Just then, Aunt Wang passed by behind me.
Meng Yao turned her head slightly stiffly: "What's going on?"
She pointed to the wall, which was covered with close-up photos of Meng Yao winning awards, decorated with exquisite photo frames. This was a very conspicuous location, and you could see it almost as soon as you entered the living room.
"Well..." Before Wang Ma could answer, she heard a deeper voice: "What's wrong?"
Rong Yan was already walking down the stairs slowly, holding a briefcase in his hand.
"This..." Meng Yao pointed to the wall: "What's going on?"
Rong Wei raised his eyebrows and glanced at the photos hanging on the wall with satisfaction.
The woman in the photo had a confident and bright smile, her dark eyes seemed dotted with stars, and a black gem on her left earlobe was emitting a bright light.
Xia Yansen took pretty good photos.
"Don't you like it?" Rong Wei pointed to the wall on the other side, where famous calligraphy and paintings were hung. "You can hang it there next time."
He looked around: "There are still many places."
Meng Yao scratched his head: "Isn't it a little too conspicuous and ostentatious? These photos are hung here, and I'm not that capable."
Rong Yan has been working in the business world for many years, and he has won many honors. I can't compare to him with the awards I have won, but he chose to hang his award-winning photo in the most conspicuous place...
"How come?" He raised his eyebrows: "I wish I could hang it in the most conspicuous place so that I can see it as soon as I enter the living room."
Meng Yao withdrew her gaze. There were many photos hanging in her modern home, most of which were daily life photos and photos of Meng Yao winning awards. She didn't think there was anything strange about it, but now when she looked at them again, she felt something strange in her heart.
Rong Yan looked down at his watch and said, "A meeting is about to start. I'll leave first."
Meng Yao was absent-minded: "Go and get busy."
Rong Yun suddenly turned around and looked at Meng Yao: "Wait for me at home."
For some reason, Meng Yao always felt that he emphasized the word "home".
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
*
As soon as Meng Qingqing entered the room, she was told that Rong Zhen was in a bad mood and asked her to comfort him carefully.
Meng Qingqing froze while holding the bag, then slowly loosened her grip. She moved closer to Andre and said, "Uncle Andre, what happened to Dad?"
Andre's light green eyes were also tinged with sadness: "Anyway, it's pretty bad news. You should go and take a look yourself."
Meng Qingqing's face darkened, and then she went upstairs again.
Suddenly Andre called her: "He has been alone for many years, with few trustworthy people around him. You are his daughter, I hope you can stay with him forever."
"He has only one daughter."
Meng Qingqing paused, then turned back as if nothing had happened. She smiled faintly, just as obedient as Andre had remembered.
"Of course, thank you, Uncle Andre."
Andre thought of the photo Rong Zhen had kept for a long time. Meng Qingqing was naturally like that woman, except for her personality...
He remembered the story Rong Zhen had once told him, and his personality was probably not like either of the two.
Meng Qingqing straightened her back unconsciously and took steps forward.
An unknown feeling of uneasiness lingered in her heart. She always felt that Rong Zhen was testing her, and more than once.
Meng Qingqing let out a deep breath. She asked the servant and learned that Rong Zhen had been sitting in the study for the entire afternoon.
Meng Qingqing knocked on the door, and Rong Zhen's voice was immediately heard from inside, which was more gloomy than before, making people feel breathless.
As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong and pungent smell of alcohol. Several kinds of alcohol smells were entangled together and had long lost their original fragrance.
Meng Qingqing walked in carefully, and she had already put on a caring expression: "Dad, what's wrong with you? I heard from Uncle Andre that you haven't been feeling well today."
Rong Zhen liked cleanliness, and as his favorite place to stay, the study was naturally spotless. However, at this moment, there were large stains on the precious carpet, as if wine had splashed on it. There were also several pieces of broken glass not far away, with sharp cracks.
Meng Qingqing suppressed her surprise and walked around the mess.
"You're here?" Rong Zhen was sitting at the desk with several bottles of liquor in front of him.
His emotions didn't seem out of the ordinary, but his eyes were red and his voice was abnormally soft.
Meng Qingqing couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling, but she still walked over and said, "Drinking so much is not good for your health. You can't drink anymore. If there is anything, you can talk to me, Qingqing will definitely help you."
Rong Zhen waved his hand, motioning Meng Qingqing to sit next to him.
"Do you miss your mother?"
This is a sudden and awkward topic.
Meng Qingqing lowered her eyes and said, "Of course I miss her. Without her, there would be no me. I will always miss her..."
Rong Zhen laughed suddenly, but a closer look revealed that there was no trace of a smile on his face: "Just today, I learned some very bad news..."
His smile became exaggerated and even more distorted: "The person I have been looking for for so many years turned out to be dead a long time ago. I don't even know where the grave was built..."
"Everyone has been hiding things from me and deceiving me for who knows how many years..." His voice was filled with a hint of hatred.
Rong Zhen felt that his consciousness was somewhat out of control, and he could not accept this fact.
Before he found her, he had imagined countless possibilities and made countless plans. He even thought that she was so cruel and heartless that she had already been surrounded by children and grandchildren, but who could have thought that the truth was that she had died more than 20 years ago...
It turns out that it wasn’t that she didn’t want to call or send an email, it was just because she was dead, she had died a long time ago…
He would rather she had a happy family with many children and grandchildren.
With a loud bang, another wine bottle broke on the floor, and the red wine looked like sticky blood.
Meng Qingqing was startled and couldn't stop shivering at Rong Zhen's fierce eyes. She suppressed the scream in her throat.
Who would have thought that Meng Yujiao had died long ago.
But it’s better to be dead, so that he won’t suddenly appear and cause trouble for me.
Her brain was working rapidly, and she soon acted as if she was heartbroken and couldn't bear it. She even staggered back a step: "How could this be..."
Rong Zhen's face was still calm, as if he was not the one who smashed the bottle just now: "How much impression do you have of her? She must love you very much, right?"
Meng Qingqing finally came to her senses: "She loves me very much and gives me everything good. I always like to follow her closely. Who would have thought..."
She was immersed in the fun she had made up, but didn't notice that Rong Zhen's eyes were getting colder.
(End of this chapter)