Wang Zhong didn't think too much about it, as the slap in the face would come so quickly.

And it was a slap-slap kind of beating. Even Wang Zhong, who felt that his skin was as thick as a city wall, felt that his old face was so swollen that it could no longer be swollen.

Last year, I tried every means to help Feng Huacheng increase his income, just because he didn't want him and Zhou Rong to part ways, so as not to hurt Feng Yue.

Unexpectedly, just over a year later, Feng Huacheng used practical actions to tell Wang Zhong what it means to slap him in the face.

I called the magazine's phone number and after a busy tone, the call was connected.

Wang Zhong said straight to the point.

"Old Shao! Stop Feng Huacheng's work and issue a statement in the name of our magazine. From today on, our magazine will never serialize Shao Jingwen's articles, poems and other literary works in any form."

On the other end of the phone, Shao Jingwen was a little overwhelmed by Wang Zhong's sudden move.

"Wait, what did you just say? My ears are not good, so I didn't hear clearly." It's not that Shao Jingwen didn't hear clearly, but he couldn't believe it.

Wang Zhong repeated what he just said with a cold tone, as if he was a volcano about to erupt. What was suppressed underneath was the continuously surging magma, although it was possible for it to erupt.

"Did I hear you correctly?" On the other end of the phone, Shao Jingwen looked in disbelief.

Wang Zhong emphasized again, "You heard that right."

"Are you sure it's Feng Huacheng? Not someone else?"

"I am certain and certain that it is Feng Huacheng, my second sister's husband, my brother-in-law, the one whose poems you have a high opinion of."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then Shao Jingwen's somewhat deep voice came, "Whether it's to stop serializing a movie, or to ban a once-famous poet who is now a member of the Writers' Association, I, the president of the magazine, must know the reason.

Bar!"

As if he was afraid that Wang Zhong would be reluctant to speak, Shao Jingwen deliberately emphasized continuously.

It's a pity that he underestimated Wang Zhong. In the eyes of people with more traditional concepts, family scandals should not be made public, but in Wang Zhong's case, it doesn't matter if it is made public.

Those who are pure will become pure, and those who are turbid will become turbid. What's more, Feng Huacheng is not a Zhou family, so it will not affect the Zhou family's reputation. On the contrary, if this matter spreads, people will only sneer at the surnamed Feng and give Zhou Rong a thumbs up.

With sympathy.

After listening to Wang Zhong's words, Shao Jingwen was silent for a moment and then said, "I will choose one from the alternatives to make up for it. As for the statement, will it be published only in our magazine or will it also be published in Jiangliao Daily?"

I guess Lao Shao is also a ruthless person.

On the other end of the phone, after hearing Shao Jingwen's words, Wang Zhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Just publish it to our magazine. I will publish it in Jiangliao Daily in my name. I don't think their newspaper will not even give me this face."

"Okay! I'll make arrangements right away."

"Old Shao, thank you!" Wang Zhong said sincerely.

Shao Jingwen's voice came again on the phone, "If you can help me in any way, please let me know."

"Let's do this for now. I still have some things to deal with here. Let's talk about it later."

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and waved outside through the transparent glass.

Feng Yue, who was carrying a schoolbag, appeared and saw Wang Zhong behind the display window. He immediately grinned and was very happy. He jumped up, waved to Wang Zhong, and ran in quickly.

"Uncle!" As soon as Feng Yue sat down, the waitress came over with two cups of ice cream.

"Your favorite strawberry flavor." Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"Uncle, it's the best!" Feng Yue couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and ate happily.

"Uncle, why don't you ask your cousin to come with you?" Feng Yue asked curiously while eating.

"Your cousin has gone back to the photogram." Zhou Cong is now a mature tool man. Feng Huacheng's matter has been revealed, and Li Suhua can't let anything go wrong.

The old lady's high blood pressure is still a bit serious. If the stimulation is excessive, there is a high probability of cerebral hemorrhage.

Although the old lady has been taking related medicines in the past few years, her diet is also very light. She usually eats less meat and mostly fresh vegetables and fruits.

A few years ago, fresh vegetables and fruits were still a bit difficult to obtain. In recent years, the scale of greenhouse cultivation in Xiaoheishan Village has become quite large. Every winter, all kinds of fresh vegetables are in short supply. Now the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

, all year round, Wang Chong’s family has no shortage of fresh vegetables.

Li Suhua's high blood pressure has also been controlled, but it has not been completely eradicated. Although the probability of sudden cerebral hemorrhage has been greatly reduced, it is still possible.

"Why did my cousin suddenly run back to Guangzi Film?" Feng Yue asked curiously.

"You'll know later!" Wang Chong said with a smile.

Although Feng Yue was confused, she still nodded. After taking a bite of ice cream, she looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "Uncle, why don't you eat it?"

"Eat! Why don't you eat?" Wang Zhong picked up the spoon, took a big spoonful, and drank it all in one bite.

It's cool, translucent, and extremely comfortable.

Before the ice cream was finished, the waiter brought out another platter of cut fruit, a freshly baked brioche bun, and a few pieces of Western pastries.

Wang Zhong said, "I guess there won't be any dinner tonight. Let's eat some bread and fruit first and make do with it!"

"Bread with ice cream?" Feng Yue looked at the bread and fruit on the table, as well as the ice cream in front of him, and looked at Wang Zhong in confusion, "Is today a special day?"

Wang Zhong said, "You will know later. Hurry up and eat first. You have been in class all afternoon, so you must be hungry."

Feng Yue was not polite. She finished the ice cream first, broke off a small piece of butter bread, ate a small pastry, and finally ate the fruit with a fork.

While I was eating, a familiar figure appeared on the roadside outside the window, looking around as if looking for something.

"Mom?" Feng Yue glanced at the figure outside the window and said in surprise.

Then he immediately turned to look at Wang Zhong and asked doubtfully, "Uncle, my mother?"

Wang Zhong said, "I made an appointment." As he said this, he waved to Zhou Rong, who was looking out the window.

Zhou Rong frowned, but still walked in with her shoulder bag.

He sat down next to Feng Yue, put the bag on his shoulders to the side, and asked Wang Zhong straight to the point, "What do you want from me?"

He looks like an iceberg and his attitude is really bad.

Zhou Rong was wearing a long dress, and her slightly curly hair was scattered on the back of her head. Even though she was well-maintained, the harsh experiences in her early years and the ruthlessness of the years had left traces on her delicate face.

Even if I put on makeup to cover up the crow's feet at the corner of my eyes, I can't hide them as long as my expression is slightly wider.

After all, she is already forty-one this year, one year older than Zheng Juan.

Seeing her self-righteous look, Wang Zhong shook his head. He was used to it and was too lazy to comment. He took out the document bag from the briefcase at hand and handed it to her, "See for yourself!"

Zhou Rong took the document bag and opened it in confusion, taking out the contents. She only looked at the top photo, and her expression changed instantly.

Feng Yue walked over curiously. The photo was none other than Feng Huacheng's embrace with a strange young and beautiful woman.

Zhou Rong scrolled down one by one, holding hands, shopping, hugging, and even kissing...

Except for bed photos, basically everything you need is there.

Zhou Rong's face became more and more ugly, and finally turned pale, and then turned from white to green, her eyes were round, her pupils suddenly shrank, her silver teeth were clenched, and her cheeks were bitten so hard that she looked at the photo.

His movements became rough, and after the shock, endless anger rose up in his chest.

Feng Yue is no longer a young girl who is inexperienced in the world. After seeing these photos, she still couldn't guess what happened. She also turned pale and looked at her mother Zhou Rong nervously and worriedly.

In the meantime, I didn't know what to say.

Wang Zhong's voice was heard again, "At the bottom is the woman's information, age, height, resume, work unit, and address. It's all listed above."

"Where did you get them?" All the photos were scattered on the table. Zhou Rong grabbed the A4 papers with the women's resumes written on them, and even her breathing became much faster.

Looking up at Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong could even see the shock and burning anger in her eyes.

"Of course I asked someone to take the photo! As for the information, you don't need me to explain it, right?" Wang Zhong still said calmly.

But the more calm Wang Zhong acted, the more awkward and uncomfortable Zhou Rong felt, "What do you mean by showing me these?"

Wang Zhong looked at Zhou Rong who asked such stupid questions, shook his head in great disappointment, looked at her and said, "What do you mean by me?"

Zhou Rong said nothing, only looked at Wang Zhong angrily.

"Uncle." Feng Yue looked at Wang Zhong with tearful eyes and choked with sobs, "This is not true. Are you telling me that these photos are not true?"

Wang Zhong looked at Feng Yue and sighed, "Although I hope it's not true, the facts are before us."

Two lines of tears fell silently. Feng Yue subconsciously wanted to escape. As soon as he stood up, his arm was grabbed by Wang Zhong who also stood up. "Yue Yue, escaping can't solve any problems. You are no longer a child.

"

Feng Yue looked at Wang Zhong with tears in her eyes and shouted, "Little uncle!"

Then he rushed forward and rushed into Wang Zhong's arms, bursting into tears, sobbing softly, patted her back gently, and whispered comfort in her ear, "I know you feel very uncomfortable now and can't accept this fact, but you

Mom is feeling the same pain. Now you are your mother’s only persistence and support. You must learn to be strong.”

Wang Zhong grabbed Feng Yue's shoulders, looked into her eyes and said, "Yue Yue, be brave and strong. We cannot choose what kind of life is waiting for us, but we can choose to face it bravely."

"And even if you can escape for a while, can you still escape for a lifetime?"

Because of Wang Zhong's encouraging eyes, Feng Yue turned her head and looked at Zhou Rong, whose face was as gloomy as water, and her fingers were tightly holding the paper with the woman's resume information. Something called courage surged in her heart, and she sat back.

, grabbed Zhou Rong's hand and shouted "Mom!"

Zhou Rong seemed not to have heard. She raised her eyes and glanced at Wang Zhong. Her eyes were as sharp as knives and full of anger. She then packed up the photos on the table, stuffed the photos and information back into the document bag, and put them in her shoulder bag.
To be continued...