Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 972 - 677: Three Conditions (Part 3)

"..."Su Xiaomeng pouted, muttered something indistinct, and then fell silent.

With her cutting in like that, the atmosphere eased a little.

This dim and stifling room, with that faint laughter, suddenly didn’t feel so much like an interrogation room.

"Back then, I’d just started seeing Luo Feiya. Miss Luo’s personality was pretty fiery, but at that age, which guy doesn’t want to tame a wild horse?"

Thirty-five-year-old Yin Shixiu, in the deep lines of his brows and eyes, showed a kind of longing for his younger self in his twenties.

"In the end I hadn’t even won her over yet... and you cut in. Thinking about it, back then my arrogance was even worse than yours, so much so that Luo Feiya, unwilling to be lonely, fell into your trap."

Rong Jing’s lips twitched slightly.

"Did she fall into my trap, or did I fall into yours?"

Yin Shixiu let out a soft laugh.

"If I’d known earlier you didn’t really care about her, I wouldn’t have bothered to chase her so hard."

Rong Jing shrugged.

Sitting to the side listening, Su Xiaomeng’s brows knitted tighter and tighter...

Her strongly disapproving gaze landed on Rong Jing. Rong Jing accidentally met her eyes and hurriedly said,

"Su Xiaomeng, that’s not fair. Even if you want to look down on someone, it should be the two of us together."

As he spoke, he pointed at himself, then at Yin Shixiu.

"The two of us, not a single decent one."

Su Xiaomeng snorted and turned her head away.

"Yeah, not a single decent one. So people who could’ve been friends end up enemies, people who could’ve been good brothers end up scheming against each other."

Yin Shixiu took over the conversation.

"Up to now, Rong Jing, do you really still think it’s meaningful to keep fighting me like this?"

"The grudges of the previous generation, even the generation before that, with that kind of turbulent era as the backdrop—when it comes to us, do we really have to keep inheriting and carrying it on?"

"Hearing you talk like this... doesn’t sound like you at all."

Rong Jing leaned back in his chair, chin tilted up, his lazy gaze resting on Yin Shixiu.

"Oh? Then tell me, what would sound like me?"

Rong Jing sat up straight, fingers interlaced on the table. On his cuffed wrists, two deep bloody grooves could be seen.

No one knew if they were from struggling or from rubbing.

"Dismember me, torture me every way you can, humiliate me, pay me back a hundred, a thousand times the suffering you went through—that’s the kind of thing Yin Shixiu would do."

"If I hadn’t gotten married, hadn’t had kids, I definitely would’ve done exactly that."

Yin Shixiu answered immediately.

"Heh... rubbing your happy life in my face, huh?"

"Where does revenge end? A person only has one life. I’m very attached to mine. That night at Tianjin Port, when I went on the yacht alone and found out it was loaded with explosives, I actually regretted it so much..."

Yin Shixiu started speaking straight from the heart.

"I regretted it so much—why did your Rong Family insist on fighting, and why did I insist on fighting you?"

"Being alive is such a great thing... yet because of the last generation’s grudges, in that Instant, ’staying alive’ turned into a luxury."

"Speaking of that, Brother Shixiu, I really, sincerely admire you. Your luck is insanely good."

Rong Jing gave a bitter smile.

"Was it luck?"

Yin Shixiu’s gaze suddenly darkened.

"It was karma."

"..."

"You’ve been in the detention center, so you don’t know what’s been happening outside. You still don’t understand how I managed to survive, do you? And you don’t know how Wu Rong ended up behind bars, right?"

Rong Jing really was completely in the dark. These days in the detention center, what truly exhausted him was exactly this.

He couldn’t figure it out—no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure it out...

"Deng Wei, who worked at the Rong Family for over ten years, climbing step by step, becoming your father’s trusted aide, and then your right-hand man after your father stepped down..."

"His original name was Wu Yao, Wu Rong’s younger brother by blood, who was framed by Wu Rong fifteen years ago during a crackdown on a mafia drug trafficking case."

"Wu Yao had a tough life, didn’t die, changed his name and identity and returned to Beijing. All these years, he’s just been waiting for the right chance..."

"Sizing up the situation, in a flash fifteen years pass. Tell me, isn’t that kind of patience impressive?"

"Later, he found me. He found out you, Rong Jing, were in contact with the escaped Shi Shengde, and learned that Shi Shengde and Wu Rong had teamed up and wanted to silence me."

"On that yacht, it was Wu Yao who gambled his life. He saved me, and he himself was badly injured."

Rong Jing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, his neck resting against the back of the chair. Then he opened his eyes again and stared at the slightly dim ceiling.

"So that’s how it was..."