Meng Sheng arrived at the art museum after ten o'clock. Pale light leaked through the gaps in the clouds, bringing a cold texture, making the relief carvings on the courtyard wall exceptionally clear and lifelike.
She stood in the courtyard for less than a minute before she was brought back to her senses by Minister Zhou's voice.
She walked towards the main hall, hearing Minister Zhou reporting on her work. When she entered the elevator, the phone in her bag suddenly beeped with a short WeChat notification sound.
She took it out and looked at it, frowning slightly.
It was sent by Lvy: [Director Meng, are you okay? ]
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly pursed her lips, knowing that Lvy was talking about what was reported yesterday.
After thinking about it, he replied with two words: [Thank you. ]
She didn't say much else.
There is no need to say more.
This is my way of thanking her for her concern.
Their friendship was neither deep nor shallow, and it was not to the point where they could confide their innermost thoughts.
Around two o'clock in the afternoon, she had just finished a call with Joanna, who had gone to the north of the city to attend a course, when her phone suddenly flashed with a caller ID from the housekeeper of the merchant's old house.
She frowned slightly, but was not too surprised.
The butler's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Madam San Shao, the master of the family has caught a cold these past two days and is not feeling well. Do you think it would be convenient for you to come back and see him?"
Wind-cold?
Although Shang Yizheng is so old, he has been in good health over the years.
As soon as I heard this, I knew it was an excuse.
Shang Yizheng went to ask her to come over, probably to talk about what was reported yesterday and her divorce from Shang Boyu.
After she agreed, she picked up her bag and car keys and left the office. After briefly speaking to Minister Zhou, she drove to the old house.
When she arrived, she saw the housekeeper waiting at the door from afar.
The car stopped, and the housekeeper recognized it as her car. He immediately went to greet her and nodded, "Madam Third Young Master."
Meng Sheng just nodded without saying anything.
The housekeeper said, "The master and the third young master are both in the side building. Just go over there if you want to call."
Third Master...
Shang Boyu is here too.
She frowned and took a slightly hesitant step, as if she was reluctant to see Shang Boyu.
The housekeeper saw it, but didn't know what to say.
About half a minute later, Meng Sheng started walking towards the side building again. When he passed the main building, he unexpectedly met Shang Qinian. They were both stunned when they saw each other.
Although she had been in the Shang family for three years, she did not have much contact with the Shang Qinian and Shang He brothers. They only met during the holidays and were just acquaintances.
The two brothers even disdained to pay any attention.
After all, they have always looked down on Yu Qionghua and Shang Boyu.
In the past, you could call him “Big Brother”, but now it is no longer necessary.
He called out "Mr. Shang" in a polite but distant manner as a greeting, and continued walking towards the side building.
Shang Qinian was stunned by her call, frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at Meng Sheng's back.
He didn't look away until she disappeared around the corner and entered the main building.
Seeing Guan Rong, she stepped forward and said, "Mom, Meng Sheng is back. It seems that Dad called him back."
Guan Rong sneered and said sarcastically, "Yesterday's scandal was so big that the business community was completely disgraced by him. He really deserves to be the offspring of that vixen Yu Qionghua."
"Meng Sheng just called me... 'Mr. Shang'."
Guan Rong's eyes flickered when she heard this, "No wonder. Meng Sheng is not a fool, she is very smart. Without the support of Meng Sheng and the Xu family behind her, Shang Boyu would not be able to take on the important task.
Don't meddle in his affairs, he will eventually ruin you."
Shang Qinian nodded and agreed, "I understand. Then I'll go to the company first."
When Meng Sheng arrived at the gate of the side yard, he realized that this place must have been renovated. The potted plants in the yard and Yu Qionghua's favorite citrus tree were gone.
On this winter day, the yard seems lonely and cold.
However, this desolate atmosphere also extended into the house.
The decoration style, which was once warm and elegant, has now become simple, even a little perfunctory.
But still luxurious.
Shang Boyu was the first to see her. His eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly became full of vitality, brightness and warmth as if filled with the entire spring.
He stood up and took two steps forward, "Shengsheng, you're back..."
But when he met Meng Sheng's calm, still gentle, yet distant almond-shaped eyes, his joyful and excited voice came to an abrupt halt.
The steps also stopped moving forward.
He seemed not to have slept well last night. His face looked tired and decadent, with short blue stubble on his jaw.
The light that had just ignited in her peach blossom eyes was gradually extinguishing, and her irises were covered with disordered red blood vessels.
Meng Sheng's gaze stayed on him for only two seconds before it moved away calmly and fell on Shang Yizheng who was drinking tea on the sofa.
Then he was slightly stunned.
What surprised her was that Shang Yizheng, who used to be in high spirits, actually looked a bit old at this moment.
He is in the state of a sixty-year-old man.
It seems that there are more white hairs than before, and he looks thinner.
I don’t know if it’s because of Yu Qionghua’s matter or because of the power in the family during this period.
He was an ambitious, power-hungry and old-fashioned man. He had worked hard for decades and was reluctant to retire so early even though it was his own son.
This is just like the emperors in ancient times who monopolized political power.
Meng Sheng gathered his thoughts and walked straight over, without addressing him, but still respectfully, "I heard from the housekeeper that you caught a cold these days, are you feeling better now?"
When Shang Yizheng saw her, a smile appeared on his face and he immediately asked the servant to serve her tea.
When he withdrew his gaze, he gave Shang Boyu a cold look.
Then he smiled at Meng Sheng and said, "The temperature has been fluctuating these past few days, and I've been putting on and taking off my coat. It's okay to catch a cold. It's okay."
Meng Sheng nodded and said, "That's good. Although you have always been in good health, you still have to take care of yourself, especially in the spring and winter.
Even if it's hot, you can't take off your clothes outside. At least go inside and take them off when there's heating."
Shang Yizheng listened to the concern in her words, and the smile on his face widened. He nodded with satisfaction, "No one in the family can be more attentive than you. We all listen to you."
The two daughters-in-law above him also respected him, but there was always something between them.
Only Meng Sheng, he sometimes feels that Meng Sheng is like a daughter.
I care about him and would nag him occasionally, just like now.
Very close.
Soon, the servant brought a cup of black tea. The tea soup was clear, and the faint fragrance rushed into Meng Sheng's nose along with wisps of hot steam, occupying her sense of smell.
She took a sip and watched Shang Yizheng dismiss the servants in the main hall.
When the hall was quiet and there were no more extra people around, he got to the point. "I saw the report online yesterday. I also heard from Bo Yu that you were getting a divorce and moving out of the Moon Villa."
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