Nanyang didn't stay in Mei's for too long, and left after a while. Mei Zhongli gave her the key to the Mei family villa and asked the secretary to take her home.
Sure enough, she only walked on the front foot, and Zhu Qinghuan entered the Mei's Park on the back foot. Mei Zhongli asked Liu Zhen and Sun Guohui to leave first, and called Zhu Qinghuan into his office to chat with her alone.
"Uncle Mei..." Zhu Qinghuan took the initiative to speak.
Mei Zhongli sat down calmly and interrupted her calmly: "Girl, I know what you want to say. Your father called me and said that you left home after a fight with him last night. You're gone, is this the case?"
The words that Zhu Qinghuan had prepared were all blocked by Mei Zhongli's preemptive strike. She pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes."
Mei Zhongli motioned to his assistant to pour a cup of coffee for Zhu Qinghuan, stroked his beard and chuckled: "Have you seen Nanyang?"
"No. Has she come back?" Zhu Qinghuan frowned.
Mei Zhongli nodded, knowing clearly in his chest, it seems that the ancestors in the morning did not tell Zhu Qinghuan her identity. He could guess that the sulky nature of the ancestor must be a problem that can be solved with one word and never say two words.
"She just came back today, and she should be on her way home now. Prepare yourself and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her to register your marriage tomorrow afternoon."
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned.
Ming... Tomorrow
In such a hurry
"Uncle May, I... Actually, I..." The words of refusal were squeezed into his mouth with difficulty, and he was about to spit them out.
Mei Zhongli seemed to be able to penetrate her mind, and said slowly: "Girl, Nanyang is a very good person. You will be very happy when you marry her. Our Meizhu family has had a good relationship for so many years. You two get married. It will only deepen the friendship between our two families. If your father and I become in-laws, it will be much more convenient to help him in the future. Of course, it will also be much more convenient to help you."
Zhu Qinghuan gritted his teeth and didn't dare to say another word.
How could she not hear the threat hidden in Mei Zhongli's warm words
His implication is obviously that if you get married obediently, your family will have good fruit to eat. If you don't obey, I will show you a fact: I am very easy when I help you, and I will also destroy you. Very light.
When she was a child, she always thought that her father and Uncle May were good friends, so they were so close. But when she grew up, she realized that only people of equal status were worthy of being friends, and her father was just a little guy who was reluctant to give him the benefits of the Mei family, and eagerly wanted to have a relationship with Mei Zhongli. And she is the doomed victim in this "rubbing relationship".
But what can she do? She can not care about her acting career, don't want Mei Zhongli to take the various awards that she has won for her, and give up the large amount of high-quality resources that Mei Zhongli has given her. But can she not care about the life and death of her parents
If the Mei Group wanted to crush Dad's small company, it was as easy as crushing an ant.
I wish my family a very good life under the blessing of Mrs. Mei over the past few years, and the family is also rich. My parents are used to such a rich life. If the entire Zhu family goes to failure because of their own willfulness, how can parents get used to the days of poverty
She had built up the courage for a long time, but was easily disintegrated by Mei Zhongli's few words.
From birth, the tone of her destiny has been written. Captive, imprisoned, shackled.
She couldn't resist, and was powerless to resist, just like an ant's arm could never lift a human's foot.
"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will ask the driver to drive you to the Civil Affairs Bureau." Mei Zhongli's indifferent voice sounded as if a sentence was pronounced, "Remember to wear a white shirt and put on a beautiful makeup. You are going to shoot the wedding tomorrow. The photo will be the only wedding photo in your life."
Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head, her fingernails sinking into her palm.
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When Nanyang arrived at the new house, it was lunch time. She opened the security door, changed her shoes at the entrance, and watched takeout with her mobile phone.
A young girl in an apron suddenly ran over from the kitchen, with beautiful features, clear eyes, and her white forehead was covered with sweat from oil smoke. Seeing Nanyang, she looked surprised, and she was about to kneel down with the spatula:
"Goodbye old..."
Nanyang supported her arm, "No need to salute."
"Old Ancestor, you, you're back, the meal will be ready, I'll..." The girl suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I forgot to say, my name is Sun Xuxue, my grandfather is Sun Guohui, grandpa asked me to come take care of you."
Nanyang was a little puzzled. Her identity was a secret. Generally speaking, Mei Zhongli and the others would not easily tell her family.
Seeing Nan Yang frown, Sun Xuxue immediately explained: "I am the 66th generation heir selected by grandpa. Grandpa said that after he passed away, I will protect you."
Nanyang nodded and said, "You don't have to be so polite, just be commensurate with my peers."
"No," Sun Xuxue shook his head solemnly. "My grandfather told me since I was young that you are more important than your relatives and loved ones. You cannot be arrogant, rude, or rebellious when you treat you. How can I be worthy of your peers?"
Nanyang couldn't help sighing.
Three thousand years ago, she gained immortality with a forbidden technique. Her three direct disciples were afraid that something would happen to their dear master after their death, so they discussed such a bad idea: find a successor for each, and use an almost brainwashing method to make the master become the belief of these successors and become theirs The god in their hearts becomes the only meaning of their lives, and then let the descendants find the next descendant, and so on. Sometimes Nanyang wondered what method Yuntang and the others used to extend this brainwashing teaching for dozens of generations until today.
"Are you eating now? Or do you rest for a while before eating?"
"Eat now." Nanyang walked to the dining table, flipped over two glasses, and asked casually while pouring water, "Did your grandfather tell you about me?"
"Of course there is."
"...what did he say about me?"
"Grandpa said, you are a person who doesn't like to talk very much, but you are actually very kind, especially kind." Sun Xuxue brought plates of hot dishes to the table, "About your past, he told me More than three thousand years ago, you accidentally picked up a six or seven-year-old beggar when you went out, and brought her back to Beifu to be your youngest apprentice, the uncle Qinghuan. The uncle Qinghuan grew up to ten At the age of seven, I fell in love with you. You hesitated and escaped, but in the end, you still chose to go against the yin-yang convention and became a couple with her. Later, by chance, Bei Pui found out that she was from the evil sect Burning Heaven Clan. Young Master, more than ten years ago, it was the Northern Punishment who joined other decent sects to slaughter her entire family, making her an orphan. Evil sect, Northern Punishment is decent, there is always a battle between righteous and evil. Grandpa said that in the last battle between righteous and evil, Master Qing Huan died under your sword. You are very regretful and feel that you owe her, so for three thousand years, you have been I want to make up for it. Later, you sacrificed a lot and finally learned a forbidden technique and gained immortality, which made you and the soul of Master Qinghuan have a life-long entanglement. Grandpa said, wait until Master Qinghuan's ninety-ninth In the next reincarnation, she will remember you, and when she remembers you, you will begin to grow old with her and go through this life together."
Nanyang didn't say a word, just tightened his fingers holding the water glass.
"But the ninety-ninth generation has only been used for more than three thousand years..." Sun Xuxue whispered to himself, "On average, each lifetime only lasts... More than thirty years old."
"Because, not every life is a human." Nanyang recalled the past years, his eyes lowered slightly, "Sometimes, a rabbit can only live a few years. Sometimes a flower can only live a few years. a season."
Sun Xuxue said in surprise: "How did you recognize it?"
Nanyang was silent for a moment and replied, "That forbidden technique. I don't know how to explain it to you, but I can sense her."
"Then... the first ninety-eight reincarnations, have you found them in every life?"
"Well. I found them all."
Nanyang turned his head and looked at the empty living room, his voice getting softer and softer, "Although she doesn't remember me, I have been by her side for more than three thousand years, accompany her, and have never been absent."
Sun Xuxue didn't know what the concept of three thousand years was. She only knew that the three years she studied in high school was so long that she couldn't even recognize the classmates in her junior high school graduation photo after graduation. What kind of obsession can make one person remember another person for three thousand years
"Grandpa, they must also feel sorry for you, that's why they want to promote your marriage with Miss Zhu."
Nanyang sighed softly, and there was a trace of loss in his usually emotionless eyes: "But... I saw her today, but she still doesn't recognize me."
Sun Xuxue seemed to be able to feel the desperation of the hopelessness, and his heart also clenched: "Old Ancestor, don't be sad, there must be a step that hasn't been done yet. My grandfather and I will go further and study the secret of the forbidden technique. Volume, it won't take too long, don't worry."
"...Actually, you don't have to take my business so seriously. If you have something you want to do more, you can do yours first."
"How can that be? You are the most important. I… I have nothing to do."
Nanyang was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth:
"Xu Xue, don't look for the next generation to inherit."
Sun Xuxue's eyes widened: "Why?"
"You have done a lot for me, I know it, and I am very grateful." Nan Yang's fingers on the table slowly tightened, "But I really can't bear to see them again, one after another, for these inexplicable reasons. Inheritance, miss out on what could have been a better life.”
Sun Xuxue looked at Nanyang blankly.
She seemed to understand why so many people were willing to follow Nanyang from generation to generation. A person's kindness is valuable, but the most rare thing is that she could have chosen not to be kind, but still retain sympathy for everyone in her heart.
Why did such an ancestor let his beloved die on his sword back then