Chapter 68 Peace and Safety Every Year
Many people already know Wen Chi's true identity. Some look down on him, while others want to cause him trouble because of his background.
For example, right now, a young man carrying a glass of red wine bumped into Wen Chi, spilling the wine all over him.
The man said exaggeratedly, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't see there was someone standing here."
Wen Chi remained silent.
The man smiled again. "I've already apologized, you shouldn't mind, right?"
The next second, the man was doused with a glass of red wine.
Meng Qiyue put down her wine glass, crossed her arms, glanced arrogantly at the man, and laughed, "I didn't see there was someone else here. I didn't mean to. You don't mind, do you?"
The man, enraged, retorted, "Meng Qiyue, I'm your cousin! I'm standing up for you! What do you mean by this?"
Meng Qiyue pouted, "Didn't I say I didn't see anyone standing here? I was wondering who had such a low profile, turns out it's my cousin."
Man: "You!"
Meng Qiyue: "When we go back to Grandpa's house another day, I want to ask him how Aunt raised her son. My cousin can be so rude and shout at other people's engagement parties."
The man gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Meng Qiyue, from now on, all the Meng family's assets will be taken away by this illegitimate child. Don't even think about coming to me crying."
Leaving behind this warning, the disheveled man turned and left.
Meng Qiyue turned around, glanced up at the indifferent-faced boy, and said, "Are you stupid? You're being bullied and don't know how to fight back?"
Wen Chi's clothes were still dripping with alcohol. He ignored Meng Qiyue. To be honest, he was extremely quiet, rarely speaking a word for ten days or half a month, almost like a mute.
Meng Qiyue just thinks this kind of person is the most annoying!
Her cousin was no better than her. Because her parents hadn't given birth to a boy, her aunt's family had always wanted to give their son to her brother. They had a good idea.
If Mr. and Mrs. Meng have a "son," then the Meng family's assets can be passed on to this "son."
Meng Qiyue scoffed. What era are we living in? They're still playing the game of sons inheriting the throne?
What that cousin said sounded good—that he was standing up for Meng Qiyue. But wasn't it just to escalate the conflict between Wen Chi and Meng Qiyue so that Meng Qiyue would turn to him, her cousin, for help?
Meng Qiyue gave Wen Chi a cold look. "I'm warning you, if you're bullied outside and don't fight back, and you make the Meng family lose face again, I'll smash your flowerpot!"
She defiantly waved her fist, picked up a glass of orange juice, and walked away haughtily.
Chu Huai noticed the commotion and walked over to ask Wen Chi, "What happened? Were you bullied by Miss Meng?"
Wen Chi shook his head.
Chu Huai was a little embarrassed. He only learned about Wen Chi's identity later. Meng Qiyue was his sister's good friend, but Wen Chi and Meng Qiyue were at odds. He said, "The eldest daughter of the Meng family does have a bit of a temper, but she is not a bad person."
"So stupid."
Chu Huai looked up and saw that Wen Chi had already turned and walked towards the bathroom, probably to deal with his clothes. It seemed that the sentence he had just heard was just a misperception on Chu Huai's part.
He Sui was capturing various wonderful moments with her camera. She had promised Chu Xiang that she would record Chu Xiang's engagement party, and she would also be Chu Xiang's wedding photographer in the future.
Birds of a feather flock together, and people of similar looks are definitely a good match. Most of the young people attending the engagement party were Chu Xiang's friends, and they were all incredibly good-looking—it was a paradise for those who appreciate good looks.
The camera pans to the left, capturing a silent gaze.
She paused for a moment, put down her camera, and, through the warm light, met the gaze of an elderly man whose face was etched with the marks of time and the vicissitudes of life.
He was an unfamiliar old man, in good shape, with a cold and aloof demeanor. The place where he sat seemed to be a vacuum zone, and no one dared to get too close.
The old man smiled, the corners of his lips curving upwards.
Once He Sui confirmed that there was no one else around, and that the friendly smile must have been directed at her, she felt too embarrassed to pretend she hadn't seen it.
He Sui was a junior, and she usually respected the elderly and cared for the young, so she took the initiative to walk over and showed a bright smile, "Hello Grandpa, I am He Sui."
The old man's voice softened, "He Sui is a good name."
He Suixiao said, "My parents said that my name was given to me by my grandmother. She said it was to celebrate the end of the year and the beginning of the new year, which would bring good fortune."
The old man said, "Peace and safety year after year is indeed a blessed and auspicious word."
He Sui blinked at the old man, and after a while, she looked around and asked, "Aren't your family members with you?"
Although the old man looks healthy, he is old after all, and there is no reason why no one should be by his side.
He said calmly, “My son still holds a grudge against me because of the mistakes I made when I was young. Many times, even when we meet, we have nothing to say to each other.”
He Sui instantly filled in a rough picture in his mind. Anyway, rich men make the same mistakes all the time. They don't think there's anything wrong with it when they're young, but they only feel regret when they get older and their loved ones are no longer around.
The old man, probably having been lonely for too long, asked, "Could you sit down and talk to me?"
He Sui did not refuse; she sat down next to the old man and fiddled with her camera.
The old man asked, "You really enjoy taking photos?"
He Sui smiled and nodded, "Because photos can record a lot of meaningful people and things, so even if ten or eight years have passed, you can take them out and look at them whenever you want."
He said, "In our time, cameras were a very rare item, and the photos we took were only in black and white."
He Sui sensed his regret and said, "Actually, painting is also an option. People with excellent painting skills can also paint the scenes they want to remember."
The old man chuckled. "Things drawn from memory will always inevitably differ from objective reality."
Suddenly filled with curiosity, He Sui cautiously asked, "Grandpa, did you have many stories from your youth?"
The old man asked, "Do you want to hear it?"
He Sui nodded quickly, her eyes shining. "I want to."
On the other side of the banquet hall, Chen Wanrou clicked her tongue in amazement, "There are actually young girls who aren't afraid of the old man and can sit there and chat with him."
Gu Chaoyang was drinking tea when he heard this. He looked up, and in just one glance, the cup in his hand fell to the ground. The jarring sound seemed to shatter his unreal illusion, but after the sound subsided, the scene before him remained unchanged.
That was a real scene.
Gu Chaoyang suddenly stood up, startling Chen Wanrou. "Chaoyang, what's wrong?"
He didn't speak, staring intently at the person on the other side, motionless.
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