Chapter 433 Fake
Sheng Huaian held his coat in his hand, his figure slouched, he walked with the wind, and leaned lazily against the door.
He soon came to Jiang Zhiyue, pinched her soft cheeks with his fingers, put his face close to her, raised his eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly: "Are you sure?"
At such a close distance, Jiang Zhiyue saw the bright smile in the man's eyes, like the blooming of ice and snow just beginning to melt.
Sheng Huaian always seems to have a smiling face and a good temper, but how could a child who grew up in the Sheng family be a really kind-hearted person?
There was always a layer of coldness in the depths of his eyes, but this smile broke through that layer of ice.
Jiang Zhiyue pretended not to hear that, and habitually showed a harmless, gentle smile: "You heard it wrong, I was joking."
The shirt Sheng Huaian was wearing had no buttons on the chest, so his collarbone was easily exposed. Jiang Zhiyue found his skin dazzling, and for a moment she did not realize that the man was pinching the flesh of her cheek, kneading it playfully.
“I think I’m pretty good, too.”
Sheng Huaian said this with certainty, one of his handsome eyebrows raised high, and his eyes were sparkling.
Before Jiang Zhiyue could comprehend the truth behind the man's smile, Sheng Huaian rubbed her face with both hands and then reluctantly let go.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding."
Jiang Wanrou saw the interaction between the two and subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, there were no servants in the house, otherwise, if this got to the ears of Mr. Sheng, it would cause quite a stir.
Jiang Wanrou couldn't figure out how much truth there was in the expression on Sheng Huaian's face. This nephew, who was adopted halfway through, didn't have a good reputation in the outside world, and wasn't outstanding among the new generation of heirs.
But Jiang Wanrou always had a bad feeling, but she couldn't describe what the feeling was, so she asked about Sheng's father's condition.
To this day, she has never spoken a word to Sheng's father.
"Father is still the same. What seems to be the worst outcome for us is actually the best outcome for him, which is that he can pass away peacefully in a painless coma."
A trace of pain flashed across Sheng Huaian's eyes, but he pretended nothing had happened and comforted Jiang Wanrou instead.
Jiang Wanrou clenched the hands hanging at her side and faced it with a wry smile.
"I believe that father's greatest wish at this moment is that aunt will recover her memory as soon as possible." Sheng Huaian said again, and the smile on Jiang Wanrou's lips became even more bitter.
She found an excuse to leave. When Sheng Huaian heard that Jiang Zhiyue was going on a date, his brows raised charmingly.
"Grandpa urged me to come back. It turned out it was because of Jun Yue. Lin Xian'er was mad at you and cried."
Jiang Zhiyue pursed her lips and said, "I really wanted to piss her off. Who knew she was so weak in combat?"
"You want to marry Jun Yue." Sheng Huaian always speaks directly. He doesn't know what kind of hobbies these men have. They all like to put a huge mirror at home, reflecting the living room in full view, with no blind spots in 360 degrees.
Jiang Zhiyue saw Sheng Huaian through the glass mirror. He was standing a fist away from her. He looked her up and down, and finally looked at her steadily in the mirror.
He was standing behind her, but seemed to be approaching her invisibly.
"If he and Lin Xian'er hadn't been engaged, I think this would be a good marriage."
Sheng Huaian crossed his arms across his chest, with the corner of his lips raised lazily, "But now, I hope you will consider this matter carefully. The second branch of the Chu family is a place of trouble."
Jiang Zhiyue nodded, "I have my own considerations."
Before going out, Sheng Huaian suggested that the girl change into more suitable clothes. The sun was shining brightly and her skin was delicate and tender. She should wear sun-protective clothing to cover the exposed skin so as to avoid getting tanned.
In addition, she was advised to wear long pants when eating in a restaurant to effectively avoid infection from external bacteria.
Jiang Zhiyue looked at the man thoughtfully for a while, then went upstairs to change her clothes. Sheng Huaian offered to take her home, and after helping her fasten her seat belt, he said, "By the way, there's new information about that classmate you asked me to investigate."
Zhou Xiuzhi is also an unsolved mystery.
Jiang Zhiyue casually mentioned this matter to Sheng Huaian, and he took it to heart.
Jiang Zhiyue listened attentively.
Sheng Huaian raised his eyebrows, glanced through the rearview mirror, and said, "Your classmate has been visiting Xilin Temple frequently recently. I sent someone to investigate. The side rooms in the Xilin Temple are used for people to mourn their deceased relatives. Over the past few decades, there are 70,000 to 80,000 names registered."
"I took some time these days to look through all the names. There are a few with the surname Zhou, but they have nothing to do with your classmate. Her current name must be fake."
Jiang Zhiyue was stunned after hearing this. Wharton Institute is known as the world's academic temple. The strict admission procedures and identity verification procedures are already very demanding, especially the assessment for special admissions students, which is even more difficult.
"Are you surprised?" Sheng Huaian smiled.
Jiang Zhiyue, "Her name is fake, so how could she get into Wharton? Who has the means to conceal the truth? Why would they do this? What is their purpose?"
Sheng Huaian turned the steering wheel, and the supercar sped past under the bright sun, leaving behind a series of dazzling light and shadows.
He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Who knows? Everyone has their own secrets."
"Zhiyue, do you have any?"
....
On a sunny summer day, everything is bursting with vitality. In the back garden of the old house, gardeners are busy pruning branches, watering and fertilizing.
Sheng Huaian drove the car to the old house and turned around and said, "Don't worry, it won't delay your date with Junyue."
He came to be scolded, as he disappeared without saying goodbye a few days ago. Old Master Sheng sat in the living room with an unhappy look on his face, leaning on a cane and knocking it heavily on the ground.
Mr. Sheng is biased. Jiang Zhiyue feels that this is a deep-rooted character trait of Mr. Sheng, and even at the last moment of his life, there is no possibility of this character trait changing.
In short, there's no hope.
Coincidentally, Sheng Huaian's idea coincided with hers, and he calmly accepted the delayed storm.
Old Master Sheng scolded him, saying that Father Sheng was unconscious, but he still had the mind to run outside.
"Before your father fell into a coma, he entrusted you with all the documents of the three states of the land. It is time for you to hand them over to your uncle."
Sheng Huaian, "Which uncle?"
Old Master Sheng was displeased: "You kid, you are deliberately going against me." He was so angry at Chu Junyue yesterday that his heart ached, and he had some answers in his heart.
He turned to ask Mrs. Sheng, who burst into tears and repeatedly stated that she was not involved in the trafficking case.
The reason why she concealed the fact that she had a brother was simply because her family was of humble origin, and her brothers were all uneducated and had committed crimes outside.
She didn't tell Mr. Sheng at first because she was afraid that he would dislike her.
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