On this day, Gu's time-honored brand had an uninvited guest. Neither Gu Xinyao nor Jiang Nanxing expected that, in the end, when things were going smoothly, Cheng's suddenly came out to interfere.
Although this Cheng family is also a famous family in Ancheng, his business scope has nothing to do with the catering industry. Now that he suddenly extends his hand, it is very puzzling.
Jiang Nanxing asked people to conduct a detailed investigation of Shu Qiang, the leader of the Cheng family.
Looking at the pile of information, Jiang Nanxing fell into deep thought.
At the same time, Shuqiang, who was sitting on the sofa and holding a wine glass, also recalled the past.
six years ago.
The mountain scenery of Anseong in winter is a bit desolate.
A black stretched car drove along the road around the mountain, past the fallen sycamore leaves on the ground, and drove gently into a luxurious mansion located halfway up the mountain.
The car stopped in front of the mansion, and an old man got out of the car holding a boy of about twelve years old.
The old man was wearing a cane and was very tall and burly.
The old man is not an ordinary person. He is Cheng Jianghuan, a tycoon in the Anseong real estate industry and the founder of the Cheng family kingdom.
For many people, he is already in his sixties, but he still has black hair, a straight waist, and a loud voice. However, due to an old disease in his left foot, he usually has to rely on crutches to help him walk. Everyone in the family respectfully calls him Mr. Cheng.
"Aqiang, we're home." Mr. Cheng said with a smile to the boy.
The boy looked up at the tall man in front of him, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
"Home? Is this my home?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yes! This is your new home, and you will be a part of the Villa from now on. Let's go in." Mr. Cheng said, touching his hair.
This fierce old man who has been in Le'an Shopping Mall all his life has a rare kindness in his voice.
Still feeling uneasy, the boy was led into the mansion that looked like a giant beast.
"Master Aqiang, your room is on the second floor."
Mrs. Lin, the housekeeper of Chengjia Villa, took the boy to the second floor on the east side and introduced him to other rooms.
"The master, the young master, and the young mistress all live in the main building. Master Sun and Miss Sun live here. The first room is Master Jingheng's room, but he is studying abroad now and will not come back until spring break. The second room is Miss Xiyin’s room. The third room over here is your room.”
Pushing open the finely carved oak door, you will find a large room with all the furnishings.
Mrs. Lin walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains, and the light immediately illuminated the luxurious room. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see the blue swimming pool and green glass flower house downstairs.
There are some bright red colors in the greenhouse, maybe roses or tulips. There seemed to be a small white figure in the flowers, coming and going as lightly as a butterfly through the flowers.
Mrs. Lin followed the boy's gaze and smiled.
"That's our Miss Xiyin, she just came back from school. She likes the roses she grows best. Every day after school, she always goes to the flower room to see her flowers as soon as possible."
The boy didn't respond. The slanting winter sunlight fell on his face through the glass window, making him feel a little melancholy.
Mrs. Lin looked at him secretly. With his dark starry eyes, straight nose, and small pink mouth that belonged to a child, he was truly the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. However, he was also the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. The most silent and melancholy child.
From the moment the master brought him into the house until now, he hasn't said a word for a long time.
But it's no wonder, with such a disgraced father, and his mother died in childbirth, the only relative
Grandma passed away two months ago.
How can you laugh when your life experience is so miserable
In the evening, Mrs. Lin went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving the boy to wander around the huge mansion alone.
Turning around the corridor, a suppressed quarrel suddenly came from a room ahead.
The boy didn't want to pay attention at first, but when he passed the door of the room, he suddenly heard his father's name.
"I really don't understand, why does the old man want you to adopt Shuluoyu's illegitimate son?"
"Didn't Dad say that? He and Shu Luoyu's father are old friends. Now that there is no one in the Shu family, there is only one child left, so we took him here for adoption!"
The boy remembered these two voices, which were the Cheng couple, Cheng Dafu and Lin Yueru.
When Grandpa Cheng introduced him to them, their expressions were polite and distant, and their smiles were very forced. Shuqiang intuitively felt that this couple did not welcome him, and children are always very sensitive in this regard.
The Cheng couple in the room did not know that the real master they were talking about was standing at the door of the room, so Lin Yueru continued to complain:
"It's enough to just give the kid a sum of money and let him stay and study outside. Why should he be brought into the villa?"
"He's only twelve years old. If you leave him outside, I'm afraid he'll learn bad things. The villa is so big, so bringing him in won't be an eyesore for you, right?" Cheng Dafu flipped through the newspaper in his hand, a little impatient.
"He is just an eyesore to me! When I see him, I think of his infamous father! Look at his face and his eyes, they look exactly like Shuluoyu." Lin Yueru said. He spoke, with an inexplicable resentment in his voice.
(End of chapter)