Chapter 55 Which Kind of Madness
#A man and a woman had a conflict in the Alpha store, and the Beta security guard calmly crawled forward and did not forget to fix his hair#
Cui Jing slept until the afternoon and woke up to casually check the Internet. Everyone was laughing at the beginning of the topic, but as she scrolled down, she saw all kinds of things and the topic gradually went off track.
Isn’t this a famous wealthy area?
Alpha just needs □ (harmony), □ is released every day, he □.
If you have a Teddy bear, you can’t leave the comment section without getting kicked a few times.
#As the future successor, can Zhai Yang, an out-of-control Alpha, make rational decisions? #
#The advantage of being at the helm of an Alpha is that it is difficult for the enemy to kill him? #
＃The security guard responded that it was just the hair that blocked the view. ＃
The fact that this hot topic can be seen by Cui Jing, who tends to be disconnected from the Internet, shows that the Internet has exploded, and the videos reposted by most accounts are not clear.
She saw clearly another overlooked party to the fight from a video submitted by a passerby to the rich family gossip.
Rich Family Gossip Bot: The young master of the Zhai family and the only daughter of the suspected wealthy Fan family had a fight, and the previous cooperation between the two families fell through, and a rift appeared in their relationship.
Refresh the webpage again and it prompts: 404 not found.
The webpage has been deleted.
Cui Jing's fingers tightened as she held the phone. Fan Ci'en. This was the next person who lost control in her out-of-control life after the ABO split.
There is no information about her on some websites or websites, and we can only get some information such as her birthplace, ancestral home, graduation from the Department of Philosophy at New York University, and chairman of Kyoto Investment Co., Ltd. from private detectives in the circle.
Unlike Zhai Yang, the internet celebrity, who has attracted attention for his status and appearance since college, the video of him giving a motivational speech to students when he returned to school after graduation has been circulated everywhere.
There is no video of Fan Ci'en's activities that has been circulated publicly, and from the only contact she had, Cui Jing felt that she was too out of control.
But in mid-November she will file for divorce.
"She is a big hidden danger after the divorce...I don't know when she will explode." She is still Zhai Yang's wife, so she has to be a little cautious.
Cui Jing bit her nails lightly, leaving a small tooth mark, and murmured, "The information is too paper-based, and we have too little contact. I don't understand her at all."
Unlike her understanding of a biography of a person, she didn't know Zhai Yang and Xue Yijie, the people around them, their attack points and taboos, and she didn't know what kind of madness she had.
As the saying goes, the barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes. Aren’t madmen barefoot?
Cui Jing clicked on the file sent by Wang Xiaoming. She might get more information than the private detective had.
It's a bunch of video files.
[Student Xiao Ming]: My uncle likes to play ball and he wanted to develop in the Flower Country. He acquired the golf course and the billiard hall next door. When I saw that Fan was a member there, I copied the surveillance video. I hope it will be useful to you.
[Student Xiao Ming]: Why is she annoying you? How about I ask my uncle to help me knock it over.
Cui Jing's mind buzzed and she sat up straight.
The phone by the window made a dull "bang" sound. She typed the wrong letter on the virtual keyboard and hesitated for several seconds before replying: Don't provoke her yet.
Don't be like the male protagonist, who makes people curious but unable to get what they want, and then takes things by force to disgust others.
“Not black!”
Cui Jing put down her phone and saw that it was scratching the window again. She probably saw the small flying mosquito, and it made the noise because it hit the glass just now.
The back of Buhei's head was round and motionless, and the tips of its ears trembled. Cui Jing knew that the sound was too low and Buhei, whose ears were half-destroyed, could not hear it, so she walked over and picked it up.
"Silly, the window is dangerous."
Cui Jing carried it downstairs. She had a long, narrow purple ribbon wrapped around her neck to match her clothes. Buhei's attention was drawn to it, and he pulled the ribbon on one side of her body longer.
"Young lady."
Nanny Wu Xiaohong saw Cui Jing in the small storeroom, holding a cat in one hand, bent over, with her hair hanging down, perhaps blocking her view, and she was trying to lift her hair up with one hand with some difficulty.
"I remember the cat bag was placed here."
Cui Jing was afraid that he would get covered in dust if he went in, so she could only hold him tenderly and scold him in a tender voice: "You little cripple, you are so naughty."
"Let me help you find it, Madam." Wu Xiaohong looked at her cold profile, her slender neck slightly reddened by the ribbon.
The fitted dark purple satin coat was not as loose as usual, outlining the swelling and undulation of her chest, her slender waist, and the sleeves that were long to her wrists and hung in a winding arc.
The skirt is ankle-length.
As Wu Xiaohong lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the cold ankle with the blue veins faintly visible as her skirt swayed slightly.
She lowered her head and said hurriedly, "Young... Young Master seems to have put it in the guest room. I remember seeing it when I was cleaning. I'll go upstairs and take a look."
Cui Jing squatted down holding Buhei.
It has been eight months since I last had a dark complexion. My hair started to grow longer some time ago. I guess the awkward period is almost over. My face has not changed much. Before, I said it had a small V-face, which was a nice way of describing it. A more unpleasant way of describing it is a pointed chin and monkey cheeks.
Cui Jing hugged it and gave it a PUA. "You are ugly and a little disabled, but mom will love you."
Not black ears turning.
A familiar sound came into its ears not too loudly, and it listened hard.
During the days when Buhei was in estrus, Cui Jing sometimes heard its sharp cries. The old house had no windows sealed, and she was afraid that it would be bored if she locked it in the room alone. But if she put it on the first floor, she was afraid that it would run away if no one was watching it. Cui Jing decided to go back to her own large flat as soon as possible.
"Young Madam, we found it." Wu Xiaohong went downstairs carrying the cat bag.
The spiral staircase in the huge villa was built narrow and high, providing perfect conditions for committing a crime. A person could lie on the carpet on the first floor at any time.
There are traps everywhere.
Cui Jing glanced at the carpet for a few seconds, then stuffed Buhei neatly into the cat bag. "Tell the driver to get ready to go to the veterinary hospital. I won't be back for dinner tonight, so I'll go straight back."
The door opened and a person came in and passed by her. It was Zhai Xia Xia.
She dyed her hair and her whole body looked like a ball of fire. "Let the things go over there."
Cui Jing's originally nonchalant expression disappeared after she saw clearly what the workers moved in.
That's a mirror.
Cui Jing walked over slowly and stopped in front of the unpacked box with a name written on it.
Narcissism (Narcissus).
Named after Narcissus, the beautiful boy in ancient Greek mythology who fell in love with his own reflection in the water, the mirror is inlaid with a circle of gems that should have been carefully stored away in the finest velvet, and silver threads outline the branches and leaves.
She had seen the exact same mirror in her dream.
If everything in dreams is a distorted projection of reality, then what does this mirror that appears in the dream before reality indicate?
Cui Jing's body was reflected in the mirror.
Zhai Xia Xia looked at the person in the mirror, watching the silk ribbon that was stretched to her waist by the playful cat swaying. Her sight was drawn to her taut belly with a slight bulge in the center under the silk, which contained her uterus.
It is easy for her to associate it with some extreme and suffocating love.
She knows the feeling of hugging a woman. Most Nordic women have a body shape that is considered "burly" in the eyes of Chinese people. There are many girls with small bellies, and they are very soft.
Zhai Xia Xia: "Do you like this mirror? It was not easy to get an appointment with Master Lina, and the construction period was as long as half a year. I will not give it up."
If you beg me, I might consider it.
Zhai Xia Xia rarely saw Cui Jing showing obvious interest in anything recently, so she thought she liked it.
"Do not."
"Hmph! That's great. It's so funny. I'm not necessarily asking you to..." Zhai Xia Xia muttered as she went upstairs.
Cui Jing seemed to see in the mirror a Sujuan long skirt that did not exist in her closet, but only existed in her dreams.
She was about to put on the matching high heels, went upstairs and curiously pushed open a door, and Xue Yijie's eyes were behind the cage cloth.
Pitiful.
But... so what? Cui Jing hummed a song while waiting for the driver to drive the car from the underground garage to the door, and then went to the pet hospital to give Buhei a physical examination as a transfer.
Everything was normal after it was not dark, and I finally took a taxi back to Xingfu Community.
The living room has pleasant daylight, but is a little too quiet.
"Meow meow."
Bu Hei spoke up to break the silence.
After the last time, Qin Sheng left with her few crooked and broken clothes. Her vacation was over and she ran around like Yuan Cui Jing did half a year before graduation.
"Go home."
Cui Jing rubbed her head, made herself a cup of tea, and then sat down to open the file that Wang Xiaoming shared with her.
After decompressing the video, it was quite clear. It was the surveillance video in the hall.
There is no sound, and it is no different from watching a silent movie. On the screen, there are Fan Ci'en and several men and women, with the ratio being roughly half and half. In public, only Fan Ci'en is the only one holding a cigarette between his fingertips, looking very self-centered.
The woman in white said something and hit Fan Ci'en a few times in a non-teasing manner, but Fan Ci'en didn't react.
Cui Jing's lips were a little dry. She took a sip of the cold brew tea. Her fingertips felt cold. She felt that she should not have made cold brew tea, but should have made hot tea to warm her hands.
The light from the screen illuminated her pale face, and she paused to look carefully at the face of the woman in white.
When Fan Ci'en was holding her down and raping her, the woman was holding a cell phone behind her. Cui Jing looked at her helplessly and the woman licked her lower lips.
There was an unclear conversation.
Someone asked: "Can this be filmed?"
"No face shots, we agreed on that."
“You haven’t captured this yet?”
"Just cut it off." The woman in white said nonchalantly, "Would you like some soup later?"
That photo was taken by her.
The surveillance continued. Cui Jing matched the man with the private detective's information. Secretary Zhang, who also served as a personal assistant, had also appeared as a background board in popular fighting videos. More often, his role was that of a personal assistant, commonly known as a follower.
Assistant Zhang stepped back with the pool cue and poked Fan Ci'en who was behind him. Fan Ci'en turned around and pressed Assistant Zhang's head to the pool table. The flesh on his face was squeezed and deformed, and he was slapped on the head.
Assistant Zhang got up and continued playing without any resentment.
Monitoring suspended.
Is Fan Ci'en more tolerant of same-sex behavior than opposite-sex behavior an isolated case or...
Cui Jing took another sip of the tea, but couldn't drink it anymore. The cold fragrance slid down her throat and seeped into her internal organs, but she felt an uncomfortable feeling of acid reflux and covered her lips and dry-heaved a few times.
Don't let her influence you, Cui Jing.
she told herself.
Cui Jing divided the remaining videos equally, and after watching today's task, she closed her computer and stopped thinking about it. She picked up the handle of the cold brew kettle and poured a pot of fine tea into the kitchen sink.
I carried the flower watering can I just bought from the British official website to the balcony to water the plants.