Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, his face cold: "Last time you tried to break me up with Ning Yuan, but now you're acting like you're speaking up for her. Don't you think that's contradictory? And why bring Ye Dong into my relationship with Ning Yuan?"
Looking at Rong Zhaonan's expression, Rong Wenwu felt a headache coming on again: "You brat, you really don't know any better..."
He glanced at Secretary Qiu: "Xiao Qiu, get me a copy of 'The Battle of Stalingrad'."
Secretary Qiu was a little worried, but seeing her old boss's long face, she sighed and went to the small library where Ning Yuan had stayed last time.
Rong Zhaonan looked at Rong Wenwu and said expressionlessly, "What exactly do you want to say? With your abilities, you must know that Ning Yuan has nothing to do with this matter. Stop trying to find fault with her."
Rong Wenwu was afraid that seeing his pathetic state would make him lose his temper again, so he simply kept a stern face, turned around, and looked out the window with his hands behind his back.
“I do think that girl’s background is unclear and she’s not suitable to be your wife, but since you’re so determined to choose her, you shouldn’t have given Ye Yuan and Ye Dong unrealistic hopes, which led to Dong Dong getting injured!”
"What hope did I give Dongdong?" Rong Zhaonan frowned and said coldly.
Last time, the old man kept asking him what he thought of Ye Dong.
It's as if he's having an affair with Dongdong, it's so inexplicable!
Rong Wenwu turned around angrily and stared at him: "Don't tell me you didn't know that when you protected Ye Qiu so much, everyone thought there was something going on between you and Ye Qiu!"
"Even Elder Ye considered getting engaged to Ye Qiu after you were promoted in the army. If Ye Qiu hadn't passed away, this marriage would have been..."
"This marriage is just a pipe dream. Ye Qiu and I are just like siblings. Otherwise, I wouldn't have followed your arrangement to get engaged to Qin Hongxing!"
Rong Zhaonan coldly interrupted him.
He said coldly, "If you're going to talk about what happened back then, I have nothing to say!"
Seeing that he was unwilling to talk about the past, Rong Wenwu suddenly remembered the scene when he and that person parted ways.
His gaze darkened, and unusually, he didn't get angry. He just pursed his resolute lips and said, "I know that you've been deliberately spreading rumors about your divorce from your wife in the countryside in the capital these past two years to protect her."
He paused for a moment, then said, "But what outsiders don't know is that your Uncle Ye once mentioned to me that since you're divorced, if you go back to work in Beijing, you could consider Dongdong!"
Rong Zhaonan was taken aback, then frowned deeply: "How could Uncle Ye say such a thing?"
Uncle Ye's speculation about his relationship with Ye Qiu is understandable, but as for Ye Dong's marriage to him, Ye Dong is just a child!
Rong Zhaonan asked coldly, "Don't say that Ye Dong is just a child. There's a generation gap between us. Even if I were a 'divorced' person, what family would arrange a marriage for a 'divorced' person if I were the only daughter?"
Rong Wenwu looked at him expressionlessly and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think? What makes Uncle Ye think that way?"
Rong Zhaonan and Rong Wenwu stared at each other for a long while.
His originally calm expression slowly turned cold, even becoming complicated and gloomy: "Is Ye Yuan or Ye Dongqi's idea?"
The old man may be annoying, but he won't lie.
The Ye family has always been democratic and never interferes with the choices of the younger generation!
If it weren't for a younger generation bringing it up first, Uncle Ye, as a senior engineer at their special base, would never have bothered to bring up such an absurd plan to the old man!
Rong Wenwu sat behind his desk, tapped the surface, and said coldly, "You don't need to find fault with others. Think about whether you did anything wrong or conveyed the wrong message to anyone."
Rong Zhaonan frowned and said coldly, "Whenever you get into trouble, regardless of right or wrong, you always blame me. I've never said anything so absurd..."
But the next moment, he suddenly remembered what Ning Yuan had said, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.
"I'm not too happy with your wife's unclear family background, but your self-proclaimed sense of responsibility and emotional attachment, coupled with your indecisive and ultimately messy approach, will only affect everyone, even your future!"
Rong Wenwu, unusually, did not lose his temper. He spoke in a cold voice, which could even be described as earnest and earnest.
Rong Zhaonan didn't retort with the barbed words he used before.
He stood there expressionless for a while, then suddenly asked, "So, how did you manage to break up with my mother so decisively so soon after she gave birth to me? Was it because you were more rational than emotional?"
Rong Wenwu froze. He stared at Rong Zhaonan for a long while, veins flashing on his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've said what I needed to say. You can leave now."
After saying that, he suddenly stood up, turned his back, and stopped talking to Rong Zhaonan.
Rong Zhaonan watched his retreating figure and said calmly, "After I returned to China when I was thirteen, you said that from the moment I stepped into this house, I was not allowed to mention my mother, and that I had to forget everything from the past and kill my former self. I did it, but you were never satisfied with me. Rong Wenwu, the one who has never let go of the past is actually you."
After saying that, he turned and left the study decisively.
Rong Wenwu looked out the window as Rong Zhaonan's tall and straight figure walked away. He suddenly closed his old, red eyes.
He seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He leaned against the wall, his body hunched over, and the veins on the back of his hand, which was pressing against the window, trembled slightly.
"Old leader, are you alright?" Secretary Qiu, seeing his condition, immediately sent someone to fetch a doctor from the medical team.
Rong Wenwu shook his head wearily: "I'm fine, it's just... it's the first time I haven't argued with that kid, but I'm still very tired, very tired."
Secretary Qiu felt a mix of emotions. His old boss and Zhao Nan had always had an extremely bad relationship. Neither of them would submit to the other, and they were practically enemies.
This is already an improvement. Regardless of how tiring this conversation was, things will get better in the future, right?
They both clearly care about each other...
"Could you contact that kid's wife for me? Tell her I want to meet her alone," Rong Wenwu suddenly said.
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