Chapter 465 Do you want to cooperate with me?
The vermilion lacquered gate of the Xuanyuan old house glowed with warm light in the afternoon sun.
The copper bell hanging on the door lintel jingled as the wind blew, but it could not dispel the solemnity inside the door.
"I'm actually a little worried."
Han Lingcui gently touched Shen Hanxing's arm, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
She was wearing a beige sweater today, with her long hair loosely tied behind her head, revealing a shallow scar on her neck.
That was the mark left by the broken glass from the car accident that year.
"Xunxun... If he doesn't want to leave, we..."
"In fact, before this, he was willing to leave, but he was worried about my safety."
Shen Hanxing turned to look at her, with a look of determination and heartache in his eyes, “As long as he can prove that I will be fine, he will not stay in the Xuanyuan family.”
Qi Moxun stepped forward and knocked on the door. The sound of the copper ring hitting the wooden door was particularly clear in the quiet alley.
A moment later, the housekeeper, Lao Zhou, opened the side door. When he saw Chen Hanxing, his eyes paused with a complicated expression, then fell on Han Lingcui's face, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "You..."
"Uncle Zhou, let's look for Aunt Jiang."
Shen Hanxing spoke first, his tone gentle but firm, "Also, I want to see Xunxun."
Old Zhou opened his mouth, but finally stepped aside.
"Madam is waiting in the main hall."
Walking through the bluestone-paved patio, the ivy under the corridor has turned red, and a few leaves have fallen on the edge of the stone fish tank, creating a circle of shallow ripples.
In the main hall, Jiang Shutong sat upright on a pearwood armchair, stroking a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads in her hand. A thick stack of account books was placed on the eight-immortals table in front of her.
It was left by Xunxun's economics teacher, and the cover was printed with the gold-plated words "Xuanyuan Group's Historical Industrial Records".
"Miss Shen is a rare visitor."
Jiang Shutong raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Shen Hanxing first.
Then she turned to Han Lingcui beside her, and her fingers holding the Buddhist beads suddenly tightened, and the beads made a dull clash sound.
"Oh, you're here too!"
Han Lingcui's fingertips trembled, and he subconsciously took a half step back, then quickly stood firm.
She looked at Jiang Shutong and was no longer as timid as she was before.
"I'm not here to argue with you. I want to see Xunxun and take him away."
"Look at him?" Jiang Shutong sneered and slammed the Buddhist beads on the table.
"If you hadn't been so persistent in pestering my son back then, how could we have ended up in this situation today?"
"Mom!" A clear voice came from behind the screen, and Xunxun ran out holding a stuffed bear.
When he saw Chen Hanxing, his eyes lit up instantly. He was about to pounce on her, but stopped the moment he saw Han Lingcui.
Han Lingcui's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a hand, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.
She slowly squatted down, her eyes level with Xunxun's, and her voice was as soft as a feather.
"Xunxun, how have you been lately? Your mother and I are here to see you..."
As she spoke, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
She knew that Jiang Shutong must have instilled countless bad things about her into the child.
However, although Xunxun is young, he has his own judgment.
She was not worried at all that Xunxun would hold a grudge against her because of a few words.
Therefore, there is no need to explain too much.
"Look, your mother and I are actually very nice. As long as you want to go home..."
“That’s enough!”
Jiang Shutong stood up suddenly, walked to Xunxun, and protected him behind her, "Han Lingcui, this is the Xuanyuan family, it's not your turn to act wildly."
"You were lucky to survive five years ago, and now you want to ruin Xunxun's future? I'm telling you, he's the heir to the Xuanyuan family, and he'll be the guardian of this huge family fortune. A woman like you, with unknown origins, is not worthy of being his mother!"
"Unknown origin?"
Chen Hanxing stepped forward, helped Han Lingcui up, and looked at Jiang Shutong with cold eyes.
"Aunt Jiang, was the car accident five years ago really an accident? It's true that the evidence is in your son's hands, but do you really think we can't find anything?"
Jiang Shutong's expression changed instantly, and the hand holding Xunxun's shoulder unconsciously exerted force, and Xunxun hissed in pain.
She forced herself to remain calm: "What nonsense! Chen Hanxing, stop trying to sow discord here!"
"Whether it's provocation or not, you know best."
Han Lingcui took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and her eyes became more determined. "I will definitely collect evidence and send you to jail!"
Xunxun poked her head out from behind Jiang Shutong, her little face full of confusion.
"Grandma, is what she said true? You..."
"Don't listen to her nonsense!" Jiang Shutong interrupted him in a hurried tone.
"Xunxun, grandma is doing this for your own good! All those things that happened in the past were just rumors they made up. Their purpose was to make you leave."
"But think about it, Aunt Shen is getting married. She has Chengcheng, Uncle Qi, and will have her own children in the future. How can she always love you? Only the Xuanyuan family and these family assets can protect you for a lifetime!"
"No!" Xunxun suddenly broke free from her hand, ran to Chen Hanxing, and hugged her legs tightly.
"Mom will never give up on me! Mom said she wants to put a photo of the four of us at the wedding. She said I will always be her child!"
Shen Hanxing squatted down and hugged him in her arms, her eyes red: "Yes, Xunxun will always be my mother's child."
Jiang Shutong watched this scene, her chest heaving violently, and suddenly she started coughing violently.
Old Zhou quickly handed her the cup of water. She took a sip and her eyes fell on Han Lingcui with a hint of tired ruthlessness.
"Even if you say it all, Xunxun can't leave. He is the root of the Xuanyuan family, unless I die."
"Aunt Jiang," Qi Moxun, who had been standing silently by the side, finally spoke at this moment, his voice deep and powerful.
"It wasn't Xunxun you trapped, it was yourself. You separated Azhe and Lingcui because you feared the Xuanyuan family's reputation would be tarnished."
"You're trapping Xunxun now because you're worried that after a hundred years, there'll be no one left to guard this empty old house. But have you ever asked Xunxun what he really wants?"
He looked at Xunxun with gentle eyes.
"Xunxun, tell grandma, do you want to go with us, or do you want to stay here?"
Xunxun clutched the corner of Chen Hanxing's clothes, looked at Jiang Shutong's gray temples, then looked at Han Lingcui's red eyes, her little face full of struggle.
"I..." He bit his lip and tears fell.
"I want to go with my mom, but I miss grandma too. Grandma, can I come visit you more often?"
Jiang Shutong's heart felt like it was hit by something, and the pain made her eyes hot.
She looked at Xunxun's tearful face, turned her head away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just go...and don't come back if you leave."
"Grandma!" Xunxun rushed over and hugged her legs, "I will come back! I will bring you the osmanthus cake made by Chengcheng. It may be a little mushy, but it's very sweet!"
Jiang Shutong's tears finally fell and landed on Xunxun's hair.
She patted his back gently without saying anything.
Old Zhou stood aside and sighed: "Madam, if you do this, all your efforts will be wasted."
Jiang Shutong closed her eyes and waved her hand: "Let them go. If I force them to stay, Xunxun will only hate me, and that's not what I want."
…
At the same time, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Fu Jingheng was smoking irritably.
There were seven or eight cigarette butts scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of nicotine.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from the assistant: "Sir, the logistics company in the west of the city has been closed down, and the bank account has also been frozen. Qi Moxun's people are still investigating the land in the east of the city."
"waste!"
Fu Jingheng slammed his phone to the ground, the screen shattering instantly. He leaned against the cold wall, his fingertips turning white from the force.
He thought that with his connections and financial resources, he could easily take back everything from Shen Hanxing and the Fu family, but he forgot that Qi Moxun, although a seemingly gentle man, was more ruthless than anyone else.
"What? Have you fallen to this state?" A cold voice came from the warehouse door.
Fu Jingheng looked up suddenly, and when he saw the man standing against the light, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The man was wearing a long black trench coat, had an upright figure, and had a shallow scar on his face that extended from his brow bone to his jaw.
That was the mark left by his forehead hitting the steps when Fu Jingheng pushed him down the stairs.
"Fu Jingchen." Fu Jingheng gritted his teeth, "You dare to come back."
Fu Jingchen walked in slowly, his leather shoes making a crisp sound when they stepped on the broken glass.
He bent down to pick up the remains of the phone on the ground, looked at the cracks on the screen, and chuckled.
"Back then, you and Shen Hanxing teamed up to force me to go to South America. You thought I'd die there? What a pity. God didn't let me die, and let me see you like this now."
"What do you want?"
Fu Jingheng took a step back cautiously and reached for the dagger in his pocket.
He knew that Fu Jingchen hated him, hated him for taking away the inheritance rights of the Fu family, and hated him for almost killing him.
"I don't want to do anything." Fu Jingchen threw the remains of his phone back to the ground, his eyes as cold as ice.
"I just came back to take back what belongs to me. For example, the Fu family's property, and... the debt you owe me."
Fu Jingheng's heart began to beat wildly.
He rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled.
"Do you think Qi Moxun will let you take back the Fu family's things so easily? He wants to skin me alive and tear my tendons apart. After he finishes with me, you'll be next."
Fu Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You want to cooperate with me?"
"It's not a collaboration, it's a deal."
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