Cheng Ergongzi

The first time I saw my brother was on his birthday that year.

To be precise, it was my half-brother who was five years older than me.

That day, I was wearing white clothes and he was wearing a white shirt, relatively silent, like two silent marble statues.

I couldn't help noticing the cut on his wrist, like a long, twisted centipede, wagging its head and tail, digging deep into the flesh.

He attempted to commit suicide, but was discovered by his servant before the blood was drained, and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

I heard that this is not the first time.

His face was pale, his figure was thin, and the knuckles of his fingers were clearly visible.

Before leaving that day, he was still in a trance, muttering, "This is not a good place, don't stay at Cheng's house."

I didn't understand it at the time.

The second time I saw my brother, his mental state had improved.

Leaning on the bench in the garden of Cheng's house, he closed his eyes slightly.The sun was very good that day, and you could see the wind blowing his eyelashes trembling slightly, and some flower petals drifted past and fell gently on his shoulders.

His body was soaked in the light, almost transparent.

I was standing not far away, holding the newly issued paternity test report in my hand.

He told me not to stay at Cheng's house, I might disappoint him.

I have a small room in the house, at the end of the corridor, only twenty square meters in total, but it doesn't matter.

I didn't have much in the first place, and everything I have now is a luxury.

Living here, the contact with my brother gradually increased.

He rarely spoke, and when he spoke, his voice was extremely soft, like a pair of fragile butterfly wings, easily dissipated in the wind.

During those days of transporting him to therapy, review and waiting for recovery, we developed a strange intimacy.

I often sit with him on the garden bench and listen to him talk about his indifferent and rigid father, his crazy and money-obsessed mother, his neglected childhood, and his harshly criticized teenagers, always full of crying, arguing, The slapping of belts, the screams of pain, and the teasing at school for being bruised.

When he was in college, he was forcibly sent to Europe to study business. The Cheng family has only one child, and he will inevitably take over the family business in the future.He was raised as an heir since he was a child, and there was no other way to go.

Although studying abroad alone is hard work, for my brother, it is one of the few blissful times in my life.I stayed away from ignorance, abuse and beatings, and I didn’t return to my country every year during the holidays. I went to live in the countryside, went to small towns in Europe, and spent Christmas at my classmates’ homes.A person wanders around with a sketchbook, stops for a long time in front of an oil painting, sits in a coffee shop for an afternoon, or rides a bicycle through the narrow streets late at night.

My brother said he liked Florence.

I don't know where that is, I have never been abroad.

The days of studying abroad were brisk and short, but after receiving the degree, he was quickly recalled to the country and had to join the Cheng family as his successor.

My father's health was deteriorating day by day, his old illnesses recurred, and he became weak, and gradually stopped showing up at the company.The burden of Cheng's daily operations has been shifted to his brother's shoulders little by little, and he has indeed done a good job.

My brother, is a very good person.

Wise and gentle, firm and kind, even after suffering so much.

He has a certain degree of discretion, well-managed, and must do everything personally. He took over the Cheng family, which is expected by everyone.

I don't know whether it was the pressure, or the long-term torture and anxiety finally started to bite back, and his mental state was deteriorating day by day.

At first, it was a slight self-mutilation, using a small sewing needle to poke the finger. Soon after, the pain could not be satisfied, so the needle was buried in the body. At most, there were more than a dozen needles in the body.

The situation worsened day by day until the servant found out, my brother, paid someone to whip him.

The Cheng family finally realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly contacted a psychiatrist for treatment.

No one has ever cared about him, no one has ever asked him what he really wants.

He concealed it so well that he didn't show the slightest difference at home or in the company.

By the time it was discovered, it was too late.

He attempted suicide several times, but was never successful.

The elder brother is the only son of the Cheng family, and the Cheng family has no second child.He was strictly guarded by servants and bodyguards, his mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth, his limbs were tied to the bed, and he couldn't break free.

Anyway, it's fine if you can't die.

He became haggard day by day in such repeated torture.

Finally one day, he found an opportunity to cut off the artery in his wrist with a razor blade he secretly held in his mouth. Blood gushed out on the spot and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Father finally knows to be afraid.

The life and death of his only child in the ICU is uncertain, and a second child must be used as a substitute.

The people he sent out took a lot of trouble and searched to find me in the backcountry.

There was no touching scene of father and son meeting, both of us were deadpan, and then I was pulled to the doctor to draw blood for DNA test.

On the day I got the paternity test, I felt neither sad nor happy.

After my brother came out of the intensive care unit, his physical condition plummeted, and he could never return to the past, and it was impossible to take charge of the Cheng family.In desperation, my father rejected all opinions and hastily announced that I was the new heir of the Cheng family and took over the Cheng family.

However, I don't want to take over Cheng's.

I just want to avenge my brother.

Destroy the Cheng family.

You see, people are not as good as heaven.

Neither of the Cheng family's two sons played cards according to common sense.

A few months later, my father had to go abroad to recuperate due to his deteriorating health.

There is no wave in my heart.

He appeared in my life in a hurry, and disappeared in a hurry, as if he was just a passer-by with a vague face.

I sent my brother to the hospital for re-examination. The doctor confirmed that he was back to normal and could travel alone. On that day, I immediately booked a ticket for my brother.

He's always wanted to go back to Europe, and now he's finally able to.

All of Cheng's overseas assets and real estate were transferred to his brother's name. The huge amount ensured that he would have no worries for the rest of his life.

My brother wants to leave some money for me.

But I don't need to.

He is alive and well, and that is enough for me.

I originally had nothing.

My brother got on a plane to Europe and never looked back.

And when I entered the Cheng family, I was parachuted into a high-level management position, and there was a lot of gossip. The managers of various departments looked at me as if they saw ghosts.

But I am no longer afraid.

That day, I met Shi Fan in the corridor of Cheng's building.

The light shines on him through the floor-to-ceiling glass. He is dressed in a silver-gray suit, shrouded in a touch of gold.

I have never paid attention to this person before, I only know that he is my father's arm, arm, eyes and ears, a minister close to me, with great power in his hands, and the Lord of Ten Thousand Chengs.

I don't like him.

This person is Cheng's number one accomplice.

Shi Fan approached from a golden halo, leaned slightly, and said respectfully, "Manager Cheng."

I smiled and said, "General Manager Shi."

This is my first formal conversation with Shi Fan.

From the very beginning, I have had bad intentions, intending to confuse the world and the people, and destroy the truth.

But Shi Fan is different. He is loyal to Cheng, thinking day and night, looking forward to Wei Que, draining his gall and liver.

He is my heartache.