidental actions.
The teacup that had just been steeped in tea slipped from Yue Zitong's left hand and smashed onto her cotton-covered left foot. Qi Yue's right foot had already appeared beneath the teacup in the nick of time.
With a slight twist of his right foot, the teacup that was filled with hot water flew to the side hurriedly as if it had been struck by lightning. It drew an arc in the air and landed firmly on the table beside him, making a soft 'ka' sound.
The teacup shook a few times, and some tea was spilled from it. Qi Yue frowned slightly and thought to herself, "If the bureau chief were to do this, it would definitely be watertight. I still can't practice it well. The Evil Qi is a bit too heavy. "
Yue Zitong didn't know that Qi Yue had kicked the teacup in her left hand, causing it to fall to the ground just in time to prevent her left foot from being burned by the hot water.
She just stood there with the phone in her hand, staring out of the dark window, her head buzzing.
However, Ambassador Liu's words could be heard amidst the buzzing sound: "Lee Nanfang is dead, in a tsunami that just ended with British Island."
It was unknown how much time had passed before Yue Zitong's brows twitched, waking up from the indescribable numbness.
The call between Ambassador Liu and her had ended long ago.
She looked at the time. It was four-thirty in the morning.
When she just received Ambassador Liu's call, it was a little past 3 in the morning.
In other words, after hearing the grievous news of Lee Nanfang's death, she remained standing in front of the table with the microphone in her hand and remained motionless for nearly an hour and a half.
Just like a statue.
No, two.
A meter and a half behind Yue Zitong was the statue of Qi Yue.
It was one of the many basic skills Jinghong Ming used to train Qi Yue.
No one knew what Qi Yue was thinking while she was in a daze with Yue Zitong.
What could he think about?
Only under such circumstances would her mind be able to turn into a statue within an hour and a half.
Maybe — the man with the sunny smile?
Qi Yue felt that if there really was such a person as god in the world, then when he laughed, he would definitely laugh like Jinghong Ming.
A soft click came from the cabinet.
Out of the corner of her eye, Qi Yue immediately chased after him like a bolt of lightning, catching a few tiny droplets of water that splashed off the table.
Under the light, there was a flash of bright light.
It was tears.
"Tears of a lover."
Suddenly, these two words floated up in Qi Yue's mind.
While waiting for her life to be slowly consumed, Qi Yue's greatest hobby was to read books.
She had once read a book called "Tears of a Lover," which told a touching story of a pair of lovers in love, separated by Yin and Yang.
Qi Yue had already forgotten the contents of the story.
However, she remembered the ending — after the death of the male lead, the female lead, who never cried, finally shed tears.
Her tears turned into pearls the instant they landed on the man's face.
The female lead had been transformed by a mermaid.
Legend has it that when a mermaid who cultivated in human form came to this world, she could no longer cry.
Otherwise, all her years of cultivation would go down the drain as tears streamed down her face. She would only return to the East Sea, and every night, she would wail at the moon. The tears that fell into the water would turn into strings of pearls.
When her tears ran out, she would be a black fish stone, sunk forever in the deepest depths of the sea.
Yue Zitong wiped her face and said softly, "7 o'clock, remember to call me."
She did not look at Qi Yue. After saying this, she put down the microphone, turned around, and walked quickly towards the study room.
Qi Yue wanted to remind her that it was the study room and the bedroom was over there. You are in a very bad condition right now, so you should rest more.
But she would never say what she was thinking.
"As long as you protect someone, they will not harm themselves. Then, no matter what he does, you cannot interfere. "
These words were something that Jinghong Ming sternly ordered Qi Yue to remember.
Yue Zitong just wanted to find a place with no people and cry silently. It wasn't like she was going to cut herself, so Qi Yue couldn't interfere.
When Yue Zitong walked into the study, it was just as Qi Yue had imagined. She wanted to lie down on the table and let her tears flow freely.
But why didn't she shed a single tear when the first rays of the morning sun fell through the glass on her flowing hair?
She clearly wanted to cry.
He really wanted to cry.
Humans had some feelings. If they wanted to do it, they would. If they wanted to do it to the limit, they would have to do it.
A knock on the door sounded for the third time.
By seven o'clock, Qi Yue had already knocked on the door as per her orders.
Yue Zitong ignored him.
Qi Yue came in once and then went out.
As long as Yue Zitong was still lying on the table, with her back slightly moving up and down, it proved that she was still alive.
In that case, Qi Yue wouldn't disturb her.
However, he would knock on the door once every fifteen minutes.
"I know."
Yue Zitong finally responded. As she slowly raised her head, she spoke in a hoarse voice.
After the news that her beloved puppy, oh no, her beloved Little Nephew, had been buried in a foreign sea, Yue Zitong didn't want to cry but wanted to make sure that he was really dead.
Before Ambassador Liu ended the call, he seemed to have said that he would give her the latest news by 8 o'clock this morning at the latest.
If he didn't find out anything about Lee Nanfang, it meant that he still had a chance at survival — in fact, it was a lie.
No one could survive for more than ten hours in such an environment.
If he was sure that Lee Nanfang was really dead, then Yue Zitong would turn her grief into strength and live happily for him.
Since they were all dead, how could the people who were still alive just stop doing anything for the sake of a dead person?
What's more, Yue Zitong had just taken over the heavy burden of Patriarch of Yue Family.
There were so many things that he had to rely on her to make the decision.
Ding ling ling.
The faint ringing of a landline could be heard from outside.
Without waiting for Qi Yue to remind her, Yue Zitong suddenly stood up from her chair and ran out of the room.
Just as he took a step forward, he fell to the ground.
She had been sitting there too long, her legs numb and her brain free.
Upon hearing the sound, Qi Yue immediately opened the door.
"It's fine. He was just leaving in a hurry. "Looks like I need to set up a extension in the study."
Yue Zitong slowly got up and looked back at the desk.
This study room was the one Old Master Yue used before.
He was absolutely quiet, without any electrical equipment, when he was considering major decisions in his study.
It was Ambassador Liu.
"We've found Lee Nanfang's body."