novelslam Chapter 352 Chu Yuwei is begging on the street? Lin Zhou walks by without glancing at her.
Chapter 352 Chu Yuwei is begging on the street? Lin Zhou walks by without glancing at her.
"The Chu family's power is waning, and those young masters who have set up their own households will never amount to anything. I have no interest in kicking them while they're down."
Lin Zhou coldly slapped Li Ming's hand away, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
He didn't even glance at the Chu family's former subordinates who were peeking around outside the restaurant.
In the face of absolute power, any resistance is futile.
After attending Zhou Yang's wedding.
The once clear night sky was suddenly filled with a dense drizzle.
The cold rain pattered against the dark windows of the bulletproof Maybach, producing a dull, dense rustling sound.
Old Chen steadily pressed the accelerator.
The streamlined car body tore through the rain and turned into an old, well-established street in Beijing.
This place is some distance from the bustling city center, and the blue bricks and black tiles on both sides exude a damp, twilight-like atmosphere under the dim streetlights.
"This rain is really heavy; the flight back to the island will probably be delayed."
Su Qingge sat in the back row and glanced with some concern at Lin An, who was fast asleep in her arms.
Nuonuo, meanwhile, was lying on the back of a leather chair on the other side, tilting her little head and blinking her big eyes as she looked out the window at the raindrops that formed a line under the light.
"Delay is delay, so be it. At worst, we can book an entire floor of an airport hotel for the kids to sleep in."
Lin Zhou held his wife's cold fingers, gently stroking her soft hand with his thumb.
This worldly tranquility made his entire being relax.
The car glided to a narrow intersection.
Because several electric tricycles carrying miscellaneous items were scraping each other in the rain ahead, Lao Chen had to slow down.
Just as the car wheel rolled over a puddle and slowly came to a stop in front of the zebra crossing.
Lin Zhou's unusually sharp eyes casually swept across the arcades along the roadside through a one-way glass panel covered with explosion-proof film.
That corner is a dilapidated garbage sorting and recycling station.
A cold draft, carrying rainwater, poured heavily onto the concrete steps.
The crowd hurried down the steps.
Everyone was holding up umbrellas to avoid the rain; no one wanted to linger near the garbage dump for even a second longer.
And in that dirtiest, smelliest corner.
A hunched woman, her clothes so worn and faded they were unrecognizable, was huddled tightly under a tattered plastic sheet covered in mold.
She clutched a chipped plastic basin tightly in her hand, containing only a few rusted coins and two half-rotten banknotes soaked by rainwater.
The woman's face was half hidden in her dirty, dry, and tangled hair.
The other half of his face, which was exposed, was covered with large patches of dark red burn scars, pitted and uneven, ugly and hideous.
That was the mark left in a basement fire when the Chu family went bankrupt and creditors came knocking.
Chu Yuwei, who was once so arrogant that she considered herself the number one socialite in the capital and even treated Lin Zhou like an obedient lapdog.
now.
He knelt there, so miserable, dejected, and humble, in the stagnant water that reeked of decay.
She was so cold that her whole body turned blue and purple, like a mangy dog abandoned by the world, shivering in the cold rain of a winter night.
"Please have mercy... give me some food... I haven't eaten for three days..."
Chu Yuwei's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusted iron rubbing together.
Her empty eyes were fixed on the passing leather shoes and umbrellas, and her lips were so dry and cracked that dark red blood trickled from them.
She had no idea.
At this very moment, in that luxurious Maybach less than two meters away from her.
The man she once discarded like trash, who later pushed her into an abyss of no return, was now quietly watching her with an indifferent gaze, almost as if looking down on an ant.
Two meters.
This is the absolute distance between heaven and hell.
Chu Yuwei trembled as she stretched out her hand, which was covered in chilblains and had half a fingernail missing, trying to grab a half-eaten, dirty bread that a passerby had thrown away.
The bread fell into the muddy water and was instantly stained black.
She, however, acted as if she had found a priceless treasure, and couldn't wait to stuff it into that shriveled mouth.
Inside the train carriage.
Lin Zhou watched this scene quietly.
His eyes were calm, showing neither the satisfaction of revenge nor even the slightest hint of regret or pity.
The system in my mind didn't even trigger the most basic notification sound.
For Lin Zhou now, the name Chu Yuwei has been completely removed from his microcosm.
A deity who has already stood on the altar and looked down upon all living beings.
Why would anyone care whether a bedbug lying in the mud waiting to die dies from hunger or cold?
His state of mind reached absolute perfection at this moment.
Lin Zhou saw it.
But he didn't even blink.
The instant the car started moving again, he quickly and without hesitation turned his gaze away.
Throughout the entire process, his gaze didn't linger on the woman for even a second.
look steadily forward.
"Dad, what are you looking at?"
Nuonuo curiously came over and rubbed her little head against Lin Zhou's arm.
Lin Zhou smiled gently, then reached out and pulled the curtains shut, completely shutting out the dirty, cruel reality outside from his daughter's sight.
"Nothing much, just saw a little ant looking for water in the rain."
Lin Zhou hugged his daughter.
Do ants have homes?
Nuonuo innocently raised her head, her big eyes full of clarity.
"Yes, its home is in the deepest black hole, a place it chose itself."
Lin Zhou spoke calmly, then turned to look at Su Qingge, who was resting with her eyes closed and a relieved smile on her lips.
The car crushed the mud and water, then accelerated suddenly.
The Maybach's red taillights left two dazzling streaks of light in the downpour before disappearing instantly around the corner of the old street.
Chu Yuwei seemed to have sensed something.
She jerked her head up nervously, staring intently at the rear of the luxury car that had disappeared into the rain.
I don't know why.
Her heart clenched violently at that moment, and a sense of impending doom and utter despair overwhelmed her.
She clung tightly to the mud-covered bread.
Sitting in the cold sewage, he suddenly burst into tears without warning.
The cries were mournful and piercing.
But in the next second, it was completely swallowed up by the sound of the torrential rain, leaving no trace.
"Young Master, the private airport is just ahead."
Old Chen said something in a low voice from the front.
"I'll board the plane right away. I never want to smell that fishy, rainy smell in Beijing again in my life."
Lin Zhou tucked the blanket around his son and gave instructions without looking up.
"Lin Zhou, has the Chu family completely absolved themselves this time?"
Su Qingge slowly opened her eyes, leaning lazily on his shoulder as she asked.