Chapter 157 Future brother-in-law? Who recognized him, Ji Linshen himself?
Lu Shiman's heart skipped a beat. When she met Lu Jianheng's serious eyes, she immediately lowered her eyes and looked away.
The red light flashes and the green light comes on.
The roar of the sports car drowned out Lu Shiman's complicated emotions.
The two of them didn't speak again along the way.
As night fell, the sports car stopped in front of a gilded club.
Lu Shiman opened the car door and got out, looking at the exterior of the club.
"Let's go. We're all acquaintances here today. Don't be shy. We all held you in our arms when we were little." Lu Jianheng took the scarf she left in the car and walked over to her.
Then he roughly wrapped the scarf around Lu Shiman's neck, like wrapping a pig.
"Young Master Lu, Young Master Xie and the others are in the private room on the third floor." The waiter bowed and opened the door.
Lu Shiman followed behind Lu Jianheng, looking around without saying a word.
When I pushed open the door of the private room, I saw that the huge round table was already surrounded by people.
Xie Yi's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Shiman. He immediately stood up and opened the seat next to him: "Come on, sister, sit next to Fifth Brother. Fifth Brother will peel shrimp for you."
"Xie Yi, when did you change your last name to Lu?"
"Hey, then can you please call me Young Master Lu when you see me next time?"
Lu Jianheng sat down next to Lu Shiman and snorted, "Humph, our Lu family doesn't accept idiots."
Xie Yi: "Fuck, Lu Jianheng, you fucking..."
Lu Jianheng's eyes glared, and he tapped the table with his fingers: "My sister is here, swallow your dirty words."
Lu Shiman smiled and said, "Third brother, it's okay. I'll just let it go in one ear and out the other."
"That won't work either. Your head is empty, so it's easy for bad things to enter it." After Lu Jianheng finished speaking, he waved his hand and told the waiter in a deep voice to serve Lu Shiman a non-alcoholic drink.
Lu Shiman rolled her eyes quietly, lowered her head and sent a message to Ji Linshen on her phone.
.........
Jing City, the old house of the Ji family.
Ji Zhongmou sat slumped in the rosewood armchair with his legs crossed, his wild eyes sweeping across Ji Linshen who was standing in front of the hall.
"Ji Linshen, this isn't Florence. You can't play with guns."
Ji Linshen stared at Ji Zhongmou with a cold gaze: "Uncle, have you forgotten how your brother fell into my hands?"
"Oh, you're threatening me. I'm so scared." Ji Zhongmou was fearless.
If Ji Linshen attacks herself, the old lady will also take action for the Ji family.
Although she has not been in power for many years, the old lady still has some things in her hands that can restrain Ji Linshen.
"I heard that you have a fiancée. Why don't you bring her back to meet us elders one day and let them take a look at you?" Ji Zhongmou smiled maliciously.
"When your mother came to the Ji family, she was 'appraised' by each of us."
"Tsk tsk... What a pity that my eldest brother got there first. Otherwise, you would be my son."
"Oh, what a pity~"
Ji Linshen raised his hand, and Chu Qi came in with bodyguards.
"Please clear the garbage out." Ji Linshen's voice was flat, as if he didn't hear what he said at all.
"Why, uncle can't even go home?"
Ji Linshen ignored him and glanced at the familiar scene: "Chu Qi."
"Master."
“It’s all smashed.”
After Ji Linshen finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the old house.
In the corner of the yard, a mottled doghouse revealed its sharp white fangs among the entangled dead vines, and a tattered dog collar hung at the end of a rusty iron chain.
Ji Zhongmou was dragged across the threshold with his arms tied behind his back. Seeing Ji Lin, he laughed out loud: "Nephew, are you familiar with it? It took my uncle a lot of effort to find it."
"Go up and smell it, it should still smell like you, right?"
Ji Linshen withdrew his gaze lightly: "Uncle likes it, so I'll give it to you."
Chu Qi rubbed his thumb across the nameplate on the inside of the collar. The inscription of "Ji Zhai Zhong Hou" was so deep that the copper was visible. He fastened the buckle amid Ji Zhongmou's hysterical curses, and the rusty copper nails pierced his well-maintained neck.
"Ji Linshen, one day, we will trample you under our feet again and make you beg for mercy like a dog."
Ji Linshen's footsteps suddenly stopped on the marble floor, and the friction between his leather shoes and the ground made a slight sound.
His Adam's apple rolled twice in the shadows, but he didn't speak in the end. The hem of his black coat drew a cold and hard arc as he turned around.
The car windows reflected the neon lights moving in the night, casting mottled light and shadows on his well-defined profile.
He loosened his tie, leaned his neck against the headrest, let out a suppressed sigh from his throat, and pinched the bridge of his nose hard with his slender fingers.
The ambient lighting on the roof casts a pale blue shadow on the closed eyelids, and the eyelashes filter out fine shadows on the cheekbones.
Things were much more difficult than he had imagined. The old lady used her connections to protect Ji Zhongmou and his third uncle Ji Liangxing.
It's not that he doesn't want to get rid of the problem completely. Back then, that was the best he could do.
The phone was in the inside pocket of his suit, vibrating slightly against his chest.
He opened his eyes again, suppressed the emotions surging in his eyes, took out his phone and clicked on the message.
Lu Shiman: [Jiaojiao washed Huo Beiyan's hands and made soup today.]
Lu Shiman: [Huo Beiyan wants to show off to you, you must not be envious.]
Lu Shiman: [What other kids have, Ji Linshen has too.]
Lu Shiman: [When you come back, I will not only wash your hands and make soup for you, but I can also give you a bath. Hehe~]
Ji Linshen stroked the screen with his fingers and suddenly smiled.
Slender fingers flew across the screen.
Ji Linshen: [What is taking a bath and doing Xixi? ]
Lu Shiman: [Love!]
Ji Linshen rubbed the edge of the phone with his fingertips, and the metal edges dug into his palm.
The smile climbed up from the corners of his eyes to his brows, which was indeed the kind of nonsense Lu Shiman would say.
Those words seemed to be wrapped in peach-scented silk threads, tightly wrapped around his heart immersed in the cold pond.
I put away my phone and looked at the old house in the night through the rearview mirror. It looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.
Chu Qi's action of bending down and getting into the passenger seat brought in a wisp of night dew.
"I'll arrange for people to demolish the old house tomorrow." Ji Linshen withdrew his gaze, his knuckles tapping unconsciously on the car window.
.......
Howard Johnson Group President's Office.
The night streamed into the room through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Yannan loosened his dark grey tie and pushed the last document to the corner of the table with his bony fingers.
"Boss Lu, Boss Ji's secretary wants to see you."
The secretary's voice made Lu Yannan's hand, which was about to take down the hanger, stop in mid-air.
The coat fell back onto the hanger, swaying slightly. He turned around and said, "Bring it in."
"Mr. Lu, this is the wine that Mr. Ji prepared for Miss Lu as compensation. The delivery truck is waiting in front of your villa. Please take a look at the wine list." The secretary handed over the long wine list with both hands.
A flash of doubt flashed across Lu Yannan's eyes. He took the wine list and glanced at it briefly.
His pupils contracted slightly as his gaze moved downwards. There were bottles of Mouton Rothschild from 1945, Romanee-Conti from 1978, and even two rare bottles from the Burgundy Museum's cellar.
These wine names are strung together on the beige paper to form a breathtaking galaxy, and every drop is an amber light worthy of fetching a sky-high price.
"President Ji specifically instructed that these are in addition to the compensation for Miss Lu." The secretary took a half step forward with a respectful attitude.
"These are more as...a token of my gratitude to my future brother-in-law." The last five words were deliberately spoken slowly, stirring up subtle ripples in the silent office.
Future brother-in-law?
Who recognized it, Ji Linshen himself?
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