Today Fan Yuanrong put on a formal suit that he had not seen in more than ten years. He was preparing to attend Li Douxing's memorial service.

After finishing dressing, the cat stepped aside and lowered his head without speaking.

Fan Yuanrong glanced at her and straightened his too-tight collar and said, "I'll teach you a lesson, but it's for your own good. People who don't follow the rules may be free for a while in this world, but they will eventually have to pay for their own willfulness."

If you pay the price for your actions, you should have a longer memory."

What made Mao'er feel aggrieved was not that she had made a mistake and was beaten, but that the person who beat her was Fu Zicheng, and he hit her so hard.

Mao'er was really frightened that day. She had never seen Fu Zicheng so angry. All along, in Mao'er's mind, Fu Zicheng was a capable, mysterious and handsome senior, but now Mao'er

My son's understanding of Zicheng deepened, and he felt a lot more fear inside.

He nodded gently.

Fan Yuanrong also changed his old pervert attitude and became very decent in his behavior.

He sighed softly: "Let's go, come with me."

Mao'er was surprised. She thought she was not qualified to participate in such a ceremony.

Seeing the cat in a daze, Fan Yuanrong frowned and said, "What are you doing in a daze? Quickly change your clothes and follow me."

Mao'er finally woke up and quickly changed her clothes to follow Fan Yuanrong.

Fan Yuanrong, who had not left the Zhuqi Pavilion for more than ten years, even felt as if he had been released from prison the moment he stepped out of the hospital. He sighed: "I didn't expect that I had been imprisoned for more than ten years..."

Mao'er didn't dare to speak, so Fu Zicheng stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Fan, although it looks calm outside, there are turbulent undercurrents, so you'd better be more careful."

Fan Yuanrong stared at Fu Zicheng in surprise when he heard this, and then sneered: "Butler Fu, sometimes I really don't understand what kind of person you are. You are obviously pretending to be confused and come here to spy on us immortals.

Sometimes it gives me the illusion that you are very trustworthy, tsk tsk tsk, Butler Fu, you are really extraordinary."

Fu Zicheng showed no expression on his face. He told Fan Yuanrong that he was just doing his job and had no other intentions, so it was probably just Fan Yuanrong who was overthinking it.

Seeing that Fu Zicheng didn't speak, Fan Yuanrong didn't bother to care. He chuckled and said, "Thank you anyway." After saying that, he took Mao'er into the car.

The car that went to the memorial service was an antique top-level commercial vehicle with an internal combustion engine. This thing has only been seen in exhibition halls. It is said to be the last internal combustion engine product of a domestic brand and the last private car in the world.

Privately customized top luxury models.

Mao'er didn't expect that the interior of the carriage, which looked too calm on the outside, would be so luxurious and comfortable. Her eyes lit up at that time, but the burning pain on her face quickly made her wake up.

Fan Yuanrong saw the excitement in Mao'er's eyes. He smiled and said: "This Ningguang Haoying was a birthday gift I gave to my lover that year.

It's a pity that she was killed before she could get into the car. She was only twenty-nine years old when she died."

Mao'er's heart trembled when he heard this, feeling sad for no reason.

Fan Yuanrong was smiling, but his eyes were completely filled with sadness and bitterness.

Recalling his past is a painful thing that exposes scars, let alone something so secret.

"At that time, I was just a small businessman who made some money by doing projects and stock speculation. I was neither rich nor powerful. So...even if I knew how my lover died, who was it?

I killed her, but I couldn't do anything. I could only pretend that nothing happened, and forcefully accepted the official 'accident'... Ha... I broke my teeth and swallowed it in my stomach. Thinking about it, I was really a coward back then." Fan Yuanrong said.

Wan looked at Mao'er and said, "Do you think I'm a coward?"

Cat didn't dare to speak, she just felt that these secrets sounded very uncomfortable.

Fan Yuanrong kept staring at Mao'er until her whole body was covered with hair before he suddenly laughed again and said: "I consider myself a coward... I also admit that I am indeed the lackey that Lao Zheng said, a lackey who has been enslaved by capital for most of his life.

, is an out-and-out loser... In fact, who in the world is not an animal controlled by capital? Countless people think they are controlling capital, but few realize that capital has quietly controlled us, just like...

…Just like we think we have tamed cats, but who would have thought that from the perspective of cats, they seem to have tamed humans.”

When Mao'er heard this, his face changed with fright. After all, the meaning of Fan Yuanrong's words was too direct. No matter how naive Mao'er was, it was impossible not to think more about it.

After Fan Yuanrong finished speaking, he laughed: "Don't be afraid. In fact, I already know who you are, and I don't have to worry about you staying with me. You will suddenly receive an order to kill me one day. Anyway, I have enough to survive, so let's just

Be more honest than me, an old pervert, holding your little girl in bed, okay?"

Mao'er was even more frightened. She clenched her fists subconsciously, as if she was ready to face her own death.

However, when she noticed the disappointment in Fan Yuanrong's eyes, she suddenly felt that maybe she had thought too much. The old man in front of her... or rather... this man, he might have been... living a very tired life.

"Strange beds, different dreams... From the time my lover died to now, it's been the same experience every night... Heh, cat, cat, when do you think these days will end?" Fan Yuanrong smiled meaningfully after saying this.

Laughing, as if he was mocking himself, mocking his seemingly prosperous and glorious life, mocking himself for even saying this, but he was still treated as a fool.

Mao'er is not stupid, she also knows that Fan Yuanrong is much smarter than her.

So after some ideological struggle, Mao'er opened her red lips and asked: "You...have always known who I am?"

Fan Yuanrong looked at her and suddenly felt pity for the child.

"It's not just you. Apart from us three bad old men and that kid from Jingyuan, I know exactly who everyone else is in this Zhuqi Pavilion... For example, the servant who was killed by Old Zheng from the air some time ago.

, you should remember her, right?"

Mao'er nodded blankly. She did remember that because that sister treated people very well, especially taking good care of Mao'er. So when Mao'er learned that she was killed by Zheng Beichuan because she made a little mistake, Mao'er

I was so angry that I almost lost control.

"She is not yours, nor ours, but she is not an ordinary person either. She is called Sister Nuan by you here, but in another place, she was trained since she was a child specifically for infiltration and surveillance.

A spy, a little monster who can show his teeth and kill people anytime and anywhere... So I just gave Lao Zheng a look, and Lao Zheng understood what he was doing, and casually slapped the dirty thing to death, which not only reassured us, but also satisfied you."

When Mao'er heard this, she was extremely shocked. She had been carefully hiding her identity for a long time. Even the person who arranged for Mao'er to enter the Zhuqi Pavilion reminded Mao'er many times that she must abide by her duties.

, before receiving an order from the organization, a cat is a cat and will never show its fangs.

However, after listening to Fan Yuanrong's words, Mao'er realized that not only had her identity been exposed, but there might even be a third person hiding around her, what a terrible experience it was. Mao'er panicked, was frightened, and was completely confused. What was she going to do?

Who is she? Just a humble girl who wants to sleep with a bad old man to alleviate the pain caused by his strange disease, or a secret agent who endures humiliation and shoulders the mission of justice?

It doesn't seem to be the case. She is neither a cat nor an agent. She is just a chess piece in a game with high positions and no control over her own destiny.

After realizing how pitiful and ridiculous she was, Mao'er cried. She cried with a smile, and Fan Yuanrong remained silent, just watching her cry until Mao'er was tired of crying, or maybe he felt that crying was boring.

, she then said: "If you knew everything, then it would be really funny to think like this..."

Fan Yuanrong looked at Mao'er and asked, "Look at your child, this world is quite ridiculous sometimes."

But Mao'er waved his hand: "No, you don't understand what I mean."

When Mao'er said these words, his whole person's temperament changed, just like the huge gap between a funny artist on stage and his return to his real self.

She was silent for a while and asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Fan Yuanrong was slightly startled, then smiled and lit a cigarette for Mao'er.

In this era, cigarettes are a veritable luxury product. Nowadays, except for a small number of people who still have some stocks on hand, others can only live out their addiction in dreams.

Mao'er took the cigarette handed over by Fan Yuanrong in a stiff manner, and then coughed violently after just one puff. Fan Yuanrong felt pity for her, and quickly raised his hand to pat her back, but such an ordinary action fell on Mao'er immediately

This aroused the girl's violent resistance!

She almost bounced away and hid aside. At the same time, she said coldly: "Don't touch me!"

At that moment, Fan Yuanrong was frightened by Mao'er's eyes and tone. Only then did he realize that Mao'er was not as fragile and pitiful as he imagined.

Mao'er continued to smoke, and she coughed, but she quickly adapted to it, but it could be seen from her red eyes that she was forcing herself to accept the cigarette, just like she was forcing herself and her enemy to accept it.

It's like sleeping on the same bed and being kneaded wantonly by those rough hands all night long.

"Do you feel better?" Fan Yuanrong asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!