Chapter 434 His Past
Life is a mess and it is hard to understand. Some people may try hard to understand it, but as they get older, they hear too many true and false words, and eventually even the truth and falsehood themselves lose their original importance.
Mrs. Sheng knelt down and kowtowed to apologize, what else could Mr. Sheng do? Of course, he forgave her.
They have been together for more than 40 years. The woman who followed him even at the cost of becoming his mistress is now the mother of his only son, Shenghui.
Mr. Sheng is the most shrewd man in the family. He knows the strengths and weaknesses of each of his children. Although he has some preference in his heart, his youngest son is not capable of taking on the responsibility, so he hands over the management of the family to his steady eldest son.
But the speed at which his eldest son fell was beyond his expectations.
If Sheng's father can hold on for another five or six years, Sheng Hui will be able to take over better.
"I have arranged for your uncle Hui to hone his skills at the grassroots level over the past decade, and he has risen step by step." Grandpa Sheng said, "What happened at the celebration ceremony is in the past, and we should turn the page."
"As long as my aunt's memory is not restored, this matter will not be over." Sheng Huaian's words were harsh and sharp.
Hit the mark directly.
The hall was silent.
Suddenly, a ray of light came in and fell into Mr. Sheng's slightly cloudy yet clear eyes. He stared at Sheng Huaian for a long while, then changed the subject and mentioned Jiang Zhiyue.
"You have to take care of her private life. It's not decent for her to be jealous of Xian'er for a man all day long. Xian'er cried in her room all night yesterday. She is also your sister."
"She is also your granddaughter, your biological granddaughter." Sheng Huaian raised his eyebrows subtly, and it was obvious who this "she" was referring to.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Sheng frowned and remained silent for a long time, his gaze lingering on Sheng Huaian for a long time.
In the end, he said nothing and waved his hand. Just as Sheng Huaian was about to leave, there was a sudden noise outside the door.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Miss Jiang..." The servants came over with a dish of soup and accidentally bumped into Jiang Zhiyue.
The sweet soup spilled all over Jiang Zhiyue, and the flying porcelain fragments cut a small cut on the back of the girl's hand. Immediately, bright red blood oozed out.
The maids were frightened and panicked. An older woman rushed forward to help her. As soon as the clean handkerchief touched Jiang Zhiyue, she smiled and put her hands behind her back, saying, "It's okay."
Compared to Lin Xian'er, who would slap her servants a few times when she was in a bad mood, Jiang Zhiyue's temper seemed too mild.
Sheng Huaian heard the noise and came out to ask about the situation. Jiang Zhiyue responded softly and said that she was going to change her clothes. His eyes couldn't help but darken.
A maid led Jiang Zhiyue away. It was a hot summer day and even the air seemed to be burning. Another maid came forward and gently asked Sheng Huaian if he needed a bowl of sweet soup to cool down.
Sheng Huaian smiled and said, "I don't need to. Grandpa has been having liver irritation recently, so he is more suitable than me."
After saying that, he looked through the person in front of him, looked at the figure of a woman hurriedly leaving, and followed her.
Jiang Zhiyue walked for a while along the long corridor shaded by green bamboos, next to the pavilion and the terrace. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down at the wound on the back of his hand in silence.
She made an excuse and then turned back the way she came.
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As dusk falls, a high-end restaurant with Jiangnan style.
There are houses under small bridges, flowing water and drooping willow trees. The gallery is shrouded in smoke, which is as quiet and beautiful as an ink painting.
Walking slowly along the small bridge, the occasional melodious flute sounds could be heard from the dim lights. As soon as Jiang Zhiyue stepped into the restaurant, the waiters were already waiting respectfully at the door.
Jiang Zhiyue stepped into the box. Chu Junyue was leaning on the sofa, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting.
He looked very relaxed, all the muscles in his body were relaxed. Jiang Zhiyue took a light step forward, and the man's eagle-like sharp eyes suddenly opened, and in an instant, they were gleaming with a sharp edge.
"sit."
He patted the seat next to him.
Jiang Zhiyue walked over with a normal expression. Sincerity and kindness will never be betrayed, but some things must be told honestly, which is good for both parties.
Just as she was about to speak, Chu Junyue frowned and pinched his eyebrows.
"What do you want to say? Tell me after the date."
There was a glass of juice on the table, which was exactly Jiang Zhiyue's favorite flavor.
She glanced at Chu Junyue, who couldn't help but smile.
He took the initiative to tell her that he went to see Mu Liansheng last night.
Jiang Zhiyue was almost choked and was a little surprised. She didn't believe that Chu Junyue would be so childish.
"I'm looking for him for business." Chu Junyue seemed to be explaining, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't want to mention Mu Liansheng, so the topic turned back to him. Chu Junyue seemed to be particularly concerned about her private contact with Mu Liansheng.
He warned her not to believe every word that man said.
Jiang Zhiyue suddenly asked, "When did Master Mu's mother pass away?"
Mu Liansheng has obvious personality problems, which is related to his deceased mother.
When Chu Junyue heard this, his expression changed inexplicably, and a hint of smile flashed in his eyes.
In his eyes, Jiang Zhiyue at this moment had the characteristics that were in line with her age, and her appearance as a good girl made her quite deceptive.
"Mrs. Mu is not dead, she just lives abroad for a long time."
Chu Junyue patted her hands and spoke in a very gentle tone.
Jiang Zhiyue's face was stunned for a few seconds in a rare moment. In her heart, the role of a mother was sacred and noble, and she probably didn't expect that Mu Liansheng would really treat the life and death of his entire family as a joke.
The original text never dwelled too much on the parents of the heirs. Only after Jiang Zhiyue had in-depth contact with them one by one did she discover the heaviness carried under the crown.
Chu Junyue didn't like discussing other people's family affairs. In order to prevent Jiang Zhiyue from being deceived, or perhaps to prevent his love rival from crying and crying to gain sympathy, he made a few suggestions.
Mu Liansheng's mother was born into a noble family. She had a bad relationship with his father and separated from him early. She had a pair of sons with her lover abroad. When Mu Liansheng was just in elementary school that year, he thought that Mrs. Mu was dead and spontaneously held a grand funeral. Because the acting was so realistic, many people in the upper circle actually believed it.
A few years later, Mu Liansheng went abroad to find Mrs. Mu again. No one knew what happened, but he almost killed the illegitimate children, forcing Mrs. Mu into a desperate situation. She signed a huge property transfer document in panic.
After returning to China, Mu Liansheng hung Mrs. Mu's portrait at home for a long time and worshipped her at specific times. Even today, many people still believe in her.
Mu Liansheng attached great importance to his inheritance rights and considered his parents' assets more important than his life. What he did to Mrs. Mu when he was a teenager probably left an indelible psychological trauma on her.
As a result, Mrs. Mu still dares not return to her country.
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