Chapter 16 Absurd! Jiang Yuli's room turned into a storage room
Two soft lights were on in the quiet and cold room.
Jiang Yuli walked out of the bathroom in a black bathrobe and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He looked indifferent, his eyes fixed on the bedside table.
On the cabinet was a black box that the old man had given tonight, and next to it was a small red Fuwa figure, Huanhuan.
Su Lingyu gave it to him in 2007.
He always carries it with him when he is abroad.
The small plush pendant has long been old and broken.
Jiang Yuli reached out and gently held the pitiful doll, moving very carefully for fear of breaking it again.
He had it made up once when he was in his teens and again later.
The ugly stitches are covered with tiny dolls, which are out of tune with the lovely Fuwa Huanhuan.
"I wonder what your former owner is doing now?" Jiang Yuli whispered to the doll, "Does she still remember you..."
"She probably doesn't remember. She must have lots of brand new stuffed dolls and stuffed animals now."
It was something from eighteen years ago, it's no longer fresh.
He put the doll down and turned his gaze to the black box.
He watched quietly for a minute, his heart struggling, but his eyes remained calm.
Finally, he picked up the box and opened it.
Inside was an old photo album.
Jiang Yuli opened the photo album and the first photo was of his mother Jiang Wanfeng - she was wearing a white long dress, with a bulging belly, gentle eyes and a smile on her lips.
He continued to look through the photos, which were all taken when his mother was pregnant.
The mother in the photo is wearing a beautiful dress, holding flowers in her hands, and smiling at the camera.
From a slightly protruding pregnant belly to looking eight or nine months pregnant.
It seemed that his mother was looking forward to his arrival.
I wonder if his mother ever looked at him after he was born?
His father had never shown him these photos before.
After living for twenty-six years, he actually saw them for the first time.
One drop, two drops, three drops... tears fell silently on the photo, wetting the mother's face.
Jiang Yuli wiped it hurriedly and stared at the wet marks on his fingertips in shock.
He hasn't cried in a long time.
He thought he had shed all his tears by the age of eight.
Jiang Yuli sat on the edge of the bed and looked through the photo album again.
I don’t know how long it was before the phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and found it was a message from Su Lingyu.
[Paopao: Uncle, I'm going back to Beijing tomorrow and I brought you a gift!]
[Paopao: You should be asleep by now, right? I'm on a layover in Haikou.]
[Bubble: Good night! I won't bother you anymore. Have a sweet dream! I'll send the gift to you tomorrow. Remember to sign for it~]
Su Lingyu's three messages were like a rope thrown to a drowning person, pulling Jiang Yuli, who was about to suffocate, out of the water.
The extreme sadness was instantly replaced by the joy of receiving a bubble gift tomorrow.
Jiang Yuli put down the photo album and replied:
Jiang Yuli: Thank you. Stay safe.
[Paopao: Uncle, are you still awake? It's one o'clock!!!!]
Is it one o'clock already?
He spent too long and was too absorbed in looking at the album.
When he was "exiled" abroad at the age of eight, they didn't even let him take a photo with him.
That's why he was so fascinated tonight looking at his mother's pregnancy photos when she was pregnant with him.
[Paopao: You're not working, are you? Uncle, you're so talented and hardworking, you're so arrogant! My brother must be dreaming sweet dreams with my sister-in-law in his arms right now.]
Jiang Yuli: I don't have a wife.
[Paopao: What you're saying... I can't take it anymore! Go to sleep! I won't reply to you, and you shouldn't reply to me either!]
Jiang Yuli's mouth corners slightly raised.
Even such a cold person like him could get Bubble's care.
What qualifications does he have?
When she went traveling, she actually remembered to bring him a gift.
Isn't a cold-blooded person like him worthy of such a gentle and kind Bubble?
Jiang Yuli fell asleep at one o'clock, but slept very soundly.
On the other hand, Shen Qiao in the Shen family's old house almost stayed awake all night.
Because of the time difference, he contacted the foreign technical team all night and only slept for less than three hours intermittently.
He was awakened by a loud noise in the early morning.
He walked out of the room impatiently and saw several servants moving things in the corridor.
The room they were going in and out of was actually the one that had long been converted into a storage room!
Shen Qiao walked over slowly and was surprised to see his parents and grandfather inside.
Old Master Shen stood in the middle of a room filled with clutter, his whole body shrouded in suppressed anger.
Eighteen years.
After Jiang Yuli was sent abroad, this room was initially preserved.
Shen Zeming had no idea when it turned into a storage room.
Shen Baichuan and Shang Shuya stood aside, not daring to breathe.
The old man hasn't been involved in family affairs for a long time, and he doesn't live on this floor, so he has never paid attention to it.
Early this morning, he suddenly ordered the servants to clean up Jiang Yuli's room.
The servants hesitated and only after careful questioning did they find out the truth.
“No wonder…” Shen Zeming’s voice was low, “He has been back in China for two years and has never lived at home once.”
"Shu Ya, is this how you manage this family?" He turned his gaze to his eldest daughter-in-law with authority. "Even if I don't like him, he's still my son and a member of the Shen family! He doesn't even have a room in his own home!"
Shang Shuya quickly explained, "Dad, I was inconsiderate. This room has been cluttered for a long time. I thought that if my second brother came back to live here, the guest room would be clean and tidy. This room hasn't been cleaned for too long, it's really not suitable for living..."
The relationship between father and son is so strained that it is difficult for her as a daughter-in-law to be caught in the middle.
It was obvious that Shen Zeming had been avoiding Jiang Yuli before, but today he suddenly changed his attitude and wanted to make up for the estrangement of the past 26 years.
"Dad, let's go out first. It's dusty here, and it's not good for your health." Shen Baichuan stepped forward to support his father, "Wait until the servants have cleaned the room thoroughly and replaced it with new and beautiful furniture, then come back and see it."
"Do you know what kind of furniture he likes?" Shen Zeming asked coldly.
Jiang Yuli has never lived with them over the years and has been living alone since returning to China.
They didn’t even know where he lived, let alone had never been there, so how could Shen Baichuan possibly understand his preferences?
"Dad, I'll go and ask around. I'll definitely decorate my brother's room so that he'll be willing to stay next time." Shen Baichuan promised, "You're old now, and you want to resolve your differences with your brother. I understand."
"You understand?" Shen Zeming glanced at him with a sharp, penetrating look. "Do you think he only hates me and not you?"
Shen Baichuan did not hide it, nor did he need to hide it - for twenty-six years, he has always been like this:
"Dad, you can let go of your worries and reconcile with him, but I can't. Whenever I think about the fact that Mom died giving birth to him, I..." His tone was stiff.
Shen Zeming sighed: "If your mother knew that you two brothers were like enemies, she would be so sad..."
Shen Baichuan’s eyes changed slightly.
Sure enough, it was Su Lingyu’s words last time that touched his father.
His father's weakness had never been Shen Qiao, nor him, but his late wife.
Shen Qiao, who was standing outside the door, listened to the conversation and immediately volunteered to interrupt: "Grandpa! Leave this matter to me! I'll go find out what style of furniture my uncle likes!"
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