After the eldest grandson and his wife got into trouble, the old man of the He family issued a gag order for various reasons. Except for He Tingyan and a few people in the clan, no one else knew the inside story.
After suffering two disasters in a row, the huge He family was reduced to only the old man, the second grandson He Tingyan, and the infant great-grandson He Xing.
Old Master He had spent his whole life in the military and suffered from old illnesses. Coupled with the pain of losing his wife and son, his energy became increasingly weak. Amidst internal and external troubles, the He family gradually declined.
He Tingyan was still studying at that time.
There are old people and young children in the family, so he has to force himself to grow up quickly and take over the burden.
The side branches who are taking advantage of his misfortune, the rivals who are eyeing him covetously, there are rats and snakes inside and tigers and wolves outside, just waiting for him to make a mistake so that they can divide the entire He family into pieces and eat it up.
He Tingyan took over the family business while attending school.
When he was still young, he relied on his own efforts to transform the He family into a new one in just three years. His swift and ruthless methods frightened many people!
After the He family once again stood proudly at the top of the tower, all those "relatives and friends" who had been "lost contact" for a long time came to visit again.
Just like today, even though everyone knew that the old man of the He family had recovered, there was still an endless stream of people coming to the deep mountains of Linzhi to bring century-old ginseng.
There are so many people who add icing on the cake, but how many people are there to provide timely assistance?
He Tingyan looked at the people coming and going below with cold eyes, too lazy to pay any attention.
The garden of the old house has long been decorated exquisitely and elegantly, and it is as bright as day under the illumination of antique palace lanterns.
Several long buffet tables were filled with a wide variety of Chinese and Western food, and the sumptuous wine and delicacies made people's mouths water.
The guests were led in in an orderly manner by the waiters.
He Tingyan used the hotel industry as a fulcrum to start his business empire, so his subordinates had no problem dealing with these situations.
After thanking everyone for their concern, Mr. He smiled and said a few polite words before leaving.
The garden was suddenly filled with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter, and it was very lively.
Chizhou leaned on the terrace outside his childhood friend's room, gazing at the countless beautiful women below. He smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, He Er, look at this scene! All the families in this city with daughters of marriageable age have heard the news and are out in force, right? They say they're here to visit the old man, but I think they have other intentions. I wonder if the threshold of your old house is still intact?"
He Tingyan brewed tea with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, ignoring his friend's teasing.
Zhuang Yi, who was sitting opposite He Tingyan, took the brewed tea, took a sip, closed his heavy eyes slightly, and said nothing.
Chizhou was bored and walked into the house shaking his red wine glass, swaying from side to side like a child with ADHD.
When I saw the photo frame on the bedside table, my eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hey, why didn't I see this the last time I came here? Who drew this? It looks so like you? And it was drawn with a pencil, it's absolutely amazing!"
Picking up the photo frame on the bedside, he couldn't help but whistle with an expression of amazement.
"Put it down and take your paws away."
"Tsk, what's so great about this treasure? I can't even touch it."
"You can't touch it." He Tingyan glared at him coldly.
“…”
Chizhou was speechless.
When did this man become so possessive?
It's just a painting.
Is it amazing?
He immediately went to find someone to draw a picture!
Isn't there the artist's signature on this painting?
Although it is a bit flamboyant, it is still barely recognizable.
Smell... Creek...
Sounds like a female name?
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