Rebirth of Bloody Romance

After buying gifts, Zhong Yuemin stood in the bustling mall, his eyes passed through the crowd and locked on the familiar figure in the distance. Song Xiangjun followed him all the way to this strange city, and Zhong Yuemin was deeply moved.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward, walked to Song Xiangjun's side, and said softly, "Teacher Song, I will pay for whatever you like today." His voice was full of tenderness and firmness, as if he wanted to use this method to make up for her hard work along the way.

Just as Song Xiangjun was about to open her mouth to refuse, Avril beside her spoke first, "Zhong Yuemin, I've been waiting for you to say this!" She blinked, smiled mischievously, then took Song Xiangjun's hand and walked towards the depths of the mall.

Avril excitedly picked out all kinds of fashionable clothes and asked Song Xiangjun for her opinion from time to time. She seemed to be full of anticipation and excitement for this sudden shopping trip. Song Xiangjun was pulled by her, and although there was a little helplessness on her face, there was more of a sweet feeling of being pampered.

Avril stopped in front of a jewelry store. She pointed to a necklace in the window that was the same as the one Zhong Yuemin bought, and said to Song Xiangjun excitedly, "Xiangjun, look how beautiful this necklace is! It's exactly the same as the one Zhong Yuemin bought!"

Song Xiangjun looked along her finger, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. The necklace was indeed beautiful, and the bright light flickered under the light, as if it could attract people's souls. However, she did not want to accept such an expensive gift, so she shook her head gently, wanting to refuse.

But Avril seemed to see through her thoughts. She smiled slyly and said, "Xiangjun, don't be polite! This is Zhong Yuemin's intention. You can't let him down!" As she said that, she pulled Song Xiangjun into the jewelry store without waiting for her reaction.

In the store, Avril talked enthusiastically with the clerk and soon bought the necklace. She put the necklace on Song Xiangjun's neck and nodded with satisfaction. "Look, it fits so well! Zhong Yuemin, is it beautiful?" Then she asked Zhong Yuemin behind her.

"That must be beautiful."

Song Xiangjun looked at herself in the mirror. The necklace sparkled around her neck, as if it really added some brilliance to her. Then she agreed to buy it for some unknown reason.

Zhong Yuemin sat on the leather sofa, his eyes sharp as an eagle, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand. He glanced at Li Wenbo next to him, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wenbo, go to the bank and withdraw some cash." Zhong Yuemin's voice was low and firm, as if it was an order.

Li Wenbo nodded, without asking any more questions, and turned to walk out the door. He knew Zhong Yuemin's temper very well, and knew that it was useless to ask more questions at this time, and he just needed to do as he was told.

After about half an hour, Li Wenbo came back with a heavy black briefcase. He put the bag on the coffee table, opened the zipper, and revealed the thick stacks of banknotes inside.

Zhong Yuemin nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes turned to another pile of money on the table. That was the money Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun had given him from buying football lottery. Although the amount was not large, every cent was a reflection of their trust and expectations. Ning Wei's money had already been given.

He picked up the pile of money, counted it carefully, made sure it was enough for them, and then put it into the space.

The next day, Li Wenbo held the ticket from New York back to Hong Kong Island, his eyes revealing an indescribable expectation and excitement. He turned to Zhong Yuemin beside him and said, "Mr. Zhong, we are ready to take the flight home tomorrow."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded. "Okay, I understand. Although this World Cup trip was short, it was also fruitful."

Li Wenbo smiled and nodded in agreement.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and Li Wenbo, Zhong Yuemin, Song Xiangjun, Ning Wei and three other capable assistants were preparing to go to the airport. Their hearts were filled with the desire to go home.

At this moment, Avril appeared with a carefully selected gift. She walked up to Zhong Yuemin with a smile and handed him the gift. "Zhong Yuemin, this is the gift I prepared for you. I hope you can be in a good mood on your way back."

Zhong Yuemin took the gift, and his heart was filled with warmth. "Avril, thank you so much. With your help, everything has become wonderful during this World Cup trip."

Avril smiled and said nothing. She came to Song Xiangjun and handed her a gift. "Xiangjun, this is for you."

"Thank you, Avril."

Zhong Yuemin came forward and shook hands with Avril. Their eyes met, as if they were saying a silent goodbye. Song Xiangjun and Avril hugged and said goodbye. The scene was warm and touching.

The group walked out of the hotel and drove towards the airport.

In the airport's departure hall, Li Wenbo, Zhong Yuemin and others sat together, waiting for the announcement of boarding. Avril and Song Xiangjun stood not far away, whispering to each other.

Finally, the boarding announcement sounded. Zhong Yuemin stood up, waved to Avril, and then led everyone to the boarding gate. Song Xiangjun and Avril said goodbye reluctantly. Not long after, the plane took off and flew towards Hong Kong Island.

After nearly 20 hours of flight, the flight from New York finally landed slowly at Hong Kong International Airport. The plane crossed the sky, leaving a long white trail, like a bond, connecting the distant hometown with the bustling city in front of us.

The cabin door slowly opened, and a tropical moist air blew in, forming a sharp contrast with the slightly dry air in the cabin. Zhong Yuemin, Song Xiangjun, Li Wenbo, and Ning Wei, a group of four, dragged their luggage and slowly walked down the gangway, setting foot on this land full of opportunities and challenges.

Hong Kong Island, the Pearl of the Orient, attracts countless people with its unique charm. There are tall buildings, flashing neon lights, busy traffic, and people coming and going. This is where wealth gathers and where dreams originate.

The air in Hong Kong Island has a hint of moist sea breeze, which is completely different from the dry air in New York. Outside the airport, there is a constant flow of traffic, people coming and going, and conversations in various languages, forming a unique symphony. Li Wenbo took a deep breath, feeling the long-lost taste of his hometown, and his excitement was beyond words.

Li Wenbo had already arranged the airport pick-up. The employees of Jinhua Investment had already been waiting at the airport exit. They were dressed in neat uniforms and had warm smiles on their faces. When they saw Zhong Yuemin and others, they immediately came over to help take the luggage and lead them to the reserved vehicle.

"Mr. Zhong, Ms. Song, thank you for your hard work along the way!" the employees of Jinhua Investment said respectfully.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and nodded to express his gratitude. Song Xiangjun looked around, a little curious about the scene. Ning Wei was alert and vigilant at all times, as if he was ready to deal with any emergency that might occur.

Next to the car invested by Jinhua, a group of people were preparing to set off, and the atmosphere seemed a little unusual. Song Xiangjun gently pulled Zhong Yuemin's sleeve, with a bit of eagerness and anxiety in her eyes.

"Zhong Yuemin, can we not stay here and go back to Beijing directly?" Although her voice was not loud, it was full of earnestness.

Zhong Yuemin scratched his head, a look of embarrassment on his face. "Teacher Song, what really happened at home?" he asked tentatively.

Song Xiangjun nodded slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes. She was obviously reluctant to say more, but her anxiety had already infected the air around her.

At this moment, Li Wenbo came over with his signature smile on his face. "Mr. Zhong, since Miss Song is so anxious, I will arrange a plane for you right away! This way you can go back faster." His words were full of understanding and efficiency.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin's eyes flashed with gratitude. "Wenbo, thank you for your help!" He patted Li Wenbo on the shoulder, his tone full of trust.

Song Xiangjun also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little. She knew that if she took a plane, she would be able to get home much faster this time.

Therefore, under Li Wenbo's careful arrangement, the group changed to a plane and embarked on a journey back to Beijing. Song Xiangjun's anxiety caused by the urgent matter also gradually dissipated in the blue sky and white clouds amid the roar of the plane.

The plane flew across the sky, leaving a long trail. Zhong Yuemin and his group dragged their luggage and boarded the bus home. The bus was crowded, but it was hard to hide his inner ease and anticipation. Inadvertently, his eyes fell on Song Xiangjun, a gentle and mysterious woman.

"Teacher Song, what's going on at home? Do you need my help?" Zhong Yuemin asked with concern, his voice full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Song Xiangjun smiled gently, and that smile was like a spring breeze that warmed people's hearts. "It's not a big deal, I can handle it myself." She responded lightly, seemingly unwilling to reveal too much.

Zhong Yuemin felt a little disappointed when he saw this, but he did not force it. He knew that everyone had their own secrets and difficulties, so he said, "Teacher Song, if you have any questions, you can tell me. I believe I can help."

However, Song Xiangjun didn't seem to appreciate it. She replied perfunctorily, "Okay, I got it. I'll definitely find you when the time comes." There was a hint of alienation and coldness in her words.

Zhong Yuemin was stunned. How come Teacher Song has become a different person since she came back? He knew that he couldn't force Song Xiangjun, so he could only guard her silently. The bus was driving slowly on the way home. The scenery outside the window was constantly changing, but the atmosphere in the car seemed to be frozen.

Song Xiangjun sat quietly by the bus window, staring at the world outside. The scenery outside the window, under the reflection of the setting sun, seemed particularly soft and profound, just like a reflection of her inner feelings at the moment. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of space, drifting into the distance, looking for some unknown comfort.

She never looked at Zhong Yuemin beside her. She was afraid that if she looked at him, her inner defenses would collapse instantly. She was afraid that she would not be able to help but be soft-hearted.

But she couldn't. She had to stick to her decision and not let herself fall into endless pain and entanglement again.

There was a voice whispering in Song Xiangjun's heart, if only she could have a little more courage, if only she could take that step, if only she could do it earlier... Unfortunately, life is not a script that can be modified at will. It does not have the option of "if", only cruel and real results.

The bus slowly drove away from the station, leaving behind a faint exhaust fumes. Zhong Yuemin stood by the roadside, his eyes showing some concern and doubt. He originally planned to personally send Song Xiangjun home to ensure her safety. But Song Xiangjun politely declined his kindness, which surprised him a little.

"Zhong Yuemin, there's really no need to send me off. I can go back by myself." Song Xiangjun said softly, with a hint of firmness in her tone.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Song Xiangjun, and there seemed to be some secret hidden in her bright eyes. He frowned, trying to find out what she was thinking, but finally chose to respect her decision.

Zhong Yuemin had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and called Ning Wei. He asked Ning Wei to make sure Song Xiangjun was safely home, and then he turned around and left with peace of mind.

Ning Wei never compromised on Zhong Yuemin's words. He assured Zhong Yuemin, "Don't worry, Captain, I will definitely send Teacher Song home safely."

Song Xiangjun did not refuse Ning Wei's escort, which made Zhong Yuemin even more confused. He wondered if he had not done something well enough or if Song Xiangjun had something on her mind.

Along the way, Ning Wei and Song Xiangjun walked one after the other. Ning Wei was carrying something and walked behind. He was a man of few words, and Song Xiangjun didn't want to talk. So, the two of them just hurried forward.

Finally, they arrived at Song Xiangjun's door. Ning Wei stopped and said, "Teacher Song, you are home."

Song Xiangjun looked at Ning Wei gratefully and nodded gently. "Thank you, Ning Wei. Just put the things here."

"Teacher Song, I'd better leave it in the room for you."

Ning Wei took Song Xiangjun's luggage into the house and then turned to leave. Ning Wei was full of doubts. Why didn't Song Xiangjun let the captain take her home? It wasn't like this before.

Perhaps, only Song Xiangjun herself knows the answer to this question. She stood in front of the window, looking at Ning Wei's receding back, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. She didn't know when she started to have special feelings for Zhong Yuemin, but she also understood that some things were not that simple.

Zhong Yuemin finally returned to the Beihai Siheyuan he had been longing for. Walking around the corner, the familiar Siheyuan came into view. The gray brick walls and mottled wooden doors made everything look so homely.

However, the joke of fate always seems to be played inadvertently - the gate of the courtyard was closed, and the house was empty. He shrugged helplessly, put the heavy luggage gently at the door, and sat down on the steps, enjoying a moment of peace.

After sitting on the plane for more than 20 hours, he seemed a little tired both physically and mentally. At this moment, he just wanted to take a good rest and put an end to the busy journey. The steps of the courtyard seemed to carry the warmth of time. Sitting on them, he seemed to feel the long-lost intimacy and tranquility.

Zhong Yuemin closed his eyes and let the breeze gently brush across his cheeks, taking away the dust of the journey.