"Are there any wealthy families with the surname Han in Shunchen City?" Cheng Yanmo had been to Shunchen City several times, but had never heard of any wealthy families with the surname Han in Shunchen City.
The special assistant had already investigated Han Zhan. He lowered his eyes and said, "I've looked into Han Zhan. He comes from an ordinary family. His parents died young, and he grew up with his grandfather."
"Grandpa..." Cheng Yanmo asked the special assistant: "Have you checked his grandfather?"
"No, I heard he was an old farmer growing crops, so I didn't check."
Cheng Yanmo felt that there was something strange about this. How could a peasant, a farmer, raise such an unfathomable Han Zhan?
Is this reasonable?
"Mr. Cheng, are we going back to the old house or your residence tonight?" the driver asked Cheng Yanmo.
Thinking that Song Ci was getting married tomorrow, and worried that his younger brother at home would get lonely and cause trouble, Cheng Yanmo, who had originally planned to return to his solitary residence, suddenly changed his mind. "Let's go back to the old house."
He had to keep an eye on Cheng Ziang, for fear that he would cause trouble.
Back at the old house, Cheng Yanmo got out of the car and was about to enter the house when he noticed the lights on at the Banshan Villa at the end of the road. He called out the housekeeper and asked him, "Is the owner of the Banshan Villa back?"
Cheng Yanmo had heard that the Banshan Villa was the residence of General Han, but the old general returned to his hometown in Shunchen and rarely came back.
The housekeeper looked at the lighted villa halfway up the mountain and said, "Yes, young master, it seems he came back this afternoon."
Cheng Yanmo asked the housekeeper again, "Where is Ziang?"
"The second young master is at home."
"Keep an eye on him. He is not allowed to go out without my permission tonight and tomorrow." After saying that, Cheng Yanmo took the windbreaker from the butler and put it on himself, then walked towards the villa halfway up the mountain alone.
The villa on the hillside had been built for some time. Moss grew on the red walls and it was surrounded by green trees, giving it a quaint and mysterious look. Cheng Yanmo approached the villa and vaguely saw an old man walking in the corridor on the first floor.
Cheng Yanmo deliberately made some noise.
The old man, holding a watering can in his hand, turned around and looked at Cheng Yanmo. Seeing Cheng Yanmo, Han Aoyu thought for a moment before saying, "Is it the Cheng family's grandson?"
Seeing that the old man had guessed his identity, Cheng Yanmo nodded and called out, "Good evening, old man. I'm Cheng Ziang from the Cheng family. I just got off work and saw that your house was lit, so I came over to take a look."
Staring at the old man's robust frame, Cheng Yanmo added, "Grandpa, you seem to be in good health. I wonder if I'd be so lucky as to ask for a glass of wine from you on your 100th birthday?"
Cheng Yanmo is just quiet, but that doesn't mean he can't speak. Even to powerful elders, Cheng Yanmo can turn a stone into a diamond.
Han Aoyu smiled brightly after hearing this, "The last time I saw you, you were still a little kid playing with scooters. In the blink of an eye, you've grown up so much. Even your grandfather can't match your flattery skills!"
Cheng Yanmo just smiled.
"Sit down, what are you standing for?"
Cheng Yanmo then sat down. Staring at the black pine in front of the old man, Cheng Yanmo asked, "Did you bring this black pine from your hometown?" The potted black pine that the old man carried with him wherever he went must have great meaning to him.
Han Aoyu said: "This is what my wife planted before she passed away. I usually carry it with me for peace of mind."
"The old man's sincerity towards the old lady makes me admire and envy him." If Cheng Yanmo had heard these words before, he might have admired them, but he would not have had any other feelings. But hearing these words today, thinking about how happy it is to grow old with the one he loves, Cheng Yanmo felt a little uncomfortable.
How could such a young girl be so unfortunate?
"What's the big deal? You'll understand when you get married." Han Aoyu looked at Cheng Yanmo and thought of his grandson Han Zhan. He couldn't help but sigh, "I have a grandson too. You may not remember that when you were little, he once gave you a ride on his bicycle."
Han Aoyu pointed to the river at the foot of the mountain and said, "That area used to be a wasteland, and the river was full of fish and shrimp. My grandson Pi left you by the river and went fishing himself. You fell into the ditch and nearly drowned. He rescued you, but he didn't dare tell my family for fear of being scolded. So he took you to the street to buy you a change of clothes."
"As a result, you caught a cold when you got home, and you had a fever that night and fell ill. After that, your grandfather didn't allow you to play with my grandson anymore. You probably don't even remember any of this."
Cheng Yanmo really didn't remember this incident, but when his grandfather was still alive, he told him that there was a child in the family halfway up the mountain. The child was very naughty and kept saying that he didn't know what the fat boy would do when he grew up.
Cheng Yanmo asked Han Aoyu: "What is he doing now?"
"Just like you, we are all in business."
Cheng Yanmo wanted to get to know the noble son of the Han family, so he said, "Oh? I don't know his name, maybe I know him."
Han Aoyu just said, "Call me Han..." Thinking of his grandson's low-key personality, Han Aoyu stopped talking in time. "Oh! Not worth mentioning. Anyway, he is not as good as you."
Han Aoyu put down the watering can, looked at the clock, and said, "It's getting late. I need to rest. I can't delay tomorrow's work."
Cheng Yanmo immediately stood up and said goodbye to Mr. Han: "Good night, old man. I won't bother you anymore. I will come to visit you another day."
"Okay, I'll stay a while longer this time. If you have time, come over and stay at my house. My cooking is delicious, and I'll fry some fish for you!" The farm work at home is done, and we're just waiting for the twelfth lunar month to plant potatoes. It's okay to go back, Han Aoyu is lucky to be staying here for a few months.
Cheng Yanmo expressed his anticipation.
After he left, Han Ao Yu asked Zhong Buhui to close the door and went back to his room to rest.
When Cheng Yanmo got home, he told the housekeeper about the old man in the mountain. "Does that old man have a grandson?" Cheng Yanmo asked the housekeeper, "When I was a child, I went fishing in the river with his grandson."
When the butler heard the eldest young master mention this, he frowned.
He said, "That grandson was very naughty. When he was little, he always took the eldest young master to do dangerous things. He once took you to the river to fish, but you fell into the river. He didn't bring you back, but fearing a scolding, he took you to the street to buy you a set of clothes, thinking that if you came back in dry clothes, you wouldn't be discovered..."
The housekeeper shook his head and sighed, "He's too naughty. I wonder if he's anything good now. But I don't think that old man's grandson is any ordinary person either."
Cheng Yanmo asked him, "I heard from the old man that his grandson is also in business. Maybe I've run into him at his place of business. Do you remember his name?"
"It's called Zhanzhan. Everyone calls it Zhanzhan, Zhanzhan. No one knows what the full name is."
"Zhanzhan?" Cheng Yanmo's tone was surprised and suspicious.
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