Chapter 74 Chapter 11 Will flowers be sad because they can’t get sunlight? ...
Li Qichang is probably too old, and he really doesn't understand the young people of today.
Ever since Mr. Yan brought the young man named Shengqing back to Binhai, many people have come to inquire about them, including not only people from other families, but also Mr. Yan's uncles and brothers.
In the past, Li Qichang would probably reveal a few pieces of information that was not very important, but now that Mr. Yan had warned him, he kept his mouth shut.
Not a single word was revealed about where the master had gone during the twenty days he suddenly disappeared, or about the young man named Shengqing.
It's easy to deal with outsiders. You just need to say some polite words and go around in circles a few times. You don't need to make your words too clear or thorough. People will realize that you can't get any useful information from them.
On the contrary, those relatives are the most difficult to deal with.
The first one is Ms. He, who thinks that she has become Mr. Li's elder since she married his father. She acts very arrogantly in front of Butler Li, and asks about Mr. Li's private life and various distant relatives from time to time.
The number of visitors to the villa is increasing day by day. There are all kinds of people who are remembered and those who are not. I can't just leave it to the master to deal with them, right? This is the housekeeper's responsibility.
However, this was not Li Qichang's biggest headache. What really gave him a hard time was Shengqing himself.
The young master's leg injury was serious. He usually relied on a wheelchair to move around, and his legs were covered with a thick blanket.
The master arranged for the young master to live in a detached courtyard behind the flower garden. The location was more secluded and the environment was better. Since moving in, the young master has never left the house once, and no familiar relatives or friends have visited him during this period.
Although he is not very old, he shows an unfamiliarity with some smart furniture and appliances as if he has never come into contact with them before. Sometimes he even feels unfamiliar with using a mobile phone.
All of this is so suspicious.
If Li Qichang had not understood Mr. Yan and knew that he would never commit any crime, he would have almost thought that this was an innocent teenager imprisoned by his own teacher.
But putting aside all the above,
Young Master Shengqing is very easy to get along with.
His needs are not many, even pitifully few. There are only two things he needs to pay attention to.
The first thing is to put the food at the door on time every day at mealtime. He will go and take it himself. After eating, the tableware will be neatly placed at the door, waiting for them to take it away and wash it.
The rest is to clean the room regularly. When the young master knows that cleaning is needed, he will go out early and wait for the servants to finish cleaning before coming back.
The young master had a very good temper and rarely bossed anyone around, nor did he need them to do anything for him. His favorite thing to do was just to stay in the garden and play with the flowers and plants.
If life could continue like this, it wouldn't give Li Qichang too much of a headache.
The problem is…
Something happened to Shengqing.
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The story begins on the morning of the thirteenth day that Shengqing moved into the Yan family.
The servants responsible for delivering meals that day will deliver lunch to a fixed location as usual. According to previous habits, they only need to wait a while and then collect the used tableware.
But when it was time to deliver dinner that day, the plates that had been delivered at noon remained untouched, with no signs of having been moved at all.
When Li Qichang heard the servant's report of this situation, he did not take it too seriously at first. He just thought that the taste was bad or he just didn't like the breakfast that day.
There's even a sense of 'it's as I expected'.
In his opinion, children of this age all have some strange tempers of their own, but that child was too easy to get along with before, so it is normal for him to show a little temper now.
However, by the afternoon, the snacks were still untouched, and there was not even a trace of the door having been opened.
Now Li Qichang was a little anxious.
He carefully checked the meals that day and found that they were indeed according to Mr. Yan's instructions: less fried food and more steamed food, more meat, a moderate amount of fruit, a small amount of vegetables, and a portion of yogurt and corn kernels, which Shengqing particularly liked, for each meal.
Mr. Yan even said that he was timid and would be afraid to cook when he heard unfamiliar footsteps. Even the person who delivered meals could not be changed frequently and had to be the same person.
Li Qichang asked again who delivered the meal that day, and it was indeed the same person. This person was even chosen by Young Master Shengqing himself.
When selecting the candidates, Shengqing sniffed each one for a long time. Many people muttered in their hearts, "What a young master with a serious obsession with cleanliness!"
Li Qichang checked for a long time and found nothing wrong. Everything was exactly the same as before. Why didn't the baby eat? What was the problem?
It was obvious that just a week ago, the young master's appetite had increased significantly and he ate a lot more than usual.
Li Qichang was very surprised at that time, thinking that he looked like a thin young man with thin wrists, protruding wrist bones, and a face only the size of a palm, so how could he have such a big appetite?
Usually, more than two kilograms of meat are consumed in one meal, including but not limited to pork, beef, lamb, shrimp and fish.
But starting a week ago, the amount doubled to five or six kilograms per meal, but sometimes it was still not enough.
This is a rather astonishing number. When he tactfully brought up the topic with Mr. Yan, the latter simply replied, "What's the big deal? He's still growing, so he just needs to eat more."
Is this a point?
Li Qichang couldn't help but wonder if Shengqing had eaten too much in the past two days, causing poor digestion and stomach problems?
He went to knock on the door and politely asked the boy inside if he was dissatisfied with the food or felt unwell.
He repeated it three times, gradually increasing his volume, but received no response. Finally, he had no choice but to take out the spare key and open the door himself.
After entering the room, Li Qichang saw the young man lying motionless on the bed. He called out a few times, but there was no response. He bravely walked to the bed and reached out to feel his breath.
some.
I touched my forehead and it was slightly warm, but not scalding hot. Maybe it was just a low-grade fever?
As he thought about this, he subconsciously wanted to take out his cell phone to call a private doctor, but when he remembered what Mr. Yan had said before, it was best to have as little contact with outsiders as possible, he hesitated again.
As an adult who was not stupid, he noticed a lot of hidden information from his husband's instructions.
There must be something about this young man that he cannot let others see, or maybe there is something wrong with him? What is it?
A tangled stream of thoughts raced through his mind. Li Qichuang took out his phone, searched for Mr. Yan's number, but his finger hovered over the dial button for a few seconds, hesitating.
Why this time?
Ever since Mr. Yan was announced to be dying, the atmosphere in the Yan family's old house has become more and more solemn, especially in the past two days, which can almost be said to be the old man's dying moments.
Not only Yan Hao's father and new wife, as well as several children born to different wives, but also his brothers, nephews and nieces from other branches all swarmed over.
The more critical the time is, the more Yan Hao, as the heir, cannot leave.
Even though he is now the nominal head of the family and is indeed the most outstanding child of this generation, it is ultimately only in name only.
Before the dust settles,
Everything is unknown.
And even if Li Qichang kept his mouth shut and didn't reveal Sheng Qing's existence, there is no impenetrable wall in this world.
There were already countless pairs of eyes in the dark watching Yan Hao's every move. His sudden absence of more than 20 days was enough to make a big fuss about it, and some people made a big fuss about it online with a few blurry photos.
Even though Mr. Yan dealt with these rumors quickly after returning, it cannot be said that there was no impact at all.
There are rumors that Mr. Yan will pass away soon. The best thing for him now is to stay in the hospital. This way he can directly dispel all the gossip outside and also create a good image for himself.
As a housekeeper, the first thing Li Qichang learned during his job training was to judge the situation and always take the employer's interests as the starting point.
Even after all this time, he still remembered a story he'd heard from a trainer during training in the Netherlands. The story went something like this: many years ago, a butler, while carrying out a task assigned by his employer, was fully aware that it was simply a result of his impulsive thoughts, so he secretly made some changes. The employer, though angry for a moment, quickly calmed down, realizing this was the best way to maximize profits. So, rather than punishing the butler, he generously rewarded him. This story spawned countless other related stories.
And now, Li Qichang began to think seriously, in Mr. Yan's heart, which side's interests are more important?
The young man on the bed had his eyes tightly closed. His skin was pale, almost bloodless. He lay there quietly. If you completely ignored the rise and fall of his chest, he looked like a lifeless, exquisite doll.
Meanwhile on the other side.
In a luxurious and quiet private hospital, Yan Lili passed away at around 2:32 pm.
This man, who had once fought hard to build up most of the Yan family's fortune in the turbulent times and was well-known in the industry, had lost his former energy and spirit as he grew older. His hair was gray and his face was covered with age spots.
Perhaps he sensed that his life was about to end, and twelve hours before his death, he called his two daughters, three sons, and two of his most beloved grandchildren to the ward to talk to him alone.
Yan Hao was not among them.
Yan Hao went in with the others in the last half hour. Even with all the expensive equipment plugged in, the old man's face still showed a gloomy look as he slowly looked around.
He still looked at his beloved children and grandchildren first, and said a few words incoherently, and finally stayed on Yan Hao. However, he didn't have much time left. He hurriedly said less than five sentences and closed his eyes forever with the sharp prompt sound of the toilet instrument.
After the doctor confirmed the death and covered the deceased with a white cloth, the attorney who had been waiting for several days read aloud the will left by Yan Liyuan in front of everyone.
The old man had a lot of property under his name, including a large amount of cash flow distributed in different banks, various real estates, financial funds, and various artworks, jewelry, antiques, etc. that he was keen on collecting during his lifetime. When he was critically ill, all of these were listed and distributed to future generations in different proportions.
The proportions obtained by the few people who were called in for individual talks were obviously higher, but Yan Hao did not get any at all.
When the group's equity was transferred, Yan Hao's name appeared, but it was an extremely delicate proportion and came with certain conditions and restrictions.
Yan Hao immediately understood.
As a grandfather, he never liked his mother, nor did he like him very much. He preferred the youngest son who was more talkative, and he also liked the grandchildren born under the youngest son's name.
But no matter how much he liked them, he also knew that both his youngest son and the three children under his youngest son's name were extremely playful, and none of them was capable of managing the group well. If he handed the Yan Group over to them, it would only accelerate its failure. He could only hand it over to Yan Hao, who was more capable and resourceful.
But while handing it over to Yan Hao, Yan Liyuan seemed to be worried that this taciturn grandson, with whom he was not very close, would treat his uncle and cousin in the same way he had snatched his father's shares, so he made a lot of additional supplementary agreements.
It’s really... painstaking.
As the lawyer read the will, Yan Hao absentmindedly lowered his eyelids, his face thoughtful, but his mind had already flown back to his own little house.
It was really strange. In his mind, that property was no different from other properties under his name in the past. It was just a place to sleep and rest. But now, with just a not-so-smart little snake moving in, it has become the place he most wants to return to.
Home…
Our family...
Yan Hao couldn't help but worry about the figure that kept appearing in his mind. He wanted to know what he was doing now? How was he eating? Did he sleep well? Did he miss him?
Since coming to Binhai, Shengqing has learned a lot. Now he can communicate with himself and use his mobile phone much more skillfully than before.
About eleven days ago, Shengqing used the mobile phone that Yan Hao prepared for him for the first time to send two messages in the afternoon.
Both sentences are very short. The first one has only one word: "yes", and the second one also has only one word: "I".
Put together it means "it's me".
He looked at the familiar note, and read the two words again and again, and could not get enough of them. He could almost imagine the little snake carefully selecting letters one by one on the keyboard.
He immediately replied to a bunch of messages, but was worried that he might not be able to understand too many text messages, so he also sent a voice message.
After returning home, he praised it for a long time.
The next day, Xiaoshe, having been praised, sent two more messages, this time with a picture and an emoji. The background of the picture showed a field of pure white gardenias, but he only focused his camera on one in the corner.
He probably isn't very good at taking pictures yet. Maybe his hands are shaking, or maybe the focus is off, so the picture is a little blurry.
However, this did not affect Yan Hao's feeling when he saw the picture. He smelled a fresh and pleasant scent as if he was there.
At that time, he had just finished a not-so-pleasant conversation with a relative he was not very familiar with. The depression that was pent up in his heart suddenly disappeared the moment he received the news.
Seeing the second emoticon was the crying expression of Little Yellow Bean, he was particularly worried that Little Snake was in a bad mood, so he immediately replied seriously and asked him what was wrong and whether he was unhappy.
After about ten seconds, the other party sent back an emoji of a flower and a sun, followed by a text message with a few letters.
That was probably the longest text message he had ever sent.
Yan Hao was also guessing what the message meant. The general idea was that he was not very sad, but the flower was sad because it could not get sunlight.
Will flowers be sad?
Will flowers feel sad because they can't get sunlight?
Yan Hao was a little unsure whether he laughed when he saw the news, but when he recalled the memory clearly again, he really wanted to laugh.
But the occasion was simply wrong.
Yan Hao suppressed a chuckle, his peripheral vision sweeping across the empty bed. Just now, the deceased had been wheeled out of the ward by several doctors.
And these young people in the room, those sons, daughters, grandchildren who had been crying around Yan Liyuan's bed not long ago, and looked like they couldn't wait to follow him to death, now none of them wanted to stay with him any longer.
Yan Hao looked around. Everyone whose name was called by the lawyer had a face full of nervousness and anticipation. Some who felt that they got too little were dissatisfied and resentful. However, the vast majority of the younger people had an obvious excitement on their faces, and none of them were staring at the thick documents in the lawyer's hands.
Yan Hao wondered, if he suddenly fell ill one day and had to divide the inheritance, how would he divide it?
Is he like his grandfather? No, no, no, he only wants to share his things with whoever wants to share them, and he won't leave a penny for others.
Then who should it be left to?
A thin figure appeared in my mind, and his light-colored eyes were like transparent crystal, clear without a trace of other colors.
Once a thought appears, all subsequent thoughts become clear consciously.
Give it to him?
Give it to him.
What if that slow-witted little snake couldn't manage these things? He could find a professional manager for it, or even set up a trust fund for it. Even if it couldn't, what would happen if he just let it run wild?
In short, I won’t give a penny to people I hate.
When I think about it this way, the old man actually doesn't love his children and grandchildren enough. After all, he loves himself more than them, and loves the industries he has worked hard for more than them. Otherwise, why would he give them to himself?
Unconsciously, I thought of Shengqing again...
A cute little snake, a silly little snake, a smart little snake, a little snake that would wait for him to come back...
I really want to see him soon...
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