Chapter 43: In the drizzle, Jiang Yuli leaned alone beside his mother's tombstone
As soon as this action was made, Shen Qiao instantly understood what Jiang Yuli meant.
A chill ran down his spine and he could almost hear the echo of his own heartbeat.
Su Lingyu actually complained?
Shen Qiao's throat choked, and all his words of defense were strangled by the hand that was tightening ever more.
He gritted his teeth, refusing to speak or give in.
"Jiang Yuli, let go!" Shang Shuya rushed forward hurriedly, her voice trembling.
"Jiang Yuli! What are you going to do!" Shen Baichuan's angry shout echoed in the hall, but it couldn't shake Jiang Yuli at all.
Jiang Yuli exerted force with his knuckles, his cold eyes brimming with hostility. He practically squeezed out these words from between his teeth: "Chen Qiao, stay away from her from now on."
After saying that, he suddenly let go.
There was a red mark on Shen Qiao's neck, glaring and hideous.
He leaned over and coughed violently. When he looked up again, he only saw Jiang Yuli's back as he turned and left.
"You're sick! You came back just to warn me to stay away from her!"
A surge of resentment surged through his head, and Shen Qiao shouted at the back, "Jiang Yuli! Do you think Su Lingyu likes you? I've seen how she loves someone, so I'm sure she doesn't love you! No one would like a cold-blooded monster like you! Get out! You're not welcome in the Shen family!"
Shang Shuya quickly grabbed him, her eyes filled with warning and panic.
In the past, no one would find it strange to say such things.
But now, Mr. Shen's attitude towards Jiang Yuli has quietly changed, and he has to weigh every word and action carefully.
Shang Shuya looked up nervously, and the old man seemed not to have been woken up.
Jiang Yuli's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he did not look back.
His back was straight and resolute, and every step he took was steady and distant, as if he had nothing to do with this family anymore.
Shang Shuya looked at the wound on Shen Qiao's neck with concern and asked in a low voice: "What did Jiang Yuli say just now...did you do something to Su Lingyu?"
"I..." Shen Qiao pushed his mother's hand away and turned away angrily.
"Chen Qiao, where are you going?"
Shang Shuya asked anxiously.
"On business trip!!"
Shen Qiao replied impatiently with two words.
Jiang Yuli has snatched so many projects from him. If he doesn't go on business trips and don't achieve some results, how can his grandfather be confident in handing over Baichuan Group to him in the future?
He is not an idle dandy!
Shang Shuya looked at her husband, her tone weary, "He's been losing his temper more and more lately... Now that I think about it, he was actually the gentlest when he was with Xiaoyu."
Shen Baichuan's face was grim: "What can I do? Your son did a good thing on his own. He knew that the child was mentally ill, but he still left her alone at the airport. The Su family didn't come to make trouble, which was already enough to save face."
"But the cooperative project is now under the management of Jiang Yuli. This is worse than showing up to make trouble!"
"Can't you change people if there's trouble? They are a respectable family, what else do they want? ...It's all his own fault!" Shen Baichuan was also furious and left.
Shang Shuya stood there alone, feeling powerless.
Is she to be blamed for all this in the end?
One or two of them will just get angry.
Two days later, late at night, the autumn wind and cold rain were beating against the window.
Jiang Yuli sat alone in the study, the computer screen glowing coldly, the desk lamp casting a lonely yellow halo.
There was only half a cup of coffee left in my hand, and it was already cold.
He seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment, and his whole body exuded a cool and gloomy aura.
Suddenly, the phone screen lit up.
It was a message from Su Lingyu.
It was a family photo taken not long ago.
[Paopao: Uncle, uncle, I’ll send it to you first.]
A family portrait that is twenty-six years late.
Jiang Yuli stared at the faces in the photos that should have been familiar but were incredibly unfamiliar. He was silent for a long time, and finally replied, "Beautiful."
Su Lingyu's video request came immediately.
Su Lingyu's voice was sweet, "Uncle, are you still awake?"
He picked up the phone, and the screen showed Su Lingyu lying on the bed after taking a shower.
The nightgown softly outlines her figure, and the slightly plunging neckline reveals a hint of tender spring light.
Jiang Yuli's Adam's apple moved slightly, he looked away, and said in a low voice: "I'm working overtime."
Su Lingyu stared at the camera, a little unhappy.
Don’t you like her?
Don't even want to watch the video?
Workaholic!
╭(╯^╰)╮
"I won't bother you anymore, I'm going to sleep."
"Night--"
Before he could finish, the video was disconnected.
I didn't dare to look at her too much just now, but now I miss her so much.
People!
What a contradiction.
He curled up the corners of his mouth in self-mockery and no longer had any intention of working.
It’s better to take a cold shower and calm down.
The next day was Jiang Wanfeng’s death anniversary.
The rain was drizzling, and Shen Zeming appeared in front of his wife's grave as usual.
As he grew older, he came here more and more often.
It seemed that he felt most at ease only when he was with his wife.
"I think I'll see you soon," he whispered, pulling out a family photo. "You always appear in my dreams... You want to see our youngest son, right? Look, this is our family photo."
After Su Lingyu sent him the photos last night, he asked someone to develop them overnight.
In the photo, Jiang Yuli has a tall and straight figure and a handsome appearance. He is a top-notch handsome guy who can be noticed at a glance in the crowd.
"I didn't notice it before, but now I see, he really looks like you."
Shen Zeming said, his eyes moist: “Wife, he is very good… smart, handsome, independent, but his temperament is a bit cold.”
"He has everything now, except he hasn't started a family yet. Don't worry, he's so outstanding, there will always be someone who loves him."
"He was studying abroad before and wasn't with us often. It was my negligence that I didn't let you see him."
After a long time, he took out his lighter.
"I'll burn the photos for you. Take your time to look at them."
He turned and left. The housekeeper held an umbrella to shelter him from the rain. The two of them walked down a path on one side. No one noticed Jiang Yuli who was walking up from the other side.
Jiang Yuli saw them.
He only glanced at her and then looked away.
He walked to his mother's grave and gently placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums.
Although the rain was light, it was enough to extinguish the jumping flames in the photo.
Only a corner of the photo was left, and Jiang Yuli recognized it at a glance. It was the family photo sent by Su Lingyu last night.
His heart suddenly sank.
It turns out that the guilt and belated fatherly love he thought of were...
None of it was for him.
It was never him that Shen Zeming loved, nor was it him that he felt guilty about.
Be nice to him and let him take a family photo just to show it to his deceased wife.
It has nothing to do with him.
A tear slowly slid down the corner of Jiang Yuli's eye, and his body gradually collapsed.
He hunched his back and slowly sat down beside the tombstone, as if all his strength had been drained away, and leaned lightly against the cold tombstone.
He had never been so disappointed as he was at that moment.
He also longs for a home and longs to be hugged and loved sincerely by his parents.
But in this life, his mother died of amniotic fluid embolism, and his birthday was his mother's death anniversary. He didn't even celebrate his birthday in the Shen family.
Dad doesn't love him either.
Although he knew from a young age that his father didn't love him.
He originally thought that time had finally softened his father's heart...but he didn't expect that all this, from the beginning to the end, was just his wishful thinking.
Fortunately, he was indifferent to this matter.
No one in this world loves him.
The rain is getting heavier.
He leaned against the grave, motionless, as if he had long since lost all sense of the cold.
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