Chapter Eleven Your Eyes

  "You're taking advantage of me!"

  "Twenty-five thousand yuan."

  "You!"

  "Twenty-six thousand." Wang Zhēng still had that smiling expression, but the affable expression he thought was very strong looked extremely punchable to Shàngguān Shīshī.

  Shangguan Shi finally didn't dare say anything more, because she knew that if they kept arguing, Wang Zheng would definitely keep increasing the price, and in the end, she wouldn't be able to refuse even if she wanted to.

  "How's that, still speaking?" Wang Zhong had a sunny and warm face, but in Shangguan Shi's eyes, this guy looked sinister no matter how he looked.

  "Alright, alright." Officer Shi Shi hastily replied.

  "Thirty thousand yuan, okay."

  Wang Zheng started picking up silver needles: "Hurry up and lie down properly, lift your clothes."

  Shangguan Shi's face was filled with grief and indignation. This damned guy, how could he take advantage of me like this at a time like this!

  "This is infuriating!" Shangguan Shi was silently cursing the smiling guy. Her two good sisters, not one of them spoke up to help her, instead they were covering their mouths and giggling, especially Han Xingye, who had a completely schadenfreude expression.

  "Hmph, after this matter is over, I must make that guy's chest even more swollen!"

  …………

  Wang Zheng's face was focused, his two fingers lightly pinching the silver needle, moving up and down, while another hand gently stroked the smooth and flat abdomen of Shangguan Shi Shi, with a gentle movement.

  As Wang Zhensilver needle and fingers moved, Shangguan Shi only felt a faint cool air gently wandering in her lower abdomen. The place that was burning with pain just now has slowly calmed down after being stimulated by this faint cool air. The cool air continued to permeate the painful area, making the scorching pain lighter and lighter until it disappeared.

  "It's so amazing, it really worked!" Shangguan Shi couldn't help but exclaim!

  "Besides, I'll give you a whole number, 40,000," said Wang Zhen, taking out the silver needle.

  Shangguan Shi excitedly said: "Don't mention 40,000 anymore, if it's really cured, I'll give you 100,000!"

  Sheng Fei saw the miraculous effect of Wang Zhong's needle, and also understood that this bodyguard really had a magical medical skill, and his trust in him deepened.

  "How is Wang Zheng and Shi Shi doing?"

  "Her?" Wang Zheng glanced at Shangguan Shi and then touched his left hand, saying: "Oh, the situation is good, no excess fat on my lower abdomen, very elastic..."

  "Ah, Wang Zheng, I'm going to kill you..." The scream that was like a murder again came from the villa on Tianping Mountain, courtesy of Shangguan Shi.

  …………

  Wang Zheng sat in the sightseeing cafe, from which he could see the entire view of the giant Rong International Building across the street.

  Jù Róng International is the headquarters of the Shàngguān family, with a height of 315 meters, and is also one of the iconic buildings in the capital. All commands guiding the Shàngguān family's business giant are being formulated here by the helmsman Shàngguān family, and it's no exaggeration to say that every time a sound is made here, the economic lifeline of the entire Huáxià will tremble.

  The Hyatt Regency Observation Coffee Shop where Wang Zheng is located is also very famous, located on the top floor of the five-star hotel Hyatt, with a height equal to that of Jiarong International.

  Today is the weekend, Shangguan Shi came to Julong for an internship. From now on, she needs to prepare for everything to inherit this wealthy family. Wang Zheng didn't follow her in, and Shangguan Shi doesn't need him to provide 24-hour protection either. If something were to happen even in the Shangguan family's headquarters, it would only show that Shangguan Zheng is not qualified enough as a father. However, based on data analysis, Shangguan Zheng obviously won't make such a low-level mistake.

  Wang Zhen held a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, sipping it slowly as he gazed at the commercial giant across from him, JF International, which was entirely encased in bulletproof glass that sparkled dazzlingly. If one were to launch a sniper attack from outside, they would be unable to find any weak point to break through.

  It is said that this building can even withstand a magnitude 7 earthquake, but obviously there was no opportunity to verify this claim.

  With just a quick glance, Wang Zhong took in the movements of everyone in the entire coffee shop. This ability was also honed from his many years as an assassin. In specific locations, his sense of smell was often even sharper than that of a wolf.

  Across from Wang Zheng, a girl with a ponytail and wearing a light yellow sport shirt was typing away on her computer, occasionally lifting her head to gaze out the window at the scenery, a look of intoxication in her eyes, yet also a hint of melancholy that wasn't quite clear.

  Years of being an assassin had honed Wang Zhong's observational skills to a fine point, and the girl's emotions did not escape his notice.

  It seemed like she felt Wang Zhong's gaze on her, the girl smiled slightly at Wang Zhong, nodded slightly, and then continued to lower her head, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

  At this time, Wang Zhong was stunned.

  What eyes they were!

  The girl looked like she was only 21 or 22 years old, with a university student appearance, small in stature, very fair skin, and looked delicate and lovely.

  If it were just like this, it would absolutely not attract Wang Da Bao's attention.

  To say the least, this girl has a pair of eyes that can make people infatuated at first sight. Her big eyes seem to be talking, floating and agile, yet with a hint of sadness and kindness.

  The eyes are the windows of the soul, and without a doubt, the kind of temperament and emotion that shines through this girl's eyes can absolutely make men sink in an instant.

  This unusual lethality is extremely deadly.

  Our King Da Bao is extremely narcissistic, he is very confident in his ability to read people, through these eyes, he can clearly feel the girl's inner world filled with kindness, and that faint, imperceptible melancholy.

  Wang Zhong suddenly became very interested in the girl in front of him, this was the first time such a situation had happened to him in many years. Of course, Wang Da Bao would never be stupid enough to go up and ask her age, name, address, if she had a boyfriend, or if she wanted to hang out, etc., he had his own way of investigating, with just a few movements and eye contact, he could accurately judge someone's character.

  What a wonderful person the owner of such infinitely beautiful eyes would be!

  There's no doubt that Sheng Fei, Shang Guan Shi Shi, and Han Xing Ye are all one-in-a-million beauties, with perfect facial features and figures. However, if the girl in front of him were to stand alongside these three, Wang Zheng could confidently say that every man's gaze would be drawn to this girl, or more precisely, to her eyes. In comparison, Sheng Fei and the other two exceptional beauties seemed slightly duller.

  While Wang Zheng was deep in thought, the girl seemed to have finished writing, closed her laptop and stood up to leave the cafe.

  Wang Zheng also stood up, adjusted his clothes and followed from a distance.

  If it wasn't for him intentionally exposing himself, then the entire world would not be able to find more than ten people who knew that Wang Zhong was following them. And this girl in front of him was naturally not among those ten people.

  As she walked out of the Hyatt, the girl headed towards the bus stop. From a distance, her figure couldn't be said to be outstanding, far from the likes of Han Xingye's youthful face and voluptuous breasts, and was even somewhat average. However, Wang Da's gaze was still firmly drawn to her back.

  The bus stop in Huaxia is always crowded with all sorts of beggars, and even the capital, an international metropolis, is no exception. These beggars seem to be using their bodies to express the cruelty of the world or the darkness of human nature, which is also a kind of silent protest.

  A middle-aged man with two broken legs lay on a small sled, the sound was turned up loud, propped up by his hands and sliding along, it's unknown how long he hadn't taken a bath, in the sweltering summer, a foul odor emanated from his body, passersby couldn't help but cover their noses and quickly leave, not even wanting to take another glance at him.

  Another disabled beggar.

  Those dull and numb eyes looked at this world that abandoned him, looking at the people who came and went but did not want to take a second glance at him. Perhaps this disabled beggar had already gotten used to such gazes from others, he didn't even let out a sigh, still woodenly propping himself up, inching forward bit by bit.

  Life itself is not scary, what's scary is being numbed and brutalized by it.

  Wang Zhong knew that for these people who were born with or acquired disabilities, his medical skills were of no use. Even if he were to cure them by chance, there would be no significant change. For years of suffering had made everything unimportant, and if the spirit could not be lifted, and one did not have a heart full of hope, then even the healthiest body would eventually become useless.

  Healing the soul is far more important than healing the body, this principle is actually very simple.

  Wang Zheng sighed and his hand had just slipped into his pocket, wanting to dig out some loose change, when he saw the girl walking towards the disabled beggar.

  The girl took out a box of milk from her backpack and bent down to gently place the milk in the bowl in front of the disabled beggar.

  Seeing this scene, Wang Zhong's heart, which had been calm for many years, seemed to have a faint and imperceptible ripple.

  Because the girl was facing away from Wang Zhen, it was naturally impossible for him to see her expression, but he could be certain that she was smiling.

  At this time, Wang Zhong could clearly see that the middle-aged disabled person who was lying on the slide car, his eyes which had been numb from the hardships of life, actually revealed a hint of a smile.

  What else can touch the hearts of these people? What can make these numb eyes show a smile, what can make them feel the tranquility of life, and that faint glimmer of hope?

  Obviously, at this time, the girl's smiling eyes were the answer.

  At this time, even Wang Zhong did not feel that under his playful and frivolous expression, a cold face was actually also revealing a sincere smile.

  That was a reassuring smile, a kind of smile that had not appeared on Wang Zhong's face for many years.

  Since that smile, Wang Zhong's heart, which seemed to be wrapped in a thick cocoon, finally cracked open and saw the long-lost sunlight.

  After feeling the subtle changes in his inner world, Wang Zhong let out a long sigh and only saw off the beautiful girl as she boarded the No. 91 bus, but did not follow her again.

  "Route 91, I think it's heading towards the southern suburbs of the capital." Wang Zhen thought to himself.

  The prototype here is my wife Hui. Although this passage looks a bit exaggerated, it's indeed the real feeling she gives me. Her eyes are big and beautiful, as if they can talk. She likes to eat canned peaches, sit on the back seat of my bicycle and enjoy the wind, cut my toenails, lie down beside me while I'm typing and read books. When I say I'm stuck with writing, she'll even write a few thousand words during her working hours and send them over for me to reference and find inspiration. She's extremely kind-hearted and sympathetic, always giving spare change or food to homeless people. She likes listening to Stefanie Sun, drinking Hey Song milk green tea...I also like sitting in the square with her, holding two cups of Hey Song milk green tea, watching people come and go. Actually, whether intentionally or unintentionally, we're all being gently loved by this world. Because of you, I've felt the gentleness of this world, and I'd like to take this opportunity to say to my wife: I love you.