Chapter 70 Nangong Ying's Anger
The car stopped at the gate of the old house. Jiang Ru looked at the gate, which seemed to appear in a dream. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "What was my name before?"
Tang Shiyin looked at her, thinking that she remembered something. You used to be called "Mingzhu, Fu Mingzhu".
"Mingzhu, Fu Mingzhu," Jiang Ru's face was filled with tears. She actually called herself Mingzhu. Does it mean the apple of the eye?
Jiang Ru walked into Fu's house and found every part of the house familiar. She walked into the hall and saw an old lady with silver hair and elegant clothes. Her face was full of marks of time, but she still showed the beauty and wisdom of her youth.
When Jiang Ru saw her, she suddenly felt aggrieved, her nose started to ache, and she wanted to throw herself into her arms and cry.
Old Madam Fu felt so distressed when she saw the haggard person in front of her. It was her pearl. Yes, she recognized her at the first sight. This was her pearl.
When Fu Zheng returned home, this was the scene he saw.
Grandma and a woman hugged each other and cried loudly. Fu Mingyuan was crying, and Tang Shiyin and Fu Xiaosi were also wiping their tears.
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"How is the child now?" Madam Fu asked anxiously.
"I'm preparing for the surgery these two days," Jiang Ru answered truthfully.
"Shiyin, go and arrange to find the best doctor."
"Don't worry, Mom, I've already made arrangements." After Tang Shiyin completed the paternity test, she went to the hospital to learn about the child's condition, and then contacted a famous expert.
Jiang Ru suddenly realized: "Did you arrange the expert who came these two days?"
Tang Shiyin nodded, very satisfied with her sudden words. After Jiang Ru finished speaking, the old lady and Fu Mingyuan looked at her with eyes full of appreciation.
Fu Zheng couldn't help but frown, feeling something was wrong.
"Mingzhu, please move here after your child has finished the surgery and live with your mother, okay?" The old lady looked up at her, a cautious, tentative look on her face.
"Okay, Wuyou will definitely like it here." Jiang Ru couldn't refuse her mother's suggestion, nor did she want to refuse.
"Where is the child's father?" Jiang Mingyuan asked.
Jiang Ru's eyes were filled with resentment after hearing this, and she said coldly: "He died a long time ago."
Old Madam Fu could sense her daughter's emotions. As a woman herself, she probably knew that her daughter was not happy.
The old lady looked at everyone in the family and said, "There will be no more Jiang Ru and Jiang Wuyou in the future. There will only be Fu Mingzhu and Fu Wuyou in the Fu family."
After hearing this, Jiang Ru's eyes were filled with tears and she bit her lips lightly. From now on, she could truly be free of worries.
*
Xu Yueyao lay on the bed and sighed countless times. She missed Zhan Rongxuan and missed him more and more. She roughly knew what he was going to do, but she was not very clear.
She had a bad habit when reading books. When she came across the parts that she was not interested in, such as fighting and killing, and conspiracy theories in the business world, she would just glance over them. So when it came to Zhan Rongxuan's career, she only knew the general idea and did not remember the details.
Xu Yueyao closed her eyes, her thoughts surging like a tide, and every moment was filled with his shadow. What should I do? I seem to have fallen in love with him.
At night, in an abandoned old house in the ancient city, a man in black was walking inside. His steps were as light as flying and his speed was as fast as a phantom, making it impossible to see his whereabouts clearly.
Not far away, Zhan Rongxuan, who was also wearing a black windbreaker, looked calmly at the distance with his dark eyes. He had a ruffian vibe, and the outline of his profile was clear and sharp. There was a slight heaviness between his brows, and the black windbreaker on his body was blown out of shape by the wind.
Suddenly a voice came from the headset, "Found it, Mr. Zhan."
The emotions in Zhan Rongxuan's eyes surged at this moment, and the veins on the back of his bony hands bulged slightly.
"Make marks and return along the same route."
*
Nangong Yan was standing at the door. He was wearing a dragon-patterned silk gown and cloth shoes. He looked much more casual than in a suit.
He looked around, a little disappointed, "Is Xu Yueyao not here?"
Zhan Rongxuan smiled and shook his head, "It's my first time in the ancient city, I'm not very familiar with it, it's not convenient to take her with me."
"Just come a few more times, and I'll definitely bring her here to play next time."
Zhan Rongxuan nodded, turned around and looked at Zhan Feng, who stepped forward and handed over the gift in his hand.
"I may bother you these two days." Zhan Rongxuan looked at him and said.
"No need to disturb you, you can stay as long as you want. This time I'll let you taste the wine we brew ourselves, it's not any worse than the one you have back home," Nangong Yan said as he put his arm around Zhan Rongxuan's shoulders and walked into the house.
Zhan Feng followed behind, casually glancing at the layout of the house and memorizing it silently in his mind.
Nangong Yan and Zhan Rongxuan took their seats, and someone came forward to serve them tea. Nangong Yan said to the people behind him: "Go and ask the young lady to come out to meet the guests." The man took the order and went down.
After a while, a young girl in a distinctive white long skirt came over. She was extremely beautiful, with a palm-sized face, soft features, and clear, moist eyes. She was wearing a dazzling white dress that glowed with silver light, like an otherworldly fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.
She was followed by a woman of about her age, dressed in red, with a whip wrapped around her waist. He should know Kung Fu.
"Brother, call me." She parted her cherry lips and called out in a soft and sweet voice. The voice is sweet and soft, with a long tail tone.
Nangong Yan subconsciously glanced at Zhan Rongxuan and saw that there was no fluctuation on his face.
"This is Nangong Ying, my biological sister."
"Ying'er, this is Zhan Rongxuan, the head of the Zhan family in the imperial capital."
"Mr. Zhan, I still have some official business to take care of, why don't you let Ying'er accompany you for a walk. We'll host a banquet tonight to welcome you." Nangong Yan said to Zhan Rongxuan with a smile.
"Okay, work is more important. Mr. Yan, you go and get busy. I'll trouble Miss Nangong." Zhan Rongxuan stood up and said politely.
After Nangong Yan left, Nangong Ying sat down and looked at him carefully. Her eyes moved around, as if she was happy or shy, her lips were half-pursed, and she was extremely charming. That unbridled look on her did not make people feel disgusted or offended, but instead made them look charming and lovely.
Zhan Rongxuan lowered his head to sip his tea. Nangong Ying asked in a half-annoyed and half-coquettish tone, "Mr. Zhan, is this your first time in the ancient city?"
"Yes",
"What do you think of the ancient city?"
"very good".
"How long does Mr. Zhan plan to stay in the ancient city?"
"Two days"
"But didn't Young Master Zhan leave the imperial capital a long time ago? Why did he come here only today? Where did Young Master Zhan go for the past two days?"
Nangong Ying smiled sweetly, her eyes were bright and clear, and when she smiled her eyes curved into crescents, as if she was just asking out of curiosity and ignorance of the world.
Zhan Rongxuan remained calm and said, "I passed by Lingshou Mountain on the way and went to see the old lady, which delayed me a little."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Young Master Zhan must be tired. I'll have someone arrange for you to rest."
"Excuse me, Miss Nangong."
In the room, Zhan Feng couldn't help but step forward, "Master Zhan...
Zhan Rongxuan raised his hand to interrupt him and whispered, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get back." His expression was cold, with a hint of anger surging in the depths of his black eyes.
It seems that the Nangong family has also reached out to him.
Nangong Ying returned to the room, swept the teacup off the table, feeling annoyed.
"Miss". Hongyu didn't know how to comfort her.
Thinking of Zhan Rongxuan's face that was like an ice sculpture, without any emotion, and that coldness that kept people at a distance. She was angry for a moment and spoke hastily, exposing his whereabouts. However, she did not see any change in his mood. It seemed that she still underestimated him.
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