Rebirth of Bloody Romance

In March, the spring breeze gently blows across the earth, bringing warmth and vitality.

The gentle spring breeze carries the faint fragrance of flowers and the fresh scent of earth, which makes people intoxicated.

The sunlight is like a gentle spring, gently falling on the bluestone road in Xinjiekou that has been baptized by time, coating it with a layer of glittering golden gauze, making this originally quaint road glow with a different kind of brilliance.

Zhong Yuemin walked through the slightly mottled vermilion lacquered gate with light and cheerful steps.

As Zhong Yuemin gradually blended into this courtyard full of life, a familiar and friendly feeling arose spontaneously.

In the yard, Song Xiangjun sat quietly on an exquisitely carved wooden chair. Her posture was elegant and dignified, like a beautiful painting.

Next to Song Xiangjun was a small and exquisite bamboo basket, in which lay a pair of cute and adorable babies.

The two little guys leaned against each other and slept soundly. Their rosy faces were as tempting as ripe apples. Occasionally, you could hear the sound of them sucking their fingers, as if they were tasting sweetness in their dreams. They looked so adorable.

The bright sunlight penetrated the gaps between the dense leaves, turning into tiny beams of light, illuminating the babies' tender faces.

In the interweaving of light and shadow, the little faces of Xiao Siqi and Xiao Sihai are sometimes illuminated and sometimes hidden in the shadows, as if performing a wonderful dance of light and shadow.

The breeze blew gently, the branches and leaves rustled, and accompanied by the children's light breathing, together weaving a beautiful natural melody.

At this moment, the whole courtyard seemed to be immersed in a warm and peaceful atmosphere, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of happiness.

Zhong Yuemin saw this heart-warming scene at a glance. He walked lightly and approached Song Xiangjun carefully. He took every step very cautiously, fearing that he would accidentally break this rare tranquility.

"Hey, Xiangjun, these two little guys are only a month old, right? Is it really okay to just bring them out to bask in the sun like this?"

Song Xiangjun raised her head slightly. Her eyes were as pure as the crystal clear water of a lake, flashing with lively light and revealing a bit of playfulness.

Song Xiangjun glanced at him sideways, and a very faint but hard-to-ignore smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as charming as a flower quietly blooming in spring.

"My daughter and son are as strong as calves! Getting more sun exposure on a daily basis can not only strengthen their physical fitness, but also supplement calcium. Naturally, there will be no problem." She spoke in a light and confident tone, and her words were filled with the pride and honor of being a mother.

Zhong Yuemin, who was standing nearby, nodded hurriedly after hearing this and said, "Yes, yes, yes, our little babies are in such good physical condition, there must be no problem. Come, come, come, let me hug our lovely little girl."

As Zhong Yuemin spoke, he cast his gaze towards the little princess who was sleeping soundly, his eyes full of undisguised doting.

However, Song Xiangjun slapped away his hand that was stretched out to hold the child.

Then, Song Xiangjun deliberately frowned, pretending to be angry, rolled her eyes at him fiercely, and scolded him coquettishly, "Humph, who said we are 'us'? These are my daughter and my son, don't try to be relatives without reason."

Although she said it so impolitely, there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, which made Zhong Yuemin's heart feel itchy and tingling as if it was gently scratched by a cat's claws.

Zhong Yuemin chuckled, shamelessly put his arms around Song Xiangjun's waist from behind, put his head close to her ear, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "What's wrong with you today? Your little face is as tight as a drum, as if you've eaten dynamite. I have to be careful, or I won't be blown to pieces by accident."

Song Xiangjun's cheeks instantly turned red, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, so beautiful and charming. She turned her head away coquettishly, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise, with a bit of shyness and sweetness in her voice. "You are the one who is angry! You are so smooth-talking, be careful of me..."

Before she finished her words, Song Xiangjun's mouth was gently blocked by Zhong Yuemin. His kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if he wanted to put all his thoughts and apologies into it.

Song Xiangjun's heartbeat quickened, and she unconsciously wrapped her arms around Zhong Yuemin's neck, but soon she realized something and quickly pushed him away. "No, the door is not closed."

A cunning look flashed in Zhong Yuemin's eyes. He chuckled, and quickly came to the door, closing it quickly and bolting it.

Then he quickly turned around, gently carried Xiao Siqi and Xiao Sihai into the house, and placed them on the soft bed. "Is this okay now?" he asked with a wicked smile, his eyes full of anticipation.

Song Xiangjun's face turned even redder, she lowered her head, and her voice was as small as a mosquito. "No, no." Her tone was full of shyness and resistance, but her eyes revealed a hint of expectation and contradiction.

"Hehe...that's not up to you!" Zhong Yuemin put his arm around Song Xiangjun's waist, picked her up sideways and walked towards the bedroom.

Song Xiangjun gently patted his chest with her hands, with a bit of shyness and coquettishness on her face. "You are so annoying! You want to bully me as soon as you get here."

Zhong Yuemin smiled even more brightly. He gently put Song Xiangjun on the bed, then pressed on her, his voice low and magnetic. "Xiangjun, do you know how much I miss you during this period? How much I want to hug you, kiss you, and..."

As the bedroom door closed gently, the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with them. The two of them took off their clothes one by one, and the air was filled with an indescribable ambiguity and sweetness.

Zhong Yuemin's eyes were as gentle as water. He gently kissed every inch of Song Xiangjun's skin, as if he was tasting the most precious treasure in the world.

Song Xiangjun gradually let go of all her guard and shyness. She hugged Zhong Yuemin tightly and gave herself to him completely.

Soon, the house was filled with spring colors and the atmosphere was vibrant.

When he had nothing to do, Zhong Yuemin sat leisurely on the sofa, his thoughts involuntarily drifted to the properties under his name.

There are many tenants living in those houses, which is a stable source of income. However, for Zhong Yuemin, this rent is really not a big money, he does not care about that little bit of money at all.

Therefore, trivial matters such as collecting rent are usually left to Ning Wei to handle.

However, today, Zhong Yuemin suddenly had an idea: he wanted to experience the feeling of being a landlord himself.

So, Zhong Yuemin took advantage of the rare day off, excitedly rode his motorcycle, and drove towards the rental house at lightning speed.

You know, Zhong Yuemin has always collected rent every six months. After such a long period of adjustment, the tenants have long been accustomed to it, and every time when it is time to pay the rent, everyone will prepare the money in advance.

It wasn't so smooth at the beginning. After being taught a lesson by Ning Wei twice, they behaved themselves.

Zhong Yuemin rode his motorcycle through the bustling streets of Beijing and finally stopped in front of a house near Gongzhufen.

Although this house has a prime location, the tenants are more difficult to deal with than others. Every time I collect rent, this is the most difficult place to collect rent.

However, when Zhong Yuemin pushed open the gate and prepared to collect the rent, the scene before him stunned him.

The door of a room named Wang Cuihua was open, and the room was in a mess, as if it had been through a storm.

Zhong Yuemin frowned and walked in. The scene in the room made him even more furious: two large holes were smashed in the two doors, and the window glass was broken all over the floor, which was obviously man-made damage.

The walls were covered in smears of feces, which were all over the walls. The air was filled with a disgusting stench.

"This... This... Fuck him!" Zhong Yuemin was so angry that his face turned blue. He had never seen such a bad act of destruction. A good house was turned into this. He felt angry and distressed.

At this time, a group of old women were washing clothes in the yard. When they saw Zhong Yuemin's dark face and angry eyes, they all cast curious glances at him.

An older sister saw this and quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand us. This is all Wang Cuihua's fault. It has nothing to do with us! We saw her like this and tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen at all."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin's anger burned like a piece of dry wood. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, then asked again, "Where are Wang Cuihua's people? Do you know where she ran to?"

"She's married," the older sister replied.

"Remarry? I remember her husband died a long time ago?" Zhong Yuemin remembered that Ning Wei had mentioned Wang Cuihua's situation and had some understanding of her family background.

"Yes, she remarried and took her child with her." The eldest sister confirmed again.

"Then do you know where she married?" Zhong Yuemin asked with a glimmer of hope, hoping to get some useful information from these old women.

"She married a small business owner, so we don't know where she lives exactly." Several old ladies shook their heads in unison, indicating that they had no idea where Wang Cuihua was going.

Zhong Yuemin's anger surged again when he heard this. He knew that it was not easy to find Wang Cuihua, but someone had to clean up the mess she left behind. He gritted his teeth and decided to start from Wang Cuihua's workplace to find her whereabouts.

"The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. Sister, do you know where her unit is?" Zhong Yuemin asked.

"The dyeing factory, the accounting department, we'll definitely be able to find someone." The old woman answered quickly, with some gloating in her words.

Zhong Yuemin wrote down the exact location of the dyeing factory, then rode his motorcycle angrily to the dyeing factory. He vowed to himself that he must find Wang Cuihua and make her pay for her actions.

Zhong Yuemin stood at the door, frowning slightly at the pungent smell of dyes and chemicals in the dyeing factory. He was about to enter, but was stopped by the security department.

"What are you doing? Who are you looking for?" the security guard asked vigilantly.

"I'm looking for Wang Cuihua."

After hearing this, the security guard said seriously, "It is working hours now. Employees cannot leave their work stations without permission."

Zhong Yuemin thought for a moment and decided to change his strategy. "Then I'll go find your factory manager."

The security guard was obviously dissatisfied with Zhong Yuemin's request, and there was a hint of disdain in his tone. "Then who are you looking for? You can't just meet the factory director whenever you want. Who are you?" His tone was not very good, but he remained relatively polite because of the valuable motorcycle next to Zhong Yuemin.

As the two were arguing, a car drove in from outside the factory and stopped steadily in front of them. The security guard immediately put on a smile, nodded and bowed to the rolled down window and shouted, "Director Guan."

After the car door opened, a short, calm middle-aged man got out.

As soon as Director Guan got out of the car, his eyes fell directly on Zhong Yuemin who was not far away. He narrowed his eyes and looked Zhong Yuemin up and down carefully.

As he observed more deeply, his originally calm face gradually showed surprise, his mouth slightly opened, as if he had seen some incredible sight and could not believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"Teacher Zhong, why...how did you get here?" Director Guan asked in astonishment.

At the same time, Zhong Yuemin was also staring at Guan Yonghui in front of him. His masculine face also showed an incredible expression at this moment. "Guan Yonghui, it's you! I really didn't expect it. What's going on? Are you the director of this factory?"

Hearing this, Guan Yonghui couldn't help but laugh and nodded gently. "Isn't it, Teacher Zhong? This world is really small. Who would have thought that we would meet here again."

At this moment, the security guards noticed the situation. They saw that Zhong Yuemin and the factory director seemed so familiar and intimate, and Zhong Yuemin even called the factory director by his name without any restraint or politeness.

The security guards realized that their actions to stop Zhong Yuemin from entering the factory seemed unnecessary, and they all looked embarrassed and exchanged glances with each other. Then, they turned around and left the scene in disgrace.

Zhong Yuemin nodded gently, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly, "That's great. I came to your factory just to find someone. Can you help me call him?"

Hearing this, Guan Yonghui couldn't help but feel curious and asked quickly, "Who is Mr. Zhong looking for? Is there anyone in our factory who knows you?"

Zhong Yuemin looked serious, stared at Guan Yonghui with a sharp gaze, and slowly said, "Wang Cuihua from the accounting department of your factory."

Then, Zhong Yuemin told Guan Yonghui about the past and disputes between him and Wang Cuihua in detail and without reservation. He neither concealed anything nor showed the slightest politeness in his words.

After all, Guan Yonghui had once had the good fortune to audit his course on the history of science, so the two of them had some friendship.

After hearing this, Guan Yonghui was secretly shocked. He never expected that Wang Cuihua would provoke a person like Zhong Yuemin. However, he did not hesitate too much and shouted in the direction of the security department, "Go and call Wang Cuihua to my office!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yonghui turned around and said to Zhong Yuemin with a smile, "Teacher Zhong, why don't we go to my office and wait for a while."

Zhong Yuemin nodded and followed Guan Yonghui to his office.