I will still be a god in this life

Chapter 31 That little flower appears again

Yao Jing'an involuntarily grabbed a thin blanket next to him and wrapped it around his fist. He was just about to rush out and let his aunt suffer the pain of losing her son. When her footsteps moved, she quietly hid aside and listened.

Before today, she would not have hesitated at all. Now her fist had landed on Yuan Dezhang's face, which she thought was handsome, and blood was blooming brightly.

But after meeting his brother, he always felt that his mood was a little different... Yao Jing'an couldn't explain exactly what the difference was. It was probably related to the story of the cat demon.

What made her even more confused was that when Yuan Dezhang talked nonsense, he would have been scolded by his aunt. Why was his aunt still silent after he talked for so long?
Auntie isn't in the restaurant?
Yao Jing'an tilted his head and peeked over, only to see his aunt sitting there.

She was wearing a purple button-down cheongsam, and the fabric on the chest was dotted with white petal patterns cut out of lace. The fine workmanship and proper cutting made the originally slightly dusty lace look elegant.

There was a thoughtful look on the aunt's face, her arms as white and tender as lotus roots were placed on the table, and she was tapping with her fingertips as soft as small glutinous rice dumplings. She seemed to be listening to her cousin attentively.

In Yao Jing'an's eyes, her aunt was a beauty with outstanding temperament and figure. What is heartbreaking is that after her uncle passed away, her appearance was disfigured in Chonggang, leaving a scar two fingers wide on her cheek. Extend from the corners of the mouth to the sides of the ears.

It is said that this scar was caused by someone using some evil magic from Southeast Asia. Therefore, even the most advanced modern medical technology and plastic surgery methods can only make the scar fade, but cannot completely eradicate it. My aunt usually wears a veil when going out. .

"Dezhang, your statement is really unbelievable..." Zhou Beixin's hair is slightly gray, but he is energetic and has a well-managed figure.

He does not have the fat figure that is common among middle-aged people. He wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks elegant and gentle.

After standing in front of the window and looking at the lights of the Wanjia family for a while, Zhou Beixinmu slowly turned around, with half of his face shrouded in shadow. He chuckled and shook his head, "They are brothers and sisters after all, and they are all listed in the same household register. How is it possible to get married? In order to get married, the family must be demolished first?"

Yao Qiyi stood next to her husband. She was wearing the same purple button-down cheongsam as her sister Yao Huaiqing. What made Yao Qiyi a little regretful was that for some reason, her sister looked more elegant and decent in it.

The dignified, elegant, leisurely and honorable smell of a rich lady makes Yao Qiyi envious...if you don't care about her face.

Yao Qiyi felt that it was because she had too many things to worry about. Even though she had signed up for British etiquette courses over the years, she was usually very satisfied with her improvement in temperament, but when she was with her sister who was wearing a veil, she always felt a little overshadowed.

Regarding Yuan Dezhang's words, Zhou Beixin's answer was a little perfunctory. Yao Qiyi did not express his opinion on his nephew's suggestion. He just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, still smiling, and casually directed the servant to go to the kitchen to take a look.

The Internet celebrity chef I specially invited today is a team that specializes in making high-quality banquets. Yao Qiyi ranked first in the chef's live broadcast room and jumped in the queue to make a reservation.

"What's the point? In the past few years, when real estate was booming, weren't there more ghosts and monsters involved? In order to rush for housing quota, couples divorced, the husband married his mother-in-law, the wife married her husband's father-in-law, what else? That's no better than our battalion commander's marriage to Fuxi , Exaggerated ten times and a hundred times." Yuan Dezhang said disapprovingly, hiding his anger at his uncle's hypocrisy in the corners of his slightly closed eyes.

When Yuan Dezhang returned to the mainland as a child, he was unfamiliar with the place and could not speak Mandarin well. What’s more, the locals in Junsha liked to speak dialect, which was no different from a language barrier. He always lost in fights with classmates in school and was even beaten. 100 times, various discomforts.

Only Zhou Fuxi was willing to take him around the streets and alleys of Junsha and play everywhere. Later, he found out that this little cousin had no blood relationship with him and was adopted by his aunt and uncle.

But in Yuan Dezhang's opinion, what does this have to do with him?In addition to being relatives, the two are first and foremost friends who grew up together.

Everyone has relatives. Wasn’t the person who disfigured my mother also a relative?Friends worthy of attention are not born with them.Now some of the actions of the uncle and aunt make people feel that they are completely determined to separate Zhou Fuxi from the family. It is impossible for Yuan Dezhang not to stand up and speak out. Either he should not adopt her in the first place, and if he adopts her, he should treat her as his own.

"Stop talking, let's eat first. Since we didn't call Fuxi over today, let's go have a casual meal with Fuxi tomorrow." Yao Huaiqing didn't express any opinions. He took off his veil calmly and pointed to the opposite side. He motioned Yuan Dezhang to sit over there.

In the past few months, she had taken Yuan Dezhang around Chonggang for the sake of business between the two families. Fortunately, her original connections had been well maintained over the years, and some obstacles were successfully resolved. Zhou Beixin arranged this family dinner for mother and son. Jie Feng was also a celebration, but what Yao Huaiqing didn't expect was that Zhou Beixin didn't call him Zhou Fuxi.

Yao Huaiqing has always been fond of this adopted son in her sister's family. She remembers that when Yao Huaiqing just returned to Junsha, she always wore a veil. Later, she once took off her veil and was seen by this little boy.

Yao Huaiqing asked him with a wry smile if he was frightened by his aunt, but the little boy said nothing. He just hugged Yao Huaiqing's shoulders, kissed her scar, and then said, "Auntie, are you in pain?"

In the eyes of the little boy, Yao Huaiqing only saw a kind of pure care and distress. It was then that she realized that not everyone thought that half of her face was ugly and terrible, and that there were people who cared more about her pain than just her pain. It's the external appearance.

Since then, Yao Huaiqing has become more relaxed. Although she still wears a veil when going out, she no longer worries about whether the veil has fallen off or whether anyone will see her scar.

"Zhou Yu, come over for dinner." Zhou Beixin greeted his youngest son Zhou Yu, his voice gentle and full of doting.

Zhou Yu was watching short videos on his mobile phone, his round body sunk into the sofa, stuffing snacks into his mouth while twisting his big head that seemed to be pressed directly on his shoulders, squirming like a living bead.

He was still singing along with the tune in the short video, singing incomprehensible lyrics, something like "I mike the dinosaur and the wolf pitted the dragon."

Zhou Beixin planned to finish the meal and ask Zhou Yu to go out with Yuan Dezhang to play.

He understands that today's young people are less and less fond of visiting relatives. Even if there is no contact between brothers and sisters, it is not uncommon... To put it bluntly, the blood relationship between cousins ​​is a problem for young people who grew up in many cities. In his eyes, it was almost nothing.

In Yuan Dezhang's eyes, he was obviously closer to Zhou Fuxi, whom he had played with for a long time. Zhou Beixin was really not sure about the attitude of Yuan Dezhang and Yao Huaiqing if Zhou Fuxi really wanted to compete with Zhou Yu for the family property in the future.

Originally this was just a family matter, but who allowed the two businesses to be too tied up?It doesn't mean that if he pushes Zhou Yuqiang to the core position of the company's management, he will be able to take over smoothly.

Seeing the chef serving the food, everyone sat down at the dining table. Yao Jing'an also walked out as if nothing had happened, but her cheeks were flushed, and she was thinking about a strategy on how to let Yuan Dezhang lie dead in the Jiefang West Police Station.

It must be Yuan Dezhang's nonsense that caused the trouble. When Yao Jing'an thinks about her brother, she always feels that he is very different from his brother before... In the past, they were just close brothers and sisters, but now thinking about it, there is something strange that cannot be explained. .

It seems that once upon a time, there was a strong and unruly little white flower on that wild cliff. It remained motionless in the face of violent storms, defying the erosion of the scorching sun and cold and heat. Every day, it just wanted to take root deeper and absorb more nutrients to grow. stand up.

One day, a young man who happened to pass by stopped beside it. The young man just touched it carefully with his fingers out of curiosity, but it trembled slightly, as if it had learned to be delicate and collected all the blooming petals, hiding its thoughts. The stamens of the flower were all wrapped up, and she was shy and didn't want him to see it.
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Seeking for reading, seeking for reading, all kinds of seeking.

Old readers who have watched "My Wife is a Princess" should know that Li Banzhuang is also a little white flower. It doesn't matter if many things look similar. The most important thing is to express the core of warmth.

(End of this chapter)