An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 239: Big Reshuffle

On the rooftop of a three-story house, the night breeze came and went.

The July winds in Prawabong always carry the fishy smell of the Mekong River, stirring up the restlessness in the air and making it ferment. The residual heat from the rough cement rooftop, which has been exposed to the sun all day, is even more intimidating.

Tonight, there are many stars in the sky, a vast expanse of stars, with countless tiny points of light twinkling and leaping within them, densely packed like scattered silver fragments across the heavens.

The two men sat on the ground, which was littered with empty beer bottles, most of which were for Li Yasong. Jiang Zheng had known him for over two years in Fanzhou City, and had been here for four months, but he had never known that Li Yasong could hold his liquor so well.

By observing the small to understand the big, and by seeing the subtle to know the profound, it can be seen that this person is very secretive from head to toe, and his cunning is unfathomable.

It's clear he's in a good mood today; this is one of the few times Li Yasong has shown his true emotions in front of Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng didn't drink much, only occasionally raising his bottle to make a small gesture.

Li Yasong suddenly laughed as he drank, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly drunk, and spoke in a slurred voice: "Today is the happiest day I've had in so many years." It was unclear whether he was talking to himself, to Jiang Zheng, or to someone in the sky.

In short, Jiang Zheng sat to the side without saying a word, his hand holding the bottle resting on his knee, and silently took a sip of beer.

Then he saw a sky full of twinkling stars. A girl once told him, "Jiang Zheng, I think you're a lot like the thunderstorm outside."

Outside, a thunderstorm raged, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Just hours earlier, he had escaped death from Xu Penggang's gun, and upon returning to his room, he found her hiding in the closet.

The girl lay beside him, a distance neither too wide nor too narrow, and her soft voice continued: "Powerful, dangerous, high-pressure, destructive, unapproachable..." and possessed immense power to conquer, making one's heart tremble, but also very fragile. The girl whispered the last few words in her heart, which Jiang Zheng did not know.

In the darkness, Jiang Zheng chuckled silently and asked, "I'm like a thunderstorm, and what about you? What are you like?"

"I feel like a star. There are countless stars in the world, and no one can tell this one from that one."

Jiang Zheng took another sip of wine and suddenly felt a great sense of regret. He hadn't been able to come up with any words to tell her what was so good about Xingxing.
"Fifteen years, I've finally waited for this day!" Li Yasong suddenly roared to the sky. He opened two more bottles of wine, then struggled to his feet, staggered a bit before regaining his balance, and took a few steps toward the edge of the rooftop.

Holding a bottle of wine in each hand, he stood still, then bent his wrists, flattened the bottles, and two streams of water poured down from the mouths.

Jiang Zheng remained seated behind him, silently watching the scene. He knew who Li Yasong was pouring those two bottles of wine for—his mother and brother.

Fifteen years ago, Qian Xue unexpectedly discovered that Wen Xiao not only had a mistress outside, but also a child. The child was almost the same age as Wen Cenqing, only half a year younger.

Qian Xue was furious! She had been with three men, and if we're talking about who she gave her heart to the most, it would definitely be Wen Xiao.

She was shocked to learn that he had not only betrayed her, but had betrayed her so early! While she was painstakingly supporting him to succeed the previous boss of the group, he was actually having an affair with another woman.

Consumed by rage, Qian Xue sent her brothers, Qian Zhilong and Qian Zhihu, with men to find the woman's residence and silence her in revenge.

Because of incorrect information, Qian Xue always thought that Wen Xiao only had one child outside. In addition, Li Yasong happened to be out playing that afternoon when he was young, so she was able to escape unscathed.

Later, with Wen Cenqing, their shared son, mediating between them, and Wen Xiao's subsequent doting on Qian Xue, the two eventually reconciled.

A mosquito buzzed around Jiang Zheng's head. He waved it away. As the night deepened, the wind on the roof began to cool down.

He saw Li Yasong turn around after pouring the wine and walk towards him.

Li Yasong stopped in front of Jiang Zheng, looked down into his eyes, and slowly stretched out his left hand, which then paused in mid-air.

It was this habitually used left hand that unknowingly pushed Jiang Zheng down this path of no return.

Back in Xu Penggang's study, after he discovered the square whorl on the top of Li Yasong's head, the fact that he was left-handed further helped him confirm the possible connection between Li Yasong and Wen Xiao.

When Jiang Zheng was released from prison, he met Wen Xiao briefly through Qian Zhihu's connection. However, Wen Xiao was always cautious and would cover his face when meeting people he didn't trust. In Jiang Zheng's limited interactions with him, he only noticed two key features.

One of them is left-handed, which is not uncommon, and the other is a square whorl on the top of the head.

If only one feature matches, it might just be a coincidence, but if two features match, it has to be verified.

The features I was looking for were originally meant to gather information about the target person's profile, but I never expected that one day they would turn out so unexpectedly.

When Jiang Zheng overheard Li Yasong and Qian Zhilong's conversation in the secret passage, he realized he had made the right bet.

The left hand was still raised above his head. Jiang Zheng reached out and shook it, using it to help him stand up. The two faced each other, their eyes level. Jiang Zheng knew that from this night onward, everything at his poker table was about to be completely reshuffled.

The change in the situation is so drastic that it can only be described as a complete upheaval. The young man who used to respectfully call him Brother Zheng in the manor will no longer need to hide his identity or swallow his pride after tomorrow; instead, he will transform into the only son of the group's boss.

Starting tomorrow, this group, whether openly or covertly, will have to be surnamed Wen, no longer Qian.

Speak of the devil, and he appears; a burst of fierce shouting and cursing came from downstairs, with Qian Zhihu's gruff voice standing out prominently.

Jiang Zheng saw the man standing opposite him curl his lips into a smile, then raise his hand and pat him on the shoulder, his tone playful and subtly inviting: "Go down and watch the show~"

……

A large crowd had gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Jiang Zheng and Li Yasong came down from the rooftop after hearing the noise. After waiting for another minute or so, the "protagonist," dressed in a black silk nightgown, finally appeared lazily from the staircase connecting to the second floor.

The protagonist in this context refers to the one Qian Zhihu is cursing: "Wen Xiao, you son of a bitch, you dare to piss on my head while my sister is in the Philippines on business."
"If you're so smart, you'd better tell your bunch of lackeys to release me right now, or when my sister comes back, I'll make sure your heads roll off the roof." Qian Zhihu was also wearing pajamas, his hair was messy, and he was being forced to kneel on the ground by Wen Xiao's men, unable to move, but he was full of imposing manner, and his rough voice almost shook the roof off several times.

Wen Xiao wasn't annoyed by this. He strolled leisurely over to Qian Zhihu, his tone amused: "The Philippines?"

The man leaned closer and said with interest, "Haven't you noticed that your sister goes abroad for business every year at the end of June? Last year it was Malaysia, the year before that it was Thailand, and the year before that it was somewhere else?"

The man's eyes were cold as he said, word by word, "Your sister is in the hands of the police now." His voice grew even colder as he spoke, "Just so you know, it's the same group of police who killed your brother and your nephew last time."

The phrase "your nephew" triggered Jiang Zheng's sensitive nerve circuits. He glanced at the expressionless man beside him and seemed to suddenly understand something.

It turns out that Wen Xiao never believed Wen Cenqing was his child. The timing of Qian Xue's pregnancy with Wen Cenqing is easy to speculate about; she discovered she was pregnant just one month after her ex-husband was arrested.

Or rather, someone wanted Wen Xiao to disbelieve it, and they succeeded.

"Pah!" Qian Zhihu spat in the man's face. "Nonsense! My sister clearly went to the Philippines to discuss business."

"What? Just because there's no tiger in the mountains doesn't mean you can be king! You spineless coward who got rich off my sister, take a good look at yourself in the mirror—you're not qualified!"

Wen Xiao closed his eyes, his facial muscles gradually tensing, his features becoming sharp. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with murderous intent.

The man straightened up angrily, strode to the table, grabbed a dagger, handed it to Li Yasong, and raised an eyebrow, "Haven't you always wanted to do this? Go ahead."

Li Yasong glanced down at the dagger and said coldly, "They didn't use daggers back then."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiao smiled with appreciation and nodded thoughtfully, "Then let's go to the basement and pick out something more handy."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhihu realized the seriousness of the situation. It seemed that Wen Xiao was really going to take him seriously. But there was no way he would back down, so he cursed even more fiercely.

After all these years, he had never taken Wen Xiao seriously, and for a long time he wondered why his sister would fall for such a pretty boy.

When Li Yasong returned from the basement, holding something that could be called a torture device, Qian Zhihu's legs finally began to weaken. He then began to plead with Jiang Zheng for help, "Zheng, save me!"

Many people present looked in Jiang Zheng's direction, including Wen Xiao who gave them a nonchalant glance.

Faced with Qian Zhihu's loud cries for help, Jiang Zheng lowered his eyes listlessly, his forehead slightly bowed, his gaze fixed on the ground.

“We’re sworn brothers. When my sister comes back, I’ll make her…” A shrill scream stopped him in his tracks, coming from the same person.

A bloody smell suddenly filled the room.

To avoid suspicion, Qian Xue kept her entry into the country at the end of June every year a secret even from her younger brother. However, her former bedmate still discovered the clues, seized the opportunity, and struck a decisive blow.

Although Jiang Zheng has been here for four months, he still hasn't gained a foothold. Wen Xiao doesn't trust him, and he's been excluded from the core circle, which means he's still outside of reliable first-hand intelligence.

This time, Lu Feng informed him that Qian Xue might enter the country at the end of June, and urged him to find out the ins and outs of the matter as soon as possible.

But things are very different overseas than domestically. Every step Jiang Zheng took was extremely arduous, with countless eyes watching him. By the time he finally figured out the intricacies of the situation, everything had already been settled.

The foundation needs to be laid piece by piece, and the toughest challenges can only be overcome bit by bit. This road, fraught with loneliness and danger, stretches endlessly before Jiang Zheng's eyes. He still has a very long way to go.