Special Forces Medic-Chapter 779 - 746: I Can’t Forgive You for Lying to Me

In the final report from Team One on the search and casualties, Ji Weihua found Yao Zheng. He appeared very fearful, yet his expression still conveyed his dignity with an air of fearlessness. Looking at Yao Zheng like this, Ji Weihua didn't know what mindset to adopt to describe his current complex feelings of both pleasure and guilt.

Yao Zheng's hair was still dripping, the fresh scent from his recent shower lingering in the air. His vacant gaze was fixed on the Hengfei Mansion across from him, and with each breath, he could smell a scent of disdain.

He held half a cigarette between his fingers. The fine tobacco ash hung on the end, ready to fall onto the expensive carpet at any moment — not enough to burn a hole, but certainly capable of dirtying its patterns and turning the expensive into the cheap.

Ji Weihua gently closed the door. The loud noise from rushing up in anxiety hadn't managed to snap Yao Zheng out of his thoughts. He sat quietly in a single-seater armchair, waiting, while the silence embedded the fragrant air more deeply into his mind.

After the team leader of Team One reported the situation through the radio, the crew withdrew from the government building. Offices personnel returned to their high positions after the danger had passed. In this incident, the number of casualties reached five, not including the other side.

This undoubtedly became a significant incident involving major injuries, likely to rise swiftly to the municipal committee. Yao Zheng's hand trembled slightly, and the whole cigarette ash fell onto the flower bud. He sighed, holding his forehead with his hand.

Maybe until today, Yao Zheng didn't know what fear was. In the North District, he was king; no one could defy his decisions.

The municipal committee's negligence towards the North District, in his eyes, could be considered a product of five years of effort, bearing the worst reputation while enjoying the most high-profile life.

He imagined these days could continue indefinitely, but today someone gave him a wake-up call, reminding him that reality doesn't conform to his wishes nor moves according to his pace. Perhaps under several blows, he became less freewheeling.

"What day is it today?" Yao Zheng suddenly spoke, instinctively prompting Ji Weihua, who was still pondering, to get up from the armchair. The aged-sounding voice made him question if the person with his back to him was indeed Yao Zheng.

"Friday."

"Two more days!" Yao Zheng said to the Hengfei Mansion, with two days left of his deadline.

A helpless sigh pushed him into another helpless world, whether it was underestimating his opponent or overestimating his own talents. Fourth Grandpa gave him a serious warning. Although the point seemed to originate from Xia Xue, the gun aimed at his head was real. "How is Yan Juanjuan doing?"

"Yan Fengying is dead. Yan Juanjuan refuses to cooperate. Hua Qingyi is doing everything to find Yan Juanjuan."

"Yan Fengying is dead?" Yao Zheng's gaze shifted from the Hengfei Mansion to Ji Weihua behind him. His emotions showed no fluctuation; Yan Fengying was nothing more than a product of a fleeting romance for him, a confluence of use and being used. His original intent was just to have a chip that could restrain Yan Juanjuan, but now he feels instead it was a mistake. He overestimated Yan Fengying and underestimated Yan Juanjuan's revenge.

"Do you think Yan Juanjuan loves me?" This was a very personal question, and Ji Weihua didn't dare make any judgement on Yao Zheng's private life. Men are creatures who think with their lower bodies, much less men in such high positions. Power and money are enough to draw any woman's eyes. For those women driven by vanity, whether you're ugly or fat doesn't matter, and Yao Zheng, at this age, was considered to be a rather poised man.

"I…"

"Wei Huai, you've been with me for many years now, today let's not talk about business, let's reminisce."

"Yes, okay." Was he stimulated? Ji Weihua was a bit bewildered by Yao Zheng's sudden tenderness.

"Yan Juanjuan has been with me for over ten years. Do you think she loves me?"

"I think she loves you, maybe because of hate!"

"Hmm?"

"Ah, I misspoke," Ji Weihua quickly corrected himself. Yao Zheng's moods were always volatile.

"Do you think I should kill her?" Yao Zheng waved his hand, indicating Ji Weihua didn't need to be so formal. His calm eyes settled once more on Hengfei Mansion in front of them. "Do you know why I let this building be established next to us?"

"I don't know."

"Hehe!" Yao Zheng chuckled twice. "Remember the first time Secretary Luo talked to me about the concept of 'cutting it off at the waist'? People in our position tend to be somewhat superstitious. Even your office's layout must have been arranged by a Feng Shui master, right!"

"You're insightful, Mayor. It was for the sake of peace," Ji Weihua shuddered internally, never having mentioned it to anyone, but somehow Yao Zheng knew.

"It is indeed for peace. You are the one in the most dangerous position, often at the forefront, the saying about striking the leader applies well to someone like you." Yao Zheng cast a sideways glance at Ji Weihua, his true sentiments unclear.

"Mayor…" Ji Weihua didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth, thought and thought again, and felt it was best to say nothing at all.

"The purpose of refurbishing the road in front of us is to seize that building. Hengfei is mine, but that woman always held on. She is ambitious about her connections at the municipal committee. Do you understand such wildness?"

Compared to the district government, which one is bigger, the municipal committee or the district government? Yao Zheng probably wanted to ask. Ji Weihua didn't dare offer any evaluation. Nobody knows what Yan Juanjuan is thinking, but Yao Zheng is right about one thing: Yan Juanjuan's love for him was not as significant as her ambition.

"I'm scheming against a woman who's been with me for over ten years. Do you think I love her?" Yao Zheng asked a question opposite to earlier. Not sure of his true thoughts, Ji Weihua shook his head.

"Mayor, such a question is indeed difficult for me to answer. As far as I know, her feelings for you are genuine, but due to imbalance, she made a wrong decision. From what I know of you, your decision stems from disappointment. There's no right or wrong to it. Being an outsider, as far as I'm concerned, your order is more important."

"Ha ha ha!" Yao Zheng laughed; his gaze at Ji Weihua softened, resembling a kind father toward his son. "Wei Huai, you're becoming more articulate now. I can forgive the mistakes you've made these past days, but what I cannot forgive is you lying to me!" (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com), through recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)