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

Shen Jiyuan and Cen Xuan had dinner at the old house before leaving.

Seeing the old lady send her away, Tang Rong felt more and more unbalanced.

A big tree attracts the wind, and the century-old family has its own rules for being able to reach this stage.

Externally, he is not particular about his words and deeds, but using power to oppress others is something that is absolutely forbidden by the Shen family.

The Shen family has never heard of such a thing during their years in Jianghuai.

But Shen Jiyuan set this precedent. Even if he didn't use the power of the Shen family, his surname was still Shen.

If he does such a thing with the Shen family name, when outsiders criticize him, they will not remove him from the Shen family.

But it happened that the old man's tolerance for him was too high, and he still hadn't taken any appropriate measures even though he was like this.

Seeing the two people leaving Shen's house, Tang Rong's heart became more and more blocked.

"Auntie, why are you doing this? This is not the first day you have known that grandpa is partial."

Shen Zhiyue walked slowly to her side and spoke.

"Your grandpa is really getting more confused as he gets older. Shen Jiyuan has set this precedent. He is not afraid that other children will follow his example. By then, everything he cares about will be gone."

How could the old man who always cared about his reputation the most ignore this matter?

"Auntie, instead of being angry with yourself here, you should think about what to do next."

Shen Zhiyue reminded.

Tang Rong's face darkened. She originally planned to let Zhan Ling marry Shen Jiyuan. A woman's pillow style often works well.

But now it seems that this hope has been dashed.

This kid is getting harder and harder to control now, and it seems that even the old man can't control him.

What’s next?

"Actually, now that we've reached this point, uncle already knows what to do, and aunt doesn't have to worry about it, right?"

After listening to Shen Zhiyue's words, Tang Rong seemed upright.

"You girl, what are you talking about for no reason?"

Shen Zhiyue shrugged, "Grandpa will be seventy-five soon, and he won't be able to survive for a few more years. You know that, don't you?"

If all the shares were left to Shen Jiyuan before the old man passed away.

When people die, they really have nothing left.

"Let your grandpa hear what you say later. I think you want to be punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall again."

Tang Rong did not continue her words and turned away to end the topic.

"You girl, you always speak freely. You think the punishment grandpa has given you in the past two days is not severe, right?"

Shen Muze didn't know when he came up behind her.

"Brother, everyone thinks the same thing. I just said what you all think outright. I can't pay the price for my honesty."

Shen Muze placed one hand on her forehead with a fond look on his face.

"You are just relying on grandpa's reluctance to really punish you."

If the old man hadn't really indulged in her temper, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate it.

"I'm going to talk to grandpa, you can do your own work."

Seeing her walking away, Shen Muze's eyes darkened.

The uncles and uncles from the Shen family left without eating dinner.

The old man disliked the noisy people and asked Uncle Zhong to drive them away.

When the children all left, the main hall became quiet.

"These people, with their righteous expressions, really pretend that I don't know what they are here for."

The old man sighed and took a sip of tea.

Uncle Zhong took the tea cup from his hand and replaced it with a green tea cup.

"Bihuo is the most suitable for you now."

The old man glared at him, "You're angry with me, right?"

Uncle Zhong smiled and said, "As you have known since the third young master came back, the situation in this family has changed a long time ago. In the eyes of those people, the uninvited guest of the third young master is only bound by blood."

Not to mention that this uninvited guest would come and steal what they had in hand.

"Who do you think they listened to when they came here? Zheng Nan or Mu Ze?"

Uncle Zhong listened to the old man's question and replied.

"It can't be the second young master anyway."

"At your age, don't be poor anymore."

Uncle Zhong has watched these children grow up. Except for Shen Jiyuan, he has hugged and carried all of them.

"Since the third young master came back, my husband has been very wary of him. He has been in power for so many years, and he has promoted many branches of the Shen family. Now they occupy more or less core positions in the group. The people under him, Of course there are a lot.”

These people are also very repaying their kindness. They have been with Shen Zhengnan for so long, so of course they know what to do when.

"The Third Young Master's handling of Nimit is well known. If these people really work under the Third Young Master, they will not be able to survive, so of course they will choose conditions that are very beneficial to them."

These people are also anxious.

It's not easy to catch Shen Jiyuan's fault, but you don't have to rush to the old man to say bad things.

"This kid is unruly and unruly. He never cares about the opinions of outsiders. If Zhengchuan had not left, he would have been like him."

The father and son are very similar in a sense.

Especially when it comes to women, they are very similar.

"This shows that the third young master really likes Miss Cen Xuan."

Uncle Zhong looked at the old man as he spoke. He was also afraid that what happened back then would happen again.

"You yourself said that when the third young master came out, he had no breath of living people, no care for people, just like dead things. Now that he has found someone he can care about, this person can also make him look like a dead thing. Living man, you are actually happy in your heart."

The old man actually believed that Shen Jiyuan would no longer be like his father.

Because he is only crazier than his father.

"If this girl Cen Xuan is really reliable, I would be relieved. But you can also see that when this girl looks at him, her eyes are clear."

Everything is there but no love.

"No matter how hard the stone is, it will be warmed. The third young master really cares about people and will dig deep into his heart. Miss Cen Xuan doesn't seem to be ruthless. Besides, you also praised Mr. Cen's integrity. , aren’t you still worried about the children he brought up?”

Even if something were to happen to Shen Jiyuan, Cen Xuan's character would not leave him alone.

"Are you saying that he and Zhan Ling are really not worthy of each other?"

Uncle Zhong hurriedly interrupted him, "Please don't. Miss Zhan's Xiaojiabiyu will only follow the Third Young Master's whim. He really won't like it if he lives like the Third Young Master's shadow."

Girls should be bright and flamboyant and live a life of wantonness.

The old man himself said that the little girl should be more lively, and that's why his fourth young lady was spoiled like that.

"Despite the gossip outside, we still need to make plans early and let Mo Yang go out. Just treat it as a training exercise for this kid."

Uncle Zhong listened to his words and wondered, "Which one?"

To whom should I give it, the eldest young master or the third young master.

"Give it to Mu Ze. Some things still need to be started early. If you are late, you will only have endless troubles."

Uncle Zhong understood that when Shen Jiyuan came back, the old man gave him the shares that originally belonged to Shen Zhengchuan.

Plus the meeting gift from the old lady.

Now the third young master holds more shares than the other children.

If he was just a loser who knew nothing, then there was no need for the others to worry so much. However, he has outstanding abilities, so people have to be wary of him.

What the eldest young master did is understandable.

……

After autumn, the weather starts to get cooler, and Jianghuai also starts to get colder in the mornings and evenings, and hotter in the daytime.

When the sunset was about to set, fog began to rise in the mountains.

The black Cayenne went up Qingshan to the front of Qingshan Cemetery.

Cen Xuan sat in the car, watching the sun set in the west and the sky gradually darkening in the mountains, connecting with the mist that filled the air.

“The scenery is nice.”

Cen Xuan said something.

Shen Jiyuan looked at her, lowered his head and put down the tablet.

"Still in the mood to enjoy the scenery, the situation is not bad."

"Human beings always have to be able to enjoy themselves in hardship."

Li He got out of the car. Since the last time his husband took his wife to Huaishan Cemetery in the middle of the night, he was not so surprised.

But is there any explanation for why Wen Qian and his wife met here?

When Cen Xuan got out of the car, Shen Jiyuan followed her.

"I'll go there myself."

The man's face showed no emotion when he heard this, he just looked at her.

"fifteen minutes."

Cen Xuan understood what he meant and went to the cemetery accompanied by Li He.

Passing through the rows of neatly arranged tombstones, Cen Xuan saw a person standing not far away.

He was wearing a black coat and was very tall.

At this moment, he lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, looking at the tombstone and thinking about something.

Cen Xuan walked behind him and placed the flowers handed by Li He in front of the tombstone.

There was already a bunch of platycodon on it, brought by Wen Qi'an.

"You are always on time and never late."

As she spoke, Cen Xuan knelt down and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tombstone, but the handkerchief she picked up was clean.

It looked like it had been wiped clean.

"I haven't chatted with Uncle Cen for a long time. Talk to him."

Wen Qian looked at her movements and said.

In the past, Cen Qingmu really treated him as his own son.

That man with superb jade carving skills also refuses to show off his beauty in the mall.

Even Wen Xiao once said that Cen Qingmu was a talent, and he did teach him a lot.

"My dad is often more affectionate to you than to me. I was very unhappy when I was a child, but after I went abroad, I was actually quite grateful to you. At least with you by his side, he won't be lonely."

The friendship that grew up together when we were young is always there.

Cen Xuan is not a purely kind-hearted person, and the weight in her heart never measures pure likes and dislikes.

When people get along with each other, as long as emotions are involved, there will be no pure right or wrong.

Cen Xuan always remembers it in her heart.

"I thought you would never talk to me again." Wen Qian said.

"We grew up together. The past is still vivid in my mind. When we were young, we climbed trees together. When I fell from the tree, you caught me. Although the end result was that I broke my hand and you broke my foot. We went to the beach together. When I was swimming, I was almost swept away by the waves, and I was slapped by Uncle Wen and my dad together. It was a life-long friendship."

Cen Xuan couldn't help but chuckle when talking about these past events.

Yes, they also had such a pure and wanton past.

Wen Qi'an knew that she had always remembered these details in her heart.

Of course, we also know what these accumulated companionships mean to each other.

They walked through their immature childhood and absurd youth together.

Finally, the coming of age of rupture.

But those feelings still existed, and so did the things they experienced together.

"Before coming back from Country J, I thought about countless possibilities, but I never thought that you would choose to send me to a mental hospital."

When this matter was mentioned, Cen Xuan was still sighing.

She doesn't think there is anything wrong with her way of looking at people. After so many years together, they have become family members.

She had never recognized Wen Qi'an's identity as her fiancé, but the friendship they had grown up with was enough to support him becoming her brother.

Otherwise, Cen Qingmu would not have cultivated him like this.

It is also because they know that no matter what happens in the future, Wen Qi'an and Cen Xuan will always be each other's family members, even if they cannot become husband and wife.

What he always thought was that Wen Qi'an could at least be a source of support for Cen Xuan.

"I've always had a strong feeling in my heart, always feeling that as long as you lower your head, as long as you realize that I'm the only one left by your side, you can truly fall in love with me. But I forgot, you are Cen Xuan, and you have never been Cen Xuan is proud and refuses to bow to anyone."

She chuckled upon hearing this.

If you really like someone, you can really develop love between a man and a woman. In the years when they grew up together, there were countless opportunities for their relationship to change qualitatively.

Unfortunately, not even once.

"I'm sorry for letting go of that hand when you needed it most."

Wen Qian looked at her as he spoke, his eyes full of seriousness.

"If, I mean if, when you return to the country, I can always stand firmly by your side without betrayal, is it possible between me and you?"

This is the only point he is still struggling with.

He didn't want to regret it anymore.

Cen Xuan looked at the photo on the tombstone. The man in the photo still had a gentle face and a slight smile.

"will not."

Those two crisp words echoed in the cemetery.

Wen Qian smiled bitterly, "Yes, you are Cen Xuan, you won't like anyone out of gratitude."

Maybe others would, but Cen Xuan has always been terrifyingly rational.

"What happened this time is my fault. I apologize to you, starting from everything that happened after Uncle Cen's death."

He didn't expect to forgive, because he had known for a long time that the two of them could never be the same again.

The little girl he loved when he was young was eventually drifting away.

He doesn't blame anyone. If he makes a mistake, he makes a mistake. If he makes a mistake, he will always pay the price.

"I'm actually very grateful to you. I know very well why you took care of me in the past. Some of the kindness can never be repaid. At least this time, I won't feel guilty anymore. We are in love with each other. Offset, we may not be the same as before, but we won’t be enemies.”

Looking at Cen Xuan's outstretched hand, Wen Qian lowered his eyes.

After a while, he looked at the photo on the tombstone.

"We reconciled in front of Uncle Cen."

The two of them clasped their hands, and the light and shadow fell on the tombstone, overlapping with Cen Qingmu's photo.

He smiled softly and, as always, watched the children he watched grow up.