Chapter 143 Bai Junqi is dead

Bai Junqi stood in front of the microphone, his gaze fixed on Miyako.

He took a deep breath and put on a tender, affectionate expression:

"Ms. Miyako, from the first moment I saw you, I knew that in this life..."

The room was completely silent.

Miyako sat in the chair, with only one thought in her mind.

Where is my sweetheart?

Her gaze swept across each face.

Strange, familiar.

"Where are you? Please, please show yourself!"

Miyako felt a deep sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She turned her head to look at her father.

Fujita sat upright in the main seat, his military uniform impeccably pressed, his face expressionless.

He neither offered to help his daughter out of the predicament nor fueled the fire.

He was just watching.

Miyako knows her father all too well.

In his dictionary, there was never a clear line between "daughter" and "chess piece".

Her father didn't care about her at all.

"Miss Miyako, this is a gift for you today."

Bai Junqi finally finished his lengthy confession, took out a gift box from his suit pocket, and knelt down on one knee.

The box was opened, and a diamond ring refracted a dazzling light under the lamp.

"I wish we could spend the rest of our lives together."

His tone was confident, as if he was certain about the marriage.

Miyako did not move.

She stared at the ring as if it were a pair of handcuffs.

"Father." She looked at Fujita Hajime again, her eyes full of pleading.

I hope he can put in a good word for me and get rid of this damn relationship.

In the past, she had expressed and protested her relationship with Bai Junqi many times, but her father had coldly rejected her every time.

My father firmly believed that once Japan won the war, this land would become the most dazzling and remarkable place in the world, far surpassing the barren lands of Japan.

He wanted the Fujita family to become a powerful and influential family in Shanghai.

To achieve this goal, simply rising one or two ranks is far from enough.

The key is to gain the support of local forces and truly integrate into their community.

My father's ambition was unmatched by those merchants, soldiers, or even those powerful figures who only knew how to plunder.

Therefore, in the father's view, marriage into a local family was a necessary step.

Fujita looked at his daughter.

He knew he was making a bet.

The Wang family behind Wang Xuesen, the Su family behind Wang Xuesen, and the Bai family behind Bai Junqi.

And the ultimate winner in the future Green Gang competition.

He glanced at Wang Xuesen almost imperceptibly.

"Ms. Miyako."

Wang Xuesen squeezed through the gap and stood protectively in front of her:

"Young Master Bai, Miss Miyako doesn't seem too happy. Perhaps we shouldn't force her."

Bai Junqi's smile froze: "Wang Xuesen, don't cause trouble."

Wang Xuesen ignored him and turned to Miyako, saying, "Miss Miyako, today is your birthday, and I also have a gift for you."

"How about we look at the gifts first before making a decision?"

Miyako paused, her eyes still red.

She didn't understand why Wang Xuesen had to interfere.

This person, like Bai Junqi, is someone she dislikes.

Bai Junqi looked at Fujita Hajime: "Section Chief, I request that this person be expelled."

"Guests are always welcome."

Fujita put down his wine glass, stood up, and said, "Since you've come with such sincerity, I'm also curious about what gift you've given my daughter."

Bai Junqi grew anxious: "Mr. Fujita..."

Fujita raised his hand to stop him: "Miyako, what do you think?"

Miyako nodded expressionlessly: "Okay."

Her heart belonged only to that "ideal man" she had never met.

It doesn't matter what gift Wang Xuesen gives; tonight is destined to be a nightmare.

"Thanks."

Wang Xuesen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the grand piano not far away.

He took a step, then immediately stopped.

Not suitable.

Playing the piano was not on the list of skills that Dai Li had originally arranged.

Showing off your skills in public might arouse suspicion when word gets back to the mountain town.

Even if you use Wanjia as an excuse afterward, it's too stupid to cover up one lie with ten others.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xuesen walked straight to the microphone:

"I have a gift for my good friend, Miyako."

"I hope she likes it."

Miyako didn't look up; her eyelids were slightly drooping.

She and Wang Xuesen weren't even friends, so what was there to be good about?

There's no hope.

That person won't be coming.

In despair, she burst into tears.

Wang Xuesen winked at her, and amidst the astonishment of the guests, he whistled.

The melody is very soft.

It's very ethereal.

Castle in the Sky!

Miyako's body stiffened abruptly.

She slowly raised her head, her pupils suddenly dilating.

Only two people know this piece of music.

It was written especially for her by her "ideal lover".

How could it be Wang Xuesen!

Miyako's mind went completely blank.

The melody continued, its ethereal quality tinged with a subtle sadness.

She stared intently at Wang Xuesen.

Wang Xuesen's expression was warm.

That was the smile she had felt countless times in the letter.

It turns out, he had always been by my side.

Miyako covered her mouth, crying so hard she couldn't speak.

Wang Xuesen extended his hand to her.

"Is that you?"

Miyako held up the hem of her kimono and stared blankly at him, her voice very soft.

Wang Xuesen stopped whistling, looked down at her, and said, "Yes, it's me."

Miyako mustered her courage and held his hand tightly.

"Miss Miyako..." Bai Junqi panicked and shouted.

Miyako turned her head and gave him a cold look.

She turned back to Wang Xuesen and said, "Father, I prefer the birthday gift Mr. Wang gave me."

Fujita Hajime slowly walked up to Miyako.

Miyako has never smiled like that since her wife passed away.

Although he didn't understand what methods Wang Xuesen had used, the fact that the stubborn Miyako could be so close to a man already explained everything.

The matter is settled.

He had promised Wang Xuesen that he would not interfere or take sides.

The affairs of young people should be left to them to solve.

"I'm glad you like it." Fujita Hajime gently patted Miyako's hair, his tone softer than usual. "Happy birthday."

Miyako's eyes reddened again.

In my memory, this was the first time my father had spoken to me in such a tone.

Before she could speak, Fujita Hajime had already turned around and walked towards the door.

Bai Junqi quickly caught up to the door and blocked Fujita's path: "Section Chief! I've been preparing for today for three whole months!"

"You've always thought highly of me and Miyako."

"This is not fair to me."

Fujita Hajime stopped in his tracks and sneered, "You mean Wang Xuesen?"

Bai Junqi gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, what gives him the right!"

"He's just Miyako's friend."

"However, it seems that Miyako prefers the gift he gave her."

Fujita ignored him and got into the car under the escort of two guards.

Bai Junqi took a step forward: "Fujita..."

Before he could finish speaking, the car engine started up.

Bai Junqi stood on the steps and punched a stone pillar.

"Damn it!"

He felt that something was strange about this.

Section Chief Fujita has always been supportive of me.

Miyako disliked Wang Xuesen even more.

What the hell happened today? It's absolutely unbelievable!

Just as he was about to go back to the living room to question him, Wang Xuesen came out from inside.

On the left is Lady Keika, and on the right is Miyako.

Two Japanese beauties stood beside him, one on his left and one on his right.

Bai Junqi's vision went black for a while.

He forced a smile and raised his hand to stop her, asking, "Ms. Miyako, where are you going?"

Miyako looked up and glanced at him:

"Mr. Bai, the weather is nice tonight. I plan to go stargazing with Ms. Wang."

Bai Junqi felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

Look at the stars.

It's time to go to sleep.

"I'm sorry," Wang Xuesen smiled gently, "your wish to infect Miyako with the drug and take photos will probably be dashed."

"You surnamed Wang..." Bai Junqi was furious: "You're ruthless, this isn't over between us."

"When have you ever won against me?" Wang Xuesen tilted his head, his tone even carrying a hint of disdain. "Besides, I've never considered you an opponent."

Bai Junqi's face turned pale and then flushed, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"Don't be too smug."

"This is Shanghai. As long as the Green Gang and Boss Zhang are around, I can crush you."

He paused, then said, word by word, "I spared your life before to humiliate you."

"But I'm not pretending anymore."

"I'm coming clean."

"As the adopted son of Zhang Laoda, I hereby formally issue you a challenge."

"Between you and me, it's a fight to the death."

"I guarantee you'll receive a kill order from the Green Gang within three days."

Wang Xuesen looked at him and slowly nodded:

"Three days?"

"Hopefully it's not too late for you."

Bai Junqi sneered: "Being stubborn won't help. Go home and be scared and cry."

After saying that, he turned to Miyako with a hateful look in his eyes: "Miss, you will find out who is the most suitable man for you."

Miyako looked him straight in the eye: "I know."

I can tell you now.

Her hand rested on Wang Xuesen's forearm.

"Wang Sang is the perfect match for me."

Bai Junqi's face tightened, and he smiled fiercely:

"He'll just be a corpse sooner or later."

After saying this, Bai Junqi snorted coldly and strode away.

Three days.

He didn't even intend to let Bai Junqi live for more than three days.

"Mr. Wang, it's been a pleasure meeting you tonight." Madam Huixiang broke the silence, bowing slightly. "It's getting late, I should head back."

Wang Xuesen stared at her chest and smiled, "I will definitely pay you a visit another day, Madam."

Madam Huixiang smiled gently: "I'll be waiting anytime."

With that, he got into the car and drove away, escorted by several tall female bodyguards.

Only after the car had driven far away did Miyako chuckle softly, "Wang-san, you're really amazing."

"As far as I know, men are not allowed to enter Madam Huixiang's residence. It seems that you two have a good relationship."

Wang Xuesen reached out and gently brushed her wind-blown hair aside: "It's nothing more than treating people with 'depth'."

He lowered his head and looked into Miyako's eyes.

"I wonder if the promise you made in your previous letter still stands?"

Miyako's face flushed instantly.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "Of...of course."

"Please take good care of me, Wang Sang."

Wang Xuesen opened the passenger door: "I couldn't be happier."

After getting in the car, Wang Xuesen headed straight for the old house.

Upon entering the house.

Wang Xuesen picked her up by the waist and carried her straight to the bedroom.

……

An hour later.

Miyako knelt on the edge of the bed, her face still flushed.

"Mrs. Wang, have I served you well?"

Wang Xuesen leaned against the headboard, looking at the bright red stain on the sheet, and asked with a smile:

"Is this how Japanese women serve men?"

Miyako nodded seriously: "That's how my mother was."

"In Japan, men are our pillars of society. Serving them well and passing on our bloodline is our most important mission."

Wang Xuesen smiled and reached out to lift her chin: "Don't you want to ask why I'm the one you're looking for?"

Miyako shook her head: "I don't want to ask."

"That doesn't matter anymore. As long as you are the one I love, I will love you no matter who you are."

"You're a bit too immature..." Wang Xuesen lowered his head and gently kissed her hair.

"You're very smart. Don't worry, I'll treat you well."

"As long as you're willing, you can rely on me for the rest of your life."

Miyako buried her face in his palm, deeply grateful: "Yes, I believe you."

Wang Xuesen suddenly withdrew his hand: "Could you go brush your teeth and wash your face first?"

Miyako was taken aback.

The next second she realized what was happening, her face turned red from her ears to her neck, and she immediately covered her mouth.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I... I'll go right away!"

She scrambled to her feet and ran barefoot into the bathroom.

Wang Xuesen slowly pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt buckle.

No need to wash, that's great!

It must be said that Miyako is indeed radiant.

However, because she usually stays at home, her figure is not as good as Wanjia's; she is lacking in height, build, strength, and stamina.

The experience was quite different from Wanjia's first time.

Especially in terms of physical strength.

When Wanjia gets carried away, Wang Xuesen is finding it hard to cope.

In these kinds of situations, men actually suffer more.

Of course, Miyako's advantages are also obvious.

Fragrant and soft.

Fragrant.

And that soft, cat-like Japanese voice is also a major feature.

A moment later, Miyako came out of the restroom.

Her face was washed clean, and her hair was styled again, but her walking posture was a little awkward.

Wang Xuesen put on his shirt and straightened her kimono's collar and obi (sash):

"I'll take you back."

"Um."

After dropping Miyako off at home, Wang Xuesen drove back home.

Zhan Shen was squatting by the flower bed, smoking.

Upon meeting, he started cursing: "Damn it, you should at least have said goodbye before you left, so I would know what's going on."

"It's not appropriate for you to come along when I'm handling this," Wang Xuesen said.

Zhan Shen said, "I think that kid surnamed Bai is pretty arrogant. Should we take care of him now and make sure he doesn't make a sound?"

Wang Xuesen said, "No rush, a couple more days won't make a difference."

"He made some outrageous threats at the door tonight, saying he would hunt me down, and I stole his thunder. It's not a good time to make a move."

Zhan Shen nodded: "Alright, let him live a couple more days."

Wang Xuesen tossed him the car keys.

Zhan Shen got into the car and drove off.

Wang Xuesen waved his hand and called out, "Hey, come pick me up on time tomorrow morning, don't oversleep again."

Zhan Shen ignored him.

……

Damn it!

Wang Xuesen spat.

For him, killing Bai Junqi was now only a matter of Zhang Xiaolin agreeing.

There was no way around it; Zhang Xiaolin was ruthless, violent, and extremely concerned with saving face.

Eliminating his adopted son without prior notice is a huge loss of face, and given Zhang Xiaolin's temper, he will definitely retaliate.

This guy has many ruthless and skilled men under his command.

Leaving aside others, Lin Huaibu, who is known as the number one marksman, is enough to give anyone a hard time.

There's no need to invite this trouble.

We'll make a decision after we meet with Boss Zhang tomorrow.

……

The next morning.

Wang Xuesen was having breakfast with Wanjia in the living room.

Ring ring.

the phone is ringing.

Wanjia put down her chopsticks and stood up to receive the message: "It's me, oh, it's Director Hu. Please wait a moment."

"Xuesen, Director Hu is looking for you."

Wang Xuesen walked over, picked up the receiver, and said, "Old Hu, it's me."

"What?"

"Brother, don't talk nonsense. This has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Let's talk about it when we get to the office."

Damn it, what I didn't want to happen, happened.

Bai Junqi got taken care of last night.

Now all the blame is being directed at him.

Could it be Zhan Shen?

Probably not. Zhan Shen may seem casual, but he's actually very sensible.

Haha, looks like someone's trying to cause him trouble.

That's interesting!

who can that be?

It definitely can't be Li Shiqun?

It's unlikely that it's number 76; he doesn't have any major conflicts with anyone.

Wu Sibao did have some reservations, but he wasn't arrogant enough to provoke Zhang Xiaolin.

This matter is most likely still within the Green Gang.

Some people don't want Zhang Xiaolin and Li Shiqun to negotiate; they want to make themselves scapegoats.

……