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On September 15, 9, the Lan family committed suicide at home by taking a large amount of sleeping pills. According to the time at that time, it happened to be the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Cong Lang secretly blamed himself for being careless.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival falls on September 9th in the Gregorian calendar, which is still early before the Lan couple's death on the 13th. He didn't connect Lan Jing's whereabouts with Shu Mingcheng at all in the first place.

But now, listening to the beeping sound on the phone that no one answered, Cong Lang wished he could grow his wings and fly to City G immediately.

Cong Lang was almost 100% sure that Lan Xiaojing must have fallen into the hands of Lao Shu, and there was no chance of it being a fluke.

After Shu Mingcheng finished his breakfast, he sipped a cup of coffee leisurely, and only then began his leisurely life for the day.

"How is that kid?"

The butler standing next to him replied, "I didn't eat the three meals a day, and Richie gave him a nutrient solution."

"I have a big temper, and I'm on a hunger strike." Shu Mingcheng tutted, then stood up, "I'll go and see."

Because of the throbbing pain from the wound on his body, Lan Jing was frowning and struggling to bear the time, when the door was pushed open, he thought it was Richie who had left and returned, closed his eyes and uttered a word indifferently ,"roll."

"It's no good to offend Richie," a voice that made him hate to the bone said jokingly, "If you don't scold him, he will give you a painkiller anyway."

Lan Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

Shu Mingcheng approached the head of the bed, ignored his cannibalistic gaze, and glanced away from the corner of the quilt. Lan Jing was seriously injured, with bandages all over his body, but most of them were skin trauma, no vital injuries. Ten days and a half months will be fine.

After seeing Lan Jing's upper body, Shu Mingcheng lowered his hands to lift the quilt on his lap, Lan Jing's body tensed immediately, and he stared at him warily—he was not wearing anything.

Lan Jing never forgot what was the root cause of his family's ruin. Seeing Shu Mingcheng's actions, his eyes became more serious.

Seeing him like this, Shu Mingcheng withdrew his hand and said, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Lan Jing's mandibles were tense, and he stared at Shu Mingcheng fiercely, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "You'd better kill me now."

"Whether you kill or not depends on the situation." Shu Mingcheng pulled a chair over and sat on it, then leaned on the back of the chair and smiled, "But don't worry, I won't touch you."

Although he was really interested in this kid before, but after what happened to the Lan family, he would never touch Lan Jing again.

Moreover, his son has an affair with this little Lan Jing, so of course the father can't touch anyone who touches his son like a beast.

Lan Jing didn't know what Shu Mingcheng was thinking, and still stared at him vigilantly.

Shu Mingcheng kept him and didn't kill him. From Lan Jing's point of view, this person still had that kind of thought about him.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm keeping you just not killing you for the time being."

Shu Mingcheng pointed his chin with his index finger, paused and said, "Actually, the matter about the Lan family..."

Xu Shi has never lowered his posture to others. Shu Mingcheng paused as soon as he opened his mouth. After a long silence, he looked at Lan Jing who suddenly sat up and said with murderous intent, "Although I don't want to excuse myself. , but still need to explain.”

"The Lan family's accident was indeed caused by me. At that time, I was a little interested in you and mentioned it, but I didn't instruct my subordinates to forcefully bring you back, nor did I let him use it to blackmail the Lan family. Forcing you to a dead end."

"If you can let go of your hatred and promise not to take revenge in the future, I will let you go now, and I will compensate you as much as possible."

"Compensate me?" Lan Jing sneered, "My parents are dead, the only thing you can pay me back is your life!"

"Also, do you think I will believe what you just said? Qi Yongsheng is also dead, and what you say now is dead without evidence."

"Even if what you said is true, it's because you don't know people clearly, and your casual sentence cost the Lan family three lives!"

Lan Jing was very emotional, and the thin chain tied to the head of the bed was rattled by his wrist.

"You were the culprit in the first place, why are you pretending to be a good person now!"

Shu Mingcheng was silent, he actually didn't want to say this.

For a person like him, even if the people below cheat him to death, he will silently carry the blame and never pick himself out.

Moreover, this kind of person often knows his mistakes and corrects them but does not admit them. Even if the whole world says you are wrong, he will not bow his head and admit it.

But for my son...

Shu Mingcheng couldn't help but rubbed the center of his brows, sighed very sadly, and secretly cursed that bastard who didn't like who he liked, so he had to take a fancy to this kid in front of him.

In this case, he really can't save this kid's life.

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In the afternoon, Shu Mingcheng was standing in front of the fish tank feeding some tropical fish, when Cong Lang barged in with a cold face.

"What about people?"

Shu Mingcheng handed the jar of fish food to the butler, clapped his hands, turned around and asked knowingly, "Who is it?"

Cong Lang stared at his father coldly for a while, then sat down on the sofa, and said expressionlessly, "Old Shu, you have to pretend to be here with me, right?"

"I'm pretending to be a fart!" Shu Mingcheng felt frustrated at Lan Jing's place. He was already very angry, but seeing his son's attitude now, he became even more angry.

He picked up the ashtray very smoothly, then thought that if he hurt this kid, the old man would probably skin him, so he snorted and put it down again.

Cong Lang completely ignored Shu Mingcheng's anger, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and asked, "How is he? You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"Dead." Shu Mingcheng snorted.

Cong Lang raised his eyelids and looked at him, and he sighed after a while, "Old Shu, what on earth are you thinking?"

"Two choices," Shu Mingcheng held up two fingers, and then put down another one, "One, you leave him; two, he dies."

Cong Lang paused his smoking hand, half of the ash fell off and landed on the carpet.

He stared at Shu Mingcheng, and Shu Mingcheng also looked at him.

"Are you kidding me?" Cong Lang asked.

"No." Shu Mingcheng rarely said seriously.

Cong Lang nodded, reached into his underwear pocket to feel around, took out a gun, and pointed it at Shu Mingcheng.

The butler who was standing by the side was almost scared out of his wits when he saw it, and immediately rushed forward and said anxiously, "Master, this can't be done!"

And Shu Mingcheng stared at Cong Lang without changing his face.

"Uncle Qi, what are you thinking about?" Cong Lang curled his lips, twirled the gun around on his index finger, retracted it, and held it in his hand.

"Dad," Cong Lang took out his pocket again, took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, flattened it, and pushed it in front of Shu Mingcheng.

"On the way here, I knew you would let me choose this way, so I will give you two choices."

The corners of Shu Mingcheng's eyes twitched when he saw the piece of paper, on which was written a letter of commitment to sever the relationship between father and son.

The barrel of the gun in Cong Lang's hand knocked down on the table, and he also smiled and raised two fingers, "One, I either die in front of you today, or two, you sign it, choose."