Chapter 22 My brother-in-law was probably too nervous when he saw me for the first time
Mr. Xing was confused.
"Flower protector? What flower protector?"
When Xing Yu was silent, it was hard to discern any other emotions from his face. He simply said, "I came with a friend. She knows the groom."
"I see..."
Before Mr. Xing could figure out what was going on, Xing Yu had already naturally skipped over the topic.
"Grandpa, how are you feeling lately?"
Mr. Xing pretended to be angry: "Now you know to care about my health? In the past three years, I called you again and again to ask you to come back to see me, but you didn't reply. You are so determined!"
Xing Yu sat silently on the sofa, like a tree in the desert.
Mr. Xing turned his head to look at the silent Xing Yu beside him, and was hurt by his dull eyes.
The face of the poor child in the distant memory gradually overlapped with the face of the one in front of him.
He still remembered the first time he met Xing Yu, when he was only ten years old.
Because of long-term malnutrition, he looks thin and small.
He always keeps his head down humbly and doesn't speak.
Like an autistic child with mental illness.
But strangely, he found a tenacity in Xing Yu's eyes, the same tenacity that he had when he was young, the ability to endure hardships and fight hard.
He admitted that he undoubtedly favored Xing Yu.
He is the illegitimate son of the Xing family, an existence that was not welcomed even in the womb.
Over the years, Mr. Xing knew how much gossip Xing Yu had endured. Even his biological father, Xing Zhonghua, disliked and hated him.
He has never been truly accepted and recognized by everyone.
Coming out of his memories, Mr. Xing couldn't help but sigh.
"Ayu, I'm sorry for having wronged you over the years..."
The sudden sentimentality made Xing Yu raise his lips.
"Grandpa, you've protected me for so many years, how have I been wronged?"
"You little rascal, grandpa can only protect you, but not your heart." Master Xing's cloudy eyes were filled with guilt, and he spoke slowly in a deep voice.
"You've been sensible since you were little, used to reporting good news but not bad news. Zhonghua didn't accept you, Feng Lian bullied you behind your back, A-Mo also bullied you, and even Yingxue dared to step on you and scold you when you were little."
"When I sent you to learn martial arts at such a young age, and later to join the army, I didn't do it to make you suffer. Instead, I hoped you would learn a skill and become strong enough to protect yourself."
"Of course you worked hard and became a special forces soldier with many achievements. If it weren't for Ah Mo's accident, Grandpa wouldn't have let you retire..."
"Ayu, Grandpa knows a lot of things, but you never take the initiative to tell me, always keeping all the grievances in your heart. Silly boy, Grandpa knows that you are sad, I know it better than anyone else..."
Xing Yu seemed to be listening to someone else's story, relaxed and calm.
He just remained silent and didn't say anything.
Mr. Xing patted the back of Xing Yu's hand with his calloused hand, as if to give him advice, but also with a tentative and cautious tone.
"Ayu, your mother's death is a thorn in your heart. I understand why you have always been against Zhonghua over the years. But let me be honest, your mother's uproar back then did cause quite a stir for the Xing family!"
"Plus...plus, your mother is a womanizer..."
"Grandpa." Xing Yu's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked back at Master Xing with a firm and stern look: "My mother did nothing wrong. It's Xing Zhonghua who is wrong."
Mr. Xing noticed that he was angry, clenched his fists helplessly, and then used a smile to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Master Xing changed the subject: "By the way, Ayu, you didn't go to the wedding just now, and your brother-in-law Song Yanzheng hasn't been formally introduced to you yet."
"I like Yan Zheng. Although he was born in a humble family, he's hardworking and humble. He's a down-to-earth, nice guy. Do you want to go downstairs and have a couple of drinks with him?"
"No need." Xing Yu said calmly, "We already know each other."
Mr. Xing didn't think much about it and said, "Then...stay in Beijing for two more days. You haven't been back for so long, stay with grandpa for a few days."
"There's a lot going on at the boxing gym. I have to go back."
The answer was expected, so Mr. Xing didn't force it.
With a slightly trembling hand, he placed a bank card that he had prepared in advance on Xing Yu's palm.
"Here's the card. The password is your birthday."
"I'm not short of money." Xing Yu pushed it back: "If Xing Zhonghua knew about this, he would accuse me of spending your Xing family's money."
When Xing Yu returned to the banquet hall on the first floor from the third floor, Lin Yan was nowhere to be seen.
There were only a few guests left in the banquet hall, with only a few tables still occupied by people drinking.
He went up to the person sitting at the same table and asked, "Is Lin Yan gone?"
A half-drunk woman smirked at him.
"Just...just left...not long ago...that guy surnamed Lin...got...got drunk by us...hahahaha..."
Xing Yu's eyes grew more angry and he walked out with a sullen face.
"Brother!" Xing Yingxue's voice sounded behind him.
Xing Yu's eyes were as cold as ice and he turned around.
Xing Yingxue walked up wearing a toast dress covered with diamonds, with a dignified and elegant manner.
"Brother, where were you at my wedding just now? You didn't even show up, and I looked for you everywhere. Oh, and you haven't met Yan Zheng yet, right? The person next to me is..."
Halfway through her words, Xing Yingxue suddenly noticed that Song Yanzheng, who was standing next to her, had a pale face and his eyes were full of surprise.
He was staring at Xing Yu intently.
But Xing Yu looked down upon him calmly like a superior.
Invisibly, Xing Yingxue actually saw tiny sparks when they looked at each other.
"Yan Zheng?" Xing Yingxue patted his shoulder. "What's wrong with you? Do you know my brother?"
Song Yanzheng digested Xing Yu's identity and paused for a moment, still looking grim.
He forced a smile to try to hide his stiff expression.
"Xiaoxue, he... is your elder brother?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
"No." Song Yanzheng regained his composure, looked at Xing Yu again, and politely extended his right hand to him: "Hello, big brother."
He returned the handshake, admiring the shock in Song Yanzheng's eyes: "Hello, brother-in-law."
Song Yanzheng smiled back awkwardly.
His mind was still in a state of shutdown. He never imagined that Xing Yu was the mysterious eldest master of the Xing family.
The most outrageous thing is that Lin Yan was involved with him.
Then based on their status, wouldn’t Lin Yan become his sister-in-law?
This relationship made him inexplicably angry.
"Yan Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Xing Yingxue saw that his face looked increasingly strange and looked at him worriedly.
Xing Yu replied cryptically, "My brother-in-law is meeting me for the first time, so he must be too nervous. Or maybe he's just drunk. Hurry and help him go back to rest. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving now."
As soon as Xing Yu walked out of the hotel, he started calling Lin Yan.
I called several times but no one answered.
As his heart was in his throat, he heard a cell phone ringing not far away.
Following the ringtone, he saw Lin Yan, who was drunk and unconscious, slumped next to a trash can outside the hotel.
Beside her, there was vomit all over the floor.
Xing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, hugged her in his arms, and meticulously tidied up the hair that was stuck to her cheeks.
"You're usually very strict with me, but you didn't get angry when those people forced you to drink. Lin Yan, go ahead and bully me..."
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