On the day that Qin Man's company officially started operation, Ji Ran sent a painting, and Qin Man asked him to take down the painting on the wall of his office and hang it up.
Half a month later, Ji Rancai stepped into Qin Man's company for the first time.
Ji Ran sat on the sofa and frowned: "...I just bought it, it's not as expensive as your original painting."
"I just wanted to give it to you." Qin Man smiled.
Several employees came in. Liu Chen first greeted Ji Ran, and the other employees immediately followed: "Mr. Ji."
Ji Ran seldom heard this kind of address, so he was a little embarrassed, and hummed.
Qin Man was wearing a white lining, just like wearing a school uniform before, with the buttons tied to the top, listening to the staff report without raising his head, and occasionally humming to indicate that he heard it.
Ji Ran held his chin and looked at it, as if he was back in junior high school in a trance. Qin Man belongs to the student union, and other students reported violation records to him. He also said nothing and nodded occasionally.
Every week, he could see Qin Man write his name down stroke by stroke on the school's criticism poster.
Later, in high school, Qin Man might not participate in the student council because of the busy schedule. Ji Ran felt that it was boring, and since then, he has not deliberately sought offenders.
Ji Ran was thinking about it for a while, when he saw the man who had an indifferent face suddenly raised his head, accurately caught his gaze, his tense expression was slightly loose, and he showed a short smile.
After the employees went out, Qin Man put down his pen: "Little brother, come here."
"Don't go."
"Come on, let me show you something."
Ji Ran frowned and walked over suspiciously.
Qin Man held his wrist, dragged him to his side, and then opened a drawer.
Inside is a photo frame with Ji Ran's photo in it.
I don't know if I'm used to it, but Ji Ran is very calm: "This one is too ugly."
Qin Man laughed: "I didn't let you see this..."
He took out the frame, revealing the dark brown file pocket underneath.
Ji Ran: "What is it?"
"About your mother." Qin Man raised his eyes, "Want to see it?"
Ji Ran paused, his eyes fixed on the file bag, and after a while he asked, "...what?"
"The past is more specific than you know." Qin Man lowered his hand and clasped his fingers tightly, "Ji Guozheng spent a lot of time hiding it, and it took me a while to find someone."
Ji Ran knew that it was difficult to investigate.
He found various channels and spent a lot of money, but he has not found any real news for several years. The news came unexpectedly, Ji Ran rolled his throat and squeezed out a sentence: "Who did you find?"
"Auntie's agent."
Ji Ran returned to the sofa with the document, hesitated for a few seconds while holding the white thread, and then twisted and opened it.
The stuff inside is astonishingly complete.
The transfer records from more than ten years ago, the printed text messages, and a USB flash drive.
Seeing his doubts, Qin Man said, "It's the content of the call between her and your mother."
Ji Ran pinched the small shiny black object: "... the content of the call?"
"Recording." Qin Man said, "At that time, in order to appease your mother, she said that she would help her call the police, and there was aunt's explanation in it... There was also a call between the agent and Ji Guozheng after the incident. In order to ensure that she was safe, she also wanted to find Ji Guozheng took the money and recorded it."
Ji Ran squeezed the U disk tightly, and his fingers turned white.
After half a minute, he took a deep breath: "I'm going back."
"I'll accompany you." Qin Man said immediately.
"No." Ji Ran gritted his teeth, "...I want to hear it myself."
Qin Man frowned, still holding on to him.
"I'm fine, I'll listen to myself." Ji Ran insisted.
Qin Man hesitated for a moment, but took a step back: "Then you have to promise me, after listening... No matter what decision you make, tell me, okay."
"… it is good."
Qin Man nodded decisively: "I will have someone take you back, you are not suitable for driving now."
Ji Ran went home, plugged the USB flash drive into the computer, and put on headphones.
The hand holding the mouse stopped for more than ten seconds before slowly moving to the audio file named "Z Narrative Content".
When I clicked it, it was the agent's voice: "Wait a minute, I'll adjust the equipment, right away."
After a few beeps, Ji Ran heard silence in the earphones for a few seconds, and then came a thin female voice: "... Okay?"
He hadn't heard this voice in more than ten years.
Zhao Qingtong is a southern woman with an extremely soft accent. In the past, when Ji Ran listened to her bedtime stories, she could always fall asleep quickly within five minutes.
During the recording time of this audio, she had just experienced a catastrophe, her voice was fragile and helpless, and her voice was faintly nasal.
Ji Ran calmly listened to the five minutes of audio.
Because of his fear, Zhao Qingtong's description was a bit confusing, but it was generally understandable, and it was almost the same as what he thought.
He turned his eyes and moved his eyes to the audio called "j call".
There are two audios of "j call". Ji Ran thought it was a recording that was split into two files. Unexpectedly, the second audio file was opened at one point, and a slightly familiar hoarse male voice came out.
This voice did not belong to Ji Guozheng.
Ji Ran knew whose voice it was.
…
In the afternoon, when Ji Ran turned on these audios for the seventh time, the phone rang.
"Ji Ran, it's me." Ji Wei said in a serious tone, "Where are you now?"
"What's up."
"Dad wants to see you." Ji Wei said, "He said, if you don't come, your name will not be on the will."
"Will?" Ji Ran chuckled lightly.
"Well, the lawyer will come in the afternoon." Ji Weimo said for a while, "I know my mother has looked for you, don't listen to her, it's yours, I won't rob you."
Ji Ran lowered his head and took his eyes away from the computer screen: "What time?"
"Two o'clock."
"Is my good grandma there?" Ji Ran picked up the pen on the table and twirled it around his fingertips.
"Of course grandma is..." Ji Wei noticed that his tone was wrong, "Ji Ran, what do you want to do?"
"I'll go." Ji Ran got up and walked to the closet, opened it, "let them wait."
—
Ji Zhai, which was still beautiful a few months ago, has a very heavy atmosphere today, and even the servants are dead.
Ji Guo was sitting at the desk, his high spirits were long gone. His face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and his patience had worn off over time.
With a bang, he slapped the table: "Will he come?!"
Ji Wei took out his phone: "I'll ask again."
"Did you really inform him?" Mrs. Ji frowned, "You told him exactly, did you make a will today?"
Ji Wei was helpless: "Grandma, I won't lie to you about these things."
Ji Guo sat with an expressionless face.
During this period of time, his life seemed to be hit by the accelerator button. Everything happened suddenly and quickly, which caught him off guard.
Serious illness is detected, family infighting, company turmoil.
Piece by piece, it is impossible to deal with it at all. Just the thing in his head made him exhausted, but he had to keep his spirits up and clean up other messes.
Chen Qianqiong sat on the sofa, with her legs together, slightly tilted, sitting extremely elegantly, with the lawyer she brought beside her.
"He probably didn't intend to ask for your inheritance." She said lightly, "Otherwise, let's start directly, don't waste each other's time."
"This is our family's business." Mrs. Ji's eyes were sharp, and she scratched her like a knife.
"Old Madam, legally speaking, I am still your daughter-in-law now." Chen Qianqiong smiled, "Of course I have the right to speak about my own affairs."
The old lady's chest was blocked, and she was too lazy to talk to her again.
It was she who miscalculated.
The reason why she fell in love with Chen Qianqiong at the beginning was because the other party had a good family background and was helpful to them, and they were not as good as Ji's family. This kind of marriage partner was just right, and it was also the reason why she tried her best to match her and her son.
Although she had heard of Chen Qianqiong's temperament, she was still a woman no matter how powerful she was.
It now appears that she was very wrong.
Chen Qianqiong was reluctant to let her go: "Old Madam, I heard that in the past few years, you have always put the blame on me?"
Mrs. Ji's back froze, her mind turned fast, and she frowned at her: "Have you looked for Ji Ran? What did you tell him?"
"What do you think, I'm not someone who likes to take the blame. Who threatened Zhao Qingtong to have an abortion and asked the media to put pressure on her, who should take the blame now." Chen Qianqiong said.
"I had no choice but to!" Mrs. Ji clapped her chair, "If she hadn't come to seduce Guozheng... How noble are you yourself? Don't think I don't know, why did you keep him in the first place!"
"Stop arguing!" Ji Guozheng was very annoyed, "If you make any more noise, just let me out!"
Chen Qianqiong was not afraid of him, sneered and pointed the finger at Ji Guozheng: "If you couldn't control yourself, how could there be so many things?"
Ji Wei stood by the wall, his fists clenched tightly, he had to persevere in order to restrain his back from touching the wall.
He never imagined that one day, these elders, who are usually dignified and elegant in front of him, would get together and quarrel until they blush.
After a while, I'm afraid he will also join this farce.
He had to fight, he couldn't be sorry for his mother.
Too bad.
Xu Lin was beside him, and when the people around him were not paying attention, he stretched out his hand to his back, smoothed it gently, and said in a low voice, "...It doesn't matter."
Ji Wei looked sideways, just about to say that he was fine, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the person standing outside the door.
At this time, Ji Ran had heard enough.
He only looked at Ji Wei for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door, and the quarrel inside immediately stopped.
"There's something wrong, it's late."
People who are usually not remembered at home banquets, but today are full of sense of existence. His hair was dyed black, and he was dressed casually. At first glance, he was the purest and cleanest existence in this house.
Seeing that this quarrel finally subsided, Ji Guozheng put down his heart a little: "Why are you here so late?! You are so big, can't you even be punctual?"
"It's okay." Ji Ran smiled, "As long as you haven't died, it's not too late for me."
As soon as these words came out, the study room was quiet for a moment.
Mrs. Ji closed her eyes, her heart was over.
This person is completely out of her control.
Ji Guozheng blushed: "What do you mean by this—"
Ji Ran pulled a wooden stool, sat down and said, "I care about you, aren't you afraid of your death? Didn't you say you want to issue a will? I'm here, read it."
Mrs. Ji calmed down and gave her son a look.
A part of it must be given to Ji Ran, otherwise Chen Qianqiong's ability, her marriage with Ji Guozheng is still in the legal stage, and the prosecution will probably hollow them out.
Ji Ran is at least a little easier to deal with than her.
Ji Guozheng's face was ashen, and he motioned for the lawyer to start reading.
The lawyer picked up the contract and said, "Entrusted by Mr. Ji Guozheng, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, the door was knocked twice.
Who else
Everyone in the room had different thoughts, and looked at each other vigilantly. Only Ji Ran was playing Tetris with his head down.
The assistant opened the door, and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes and gold-rimmed glasses standing outside the door. He was holding a black file bag in his hand, looking smart and capable.
"Excuse me, I'm Mr. Ji's lawyer."
Ji Ran looked up suspiciously.
The lawyer glanced left and right, found the person he wanted to serve, stepped forward quickly, nodded and said, "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, because President Qin's notice is too short, so I'm late, I hope I'm not late."
Originally, in the whole room, only Ji Ran had no lawyer behind him. So even if Ji Ran behaved wildly when he came, everyone knew that he was just a necessary item in the process and had no other threat.
Under everyone's astonished eyes, the lawyer took out a note from the file bag and lowered his voice: "Mr. Ji, maybe this question is a bit temporary... But I have to ask clearly, in this will, what is your appeal?"
Ji Ran came back to his senses and couldn't help but bow his head and smile.
Today is not the old dog Qin.
It's full of Doraemon.
He said: "It's not mine, don't fight for it."
Chen Qianqiong frowned slightly.
As long as Ji Ran doesn't get involved, when she appeals, Ji Guo is about to obediently give her half of the property, and she has this confidence.
Ji Wei closed his eyes.
He knows it, he knows it too well, just because of Ji Ran's temperament, it is impossible to do things according to other people's requirements.
He didn't think his mother's words could move Ji Ran.
Sure enough, before Mrs. Ji's attack, Ji Ran sneered and finished speaking.
"...But it should be mine, not a cent less."