Madam is a dandy, Mr. Shen loves her so much

Master Mo is a close friend of Cen Qingmu, but because he likes to travel around the mountains and rivers, he is not often in Jianghuai.

But as long as one comes to Jianghuai, he must have a cup of tea with Cen Qingmu.

The two of them didn't talk about past personal matters, they just sat and talked, they were typical tea lovers.

Cen Xuan also occasionally heard her father mention the existence of such a person.

Originally, Cen Xuan came here with little hope, but since she heard something different, of course she had to get to the bottom of it.

"What kind of box is it?"

Master Mo shook his head, "I didn't see him. Later I contacted him and he made an appointment with me to meet at Dongshan Wangdong Pavilion in three days."

Cen Xuan looked at him and Master Mo shook his head, "Your father didn't come either. I rushed to the south and went directly to the airport. I didn't know the reason why he didn't keep the appointment until I saw the news."

He said, lowering his head and smiling slightly.

Cen Qingmu died in the studio on the morning they agreed to meet him at Wangdong Pavilion.

The direction of this story is really cliche.

"He didn't tell you what happened during that time."

Master Mo shook his head and gave her more chrysanthemum tea.

They never discuss secular matters between them, and the two have maintained this tacit understanding for a long time.

"This is a gift for you. Please accompany me."

Cen Xuan handed over the gift box he brought.

Master Mo took it and looked at it, "This tea is very rare."

Cen Xuan also nodded. She picked this out of the gifts given to Shen Jiyuan. How could it be something bad?

"I go first."

Master Mo sat where he was and watched the little girl get up and leave.

There was depth in his eyes.

"The world of mortals is full of worries, and you are not a person trapped in this world, but I know that you can't let go of this little girl."

People living in this world will have more or less worries.

What supports a person's survival may be relatives, loved ones, living or dead things, or more likely inconspicuous flowers and plants.

But no matter what it is, people always have concerns.

As long as you have concern, you will have the courage to hold on.

Cen Qingmu was different from him. Even though the two of them had agreed not to talk about worldly affairs, Cen Qingmu couldn't help but mention Cen Xuan every time.

And when he mentioned his daughter, his face was full of pride.

Therefore, he was sure that as long as Cen Xuan was still alive, Cen Qingmu would never commit suicide.

After coming out of the art museum, Cen Xuan looked up at the bright sun.

She squinted her eyes slightly and had the answer in her heart.

It is impossible for her father to commit suicide, the man who said on the phone that he would go over to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her and make mooncakes for her with his own hands.

Impossible to commit suicide.

I was here before I died, box, friend.

She has become more and more certain that there is another reason for her father's death.

It happened to be lunch time. Cen Xuan looked at her phone. It happened to be not far from Shen Jiyuan's company.

With this thought in mind, she dialed the man's phone number.

I promised to play the role of a good wife, and I must care about her husband's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

She can still do this.

"Mr. Shen, guess where I am?"

The man's other end was quiet, and his voice reached Cen Xuan's ears clearly through the mobile phone.

"Want to have lunch with me?"

"There will be no surprises after being exposed." Cen Xuan snorted, but continued, "You are honored to be able to have dinner with your dear wife today."

She had even thought about what she was going to eat next.

"I'm not in the company."

The imagination comes to an abrupt end.

"Goodbye."

The man lowered his eyes and chuckled at the call that was hung up neatly.

It seems that it is necessary to remind this little fox about telephone etiquette.

It was dark all around, and the wall lamps hanging on the walls flickered on and off.

There was only one chair in the middle of the huge room. The man on the chair, whose limbs were bound, was covered in blood and was dying.

Shen Jiyuan handed the phone to Li He who was standing aside, and his eyes fell on the man.

When he caught his gaze, the man immediately dodged, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he began to struggle desperately as if he had experienced something painful.

The next second, the handsome man lowered his eyes, and his cold white slender fingers held the man's blood-stained palm.

"Aren't you willing to say it yet?"

The man's eyes widened and he shook his head. Blood foam fell on his collar when he opened his mouth, looking miserable.

"I don't know...I really don't know..."

The light above his head fell, and the haloed light and shadow danced in his hair, like the most noble god in the world.

But the next second, the screams of the man on the chair filled the whole room.

Turning his eyes, the man's cold, slender fingers were twisting his fingers trapped on the back of the chair.

After he let go, the man's index finger was relaxed in a twisted posture.

"I'm not in a hurry. After all, you have ten fingers and ten toes."

He slowly took the towel and wiped his fingers. He was obviously a handsome young man, but in the eyes of the man on the chair.

He is no different from an evil spirit.

Song Heng, who was standing outside the room and watching, poured himself a glass of wine.

This place does not belong to him, but to Gu Congzhi, where he usually deals with some shady issues.

Shen Jiyuan has never set foot here. It's not that he is aloof and incompetent, but he is disdainful.

Looking at it now, the attack on his wife really touched his bottom line.

"This is the first time I've seen him do it himself. If that person doesn't tell the truth, I'm afraid he will be disabled." Gu Congzhi looked through the glass.

It is impossible to express sympathy.

If you have the courage to attack someone close to your heart, you must have the courage to bear the consequences.

If Shen Jiyuan hadn't reacted quickly enough, her wife would have been ruined.

About twenty minutes later, the iron door opened, and Shen Jiyuan walked out, smelling of blood.

The man behind was covered in blood, but the man's shirt was still as smooth as snow.

"Recruited?"

Gu Congzhi's attitude was almost certain.

Shen Jiyuan has always been the best at guessing people's hearts.

In front of him, no one can have secrets.

"Spit out a name."

Shen Jiyuan sat down opposite the two of them, picked up the cup on the table and drank it in one gulp.

"Cen Qingyue probably doesn't have the guts to touch your wife," Song Heng said.

The death of Cen Qingmu and the robbery of Cen Xuan's fiancé have caused rumors to spread in Jianghuai. If something happens to Cen Xuan now, it can only be Cen Qingyue.

In addition, with that bet in front of him, if Cen Qingyue wants equity, he can legitimately inherit everything as long as he increases Yinyu's turnover.

There was no need for him to make a fuss over himself. "Shen Muchao?"

Song Heng immediately denied it.

"After what happened to your second uncle, they don't dare to mess with you casually. It's probably not very likely."

But the whole Jianghuai is brave enough to attack Cen Xuan and is not afraid of Shen Jiyuan.

If it's not these two families, it can only be desperadoes.

Cen Xuan doesn't seem to offend many people.

Seeing Shen Jiyuan getting up, Song Heng asked.

"What should I do with that person?"

Shen Jiyuan didn't look back, "You can handle it as you see fit."

Song Heng motioned to the people around him to take the person out. The situation could only be cleared up and sent to the police station.

In the past two days, the Jianghuai Police Department was still investigating the attack on Cen Xuan in front of the Jianghuai Jade Association.

Just send the murderer there, which can save a lot of trouble.

"The show is over, I'm leaving first." Song Heng stood up and left.

On the other hand, Gu Congzhi looked at the man who was treating the wound and chuckled.

He has known Shen Jiyuan for so long. Shen Jiyuan has always been more rational than emotional and has never lost control.

This time, he was able to torture his wife himself without any injuries.

If something really happened to his wife, it would be a big deal.

……

After Cen Xuan was rejected by Shen Jiyuan, she chose a restaurant in the city center to eat.

After replying to several messages in a row, the waiter brought the food.

Liz had already finalized the contract with Yinyu, and Cen Xuan took a fork and wrapped it in the soup-filled noodles and brought it to her mouth.

Before she could finish eating, Wen Qian pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

Cen Xuan took a bite of the noodles, and sure enough, they were not delicious.

"Where's your husband?"

Cen Xuan held her fork and rolled her eyes at him, "If you like Shen Jiyuan, I can give you his phone number, so you don't have to follow me every time to find someone."

Wen Qian unceremoniously ordered the waiter to serve him another set of dishes and chopsticks.

Cen Xuan glanced at him, and the person opposite spread his napkin on his lap and spoke.

"Just change the table. We've known each other for so many years. There's no need to do these little tricks."

Cen Xuan stood up and brought the two plates of food close to him in front of him.

"I want to eat it myself."

A clear-cut attitude.

Wen Qian laughed out loud, "Cen Xuan, you don't even want to share your food with me."

"I can't help it. The money to buy these is all given by my husband. He can support me, but he can't support others."

Cen Xuan always knew where to cut with the knife to make it more painful.

It really makes her unhappy, her words can kill people.

Sure enough, Wen Qi'an's eyes turned cold and he casually ordered a few dishes to the waiter.

"I thought what we said last time was clear enough. You and Cen Yao should stay together. Why are you staring at me?"

Wen Qian took a sip from the water glass handed over by the waiter and spoke slowly.

"My engagement with her is cancelled."

Cen Xuan's eating movements didn't pause at all, and she was really indifferent to this matter.

Wen Qian, who originally hoped to see joy on her face, was completely disappointed.

"You were sure that we wouldn't make it to the end, and you weren't even surprised that she and I were separated."

Cen Xuan took a sip of water and looked at him with interest.

"You don't love Cen Yao, so you won't marry her. You don't love me either, so we can't be together. In fact, Wen Qian, strictly speaking, you don't love anyone."

What he loves most is always himself.

"boom……"

The cup in his hand fell heavily on the table. The sound was neither soft nor heavy, but it could show his mood at the moment.

"Three years and 200,000 kilometers of flight. I have never been absent from any important occasion. You said I don't love you."

Looking at his appearance, Cen Xuan couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

"What you like is just the process of conquest. After the engagement, you automatically included me in your belongings. You don't accept why I, who should have bowed to you, never bowed to you."

"You flew to Country J countless times to find me, just to declare your sovereignty. After my grandfather passed away and my father passed away, you found an opportunity to make me bow my head, so you teamed up with Cen Qingyue to ignore me and sent me to a mental hospital. Go to the hospital to satisfy your sick self-esteem. I think you must have stayed up day and night during that time waiting for me to call you crying in tears, right?"

Veins popped out in Wen Qian's hand holding the cup, and the next second the glass shattered in his hand.

Broken glass cut his palm, and the bright red liquid and transparent crystal were stained together, giving it a sense of decadent beauty.

"Wen Qi'an, you don't need to stare at me. You should be able to tell that Cen Yao has liked you since she was a child. Together, you two may make a good story."

"I have been waiting for you."

Wen Qian suddenly raised his head, "I was waiting for you even at the engagement banquet. As long as you take one step closer to me, I can drop everything and take you away, but you don't want to."

Cen Xuan understands his character and won't listen to a word of what he doesn't want to hear.

There is no use in talking more.

"I'm full, please take it easy."

Cen Xuan finished the last bite of noodles and wiped it with a napkin.

"I know that you married Shen Jiyuan to find out the cause of Uncle Cen's death. Instead of cooperating with him, you might as well come to me."

"We have nothing to talk about."

Cen Xuan stood up carrying her bag.

"I was the closest person to Uncle Cen before he passed away. Didn't you consider coming to ask me?"

"Wen Qi'an, I originally thought you were just paranoid, not bad. My dad watched you grow up. If you knew there was something fishy about his death but didn't say anything, and even helped the instigator do whatever he wanted, I really despise you."

She has a serious expression and speaks eloquently, but every word is heart-breaking.

"I know that you have resentment towards me in your heart, and I also know that you have never liked me, but you should always remember that I am your fiancé, appointed by the old man."

Cen Xuan pressed her temples, no longer knowing how to refute the confident man in front of her.

"I have something in my hand related to Uncle Cen's death. I will give you three days to divorce Shen Jiyuan."

Cen Xuan really wanted to remind him when he couldn't see the chips.

No one pays the price.

"You're looking for a black box, right?" Wen Qian looked at her and smiled.

The smile was as gentle as ever, but Cen Xuan could see the seriousness in it.

"Three days, I only give you three days."

Wen Qi'an held the knife and fork elegantly and cut the steak, as if he was doing something very important seriously.

"Wen Qian, are you serious?" Cen Xuan put one hand on the table and looked at him.

He swallowed the steak in his mouth, raised his head, and reiterated like a repeater.

"Three days."

When Cen Xuan came out of the restaurant, he didn't even hold back the knife.

It is indeed possible that Wen Qian knew something. After all, Cen Qingmu was closest to his future son-in-law at that time.

He has held this card in his hand until now just to force her to submit.

I had known for a long time that he would have something in his hand, but I didn't expect it to be something like this.