Chapter 38 Do you want to raise him?
The specific circumstances of the Sheng family's bankruptcy were quickly compiled into a detailed report.
It was placed in Mr. Ming’s study.
Uncle Zhou sent people to keep an eye on the Sheng family 24 hours a day indefinitely.
Especially Sheng Yuan.
All his habits will be recorded one by one for comparison.
Since the young lady can come back, is it possible that Sheng Yuan can also come back?
But even if Sheng Yuan really came back, he would no longer be able to change anything.
But Mr. Ming has always been very careful in what he does and will not leave any hidden dangers.
Even faster than Mingzhu arrived home was the news that the drunk driver's family had gone bankrupt.
The driver also died on the way to the hospital.
Maybe he should be glad that his death was the end of it all.
If he really fell into the hands of the Ming family alive.
It would only be a life worse than death.
After Mr. Ming received the news that Mingzhu almost had a car accident.
Even if the pearl is unharmed.
Mr. Ming was still furious, "Send someone to deal with it immediately."
Uncle Zhou placed the document on the table in front of Mr. Ming: "Master, there's no need for us to deal with it."
"Oh?" Old Master Ming raised his eyebrows.
I don’t know what Uncle Zhou meant by this.
Uncle Zhou said as he made tea, "The eldest young master of the Lin family has already taken care of everything."
Old Master Ming flipped through the information, his eyes flashing with admiration: "Huai Yan, this kid, has become more and more resolute and decisive in recent years. He has the style of his grandfather back then."
"That's right," Uncle Zhou said with a smile, "I heard that he is now managing most of the Lin family's assets, and his methods are even more ruthless than his father's."
The old man put down the documents and suddenly sighed: "If Zhuzhu hadn't had that kind of interest in him... this kid would be a person worthy of trust."
Uncle Zhou poured the old man a cup of tea and said, "Young Master Lin's feelings for the young lady have been obvious to anyone with a discerning eye over the years."
"Forget it," Mr. Ming waved his hand, his expression softening again.
Flowers fall and water flows, King Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no intention.
Mr. Ming stood up and walked out.
"The most important thing is Zhuzhu's happiness. Go prepare some soothing soup to calm her down later."
He is older and sees things more clearly.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings.
Jiang Zhi was casually placed in the back seat and fastened his seat belt.
The road was smooth when we came, but a bit bumpy when we went back.
As the car bumps along.
Jiang Zhi's head kept shaking from side to side.
Mingzhu tilted her head.
You can see that Lin Huaiyan looks normal and serious.
When we arrived at the manor, Jiang Zhi still showed no signs of waking up.
Mingzhu got out of the car and waved to the security guard who was patrolling not far away.
"Please help me carry him inside."
"Okay, miss." The other person trotted over and carefully carried Jiang Zhi out of the car.
After the security guard held Jiang Zhi firmly.
Mingzhu looked at Lin Huaiyan and asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"Next time, say hello to Grandpa Ming for me." Lin Huaiyan shook his head. He still had some things to deal with.
"I'll pay you a formal visit another day."
His eyes swept over Jiang Zhi in An Bao's arms, his eyes darkened slightly.
Mingzhu didn't try to persuade him to stay, but raised her hand and waved gently: "Goodbye then."
"Goodbye." Lin Huaiyan responded in a low voice.
He took one last look at Mingzhu's back, turned around, got into the car and left.
Enter the main building.
Mingzhu turned to the servant beside her and ordered, "Put him in the guest room and ask a doctor to come and see him."
"Yes, miss."
The maid nodded in agreement and gestured for the security guard to follow her in the direction of the guest room.
Mingzhu walked through the corridor and came to the living room.
Sure enough, I saw Mr. Ming still sitting on the sofa.
The evening news was broadcasting on TV.
Mr. Ming looked solemn.
He occasionally moved the Buddhist beads in his hand.
"grandfather."
Mingzhu shouted and quickly walked forward to sit next to Old Man Ming.
After Mr. Ming heard Mingzhu's voice.
The solemn expression suddenly disappeared and a smile appeared.
"Zhuzhu is back? Let grandpa take a look. Is she okay?"
"I'm fine."
Mingzhu shook her head, spread her hands and waved them in the air to confirm with Old Man Ming that she was fine.
"Are you scared?"
Old Master Ming looked at Mingzhu and asked again with concern.
"Really not." Mingzhu blinked.
She saw nothing at the time.
Lin Huaiyan had already blocked her completely.
Only then did Mr. Ming feel relieved and heaved a sigh of relief: "Has Huaiyan returned?"
"Yes," Mingzhu nodded obediently, "He asked me to give his regards to you and said he would come to visit you formally another day."
"Then I must thank him properly someday."
Not to mention anything else, if something were to happen, the first thing to do would be to protect Mingzhu.
That's already worthy of his gratitude.
After saying this, Mr. Ming reminded him, "Next time you go out, let the family driver pick you up. That way I can feel more at ease."
The Ming family's drivers are all strictly screened.
His driving skills are no worse than those of professional racing drivers.
Mingzhu would definitely not refuse such a small request: "I know, I'll listen to Grandpa."
Uncle Zhou came in shortly after with a tray: "Miss, this is the soothing soup that the kitchen just made."
As he spoke, he gently placed the calming soup and a plate of candied fruit in front of Mingzhu.
Mingzhu wrinkled her nose. She didn't like drinking this at all.
But this is the intention of Mr. Ming and Uncle Zhou.
She still picked it up and took a sip.
A bitter taste immediately appeared on the tip of the tongue.
Not particularly hard to drink.
Mingzhu stuffed another candied fruit into her mouth.
After Mingzhu finished drinking, Mr. Ming asked, "Why did Zhuzhu bring a guest back today?"
"Grandpa, do you remember the boy who hit my car last time?"
Mingzhu wiped the soup stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes sparkling.
"I met him again in Yunque today."
Old Master Ming nodded slightly and put the Buddhist beads in his hand aside.
He leaned forward slightly, pretending to listen attentively.
Mingzhu always likes to share everything with him in detail.
Mr. Ming really enjoys this kind of time.
He adjusted his sitting position.
He pushed the teacup aside, indicating to Uncle Zhou that he didn't need to add more tea yet.
"I almost had a car accident on the way back," Mingzhu continued, "and then I found him on the side of the road."
Mr. Ming still didn't interrupt, but his eyes became softer.
I haven’t gotten to the point yet.
“He’s really good-looking!”
Mingzhu rarely gets so excited.
"His eyes are black and shiny, like a beautiful little wolf cub."
Mr. Ming smiled softly.
Of course he still remembered the boy named Jiang Zhi.
The photos in the information at that time were indeed stunning.
Mr. Ming understood what she meant and gently pinched Mingzhu's face: "Does our Zhuzhu want to support him?"
Mingzhu nodded vigorously, as expected, her grandfather understood her the best.
The old man patted the back of her hand lovingly.
Of course I don't mean to refuse.
As long as Mingzhu wants something, she will never get it.
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