Mr. Shi grabbed Oliver by the collar and slammed him against the wall. \"The nerve you have, saying his name! Using him to ask for my help! If Liam hadn’t asked me to save you, he would still be alive today.\" He usually did not cry, but the old man’s eyes were swollen. He put his hand around Oliver’s neck and tightened his grip. He continued. \"You’ve made it look like you died just to you can hide from your enemies! Did you kill him on purpose? Did you do this?” Oliver’s didn’t struggle. Finally, Mr. Shi released him. “I want to know what happened. Tell me the truth!” Oliver began to cough furiously. \"What\'s wrong with you?\" Mr. Shi looked at the blood on the ground, frowned. “They’ve taken my kidney and I’ve also lost a lot of blood. I will not live long even if you don\'t kill me.\" Oliver Shi struggled to get up from the ground. Anthony helped him back on the wheelchair. \"Dad, I know you hate me, but can
Jonathan Qiao stood before the bathroom sink and wiped the stains on his suit. The more he tried to get it off, the more obvious the stain was. \"Damn it!\" He cursed and threw his suit aside in frustration. He thought about asking the hotel for another suit that he could use temporarily. Just before he dialed reception, a man\'s voice rang behind him. \"Need some help, sir?\" Joe instinctively turned his head, and before he could see who it was, somebody had covered his mouth and nose with a towel. He struggled for a bit, then went limp. The man kicked him twice to make sure he had really fainted. When he was sure, he signaled for somebody to come out. One of the toilet stalls opened. A young man in a suit came out. His face was exactly like Jonathan Qiao\'s. \"Go in before Lucas gets suspicious.\" Dr. Anthony Shen said, as he kicked Jonathan Qiao again. \"I’ll deal with him.\" When Oliver nodded, he raised his feet and
When Lucas Huo said this, there was an uproar. Huo turned his head slightly and looked at man standing next to him. Strange. There was no excitement, no joy on his face. Only a small, ironic smile. For the past six months, Jonathan Qiao has been preparing for today\'s event. How can he not look excited? After getting off the stage, Lucas Huo handed him a key. \"This is the key to your room. You can go there to rest, and come back after the boring stuff.\" Oliver Shi nodded and took the key. As he looked into Oliver’s eyes, Lucas was taken aback. Jonathan Qiao\'s face stared back at him but it reminded him of someone else. Before, countless times, when he went out to work, Jonathan would always smile and tell him to leave early so he can get back early. Even if he never smiled back, Jonathan would do this everyday. Now, the way Jonathan looked at him, it felt like he didn’t care to see him. Oliver turned
It was late at night when Lucas came back. As soon as he turned on the light, he saw that Jonathan was sleeping soundly on the sofa, a book still in his hand. Lucas Huo took the book and put it on the table. He wanted to carry him to the room, but when he touched him, Oliver\'s long eyelashes fluttered open. \"Why don\'t you sleep in your room? \" Lucas took off his suit and put it around Oliver’s shoulders. Oliver, acting as Jonathan, smiled sweetly at him and put his hand around his waist. \"This mansion is empty. I couldn\'t sleep, so I\'ve come here to read and wait for you. But I\'ve been waiting for so long that I fell asleep.\" \"Don\'t wait up for me again. You haven\'t recovered from the operation. You should rest.\" After hearing this, Oliver Shi shook his head and said stubbornly, \"You are my husband. If I don\'t wait for you, then who should I wait for?\" Lucas Huo frowned. He didn\'t know why, but he wanted
However, because he said he liked pink roses, Huo sent someone to replace them in the morning. Yesterday, Lucas Huo proposed to take him to the new product launch, so at noon, Ren Fei had already come to pick him up. Jonathan Qiao is the youngest son of Qiao\'s family. He has always been spoiled, and never really put much work into anything that didn’t interest him. He seldom says anything different whenever he appeared on TV or in social media. Even before he copied Jonathan Qiao\'s face, Oliver Shi had been observing his behavior from his media appearances. Jonathan Qiao, in front of the cameras, is absolutely gentle and kind, and always knew the right thing to say. And yet he rarely said anything particularly interesting or different. He had mastered the art of pleasing people by never offending anyone. Everyone, neither his fans—or the few people annoyed at him, like Lucas for example—had no idea about the how evil he could be. Since h
Oliver frowned and felt something stirring in his heart. The ring apparently symbolizes the crystallization of love of the previous generation, but Jonathan Qiao had fabricated a story which made him see the ring as an abomination. He was so stupid for believing anything that came out of Jonathan’s mouth. But still, that didn’t mean Lucas had actually given it to him because he loved him. \"Sir, we need to start.\" Lucas Huo released his wrist. \"The ring isn’t even worth anything, since my father bought it when he was still a poor young man. Use this instead,\" Lucas said to Oliver as he handed him a diamond-studded rolex. Soon, it was done. Oliver didn’t want to leave the hall. “Why, I can’t leave yet. The party has just begun!” He was joking, but it obviously irritated Lucas. \"Joe, don\'t challenge my patience.\" Lucas’s tone increasingly became irate as he looked at Jonathan’s stubborn face before him. It\'s like whe
Ren Fei bowed his head. \"I\'m sorry sir. I didn\'t expect him to record me then.\" \"I\'m just as surprised as you are\" said Lucas, who, after all, never saw this coming. Oliver had never come across as a cunning sort of guy, so nobody thought that he would record them secretly. Though he had been caught by surprise, he understood why Oliver had done this. What he didn\'t understand was how this video could surface just now. Not that he had given Oliver a chance to record anything, as far as he can remember, but if he really was able to record something, then why didn’t he let it circulate six months ago when he was still alive? \"Have you found the person who sneaked in with this video?\" \"No,” Ren Fei shook his head. \"The CCTVs didn’t show anyone unauthorized, thought someone could have only passed through the blind spots, but that is very unlikely. Some some staff said that Madam came by the control room just before leaving.\"
Lucas has not returned to the villa. Sitting at the table, Oliver was snacking on melon seeds when a maid walked past him, with a broom in her hand. She inserted a key into Lucas’s room. \"Hey,” Oliver beckoned the girl. \"What is it, Madame?\" The maid eagerly asked him. \"Can you get me something from the cellar? I\'d like to drink my ten-year Lafite.\" Oliver stood up from the chair and walked over to the maid, handing her the empty glass. The maid promptly took the glass and went down to the cellar. Oliver watched as the maid disappeared down the cellar, and then took the key and turned it. It was going to take a while before the maid found the bottle of Lafite. He had been munching on melon seeds for two hours, waiting for the opportunity to get in Lucas’s room. Oliver Shi opened the door. It was the first time he had seen Lucas’s computer since he had disguised himself as Jonathan. Before, when they were to