Chapter 357 What are you pretending to be so affectionate for? You're the most heartless one.
Fu Siyan stared blankly at Shen Qingshu.
Shen Qingshu stopped looking at him and turned to go straight into the house.
The front door was slammed shut, blocking the man's view.
Fu Siyan stared at the tightly closed door, his eyes filled with sorrow.
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The Han family mansion.
After Han Mingyu took the four elders home, he gave them an explanation according to the version he had discussed with Shen Qingshu.
As he predicted, he was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment.
When Grandpa Han heard that it was his own grandson who had wronged the woman, causing her to have a child out of wedlock without any status or identity, and causing his eldest grandson to reveal his regret to the outside world.
In a fit of anger, the old man struck Han Mingyu on the back with his cane.
Han Mingyu remained silent.
Old Madam Han doted on her grandson. She scolded him and had him dragged to the ancestral hall to kneel as punishment, but in reality, she was protecting him, fearing that the old man would punish him with a few more canes in a fit of anger.
Han Mingyu was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment.
Old Master Han made a harsh statement: everyone must kneel until tomorrow, and anyone who dares to plead for them will also kneel!
Han's mother and father shook their heads and sighed.
A 36-year-old man, a loser who can't even bring his wife and kids back, so let him kneel, they won't feel sorry for him!
Old Madam Han felt sorry for her.
At dinner, I had the housekeeper secretly send over some steamed buns and also slipped in a soft cushion.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the ancestral hall was quiet.
The ancestors of the Han family watched as their unworthy descendant, Han Mingyu, sat on a cushion, his backside facing them, kneeling and leisurely munching on a meat bun that the butler had secretly brought him.
He looks quite content.
The old steward kept watch outside the ancestral hall.
Han Mingyu was eating half a meat bun when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took out his phone.
Unknown number.
The man raised an eyebrow, swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, and then slowly answered the phone.
A woman's cool, slightly provocative voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Han, it's me, Qi Mingxuan."
"Oh." Han Mingyu guessed. "President Qi directed such a big show, and now he's come to me again. I guess President Qi wants to talk to me about a collaboration?"
"Judging from Mr. Han's tone, I get the feeling that he's quite looking forward to it?"
"I wouldn't say I was looking forward to it, I'm just a little excited because I guessed right." Han Mingyu held his phone in one hand and rested his other hand, holding half a steamed bun, on his bent knee, looking lazy and casual.
"I heard your family went to propose to Miss Chen today?" Qi Mingxuan chuckled. "Did it go smoothly?"
"Qi Mingxuan." Han Mingyu narrowed his eyes, his usually smiling gaze suddenly turning cold. "You sent someone to monitor Shen Qingshu?"
"Yes, are you surprised?"
"Are you out of your mind?" Han Mingyu's voice turned cold. "What did Shen Qingshu do to offend you? She just used your bone marrow, didn't Fu Siyan make a deal with you? What's wrong with you!"
"I just envy her."
"What do you envy about her?" Han Mingyu laughed angrily. "Envy her family's preference for sons over daughters, envy her unhappy marriage and divorce, raising two children alone? Or envy her brush with death after a serious illness?"
"I envy her because even though her life has been so difficult, so many of you are still willing to love and care for her. She doesn't even need to ask; you all flock to her. President Han, we're all women, so why is she so lucky?"
"Qi Mingxuan, you're really sick!" Han Mingyu threw the meat bun into the plate, took a deep breath, and finally said the words he had been holding back for years: "Qi Sinian has been dead for eight years. Even if you're still heartbroken, you should have let it go. You still have a son. Qi Yue is the memory Qi Sinian left you. I beg you, let it go, live like a human being, and let Qi Yue live a normal life!"
The woman on the other end of the phone fell silent.
Han Mingyu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Qi Sinian and I are brothers, and this is all the advice I can give you. Don't be jealous of others just because you can't have them. Shen Qingshu's life isn't easier than yours. Everyone has to face joys and sorrows in their lives. Qi Mingxuan, pride is your advantage, but don't let it become a weapon to destroy others. I believe that if Qi Sinian is watching from heaven, he certainly wouldn't want to see you living like this."
"Han Mingyu," Qi Mingxuan called his name softly.
Han Mingyu paused.
“Eight years.” Qi Mingxuan chuckled softly, but her voice was lifeless. “So you still remember him. So you still remember that Qi Yue is his child. So you also know that you and Qi Sinian are brothers.”
Han Mingyu frowned, his grip on the phone tightening slightly.
Over there, Qi Mingxuan's voice continued: "Then why have you ignored us, mother and son, for the past eight years? Does the brotherly bond cease to exist just because Qi Sinian is dead? Why? Why have you left us, mother and son, to fend for ourselves in this abyss of the Qi family?"
Han Mingyu was taken aback.
"Han Mingyu, what are you pretending to be so affectionate with Shen Qingshu for?" Qi Mingxuan sneered. "Actually, you're the most heartless one."
The woman's voice came through the phone to the man's ears.
In the silent ancestral hall, Han Mingyu's breathing became labored.
Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly a few times.
The next second, the man hung up the phone in a flustered manner.
...
After that day, Shen Qingshu stayed at the Lijiang Villa for three days without leaving the house.
She only went out after the public outcry subsided.
When it was Huanxing's turn, everyone in the company greeted her with a smile, saying, "Congratulations, President Chen, on the birth of your second daughter!"
Shen Qingshu generously expressed his gratitude.
When she arrived at the office, she saw a large bunch of blue ice crystals on the table.
Chi Guo'er said, "It was delivered early this morning by President Han."
The last four words were spoken with a slightly ambiguous tone by Chi Guo'er, who also winked mischievously.
Shen Qingshu picked up the card from the bouquet, glanced at it, and then gently patted Chi Guo'er's forehead with the card.
"You know the inside story, so stop stirring things up."
Chi Guo'er is one of the few people who know the inside story, but that doesn't stop her from supporting the couple!
During the time Shen Qingshu was hospitalized, Han Mingyu took charge of the company, and Chi Guoer learned a lot from him.
Chi Guo'er also witnessed Han Mingyu's deep affection for Shen Qingshu.
She has now secretly created a small group with several secretaries in the secretarial department, and the group name is: Did President Han successfully win back his wife today?
Every day, several women would secretly stan Shen Qingshu and Han Mingyu in the group chat.
Of course, this is their little secret.
"How's that art film proposal we submitted last time coming along?"
"Oh, the meeting has already taken place. Director Qidong said he can direct it, but he wants to decide on the male and female leads himself."
"Filming in the snow-capped mountains." Shen Qingshu sat down in her executive chair and turned on her laptop. "Director Qidong is over fifty, and that's a high-altitude area. Is he sure he can handle it?"
“He really likes the script and has called me several times already.”
“Alright,” Shen Qingshu said. “Then let him prepare the script. He can decide on the casting, but the budget for the actors and their backgrounds need to be thoroughly investigated, including their ancestors for three generations.”
This art film is of great significance, and since it was filmed in the snow-capped plateau region, the investment will be relatively large. Once the project starts, it cannot withstand any risks or fluctuations.
Chi Guo'er nodded, "I understand, I'll go contact Teacher Qidian right away!"
...
At 3 p.m., the gallery's director, Mr. Xue, called to say that a child had come to the gallery without a parent's accompaniment. The child was very independent and wanted to swipe his bank card to register.
Director Xue dared not register the child rashly, and could not get any information about the child's identity, so he could only call Shen Qingshu.
When Shen Qingshu arrived at the gallery, the child was sitting in the reception area, head down, clutching a black card in his hand.
"Little friend, our boss is here," Director Xue reminded the child.
The child raised his head at the sound and looked at Shen Qingshu.
Chen Qingshu paused in his steps.
It was actually Qi Yue.
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