Zhao Fangyu, who didn't notice anything at all, still restrained Letian, "Ding Junqi, I'll give you five chances. If you can answer my questions correctly, how about I let her go?"
"You said it." Ding Junqi clasped his hands tightly. Even though he knew that Mo Fei's first step had been completed, he still dared not take it lightly.
Zhao Fangyu suddenly smiled, but this smile was directed at Lotte. Lotte looked at it, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably out of fear.
"Do you remember what you promised me to give you on my tenth birthday?" Zhao Fangyu said in a gentle voice.
But this kind of tenderness made Letian's whole body tingle when he heard it.
Tenth birthday
Ding Junqi paused.
Ding Junhui, who was far away in the villa, also straightened up. It was Zhao Fangyu's tenth birthday, and he was eight years old that year.
What happened that year
That year, my aunt came to the house with her grandma to cause trouble because her father did not call her the first time she asked for money. At that time, my mother was not in good health, but my aunt accidentally knocked her mother from upstairs. down.
That year, he and his eldest brother were completely tired of those people.
That year, they didn't celebrate Zhao Fangyu's birthday.
Ding Junqi obviously also thought that before his mother's accident, he and Zhao Fangyu had a good relationship, but that incident happened between when he promised Zhao Fangyu and his mother's accident.
"A box of Go. You were learning Go at the time." Ding Junqi tensed up and her voice was a little hoarse. She didn't know why.
"Hiss—" Lotte's neck was scratched, and blood flowed down his neck.
"Zhao Fangyu—" Ding Junqi said with warning.
"This is the price you owe me for your birthday gift." Zhao Fangyu still looked calm, as if he had just cut a piece of paper with a knife.
"Second question, do you know why I became an editor?" After Zhao Fangyu finished speaking, he looked at Ding Junqi.
Lotte felt as if someone had pressed a stone on her heart. The stone was drooping more and more, almost making her feel suffocated.
Why become an editor
This question stumped Ding Junqi.
But Lotte knew that this answer was depressing.
Ding Junqi debuted at the age of eighteen. When he first debuted, Lotte liked Ding Junqi very much, so he knew all the news about Ding Junqi, whether it was good or bad.
At that time, Ding Junqi was a rare young talent. Many media were spreading rumors that Ding Junqi was kept by a certain group boss. Some people also said that Ding Junqi was gay and often went to gay places, especially when Ding Junqi was twenty years old. After a movie became a hit last year, various rumors and attacks continued.
If her guess was correct, Zhao Fangyu was because of this.
A second incision was made on his neck, and Lotte was so painful that he felt numb, "Zhao Fangyu, do you think that by becoming an editor, you can protect your brother from others slandering him?"
This time Lotte didn't have any specific elements in it, he just thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't know whether it was Zhao Fangyu or himself who was laughing.
Ding Junqi suddenly raised his head and looked over, but Zhao Fangyu smiled, and he smiled ferociously. He pulled Letian's arm hard, "But, he doesn't know, he doesn't know." Zhao Fangyu said, exerting force on his hand.
Letian endured the pain in her neck. She thought she had made a mistake. Zhao Fangyu did not love Ding Junqi, but hoped that this brother could see him and be as good to him as he was when he was a child.
But no, no matter how hard he tried, it didn't work. Because of the grievances between the two families, Ding Junqi cut off all relations with those people.
Including, this younger brother.