Chapter 24: Zhuang Lele
Translator: Flying Lines
Zhang Jun and Lin Xian paid a visit to Zhuang Wen after preparing the presents. On their way to Zhuang Wen’s residence, Lin Xian called to inform him of Zhang Jun’s knowing of doctor Hua. Zhuang Wen, who was convening a meeting right at that moment, stood up immediately when he heard the news. “Lin Xian, are you sure?” He was thrilled.
“We are on the way. Zhang Jun wants to see Lele and you can make preparations for it.” Lin Xian replied.
With his face lit up, Zhuang Wen said: “Okay. Sure. See you later.” Hanging up the call, he let one of the managers to host the meeting and then hurriedly retuned home. Everyone in the company was so confused that they thought something important had happened to him.
It was a three-story villa with Qingshui River in the east and a park in the west. At the front entrance were two iron gates. Next to the gate were two cottages where security guards lived in.
When they arrived, a middle-aged man came out of the cottage and inquired them. As Zhuang Wen had informed him in advance, he hastily led them in.
At this time, another middle-aged man in uniform who looked like a butler guided them into the villa.
When Zhang Jun entered the residence, what came into sight was classical style decorations, instead of luxurious ones. There was a rosewood old-fashioned armchair in the living room. On the wall were calligraphy and paintings of contemporary famous artists. Lying on the Antique Display Shelf in an orderly manner were porcelains from Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, Ming Dynasty and Qing Dynasty.
Zhang Jun was shocked by these items after taking a glance at them. Any item in this room would be regarded as a treasure by commoners.
They followed the butler to the grand entrance and sat down. Then a young maid served them tea and snacks politely. The butler, standing nearby, said with courtesy, “Please wait for a moment. Mr. Zhuang will come soon.”
Zhang Jun sat down and looked around. It was not long before he was attracted by a painting hanging on the wall. That painting was different from others in that it was not created by ancient or modern painters and there was not a stamp on it.
Once he saw the painting, he felt as if it had entered into his mind. Feeling surprised, Zhang Jun couldn’t but stand up and moved closer to the painting.
It was a simple painting with a man in blue gown holding his hands behind, his cuff waving and his hair fluttering in the breeze. He was standing on the edge of the steep cliff, which was so perilous that it could make others frightened. It was as if he might fall into abyss at any moment.
Zhang Jun naturally used his X-ray vision to observe the painting. In an instant, his eyes seemed to have looked through time and space of history and viewed the real cliff and real person. Not only did he sense loneliness after one reached great artistic achievement, but also he felt an ambition of overlooking the country and controlling the destiny of the common people.
When Zhang Jun was observing the painting, there came a laughter from behind. That person said, “It is made by an important person in the capital city and gifted to my father several years ago. I never expect that it could attract your attention. It seems that you are also a connoisseur of calligraphy and painting.”
Turning around, Zhang Jun found it was Zhuang Wen. He was too absorbed in observing the painting for several minutes to notice that Zhuang Wen had already arrived.
“Zhuang Wen, it is an ambitious painting. I think the person who creates it must assume a supreme status.” Zhang Jun just said what he thought.
Zhuang Wen was surprised: “What a good eye! He just assumed important leadership a few years ago. How could you tell it from the painting?”
Zhang Jun gently replied, “Just a wild guess.”
Preoccupied with his sister’s illness, Zhuang Wen did not take it seriously and asked, “Zhang Jun, can you really introduce Hua Buyi to me?”
“Yes,” Zhang Jun nodded, “I’m coming to see her illness so that I can ask help from Mr. Hua.”
Zhuang Wen folded his hands and seriously spoke to him, “Zhang Jun, I am indebted to you no matter you can make it or not.”
“Do not mention it. I am glad to help you. Where is your sister? I want to see her.” Zhang Jun said.
Zhuang Wen turned to ask the butler, “Zhou, is Lele still sleeping?”
The butler bowed and respectfully replied, “She just wakes up and stares outside blankly without a word.”
Zhuang Wen nodded, leading Zhang Jun and Lin Xian upstairs, “What is your relationship with doctor Hua? How do you know such a remarkable person?”
“Just have an acquaintance with him.” Zhang Jun answered with no intention of further discussion.
Zhuang Wen was smart enough not to ask him further and began talking about Lele’s illness: “Lele is a cute and well-behaved girl until she was 14 years old. However, she has become frantic from time to time since last year.”
As they came to the living room in the second floor, Zhuang Wen opened the door and invited Zhang Jun and Lin Xian to come in.
It was a special living room with a solid door, the inner layer of which enclosed a layer of soft leather. The walls on four sides are covered with a thick layer of flannelette, on which many bite marks were clearly left.
It had simple decorations with a plastic dining table and a rubber low bed. There was also an unpleasant smell resembling that of the traditional Chinese medicine.
Zhuang Wen sighed, “When the illness attacks her, she will become so frantic that she can easily hurt herself. This room is specially redecorated to keep her from hurting herself.”
Zhang Jun nodded and glanced around before setting eyes on a lonely figure.
Wearing pink pajamas, she was in her fifteenth, sitting in front of the window with her shoulder slumped and her legs crossed. She remained quiet, having no interest in others’ talk.
Zhang Jun stared at the back of the girl with his eyes instantly x-raying her. He first saw the smooth back of her body and beautiful anal lobe, and then the internal organs and bones. He did not find anything abnormal in that her blood movement was running normally and the skin injuries had almost been fully recovered. The only thing he discovered was her attractive body.
Zhang Jun walked toward her slowly and then sat beside her with a mild smile, “Lele, I am your brother’s friend.”
Zhuang Wen stood still and signed. Every time when she fell ill, she would stared blankly for a long time during which she had no desire to eat or drink and she was even indifferent to her brother.
In Zhang Jun’s eyes, she was a gorgeous girl with straight-edged nose and bright eyes. Her breasts had been almost fully developed with a beautiful shape.
She was supposed to be happy, but now, she stared blankly forward, making others feel weird.
Sitting there for a while, Zhang Jun was about to leave after getting no responses from her. However, right at the moment, a ting of liveliness crossed her expressionless face.
The liveliness gradually extended to her whole face, showing a helpless expression. She gradually moved closer to Zhang Jun and held his hands tightly like gripping a live-saving straw, murmuring, “Please help me. I am scared.”