Hearing this, Xiao Jiashu's straight lips trembled slightly. He doesn't lack that little share, and he doesn't want to live a lifetime without doing anything. In his view, that is not called comfort, but mediocre. He is the descendant of the Xiao family, why can't he contribute to the family
Mother Xiao was going crazy. She felt that she couldn't communicate with her husband no matter what, so she couldn't help but scream, "Don't Xiaoshu deserve 5% of the shares? Your dad also gave 5% to the second and third rooms a few days ago. % of the shares, that is the share that the descendants of the Xiao family should have, and they have to be given. Why is it a special kindness to come to Xiaoshu? He is not your son, not your father's grandson? He is me and I A wild species born by others? Xiao Qijie, you can't be so biased, you can only see Dingbang in your eyes, and don't take Xiaoshu seriously at all! He studied so hard just to help you after graduation, help him Big brother. He's a good boy, you can't treat him like this!"
"Okay, what nonsense are you talking about! He is my son, of course I will take care of him. If I don't join the Xiao family, I will be biased? He has 5% of the shares if he doesn't do anything. Who doesn't envy him? Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, you are trying to borrow him a piece of property, you are doing it for yourself! When we got married, we signed a prenuptial agreement. You said you wouldn't covet a penny from the Xiao family, don't you think? Have you forgotten? If you're not willing to tell Dad yourself, don't mess around here!"
Mother Xiao was outraged and screamed, "Xiao Qijie, you bastard! I did sign a prenuptial agreement back then, I didn't marry you for your money, it's true. But I am me, Xiaoshu is Xiaoshu , I don't want your Xiao family a cent, but Xiaoshu is your son, and he deserves what belongs to him! You can't leave him abroad and ignore everything, he is a part of this family! " The cry of woo woo came, revealing strong grief and helplessness.
Xiao Jiashu was completely expressionless, sitting on the sofa like a statue. The father was married for the second time. Before the mother, there was a wife who died of stomach cancer. The two met half a year after the death of the ex-wife. No matter how she refused to believe her innocence, she always thought that she deliberately seduced her father, and then took advantage of the power of the Xiao family. The real master of the Xiao family, Mr. Xiao, had a deep misunderstanding of his mother, and was extremely fond of the eldest grandson of his first wife, so he did his best to suppress the mother and son.
Xiao Jiashu originally thought that when he was admitted to Wharton and graduated with honors, his grandfather would change his mind, but now it seems to be wishful thinking. Mr. Xiao's temperament is very stubborn. If he likes someone, he can't wait to dig his heart out. If he hates someone, it's too much to look at him. Xiao Jiashu's half-brother Xiao Dingbang is the one who is favored, and he himself is redundant.
The quarrel upstairs came to an end, only the faint cry of the mother came; the father's temper also disappeared, and his voice became much softer, as if he was apologizing. As the eldest son of the Xiao family, he should have shouldered the heavy responsibility of establishing a portal, but he had no choice but to have limited ability, indecision and lack of courage. Today's Xiao family has the final say, and others have no right to speak. The old man didn't let Xiao Jiashu enter the Xiao family. First, he didn't like his background, and second, he was afraid of his brothers.
Xiao Dingbang's attitude towards the mother and son was not warm, he just nodded when he saw it, and he would not speak for Xiao Jiashu. So the previous question came again, why did you want to go back to China? Why would you give up your favorite major to study business administration? Is your sweat and effort just wasted? Xiao Jiashu slowly leaned his head on the back of the chair, his expression inexplicably blank.
At this moment, Xiao Dingbang came in with a briefcase, and the servant who had been lukewarm to Er Shao immediately greeted him. One helped with the bag, the other helped take off his coat, and the other took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. Respectfully placed at the feet of the young master, no one knows better than them who is the real master of the Xiao family.
"Brother, you're back." Xiao Jiashu stood up immediately, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. He still respects this eldest brother very much. He has the ability and courage. He has more than tripled the industry of Xiao's within a few years of taking office. No one is more suitable to be the helm of Xiao's Pharmaceutical Group than him. He is a natural leader. Xiao Jiashu never thought about competing with his eldest brother. He just wanted to make his grandfather and father proud of himself, and at the same time, he wanted to share his worries with his eldest brother. How about an old saying? Oh, by the way, call the brothers to break the gold together.
But Xiao Dingbang doesn't seem to think so. He was stunned for a while, then nodded coldly, and when he heard the cry from upstairs, he couldn't help frowning. But he didn't say anything, didn't express his brother's welcome back home, didn't care about the quarrel between his parents, turned around and went up to the second floor.
Seeing his tall and straight background disappear at the corner of the stairs, Xiao Jiashu's slightly joyful eyes dimmed. The servants standing in the corner bowed their heads one after another, but exchanged contemptuous glances between them. A mistress is a mistress, and an illegitimate child is an illegitimate child. There are still people in the Xiao family who understand, as long as Mr. Xiao and the young master don't let go, the second young master will never be able to get ahead.
Feeling the atmosphere full of oppression and exclusion, Xiao Jiashu was very sad. For a moment, he really wanted to buy a plane ticket back to the United States and never came back, but thinking about his mother upstairs, he endured it abruptly. . What should my mother do? Her relationship with her father seems to be getting worse and worse. Her father's unfounded suspicion is like a sharp knife, cutting her mother all over, and she could have lived better...
Once again, Xiao Jiashu felt sorry for his weakness, he couldn't do anything, let alone help his mother. In the frustration, Mother Xiao's eyes were red, but she had an elegant and gentle smile on her face, as if nothing had happened, "Xiaoshu, go take a shower, change a set of clothes, I'll have it later. Go to the old house to eat with your grandfather."
Even if he knew that it was his grandfather's decision not to enter the Xiao family, Xiao Jiashu couldn't resist. If he revealed the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, the grandfather would be furious, and then turn his anger on his mother, and abuse her in the harshest words in front of his uncle and aunt. He despised the actors, thinking that they were inferior things.
Xiao Jiashu was full of resistance, but still stood up obediently, "Okay, I'll go right away."
Xue Miao patted her son's head with a gentle smile, but tears flashed in her eyes. She didn't know whether it was right or wrong for her to send her son abroad, whether it was right or wrong to encourage him to change his studies in business administration, or even marry Xiao Qijie back then? But she knew she had done the right thing, and that was bringing her son into this world. He is her best gift and warmest solace.
The family of four quickly packed up and went to the old house. Mr. Xiao sat in the main seat surrounded by his descendants. He was laughing loudly. When he saw Xiao Jiashu who entered the door, his face immediately turned cold, "What are you wearing? How tattered!" He raised He picked up his cane and pointed to his grandson's pants.
Xiao Jiashu looked down at his ripped jeans with question marks all over his face. This is ACNE STUDIO's new model this year. It is trendy and cool to wear, and it looks like your legs are longer and straighter. Don't be too handsome with a white T, why is it tattered? He was about to explain a few words to his grandfather, when he heard his elder brother's calm voice behind him, "Grandpa, I have a few questions to discuss with you about the acquisition of Sunshine Pharmaceuticals."
Mr. Xiao's face immediately softened, and he raised his hand and said, "Go, go to the study to talk. Hong Ying, let the chef start cooking."
"Hey, I'll let them do it now." Hong Ying agreed with a smile. She is the wife of the second child of Xiao. She is from a noble family, and she is shrewd and capable. She is highly valued by the old man. She takes care of almost all the affairs of the family. It's a pity that the sons she gave birth to are not up to the mark, and their ability is not as good as Xiao Dingbang, otherwise it is uncertain who is at the helm of the Xiao family. She was very jealous of Xiao Dingbang, but she couldn't provoke him, so she had to take out Xiao Jiashu's mother and son, always speaking with thorns, and poking at the most painful places.
Xiao Jiashu didn't like the two uncles and aunts very much, but if he didn't come to the old house, he would be reprimanded by his grandfather for being unruly, not understanding filial piety, being an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, etc., so he had to come. The Xiao family is a huge cage to him and to his mother...
"I'm afraid you'll be worried." Ji Mian gently wiped off the water stains on the corner of his mouth and reflected, "But now I find that not telling you will make you more worried. I was wrong, and I will correct it later. You know this Did you just end the trip early?"
Lin Leyang couldn't get angry at all, and muttered, "Yeah, I came back early, and I want to see you as soon as possible. It's good to know that I'm wrong, you will tell me no matter what happens in the future, don't let me be the last person in the world to know. Or, that's tragic. Also, you can't travel at night anymore, especially when you're filming in a remote place."
"Okay, I'll definitely learn my lesson." Ji Mian took her little boyfriend into her arms and chuckled, "Go take a shower, and I'll take you to a big meal later."
Lin Leyang looked happy, but he was a little reluctant. Ji Mian grew up abroad and was accustomed to eating Western food, and because of his special status, he went to high-end places that ordinary people could not enter. It felt so indescribable.
Every time he eats western food with Ji Mian, Lin Leyang has never been full, and his every move is under the surveillance of others, which makes his stomach hurt even more. If possible, he would like to tell the other party aloud: what western food to eat! We can find any hot pot restaurant to eat more than these Michelin restaurants!
However, at the beginning of the relationship between the two, he was not only embarrassed to show his dislike of Western food, but he had to pretend to like it to win Ji Mian's approval. Endured.
He smiled and kissed Ji Mian, and immediately collapsed after walking into the bathroom. He was reminded of a novel by the Russian writer Anton Pavlovich Chekhov called "The Man in a Case". When eating western food with perfect etiquette, he felt that he was the one in the cover, and every cell was screaming and suffocating.
Ji Mian stood outside the bathroom, staring at the misty sliding door, the smile in his eyes slowly subsided and changed to contemplation. After a long time, he suddenly shook his head and sighed, with a helpless and happy expression on his face.
An hour later, Lin Leyang, who had washed away his dust, and Ji Mian, who had been dressed up in disguise, sat in the box of a hot pot restaurant. There were many small dishes in front of them, including tripe, duck intestines, vermicelli, potatoes... and sesame sauce, chili sauce, Mushroom sauce... The red and bright soup base tumbles in the pot, exuding a domineering aroma.
Lin Leyang smelled the aroma with all his strength, his expression a little dazed, "Brother Ji, why do you suddenly want to eat hot pot? Can you eat spicy food?"
"I ordered slightly spicy, so it shouldn't be a problem." Ji Mian messed up her little boyfriend's hair and smiled, "In the future, you must say what you like to eat. It's about mutual understanding, but mutual communication, mutual understanding, and mutual tolerance."
Lin Leyang's cheeks flushed slowly, and he murmured, "Brother Ji, do you see that I don't like western food?" He was very ashamed, but also moved. Brother Ji is really gentle, just like when he started dating. He has never changed, he is not brave enough.
Ji Mian shook her head helplessly, "Your acting skills are very good, I have been deceived by you. In the future, what you like and what you don't like, you must say it, don't keep it in your heart. Of course, I will be honest with you."
Lin Leyang nodded again and again, "Okay, I will never lie to you in the future. Brother Ji, you are so kind, I must have accumulated a lot of virtue in my last life, and I can only find a boyfriend like you in this life."
"What nonsense are you talking about, you're fine too." Ji Mian ruffled his hair again and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat, I hear your stomach growling."
Lin Leyang covered his face, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He wanted to cook whatever he wanted, but he couldn't scream anymore. His lips were so hot that they were so red. Ji Mian didn't eat much, and spent most of his time taking care of his little boyfriend, handing him tissues for a while, and helping him with vegetables for a while, with tenderness in his eyes.
After eating half full, Lin Leyang sighed with relief, feeling that today's date was happier than ever before. He wiped the grease off the corner of his mouth and couldn't help kissing Ji Mian in exchange for a big smile.
"You will graduate in a few months. Where are you going to work? I have a friend in Beijing and Taiwan, who can help you clear it up." Ji Mian poured a cup of tea for her little boyfriend.
"Let's look at it later. I'll write my graduation thesis first." Lin Leyang habitually lowered his head to hide his expression. In fact, he didn't want to be an anchor, but rather liked acting, but he was afraid that Ji Mian would misunderstand that he would borrow him to take the position, so he never dared to mention it.
Ji Mian drank tea slightly, and finally sighed helplessly. He put down the teacup, as if to consider, but in the end said nothing. Lin Leyang was afraid that he would really help him find a job as a broadcast host, so he didn't continue the topic. The two finished their meal in silence and returned home in silence.
"Le Yang, remember what I said before, just tell me what you want, don't keep it in your heart. Think about your work, and I will help if I can." Ji Mian, who had washed off the smell of hot pot, walked out of the bathroom. Walking out, there was only a small bath towel around his strong waist, which looked very sexy.
Lin Leyang realized what was going to happen next, his cheeks flushed instantly, then he bypassed Ji Mian and ran into the bathroom quickly to wash his body.
The two embraced naturally, and Ji Mian kissed her little boyfriend while touching the condom in the bedside table. Lin Leyang was made dizzy by his superb kissing skills, but his nerves were tense when he touched him. Ji Mian in life has a gentle side and a domineering side, but Ji Mian on the bed is simply a beast, which is hard for Lin Leyang to bear.
His two hands rested on Ji Mian's chest, seemingly caressing, but in fact he gently pushed and refused. This action was completely subconscious, and he didn't even notice it himself. But Ji Mian stopped quickly, covered himself with a quilt, and said hoarsely, "Do you have to go back to school tomorrow to hand in your papers?"
Lin Leyang went down when he saw Po, "Yeah, I have to get up at seven tomorrow, and Professor Han asked me to meet at eight."
"Then we won't do it tonight. You have a good rest and try to pass the dissertation defense successfully." Ji Mian stood up and said patiently, "Go to sleep first, I'll take a shower in the bathroom."
Lin Leyang didn't ask him why he had to take two baths, nodding and shrinking into the bed, full of relief.
Ji Mian stood under the shower head, trying to quench the fire with cold water, the expression on his face was gloomy and unpredictable.
Half an hour later, Lin Leyang had fallen asleep, curled up like a baby, which was an extremely insecure sleeping position. Ji Mian, who was cold all over, stood by the bed and watched him for a while, then turned up the air conditioner temperature, covered him with a thin quilt, and walked to the next study to make a phone call.
"Uncle Xiu, I would like to recommend someone to join the cast of "The Apostle"... He is not a professional actor, but his acting skills are very good, can you give him a chance to audition? Okay, okay, I will bring him to the audition on time, thank you Uncle Xiu. Go to bed earlier, drink less alcohol, and pay attention to your health." After hanging up the phone, Ji Mian stared at the script on the desk and sighed.
The next day, Fang Kun, who heard that Ji Mian wanted to recommend Lin Leyang to the crew, was going crazy, "My great actor Ji, are you kidding me? Don't you know your relationship with Lin Leyang? You can't hide it from others. , You still want him to enter the entertainment industry, and you want to take him to film together, do you think those paparazzi are not powerful enough?"
"After I completely fade out of the entertainment industry, I won't come out publicly, but I won't cover up my sexuality anymore." Ji Mian said seriously, "The first half of my life was too tiring, and the second half of my life I want to relax."
"Okay, you're going to retire anyway, you don't care, but how old is Lin Leyang? If he becomes popular, don't you think about him? Homosexuality is difficult to get along in the circle, and you don't know it." Fang Kun said bitterly "Besides, now Lin Leyang is wholeheartedly with you. After he sees the colorfulness of the entertainment industry, can you be sure that he will hang on your crooked neck tree? If you love him, keep him away from entertainment. Circle, this is hell!"
"There is another saying - if you love him, take him into the entertainment industry. This is heaven." Ji Mian said word by word, "Whether it is heaven or hell, it all depends on personal choice. I believe in Le Yang, willing to Give him a chance, everyone will be happy if he wins, and he will accept it calmly if he loses, this is my attitude."
Fang Kun was trembling with anger, and after a while, he said, "Okay, I see how long you two can toss!"
When everyone guessed that he would NG a few times, Director Luo began to talk for the third time. He really wanted to give Xiao Jiashu a tight skin, but he wouldn't waste the film just for him.
"I'll give you a few key words, you remember. One is fear, the second is restraint, the third is hope, the fourth is despair, and the fifth is sorrow. What are you afraid of? Because you handed over the criminal evidence of the group to the police, However, the group was the first to intercept these evidences. You don’t know what will happen to you next, not to mention that you were caught and executed by Ling Tao’s nemesis before, injected with drugs and HIV, you have no future. Do you say you are afraid? What is restraint? You are addicted to drugs, but you can't show it in front of your brother, and the way you have been educated since childhood does not allow you to show embarrassment in front of others, so you must restrain What are you looking forward to? You hope that your brother has a little conscience and can correct his wrongs. What is despair, your only relative is going to kill you, you say you are not desperate? Sad, you are dying, or you are kissed by yourself Brother killed, you don't mourn who grieves? So you understand?"
"Understood." Xiao Jiashu, who had put on makeup and costumes, nodded again and again, but his eyes were full of circles. He had no acting skills at all, so how could he know how to express such complex emotions
The director gave him a fixed look and explained, "If you still don't understand, bring yourself into the play based on reality. You imagine that Ji Mian is your brother and he wants to kill you. How do you feel?"
"Then I will definitely collapse." Xiao Jiashu laughed dryly. Ji Mian and his brother are completely two types of people. They have nothing in common at all. How can they associate them? He paused, then asked, "Director, I have one last question. What does it look like to be addicted to drugs? You keep saying that the inside of your bones is itchy, and you want to scratch yourself to death, but my bones have never been itchy."
Luo Zhangwei suppressed his anger, and then shouted, "Director Wang, find a video for him to watch, hurry up!"
Deputy Director Wang immediately found a live-action video for Master Xiao to watch. Xiao Jiashu watched carefully with the iPad in his hands, and he was secretly relieved—it could be delayed for a while. He couldn't understand Luo Director's words in a short period of time, let alone perform. But what is it like to be addicted to drugs? Rolling all over the floor, wailing, begging, tearing hair, sobs, it's just irritating eyes! No wonder Ling Feng wanted to restrain this physiological reaction.
As soon as Xiao Jiashu watched this high-energy video of the whole process, Luo Zhangwei pushed him into a large box, and then asked the two actors who played the bodyguards to cover the box and prepare to start filming.