Rebirth of Bloody Romance

Ermaozi skillfully stuffed the key document on the desk back into the black office bag. Every movement he made revealed his precise grasp of the situation and extreme attention to details.

Obviously, Ermaozi has a clear understanding of the difficulties Guodong is currently facing and the complex relationships behind it.

Yu Guodong's wife stood by and tried to persuade him in a gentle tone. "Guoqing, it's better for us not to interfere in your brother's business affairs." There was a hint of caution in her words, as if she was afraid of touching a sensitive nerve.

After Ermaozi heard this, he turned his head and looked at her, with a sneer on his face. "Sister-in-law, I have never held you accountable for your petty greed, but you are not allowed to deceive my brother about this matter. Don't you know his business methods better than me? Don't think that being a rich lady now means you are stable. Only those who can be a rich lady for a long time are real rich ladies."

Yu Guodong's wife's face turned pale in an instant, and she hurriedly explained, "Guoqing, what do you mean? I don't understand." There was a hint of panic and uneasiness in her voice.

Ermaozi narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty. "Sister-in-law, it's best if you don't understand. But you have to remember not to use your cleverness on my brother's affairs. No one in this circle has it easy."

After saying that, Ermaozi turned and left.

Yu Guodong's wife looked at Ermaozi's departing back, and an indescribable fear and uneasiness surged in her heart. She realized that this seemingly young Ermaozi was actually much deeper and more complicated than she had imagined.

The next morning, as the morning light broke the silence of dawn, the maid, Mrs. Li, lowered her head as usual, and walked lightly to the balcony, ready to start a day's work. There was still some sleepiness in her eyes, but she had already picked up the broom skillfully, ready to clean this quiet and seldom disturbed space.

However, the moment Mrs. Li stepped onto the balcony, the scene before her startled her so much that the broom in her hand almost fell out of her hand.

Yu Guodong, the patriarch who was usually energetic and majestic, was now curled up in the large recliner, his face pale and his eyes closed, as if he had used up all his strength overnight.

Mrs. Li's heartbeat accelerated instantly. She was afraid of disturbing the sleeping master, so she held her breath and turned back to the house to call for help.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and then, Ermaozi, a thin man with sharp eyes, almost bumped into Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li was frightened by this, and the broom in her hand finally fell to the ground with a clang. Seeing this, Ermaozi quickly made a gesture to keep quiet, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable seriousness.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Li asked nervously, lowering her voice.

Ermaozi shook his head gently, signaling her not to ask any more questions, then took a thin blanket from the clothes rack nearby and gently covered Yu Guodong with it.

Although the sun was beginning to shine on the balcony in the morning, it was still a bit chilly. Ermaozi's action revealed his concern and respect for his owner.

"Go make a cup of milk tea, I'll stay with him." Ermaozi ordered, with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue in his tone.

Mrs. Li nodded quickly, turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen. After a while, a cup of steaming hot milk tea was brought to Ermaozi.

However, Ermaozi only took a look and had no intention to touch it. His eyes sometimes fell on Yu Guodong's face, and sometimes looked into the distance, as if he was thinking about some heavy problem.

Ermaozi also didn't sleep well last night. He was filled with worry about Guodong and uncertainty about his future. These emotions intertwined together and made him toss and turn until the sky turned pale, and he reluctantly closed his tired eyes.

At this moment, Ermaozi, who was sitting next to the recliner, felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and an irresistible sleepiness came over him. He struggled hard to stay awake, but in the end he succumbed to physical fatigue. His head slowly drooped, and finally rested on Yu Guodong's shoulder, and his breathing gradually became even and deep.

On the balcony, the sun shines through the clouds and dapples on Yu Guodong and Ermaozi, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to the picture. In this tranquility, Yu Guodong's brows are slightly wrinkled, as if he is fighting against some invisible force even in his sleep.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment, with only the occasional bird song in the distance reminding people that a new day has begun.

Suddenly, Ermaozi felt an inexplicable weight pressing on him, as if a nightmare had quietly descended in the night, waking him up suddenly from his half-sleep. He subconsciously reached out to feel around, and his fingertips touched a soft, thin blanket, with a warmth that didn't belong to this season.

Ermaozi slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant, a somewhat dazzling ray of sunlight shot straight into his eyes, causing him to squint slightly.

After his eyes adjusted a little, Ermaozi finally saw the surrounding environment clearly. At this moment, he saw Yu Guodong walking by him on tiptoe, his footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Brother." Ermaozi's voice was still a little hoarse from waking up in the morning, but it was enough to startle Yu Guodong. Yu Guodong was seen tiptoeing past a corner of the room, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Hearing the call, Yu Guodong stopped, turned around slowly, with a barely perceptible worry on his face.

"Guoqing, are you awake? Didn't you sleep well last night? How come you fell asleep on the chair?" Yu Guodong's tone was full of concern, but also a bit of blame. He knew that although his cousin was careless on weekdays, he was very careful and could always perceive the subtle changes in the family inadvertently.

Ermaozi sat up straight, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked directly at his brother, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination. "Brother, I have secretly read your equity transfer agreement."

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Yu Guodong's face instantly became embarrassed, his brows knitted, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Guoqing, don't look at my things casually in the future. Some things are not as simple as you think."

Ermaozi's heart tightened when he saw this, but he still refused to back down. "Brother, don't I care about you? I know Zhong Yuemin very well. He looks gentle on the surface, but he actually has many crooked ideas. There are many things he can't do. Just because he has restrained himself a lot in recent years, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have those wicked ideas in his heart."

After hearing this, Yu Guodong sighed and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, scattering on his face, but it could not illuminate the haze in his heart.

"Guoqing, you know what? Some things, once started, can never be turned back. I understand a lot of things, I just... just a little unwilling."

"Brother, you..."

Ermaozi was about to speak when he was interrupted by a sudden bustle. The servants put breakfast on the table in due time. The sound of the tableware clinking and the aroma of the food intertwined, but it seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

Yu Guodong waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Ermaozi's unfinished words. "Okay, I understand what you mean. Let's have breakfast! Some things cannot be explained clearly in a short time." There was a bit of fatigue in his tone. Obviously, he was exhausted from tossing and turning last night.

Ermaozi shook his head helplessly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that his cousin was under a lot of pressure, which almost made him more impatient and unreasonable.

The atmosphere at the table was so heavy that water could almost freeze. Yu Guodong's eldest daughter, Yu Qing, was still immersed in her own music world, earplugs tightly stuffed in her ears, chewing food while shaking her head to the rhythm of the music, as if she didn't care about the atmosphere around her at all.

Yu Guodong's eyes fell on Yu Qing, and a nameless fire rose up. He stood up suddenly, strode to Yu Qing, ripped off her earplugs, and yelled, "If you don't get an A next year, I'll skin you alive!" His voice echoed in the restaurant, carrying unquestionable majesty and anger.

Yu Qing was obviously startled by the sudden roar, and the chopsticks in her hand fell on the table unconsciously, making a crisp sound. She was stunned, with a flash of astonishment and confusion in her eyes. This was the father she had never seen before - the father who was always gentle and doting on her, but at this moment he was like an angry lion.

However, Yu Qing was not frightened, but was aroused by the anger and became rebellious. She slammed her chopsticks on the table and went upstairs, leaving only the loud bang of the upstairs door, which echoed throughout the villa.

Yu Guodong's face became even uglier. He felt that he had lost face in front of his family, and a sense of frustration arose. He turned his head and saw his youngest son Yu Hao was holding the fried dough sticks in a daze, his eyes were full of tears, but he was trying hard not to let them fall. Yu Guodong's anger was ignited again, and he angrily cursed, "You are the same! Don't cry all day long, what a person!"

Yu Hao couldn't hold back his tears, and they fell directly onto the dough sticks in his hand. He sobbed, but didn't dare to make a sound, as if even crying had become a luxury.

Seeing this, Yu Guodong's wife frowned distressedly and gently scolded, "What are you doing? Don't scare the child so early in the morning."

Having said that, she hurriedly stood up, walked over to coax Yu Hao, trying to soothe his inner trauma with gentle words.

The chopsticks were slammed heavily on the table, making a crisp and loud sound, breaking the brief silence in the restaurant.

Yu Guodong picked up his briefcase and walked out the door with an angry face, as if even the sound of the door closing carried the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

The door did not close at first. Yu Guodong turned around angrily and kicked it hard again. The door then slammed shut with a loud noise, shaking the whole house as if it were shaking.

The people in the room were startled by the sudden noise. They stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door, with surprise and confusion written all over their faces.

Yu Qing poked her head out from upstairs, her eyes filled with curiosity and worry. Yu Hao was so scared that he hugged his mother's legs tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. Yu Guodong's daughter-in-law gently patted Xiaojie's back, trying to comfort his frightened heart.

The driver had been waiting outside the car for a long time. When he saw Yu Guodong coming out, he quickly opened the door. After Yu Guodong got in the car, the driver asked cautiously, "Mr. Yu, are you going to the company or somewhere else?" His voice was a little cautious and uneasy, obviously affected by Yu Guodong's mood just now.

However, Yu Guodong did not answer immediately. He just lit up his cigar, took a deep puff, and then scolded coldly, "Didn't the secretary give you the schedule? Don't you know how to check it? Did I invite you to come over for a free meal?"

There was unquestionable majesty and anger in Yu Guodong's tone, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction on the driver.

The driver hurriedly picked up the itinerary under the seat cushion, opened it nervously, and then read, "I have an appointment with Mr. Luo of Roche International to play golf at 10:30 in the morning, and I will give a speech at the University of Hong Kong at 2:30 in the afternoon." His voice trembled a little, and he was obviously intimidated by Yu Guodong's momentum.

"Then let's go to the golf course. Why are you standing there? Wait for me to drive!" Yu Guodong yelled again. His voice echoed in the car with a bit of impatience and anger.

"Mr. Yu, it's only 8:30!" the driver said aggrievedly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. He checked the time, confirmed it was correct, and added carefully, "We have an appointment with Mr. Luo from Luo's International to play golf at 10:30. Isn't it a bit too early to go now?"

The driver knew that Yu Guodong was not the kind of person who would lose his temper for no reason. There must be a reason for his behavior today, which made him nervous, fearing that he had done something wrong.

Yu Guodong slapped his head, looking a little annoyed, but he still closed his eyes. "Then are you still listening to me? Let's go to the golf course. I need to get ready there. I can't make any mistakes when I meet the fashion king today. I must be in the best condition."

The driver didn't dare say anything more, so he started the car silently and drove towards the golf course.

The car drove smoothly on the mountain road, shuttling through the complex streets halfway up the mountain. Outside the window, high-rise residential buildings and villas kept coming into view. These buildings were built by the mountains and rivers, magnificent and impressive, showing the noble status of the owners.

In addition to supporting buildings such as international schools and high-end hospitals, the shops in one or two buildings are just agencies' stores. The whole area looks quiet and upscale.

From the ranking of the world's most prestigious residential areas, we can see that the wealthy like to live in the mountains to enjoy the tranquility and dignity away from the hustle and bustle. The Mid-Levels luxury homes in Hong Kong Island are no exception. Many celebrities and tycoons gather here, and it is a symbol of identity and status.

Yu Guodong was looking at the scenery outside the window, but he was thinking about the details of the upcoming meeting with the fashion tycoon. He knew that this meeting was very important to him, not only related to the future development of the company, but also to his position and reputation in the industry. Therefore, he had to appear in front of the fashion tycoon in the best condition.

Perhaps he was thinking too hard, or perhaps he did not get enough rest last night, and after a while, Yu Guodong fell asleep in the car.