12dz Chapter 908 Where is Deng Zhouyi
Chapter 908 Where is Deng Zhouyi
In the dining room of Yu Fei's villa, the morning light was cut into tiny spots by the window lattices and fell on the white porcelain spoon that An Yu put down.
Teng Zijing's heartbeat seemed to be gripped by something, and the word "if not" just now was like a hanging needle, pricking his heart.
"Xiao Yu...what should we do if An Tai doesn't get better?" His voice trembled without him even noticing, his eyes fixed on her drooping eyelashes.
An Yu didn't look up, her fingertips gently stroking the corner of the doll's clothes. Her voice was as light as a layer of thin ice: "I will return the marriage property notarization agreement to you."
The air froze instantly. Yu Fei paused holding his chopsticks and glanced at Teng Zijing quietly.
That face that always showed anger or dominance now seemed to have lost all its strength and turned frighteningly pale.
He didn't say another word, but slowly stood up, and the chair legs made a scratching sound on the floor.
He turned and walked out of the restaurant, his back straight, yet revealing an indescribable loneliness, and even his footsteps were so light as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
The resort on the outskirts of the city was immersed in the twilight, and the old buildings were like forgotten chess pieces, scattered in the weeds.
Deng Zhouyi walked out of the dusty flour mill. The wind blew into the open collar of his suit, bringing a damp coolness.
"Assistant Deng, there's none here!"
"We searched all those buildings to the west, but there was no one there!"
The reports from the subordinates came one after another, all of them expressing their fatigue that could not be concealed.
Deng Zhouyi raised his hand in disbelief and smoothed his hair. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sneezed three times in a row, making his eyes sore.
"This is weird... Where can Qi Haoyu hide?" He put his hands on his hips.
His eyes swept across the eerily quiet resort. "That suspicious car was just lying nearby. How could the people there just disappear out of thin air?"
The sky gradually darkened, and the shadows of the trees in the distance looked like ghosts with bared fangs and claws. A subordinate in a suit came over,
The voice was hesitant. "Assistant Deng, we've been waiting for two days. How about we retreat first? Let the brothers on duty come over and continue the search?"
Deng Zhouyi rubbed his heavy temples and looked at his men, each with dark circles under their eyes and unsteady steps.
Finally, he nodded. "Let's go back. Tell the replacement clearly to focus on checking those abandoned warehouses and basements. There must be something we missed."
Just as he finished speaking, he was hit by another burst of sneezes, which made him unable to straighten his back.
"Assistant Deng, there's something wrong with you," someone nearby quickly supported him, "You're pale. How about we take you to the hospital?"
"No need." Deng Zhouyi waved his hand, his voice hoarse, "Just take me to Dongheng Residential Area."
As the convoy drove away from the resort, the headlights split the dark twilight, and the deserted pavilions and towers were left behind like a dream.
The street lights in Dongheng Community were dimly lit. Deng Zhouyi dragged his lead-filled legs into the apartment building. The corridor was filled with the smell of cooking fumes from the residents.
He stopped in front of a door on the third floor, hesitated for two seconds, then raised his hand and knocked gently.
"Here I come!" A cheerful female voice came from the door, followed by a "click".
The moment she opened the door, Yu Qianqian looked up at Deng Zhouyi, her eyes suddenly widened, obviously she did not expect that the person coming would be Deng Zhouyi.
"Deng Zhouyi? Why are you here?" She looked him up and down - his hair was messy,
There were grass scraps on his suit, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been fished out of the mud. I was stunned for a moment.
Deng Zhouyi frowned, with a barely perceptible coldness in his tone: "You are a girl living here,
Don't you know who it is before you open the door? Don't you have any safety knowledge?"
Yu Qianqian was choked and couldn't speak. She opened her mouth and could only utter "I..."
Before she could think of a rebuttal, Deng Zhouyi suddenly sneezed twice loudly, and his shoulders were shaking.
Yu Qianqian finally came to her senses and quickly stepped aside: "Come in and talk!"
Deng Zhouyi walked into the living room and saw the pillows piled on the sofa. He must have been very tired.
He was extremely rough when taking off his coat, and threw the suit on the floor at the door with a "bang".
He sat down on the sofa and glanced at the half-finished cup of milk tea on the coffee table. Without thinking, he picked it up and drank it all in a few gulps.
Yu Qianqian seemed to be hesitant to speak: "That was me..." She drank but didn't say it out loud, and the cup was empty.
Deng Zhouyi had just put down the cup when his stomach growled at an inopportune moment, the sound being particularly clear in the quiet living room.
Deng Zhouyi's cheeks flushed red, and his eyes were a little evasive. Yu Qianqian looked at his rare embarrassment.
I couldn't help but curl my lips: "It's so late, you haven't eaten yet? Can I make you a bowl of noodles?"
Deng Zhouyi nodded, as a sign of agreement.
Just as Yu Qianqian was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, he suddenly said, "By the way, do you mind if I borrow the bathroom to take a shower?"
"Don't mind, don't mind!" Yu Qianqian quickly ran to the balcony cabinet to look for it.
He took out a new set of toothbrush, toothpaste and towel, walked up to Deng Zhouyi, and handed it to him with both hands.
Her fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand, and it burned so much that she retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She lowered her head and quickly walked into the kitchen.
Soon the sound of water splashing was heard in the bathroom.
Deng Zhouyi stood under the shower, the hot water washed away the fatigue from days of running around, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he finished washing in a short while.
When he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his hair was still dripping with water. The water droplets slid down his neck into the towel, outlining the firm lines of his muscles.
The soft light in the living room could not conceal the warm yellow light coming from the kitchen, reflecting Yu Qianqian's busy figure in front of the stove.
He didn't bother her and sat on the sofa, flipping through his phone for a while, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
Finally, I simply grabbed a pillow and hugged it in my arms, curled up on the sofa, and fell into a deep sleep in a few minutes.
When Yu Qianqian came out with a bowl of hot egg noodles, she saw this scene:
Deng Zhouyi lay on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed. His usually sharp edges softened in the dim light.
He was still holding the pillow tightly in his arms, breathing evenly like a child.
She suddenly remembered his strong and domineering kiss when she first met him in the office of Xingteng Restaurant.
Without losing the desire of a gentleman, it turns out that when he lets down his guard, he is so... charming.
No wonder I fell in love with him the first time I met him.
Just as he was watching intently, Deng Zhouyi suddenly sneezed again, but he didn't wake up, he just curled up into the pillow.
Yu Qianqian's heart tightened, and she quickly put down the bowl, ran to the bedroom, picked up a thin quilt, and gently covered him with it.
She picked up the suit from the floor, shook off the dust, walked into the bathroom, stuffed his clothes into the washing machine, and pressed the start button.
The next morning, Yu Qianqian opened the bedroom door and the living room was quiet.
Deng Zhouyi was still lying on the sofa, his posture had not changed much, but his face was abnormally flushed.
The bowl of egg noodles was placed on the coffee table. It was completely cold and no one had touched it.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over, squatted down, and reached out to touch his forehead - it was burning hot!
"Deng Zhouyi? Deng Zhouyi?" She pushed him gently, but there was no response.
Yu Qianqian panicked and frantically took out her phone, her fingertips trembling:
"Hello? Is this 120? This is Building 3 of Dongheng Community... Someone has a high fever and is unconscious. Come quickly!"
Not long after, the sound of ambulance sirens came from far away, piercing the tranquility of the community.
When the medical staff rushed into the room carrying a stretcher, Yu Qianqian was standing there at a loss, with red eyes.
"The patient's temperature is 39.8 degrees Celsius, accompanied by drowsiness. Prepare for infusion!"
"Be careful, be steady when you lift it!"
Deng Zhouyi was carefully carried onto a stretcher. Yu Qianqian hurriedly grabbed her wallet and keys, locked the door, and followed the ambulance to the hospital.
The shadows of the trees outside the car window quickly receded. She looked at Deng Zhouyi, whose face was flushed on the stretcher.
My heart felt like it was blocked by something, sour and bitter - this man who always spoke tough and seemed fearless, turned out to be sick and so fragile.
When Teng Zijing walked out of Yu Fei's villa, the sun was shining brightly, but it could not reach the corner of his heart where ice had accumulated.
He slammed the car door shut, and the engine roared as it rushed out of the villa area, eventually stopping at the observation deck in the Haikou area.
He stood leaning against the railing for the whole afternoon, with the construction team busy at work below him.
The roar of the tower crane and the clanging of steel bars came one after another, making the surroundings around him even quieter.
The sea breeze ruffled his hair, bringing with it a salty and bitter smell, as if it wanted to sweep away the depression in his heart.
But he couldn't blow away the surging bitterness. What had he done wrong?
For seven years, more than 2,500 days and nights, he was like guarding an isolated city, waiting for her to come back.
But the truth behind her return was like a knife tempered with ice - Qiu Beichen's death became her heart knot.
She ran abroad and aborted their child without telling anyone. Her original intention of returning to China was not for him, but to avenge another man.
Putting aside whether Qiu Beichen's death had anything to do with him, why should An Yu put the blame on herself for his sake?
Now that the truth has finally been revealed, he thought that all the wrinkles have been ironed out.
Just when I thought I had finally grasped my happiness, my peace fell apart;
But An Yu casually drew a line in the sand with the phrase "three-year agreement," even preparing a retreat. Disowning him...was she really that determined to draw a line between them?
Qi Haoyu has not been found yet, and there are new complications on An Yu's side. At this critical juncture, his subordinates don't even have any news.
Teng Zijing clenched his knuckles until they turned white when he thought of this. He suddenly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. The three words "Deng Zhouyi" on the screen hurt his eyes.
The phone was dialed, and a monotonous "beep" sound came from the receiver. It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Teng Zijing cursed, his anger rising: "You little bastard, how dare you not answer my call? Are you itching for trouble?"
He took a deep breath and pressed the dial button again, but the receiver still received a cold busy tone, over and over again.
As his anger burned, a sense of unease crept into his heart. Deng Zhouyi never dared to delay his work, and this unusual silence made him frown even more.
He opened the address book, found Lu Feng's number and dialed it. The call was answered almost instantly.
"Hey, Master Jing, what can I do for you?" Lu Feng's voice was a little hoarse from just waking up, but it was full of respect.
"Where is Deng Zhouyi?" Teng Zijing's voice was as cold as ice.
Lu Feng paused for a moment and quickly replied, "Master Jing, we evacuated from the resort last night. The brothers couldn't stand it anymore, so they changed shifts.
I sent Assistant Deng to the gate of Dongheng Community. He said he would go in and asked us to go back first..."
Teng Zijing hung up the phone before he could finish.
Dongheng Community?
He stared at his phone screen, his eyes darkening. The sea breeze blew faster, lifting the corner of his clothes like a flag that had lost its direction.