Chapter 14 Uncle, don’t you want to make peace with grandpa and reconcile?
Jiang Yuli's phone screen lit up again.
He lowered his eyes and looked.
These were photos of New Zealand scenery sent by Su Lingyu, and dozens of pictures popped up one after another.
[Paopao: Uncle, I took some photos of the scenery for you to enjoy.]
Hearing the prompt tone, Shen Qiao subconsciously remembered that Su Lingyu had "bombed" him in the same way before, so he simply turned on the Do Not Disturb function.
But when he heard the dense noise coming from Jiang Yuli's phone at this moment, his first reaction was that the work group had exploded.
"Uncle," Shen Qiao walked to the desk, "She doesn't seem to have come to see you recently. Actually, this is quite normal. You don't understand her. She has separation anxiety and can only cling to people she depends on and is close to. Otherwise, she will feel uncomfortable."
"She's beautiful and kind-hearted. That morning, she just couldn't bear the beating you got, so she went to the hospital with you."
"In the final analysis, she's just mad at me and using you as a tool to piss me off."
Jiang Yuli turned off the screen and glanced at his eldest nephew with a cold look: "Tool? That's good."
He was happy to be Bubble's tool.
It would be even more pleasant to be able to piss off this nephew in front of me.
Chen Qiao looked at Jiang Yuli's "happy" expression and thought he was just acting. He had no idea how terrible Su Lingyu's clinginess was.
"Uncle, let me show you how many messages she can send in a day." Shen Qiao took out his cell phone, swiped it a few times, and put it heavily on the table.
The screen was filled with dense chat records, with the white dialog boxes belonging to Su Lingyu far outnumbering the green ones from Shen Qiao's replies.
【Where are you? 】
【Would you like to have lunch together? 】
【Do you miss me? 】
[You are going on a business trip again. Will you still love me when you come back? ]
【I will miss you after not seeing you for three days.】
【Are we there yet?】
【Have you checked in? 】
[Have you entered the room?]
【Have you had dinner?】
What did you eat?
【Can I come find you?】
【I miss you. I will come to see you tomorrow!】
Jiang Yuli looked at the news and felt an indescribable envy in his heart.
How happy he would be if these were sent to him by Bubble.
Chen Qiao originally wanted to show how "unreasonable" and annoying Su Lingyu was, but he didn't know that in Jiang Yuli's eyes, he only seemed to be ungrateful.
"She cared about you so much," Jiang Yuli's voice was as cold as ice, "and you left her, who was suffering from separation anxiety, alone at the airport."
"Is that all you see?" Shen Qiao simply couldn't understand Jiang Yuli's train of thought.
"Uncle, seriously, even if Su Lingyu and I broke up, it would be too embarrassing if word got out that you were chasing after my ex-girlfriend. I can't afford to lose face like that."
"That's what my dad and grandpa mean too."
"You always blame us for not loving you, but what about you? You insist on doing things that none of us like, making everyone unhappy."
"Grandpa is asking you to come back for dinner tonight, and he's definitely going to scold you again. Why bother?"
"You two are father and son. Grandpa isn't in good health right now, don't you want to make peace with him and reconcile?"
Jiang Yuli turned a deaf ear to it and let it go in one ear and out the other.
"Get out when you're done. I'm busy."
Shen Qiao scoffed lightly: "Don't forget to come back to the old house for dinner tonight!"
It seems that Jiang Yuli has given up completely.
Shen Qiao thought, Grandpa has hated his uncle for twenty-six years, how easy is it to "clear the grudge"?
He was certain that his grandfather would hate his uncle for the rest of his life.
After Shen Qiao left, Jiang Yuli sat upright in the large and cold office, his figure revealing an indescribable loneliness.
He picked up his phone, swiped it with his fingertips, and carefully looked through the photos sent by Su Lingyu one by one.
She has always had a talent for photography.
From childhood to adulthood, her photography works have won numerous awards, and she held a personal photo exhibition when she was in college.
Very good.
He treasured all the photos of Su Lingyu in his mobile phone.
He opened the dialog box and replied: [The scenery is beautiful and the photos are great. Did you have fun?]
[Paopao: Happy! How about you, uncle? Are you busy?]
【Jiang Yuli: Not busy, we can chat.】
Judging from the chat records shown by Shen Qiao, Su Lingyu sent messages very frequently when the two were separated.
[Paopao: I'm afraid to disturb you at work. I heard you're super busy.]
Who told you that? Chen Qiao?
Jiang Yuli: It's not that exaggerated. I also have my own life and free time.
[Paopao: Chen Qiao complained to me before, saying that you were still working overtime at the company until 10 pm!]
It was indeed Shen Qiao.
He grew up abroad and had a regular work and rest schedule. Overtime was an exception only in rare emergency situations, but Shen Qiao actually treated it as a normal thing.
Jiang Yuli: He's talking nonsense. You can message me anytime.
[Paopao: Okay, then I will really send you messages often!]
Only by contacting each other more can we develop feelings.
As night falls, the Shen family's old house is brightly lit.
Shen Qiao sank into the sofa, his brows furrowed.
Su Huainan, that sister complex!
The technical team of intelligent robots withdrew as soon as they were told to.
The new energy team also withdrew.
Several other collaborative projects are also in jeopardy.
Is it that so?
No sense of the overall situation! Making money is not important?
Just because he and Su Lingyu broke up, the cooperation should be completely cancelled?
"Ah!" My calf suddenly hurt.
Shen Qiao looked up and saw his father Shen Baichuan standing in front of him.
"Dad! Why did you kick me?"
"I asked you to call Jiang Yuli back for dinner, where is he?" Shen Baichuan questioned.
"How would I know if his legs are on him?" Chen Qiao impatiently continued to scroll through his phone. The screen was filled with urgent messages from the project team, which annoyed him terribly. "I've delivered my message. It's up to him whether he replies or not."
Shen Baichuan kicked him again: “What are you playing with your phone for! Your grandpa hasn’t come downstairs yet, go and invite him!”
Shen Qiao stood up reluctantly.
He was already upset, and was disturbed by such a trivial matter.
He quickly went up to the second floor and called out outside Grandpa Shen Zeming’s door: “Grandpa, I’m coming in?”
Without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open and walked in.
In the room, the white-haired Shen Zeming sat on the sofa, holding a well-preserved photo in his hand.
The photo shows Shen Zeming's wife Jiang Wanfeng, who died of amniotic fluid embolism at the age of 45.
The wealthy man took good care of himself, and his wife in the photo looked no more than in her early thirties.
The old man's wrinkled fingers were stroking his wife's young face in the photo over and over again.
Shen Zeming's eyes were sad, and he looked much older than he did ten days ago.
It has been exactly ten days since the last conflict.
In ten days, Jiang Yuli did not contact him once.
Not even a greeting.
These days, Su Lingyu's words always echoed in his mind.
At night, he often dreamed of his wife, whom he had not dreamed of for a long time.
She dreamed that when she was pregnant with Jiang Yuli, she was holding Tang and Song poems and naming the child.
She dreamed that she was knitting clothes for her unborn son.
In the dream, she gently asked him, "How is our little son now? Is he handsome and loved by everyone?"
He was speechless in his dream and didn't know how to answer his wife's questions.
The rift between them, father and son, had already been frozen for a thousand miles.
Shen Qiao walked lightly and sat next to Shen Zeming: "Grandpa, my uncle hasn't come back yet... He may still be angry about what happened last time. Let's go downstairs to eat first?"
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