In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the ice city is covered with white snow.
Li Siqi knelt in front of the mourning hall, looking at the father's spiritual position in the middle, and his eyes blushed with tears.
Zhang Zhang Ming paper, burned to ashes.
"Miss, get up and go to the back hall to warm up." The servant Wu Jie helped Li Siqi distressedly, "Your heart is already bad. If this paper dust is sucked into your lungs, it will be terrible. "
Li Siqi shook his head and whispered: "Daddy's first seven, I can't let this mourning hall be cold. When my dad was alive, I couldn't help with the family affairs. When my dad went, let me be a daughter and accompany him."
"Mr. Li has been conscientious all his life, why did he leave so suddenly. With such a large property, how can you support this family with such a big body? I don't know where my husband is. Uncle, a foreigner, is really unreliable."
These words of the servant Wu sister, are they not Li Siqi's psychological doubts all the time.
His father has gone suddenly, where is this Jiang Yunchen
The son-in-law of the Li family is not in the mourning hall to keep his filial piety. Is it the company that handles affairs
Li Siqi was noncommittal.
Jiang Yunchen appeared outside the mourning hall. There was a familiar figure in the sports car parked behind him. That woman must be beautiful, right
His slightly drunken figure stood shaking at the door and bowed.
Sister Wu saw Jiang Yunchen's appearance and went to the kitchen to make a cup of sober tea and put it on the table.
Jiang Yunchen took out a document from his purse and patted it on the table. The five big bold letters on the document appeared as the "Divorce Agreement". Sister Wu looked surprised, and didn't dare to talk too much.
Li Siqi looked at Sister Wu’s expression and guessed one or two. Since the end of his father’s funeral, the internal personnel of the Li group had changed. Jiang Yunchen drank like this, afraid that he was busy gathering people's hearts during this period, holding a large number of shares and rebuilding the board of directors to consolidate his position in the company.
In the past three years of marriage, Li Siqi has become accustomed to nights without him. But talking about divorce at this time, it seems that things are not honest enough.
Looking at the sports car at the entrance of the mourning hall, Li Siqi hesitated, wondering if he should get up and approach the car to see who the woman in the car was!
Jiang Yunchen, a person who has never drunk, suddenly became so addicted to alcohol, day and night. Li Siqi is annoyed as his wife, but has been wandering outside of his world.
Thinking of asking Sister Wu to go down first, but Li Siqi's unsupportable body did not listen, and he still had to rely on the strength of others to stand firm.
Li Siqi approached Jiang Yunchen and ignored the divorce agreement. He stretched out his hand to undress him, but he frowned impatiently.
"So annoying!" Jiang Yunchen pushed Li Siqi away, unbuttoned the shirt with one hand, and threw the tie on the chair.
Looking at Jiang Yunchen's exposed chest, Li Siqi stared blankly. A faint lip print, like a medal, like a mockery of the winner.
Sitting on the side, Li Siqi sighed at the impermanence of life, and at the same time sighed for her marriage.
The catalysis of alcohol, the lip print after the ambiguous. Thinking of this, Li Siqi thought of the capable female secretary An Ya or other women who had been by his side.
Li Siqi went to the bathroom to put hot water on the towel, wiped the steam on the mirror with his hand, and smiled bitterly. Looking at this haggard face, any man who looks so pale and weak will lose interest. Not to mention attractiveness and beauty.
Covering Jiang Yunchen's forehead with a hot towel, Li Siqi carefully put on the coat he took off.
"Have a cup of hot tea."
Holding the sober tea made by Sister Wu, and Li Siqi's humble request, Jiang Yunchen slapped it to the ground with an unappreciative slap.
"I'm not drunk!"
Jiang Yunchen rubbed his forehead, rummaging for the divorce agreement in his bag. Li Siqi removed the fruit plate on the table and pushed the file forward.
"Sign it."
Seeing the divorce agreement, Jiang Yunchen ordered Li Siqi to sign.
I opened the file and cast my eyes down on the content. Although Li Siqi is not under the management of the company, he is still very good at legal matters. The divorce agreement is full of detailed rules for authorizing this stock and that industry. It is not so much a divorce agreement as it is a transfer of property.
Li Siqi closed the document disappointedly, and at the moment she had no thoughts about these things. As the only daughter of the Li family, his father's funeral has just ended, and there are still many affairs in the group that need to be reconfirmed.
Jiang Yunchen looked at Li Siqi closing the document and asked, "Why didn't you sign it!"
"Dad just passed away, I don't have the mood to talk to you about it now."
Seeing Jiang Yunchen's disappointed expression, Li Siqi stepped forward to burn incense to his father, kneeling on the futon with his back facing away.
Jiang Yunchen stood in front of Li Siqi holding the document, and loudly accused: "You have stayed at home in the past few years, and you don't know anything about the company. If it weren't for my dad and I suggesting that we start those cases early, the company would have collapsed long ago. You I can still worship here so leisurely!"
"If you still recognize my father, your father-in-law, please respect him here. Don't chill the old man's heart!"
Turning his head to look at the photo of his father-in-law, Jiang Yunchen didn't know what to do with him for a while. Putting down the divorce agreement in his hand, burning incense religiously.
"Dad, I hope you are alive in the sky..."
Sister Wu couldn't listen in the back hall, she walked out with a stick, and beat Jiang Yunchen out of the mourning hall with the stick.
Li Siqi picked up the documents scattered around the brazier one by one and threw them into the fire.
A thick pile of paper, the indescribable sorrow and grief burned to ashes with a fire.
Li Siqi caught the fire and raised his eyes feebly: "Since you have already decided, wait until Dad Qiqiqi to talk about it."
Jiang Yunchen, who was shot out of the mourning hall, looked at the sister Wu in front of her with annoyance, and continued to chant, "This is what you said, so it will be good for everyone."
Finally came to the end of fate, Li Siqi looked up at his father's portrait, not wanting this humble tears to tarnish the solemnity of the hall.
Li Siqi was not at all mentally prepared, but he didn't expect Jiang Yunchen to make such a decisive decision. No matter how he stayed, it would only add to the pain.
"Miss."
"I'm fine with Sister Wu. My father has the foresight and left me a trust fund under trust a few years ago. Even if the Lee Group collapses, I can live without worry for the rest of my life."
"Knowing daughter Mo Ruo father." Sister Wu squatted by the brazier, stroking Li Siqi's shoulder.
Jiang Yunchen, who was hovering outside the mourning hall, did not leave, but lit a cigarette.
"Li Siqi, you just said that you can wait for Dad to talk after seven or seven. You can't speak without counting."
Sister Wu was so angry when she heard Jiang Yunchen's voice, she picked up the stick and rushed out of the mourning hall.
"Do you still have a conscience? If you don't have the help of our eldest lady, how can your kid be like a dog now? Wouldn't your conscience hurt?"
Faced with Sister Wu's denouncement of Jiang Yunchen's disagreement, she flicked the cigarette butt between her fingers and rushed out.
(End of this chapter)