Chapter 15 Mr. Shen wants to ease his relationship with Jiang Yuli
Shen Qiao’s voice interrupted Shen Zeming’s thoughts.
"Call him."
"Grandpa, I went to talk to him in person, but he didn't come back. Calling is useless." Shen Qiao handed the crutches to Shen Zeming, "Uncle will take good care of himself. Your health is the most important thing right now. You can eat well, which is our family's greatest wish."
Shen Zeming put down the photo frame, held his cane and stood up.
"Grandpa," Chen Qiao said hesitantly, "My uncle didn't grow up with you, and we... have little affection. You hit him again last time... Will he... disown us?"
Shen Zeming was silent, his eyes were deep and difficult to read.
Shen Qiao couldn't understand that look.
As soon as the two reached the stairs, they saw Jiang Yuli walking in from the door.
Shen Qiao originally thought that he would not come back tonight.
He finally came back.
what does that mean?
Jiang Yuli still hasn't given up on Baichuan Group.
Two years ago, he returned from abroad and replaced his father Shen Baichuan, becoming the new president of Baichuan Group.
To this day, they still don't know what kind of agreement Jiang Yuli reached with the old man that allowed him to take that position so easily.
"dad."
"I'm glad you're back."
Shen Zeming's tone was calm, and there was no trace of emotion on his face.
The stalemate between father and son has lasted for twenty-six years.
Shen Zeming had only recently begun to feel a little guilty, but he didn't know how to express this belated guilt.
His wife... hadn't appeared in his dreams for a long, long time.
But in recent days, for Jiang Yuli, she has appeared almost every night.
The restaurant was clearly a family having dinner together, but it was shrouded in a strange silence, with only the subtle sounds of cutlery clinking and food being chewed.
Chen Qiao looked around and saw that no one spoke, so he had to bite the bullet and break the silence: "Uncle, are your injuries... feeling better?"
Jiang Yuli's expression was indifferent: "Yeah, much better."
"Don't blame Grandpa," Shen Qiao said quickly, "He's doing this for the Shen family's reputation. Fortunately... Susu doesn't like your cold temper. Grandpa, please forgive my uncle. It's really hard to be loved but not be loved."
Shen Zeming had a poor appetite tonight and only moved his chopsticks a few times. When he heard Shen Qiao's words, he raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Yuli.
There was still no expression on that face.
They are father and son, but they are more like enemies.
The resentment pent up in Jiang Yuli's heart was far more than just a little bit.
Shen Zeming said slowly: “Love is a matter for you young people. I will… no longer interfere in the future.”
Shen Qiao was shocked!
What does grandpa mean by this?
Don't you anymore oppose your uncle pursuing Su Lingyu?
Su Lingyu is his ex-girlfriend!
Grandpa, isn’t he afraid that the news of your uncle pursuing your nephew’s ex-girlfriend will get out and become a laughing stock?
Why did grandpa's attitude change suddenly?
Could it be... that it was really because of what Su Lingyu said that day?
How could those few words have such magical power?
Not only Shen Qiao, but also Shen Baichuan and Shang Shuya keenly noticed that the old man's attitude towards Jiang Yuli tonight was indescribably strange.
After dinner, Shen Zeming stood up with the help of a cane: "Jiang Yuli, come out with me."
Jiang Yuli stood up expressionlessly and followed him out of the restaurant.
"Dad, what do you think Grandpa wants to talk to my uncle about?" Shen Qiao asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." Shen Baichuan's eyes were dark and unclear.
As far as Jiang Yuli could remember, the last time he stepped into his father's room was before he was sent abroad.
He had just started kindergarten and completed a painting - the painting included his family and his mother, whom he had never met.
He ran to show his father with joy.
Shen Zeming only glanced at it lightly before violently tearing the painting into pieces.
"You don't have a mother!"
"She's gone! She left us forever to give birth to you!"
"Get out! I don't want to see you!"
Things that happened when I was five years old should have become blurred, but the scene is unforgettable.
He was grabbed by the collar by his father and thrown out of the room.
The little boy fell to the ground and looked at his father who was high above him.
His eyes were fierce and his tone was cold: "From now on, you are not allowed to step into my room without my permission."
Those words were like a mountain crashing down on his young heart.
After twenty-one years, Jiang Yuli once again stepped into Shen Zeming's room.
He had no intention of looking at the furnishings in the room, his eyes went straight to the photo of his mother hanging on the wall.
My father deeply loves my mother, my eldest brother Shen Baichuan, and dotes on his nephew Shen Qiao.
But... I don't love him.
Shen Zeming never cared about this son in his life.
At this moment, he should have asked, "Does the injury still hurt?"
But he couldn't speak.
The old man has been proud all his life and never bowed his head, let alone admitted his mistakes to his son.
He didn't say anything, and Jiang Yuli was also silent, standing straight with a calm gaze, like a stone sculpture without any warmth.
Shen Zeming looked at him like this, and a nameless anger rose. But tonight, he did not come here to vent his anger.
He opened a drawer and took out a black box.
"This is for you."
Jiang Yuli took it coldly: "Thank you."
It seems that this is the only possible relationship between father and son.
He didn’t even care what Shen Zeming gave him and turned to leave.
"Jiang Yuli!" Shen Zeming finally couldn't suppress his anger, "Don't you have anything to say to your father?"
A trace of sadness and helplessness flashed across Jiang Yuli's cold eyes. "I'm not the son you like. The more I say, the more wrong I am. If I don't say anything... it's also wrong."
Under the light, the father and son stood facing each other, only two meters apart, but it seemed as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
"Jiang Yuli, why do you have to talk to me like this?"
"I'm sorry, I can't learn to cheer you up like Shen Qiao." Jiang Yuli clenched the box in his hand, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
“Where are you going!” Shen Zeming growled, “This is your home too!”
Home?
Since he came back two years ago, he has never spent a night in this so-called "home".
They had long been accustomed to his absence.
His appearance made him an outlier.
They are a family.
And he was only in name.
"That sentence..." Jiang Yuli's voice was so light it sounded like a sigh. "I haven't believed it since I was eight years old."
He didn't stop and left.
Outside the door, Shen Qiao was sticking to the wall and looking around.
"Uncle, what did grandpa talk to you about?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Yuli did not stop and his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
Shen Qiao stared at the black box in his hand—was it given by his grandfather?
What could it be? It must be important!
Jiang Yuli walked downstairs.
In the living room, Shen Baichuan and Shang Shuya pretended to eat fruit, but their eyes kept following him.
The engine started and the car drove away.
Chen Qiao plopped down on the sofa: "Dad! Did you see that? What's in my uncle's hand? What did grandpa give him?"
He is so curious!
Shen Baichuan was also full of doubts.
The old man has ignored Jiang Yuli for many years, let alone given him gifts.
Tonight, contrary to my usual behavior, I let him into the room and gave him something...
“Want to know?” Shen Baichuan’s eyes darkened, “Then go check it out.”
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