Feng Xueming looked at the scenery outside through the glass window. Sometimes he felt that his grandfather was very fragmented. He removed all the original designs of the interior, leaving no trace of the original. However, the exterior was kept very intact, down to every brick and tile, without any change, except for the trees that had grown and the flowers and plants that had grown into clumps.
This all originated from his original wife, the eldest daughter of the Chen family who came to Hong Kong City from Shanghai. It is said that she designed this house herself and finally left here and returned to Shanghai.
"Grandpa, I think so too. It's okay to be stupid, but not being able to make sense is really a headache. How about giving her the cold shoulder for a while? At least she will be obedient, what do you think?" Feng Xueming used Shanghainese pronunciation when he said "not being able to make sense".
Upon hearing his grandson's pronunciation, the old man paused. When he first came here, almost all the upper-class Chinese in Hong Kong spoke fluent Shanghainese, but now almost everyone speaks Cantonese, and the old Shanghainese accent is rarely heard.
He likes this grandson, and his favorite thing about him is that he can speak authentic Shanghainese in private.
"Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll leave. You should go to bed early."
The old man nodded and let him go out.
Chapter 13
◎Old Stories of the Chen Family◎
Feng Xueming drove out of Mid-Levels and headed for his apartment.
After opening the door, he walked to the bar, took out the wine glass, uncorked the bottle of foreign liquor, and poured half a glass of wine. He had just taken a few sips at the bar when he was called by Xu Miaoer and his cousin.
The phone inside rang, and he walked in to answer it. He heard a quick and strange complaint from the other end of the phone, and he called out, "Mom."
"Xue Ming, what did your grandpa tell you?"
"Grandma called you?" This is complete nonsense.
"Why don't you just listen to your grandfather and go along with him?" His mother pondered for a moment, "Your grandmother said that your grandfather kept the photo of that woman and her son. That woman left resolutely and swore to heaven that she would never forgive your grandfather. But who knows? She must have suffered a lot in the mainland over the years. Maybe her mind has changed. If your grandfather goes to find her now, after so many years, what if she is willing to forgive your grandfather? Then anything is possible."
My grandfather was not like other owners of the mansions in Mid-Levels who had a main house, a second house, and a third house. But all these years he had only my grandmother as his wife. Everyone said that my grandfather broke up with his original wife for my grandmother and was devoted to her. Even my grandmother was proud of this. However, everyone in the family knew that this was all an illusion.
"Mom, my grandpa is a very calm and rational person. The most he can do is to compensate them. But the entire Tianhe is impossible to give to others. Do you think a child who grew up in an environment like that in the mainland will have a business mind?" Feng Xueming exhaled, "Grandpa had no choice."
"Then you should also give Miao Er a call and comfort her!"
Feng Xueming laughed and said, "I will give her a surprise tomorrow. Don't worry!"
"Go to bed early!"
"OK."
Feng Xueming hung up the phone, looked at the amber wine, thought about what Liao Yazhe had said to him, and when Fan Qi said Xu Miaoer was a Halloween pumpkin, he laughed out loud, took out the phone book, flipped through the number, and saw a piece of paper inside. He flipped it over, found the secretary's number and dialed it.
A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss."
"Go pick out a gift for me worth about 30,000 or 40,000 yuan, and buy a large bouquet of flowers. Send it to Miss Xu in Changxing before 8 o'clock tomorrow."
Feng Xueming hung up the phone and reached out to open the paper again. He didn't think much of the handwriting on it at the time, but now he felt that it was quite interesting, with a sense of elegance and grace. He dialed the number for some unknown reason, but the call was not connected immediately. He wanted to hang up but didn't, and picked up the phone directly: "Hello!"
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