Chapter 240 Are you afraid of her, even your uncle?

At the end of the telephone line, next to a road on a mountainside.

The man sitting in the jeep said in a steady voice: "Commander, this is a private matter between her and me. I hope you won't interfere."

Hearing this, Commander Duan's pupils sank slightly, and an indescribable heartache surged from the depths of his heart to his throat, and finally turned into a silent sigh that could not be expressed in words.

"I think this is the best way for me to get along with her at the moment. Of course, I won't really live separately from her for a long time. When my child recognizes me as a father, I will marry her and complete the major event in my life that I should have done five years ago."

Han Suijing's face was calm and his thoughts were clear, so the commander couldn't say another word.

After a long while, Commander Duan's voice was heard: "Didn't she say that the Han family has always been against your marriage?"

"I will call my parents in a few days to explain the situation. This time, I may also ask my eldest brother to come forward."

"Hmph! Han Suijing, is this all you're capable of? Your brother has to come forward and talk to your family about getting married. No wonder people say they can't afford a man like you and reject you so thoroughly, and you're still happy?" Commander Duan smiled coldly.

At this moment, Commander Duan caught a glimpse of someone peeking in at the study door.

It was the furious Prince Yan who glanced at the female relative who had leaned in, took the phone off his phone, and said in a cold voice, "Why? You've been married into the Duan family for several years, but you still haven't learned the rules of the Duan family?"

"The man is on the phone, the women should go to the living room!"

The woman standing by the study door was not another maid, but the wife of Duan Yanzhi's second brother, his sister-in-law Su Yinyin.

Su Yinyin looked worried and lowered her eyes to look at the Persian carpet in the room. Although every room in the Duan family had carpets, one could tell at a glance that the owner of her uncle's study was either rich or noble.

"Uncle, big, big brother, mom asked me to ask you, what would you like to eat for lunch? We haven't had lunch yet..." Su Yinyin said stutteringly, fingering the expensive mahogany door frame.

Duan Yanzhi frowned, glanced at his sister-in-law, and turned to look at the man sitting behind the desk, holding the microphone and talking in a low voice on the phone, and shouted: "Get out!"

After being scolded by her uncle, Su Yinyin held back her tears, turned around and ran back to the main hall.

Mrs. Duan was also pacing back and forth in the main hall, worrying about what dishes to ask the chef to prepare for lunch. She saw her daughter-in-law coming back from asking her uncle in his study.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw his daughter-in-law covering her face and saying nothing, "Were you scolded?"

"Mom! Don't let me go for this kind of thing in the future. My eldest brother and younger uncle are on the phone, and my eldest brother seems very angry. He might scold me." Su Yinyin said aggrievedly with a red face.

"This kid must have been a tyrant in his previous life." Madam Duan's elegant and noble face continued to frown, and she waved her hand and said, "Then ask the chef to add a few dishes that both uncle and nephew like to eat."

Mrs. Duan turned around and looked at the third daughter-in-law, "Third daughter-in-law, go tell the cook."

"Oh." The third daughter-in-law ran to the stove room with a snicker on her face, feeling lucky that she was not the one to ask.

Otherwise she would be the one being scolded.

She also knew that her mother-in-law did not dare to go herself, but instigated her two daughters-in-law to go to her uncle's study.

If there is any forbidden area in the Duan family mansion, it is my uncle's yard, which is forbidden for female members of the Duan family to set foot in.

Not even the male members of the Duan family were allowed to go to his study without an invitation. Only his eldest brother Duan Yanzhi, who had lived in the Kunqu Army all year round, dared to act arrogantly in his uncle's territory.

The mother-in-law knew very well that this was an unwritten rule of the Duan family, but she violated it knowingly. She just wanted to serve the two King Yans well and let her daughter-in-law take the blame for the scolding.

In the study, Duan Suili had a brief chat with his friend and then hung up.

Seeing his nephew's distraught look, he closed the documents on his desk, stood up, and slowly walked towards his old seat - a dark brown leather sofa.

He sat down calmly and let his body sink gracefully into the sofa.

"What were you and Suijing arguing about?" Duan Suili asked while making tea.

But Duan Yanzhi avoided his uncle's inquiring gaze.

"You're hiding it from me too?" Duan Suili's warm eyes were cold, but he couldn't hide the hint of fondness in them. He tilted his eyes and looked at his nephew: "Are you in love?"

A look of "I've seen that you like Wang Ziru" appeared on his face.

But Duan Suili knew clearly that Han Suijing and Wang Ziru had a deep emotional foundation, and it would be difficult for outsiders to interfere.

With a faint smile on his face, he handed over a cup of hot tea and said slowly, "It's not like you to be angry with yourself like this. Besides, does the girl have you in her heart?"

Duan Yanzhi moved his lips. His uncle actually asked him about this.

"Ah!" He pulled back his long legs, spread them apart, leaned forward, picked up the porcelain cup, took a sip of tea, and said, "If you have anything to ask, just ask. There is nothing I can hide from you, an old fox."

"I don't mean to laugh at you, but you have encountered some emotional problems. Tell me about it. Maybe I can help you analyze it."

"Oh? Give me your analysis!" Duan Yan said as he crossed his long legs, leaned back and comfortably leaned on the leather sofa, waiting to see what would happen.

At this time, Duan Yanzhi looked at his uncle carefully. Although he was cruel to outsiders, he gave people a gentle and charming feeling like a spring breeze.

The way he quietly drank tea was like a warm ink painting. No wonder after meeting her uncle last time, Wang Ziru's eyes were so infatuated that she seemed to have lost her soul.

Duan Yanzhi couldn't help but touch his old face with his rough fingers. He was not sure whether the young wife was really joking that day. Sometimes, he was really afraid that women would say one thing and mean another.

"As for matters of the heart, we are both laymen, but I think I am more experienced than you."

"Just brag." Duan Yan shrugged.

Duan Suili finished a cup of tea, his eyes were warm and clear, "The best marriage is a soul mate, where two people understand each other's heart and are happy to see each other."

"As for a middle-class marriage, it is about mutual achievement. For a man, besides marrying a virtuous wife, if she can also support your career behind the scenes, that is a good thing."

"So you should be able to imagine that the women of the Duan family cannot be associated with the first two types of marriages. They are the third type of marriage, which is also the marriage model of all people in this world, to pass on the family line."

Finally, a smile slowly spread across Duan Suili's lips.

"It's clear that the two of us don't need a third marriage."

Duan Yanzhi sneered coldly, "Is this the truth you want to analyze?"

"I haven't even mentioned you yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Duan Suili looked at his nephew calmly, "First of all, you have to figure out one thing, whether the girl has you in her heart, whether you are more important than Sui Jing in her heart, or are you just an ordinary friend?"

"...Ordinary friends?" These words hurt his self-esteem.

"Of course, we can't just destroy other people's feelings! But if the woman has really made it clear in her heart that there is no love between her and Jing, and now the man is just trying to get back together, then at this time, it is not immoral for a third person to pursue the woman."

After hearing my uncle's analysis, my mood, which had sunk to the bottom before, suddenly became lively again.

Duan Yanzhi stroked his chin with his fingers, and moved away from the backrest, with a bit of excitement in his eyes, "So, if I pursue my young wife, it's not immoral?"

"Did the woman refuse to follow you?" Duan Suili asked back.

"You did refuse in front of me, and you made it very clear! But, hiss..." Duan Yanzhi rubbed his hair irritably, "I forgot to tell you that the child is Han Suijing's flesh and blood."

Before Duan Yanzhi could finish his words, a gentle and deep voice said, "I have noticed that the child's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Sui Jing, but it was our first time meeting, so it was inconvenient to ask more about the child's mother."

Duan Suili finally revealed a mocking smile, "Your love has been steadfast for thousands of years, and now it is finally aroused, but it turns out to be such a tough nut to crack."

"By the way, how was the business you discussed with her last time you went there?"

"Since you mentioned this, I have to tell you solemnly that, based on my years of experience as a businessman, she has already developed a business vision. The last time we met, she told me that she wanted to make sanitary napkins in China. I have already contacted the Japanese side and are currently discussing where to locate the factory."

"What is a sanitary napkin?"

"It's for women to use during menstruation, and it replaces the toilet paper we use today." Duan Suili glanced at his nephew unhappily and pointed at him, "You rough old man, haven't you heard of this?"

Duan Yanzhi's face flushed, and he rarely admitted in front of his family, "Are you really so optimistic about the project she mentioned?"

His uncle's analysis was extremely provocative: "She has already developed business capabilities. Once the time is right, the future of Yixi will be written by her."

"Even your uncle is afraid of her? Aren't you overestimating her?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but if she takes action, it will definitely rewrite the business landscape of Yixi."

The Duan family's business in Yixi is an old one, and it's clear that they can't keep up with the times. So when Wang Ziru told him that he could consider making sanitary napkins, he was like a bottle neck was broken, and he immediately had a new business direction.

Duan Yanzhi frowned deeply. Based on his understanding of his uncle, the old man would never lie. Even with his sharp eyes, he could see Wang Ziru's business ability. In the future, her achievements would far surpass any other leader of the Duan family.

He was born in the same year as his uncle and grew up together. The two uncle and nephew, who are of different generations, both stick to their own original intentions: to be an honest person, to do things with a clear conscience, and to devote all their efforts to the things they love.

This was his source of pride in the military, and it was also the capital for his uncle to dominate the West.

The conversation between the uncle and nephew unknowingly turned from the relationship between men and women to the future business of the Duan family.

"I also remembered one thing. Recently, the Kunqu Art Troupe plans to go to the Ninth Division for a cultural performance. The troops also need to have one or two performances. I will hand this matter over to my young wife. Anyway, she is divorced and has the most free time. She doesn't have to serve a man!"

Duan Suili: "Does she have potential in literature and art?"

"I don't know, but she might want to get a piano!"

"Piano? She can play the piano?!" Duan Suili's handsome face, which was originally calm, was now filled with surprise. He paused holding the teacup and looked back at his nephew. "The National Defense Art Troupe has a piano. She specifically asked for it, so we sent it to her. Isn't this a good opportunity for you to show off your skills?"

Duan Suili pondered for a moment. He had heard from Han Suijing before that his fiancée often stayed at his house when she was a girl. So, with the atmosphere of the Han family as an educated family, Wang Ziru was influenced by literature and art in this environment.

This also makes sense if you have learned piano.

Suddenly, Duan Yan slapped his thigh and said, "Are you saying that the Kunqu Art Troupe really has that thing?"

"Who told you that there wasn't one? Every art troupe is equipped with a piano and an organ." Duan Suili hesitated to speak.

During the Ming Dynasty, the guqin was introduced to China.

After hundreds of years of development, we cannot say that pianos can be found in other parts of the country, but as an important cultural and artistic center in the country, art troupes must be equipped with various types of musical instruments.

Duan Yanzhi had long forgotten when and what month it was that his uncle went to watch a performance by the Kunqu Art Troupe.

He suddenly smiled, his chest surging, he threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray on the coffee table, grabbed the phone, and called Kun District.

After finishing the call, Duan Yan stood up from the sofa and said, "I won't stay in Dali any longer. I will go back to Kunqu."

Duan Suili also stood up, and his voice had nothing to do with gentleness.

"Have lunch before setting off! Your mother hasn't seen you back to Dali for a long time. She tortures us two in various ways every month by arranging various blind date activities. Now that you are back, tell her that you will report your marriage to Shangjing soon, so that she won't have to do such boring things in the future."