Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 277 Ye Cheng
He glanced at Qiao Shen, who was wearing casual clothes and had dark circles under his eyes, frowned slightly, and saw that he had sat down on the recliner.

It has been several days since I came to Kuala Lumpur, and Qiao Shen is still the conscientious Qiao Shen, but Fu Hanchuan still noticed something strange.

As a person who travels frequently, it is unlikely that insomnia will occur, excluding jet lag and water leakage in the hotel room affecting sleep.What's more, Malaysia is about the same time as China. If the room is dripping, you can negotiate with the hotel to change the room. That is to say, there are other reasons for his dark circles.

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of water, pointed at Qiao Shen's eye circle with his index finger and said, "I'm not in the right state recently, what's wrong?"

Fu Hanchuan is in the state of resigning and doesn't need to deal with so many company affairs. As an assistant, Qiao Shen's trip is equivalent to a vacation. He looked dullly at the women swimming in the swimming pool, feeling bored and having a headache. He raised his finger and rubbed it a few times, then turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Mr. Fu, what else do you have to deal with, I have time."

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him lightly and said, "No."

Qiao Shen closed his mouth, frowning, and it was obvious that he was irritable now.At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang, and the two looked sideways at the mobile phone together. Fu Hanchuan stretched out his big hand, opened the message, looked at it, sat up and said, "Go and get ready, let's go."

The beach house sent a message, and the old lady came back.

Qiao understood deeply, nodded and got up immediately, and entered the hotel together.

In the room, Qiao Shen changed into a casual suit. Before going out, he turned on his phone and looked at it. It had been a week, and the woman hadn't called him or sent him a message.

He didn't want to admit that the woman chose not to see each other.

Going out to get in the car, the local driver drove, Fu Hanchuan sat in the back seat, and there was a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers on the seat beside him, which would be used to give gifts later.The man's bony fingers rested on the handle of the fruit basket, and he moved his fingers lightly, hoping to get some useful information later, so as not to waste his time this week.

The place where the old lady lives is not far from the hotel, and she will be there in a while.This is a well-known local Chinese gathering area, where the rich are located. When entering the villa area, there are security guards at the door.The driver got out of the car to negotiate, and the security guard went into the security room to make a phone call. After a while, the driver came out, and the driver went to the car window and said, "Sir, the other party said they don't know you, so they don't want to see you."

Fu Hanchuan lightly tapped his forehead with his fingers, and said a few words to the driver, and the driver went to negotiate again, and the security guard called again to communicate, and after a while, he let him go.

He only said three keywords: Beicheng, Zhenyuan, and Yanlin.

When the car enters the villa area, the road is wide, and the distance between the single-family villas is very large. Apart from the villas, there are green plants everywhere in the field of vision.The car stopped in front of a red-roofed villa, Fu Hanchuan got out of the car, and Qiao Shen took the fruit basket and flowers from the car.

There was a butler guarding the entrance of the villa, and the other party came up and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded, and through the black wrought iron fence, one could see a white head among the lush flowers inside, and it seemed that it was Mrs. Shen.

The housekeeper stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture: "The old lady is inside, Mr. Fu please."

Nodding again, entering, I saw the old lady more clearly. She was sitting in a wheelchair, with a checkered blanket on her knees, with silver hair, deep wrinkles on her face, and cloudy eyes.It seems that there are more than 80.

The old lady heard the footsteps, and the old voice sounded: "Come?"

Fu Hanchuan stood still two or three steps away from her: "Mrs. Shen, hello, I'm Fu Hanchuan." He handed the flowers to the old lady. The old lady looked down at the bunch of white ginger flowers. In the eyelids, there was some warmth in the eyes, and there was also a shrewdness.

She looked up at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Young man, you are very caring."

The corners of Fu Hanchuan's lips twitched slightly, and he stood there without moving. The next second, the old lady showed a cold expression on her face, and said in a stern tone: "Tell me, what do you want to do, you keep staring at me, an old woman?"

"Don't think I don't know, you've been asking me all this time. Hmph, it's all in the cemetery, what do you want to do! What do you want to do to Yan Lin!"

Fu Hanchuan said in his heart, as expected of the person next to Yan Lin, this old lady is old but has a clear heart, and she has been secretly observing him emotionally this week.

With a calm tone, he said: "Mrs. Shen, don't get me wrong. I just came here to ask the old lady about something. There is no malice."

The old lady looked up at him for a long time. Fu Hanchuan's face was calm and composed, and he let the old lady look up and down quietly. Qiao Shen put the fruit basket in his hand on the tea table at the side at this moment.The old lady glanced at him, nodded her chin on the seat and said, "Sit down."

After finishing speaking, her dead branch-like fingers touched the flower tenderly and lovingly, and asked the maid behind her to put it in a vase. Turning her head, she said to Fu Hanchuan: "Ginger flowers have a very long lifespan." Short, only open for one day."

After she finished speaking, she sat there without speaking.Qiao took a deep look at Fu Hanchuan. The old lady's words were so random that people couldn't figure it out.Don't you like this flower?But compared to the exquisite fruit basket that she only glanced at, she obviously liked the bouquet of flowers more, otherwise she wouldn't have shown that look.

Also, when she went to the cemetery, judging from the information, they were all this kind of ginger flower, otherwise she wouldn't have said that they had a heart when they met.

Putting his fingers on his lap, Fu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips and did not speak rashly. The old lady glanced at him and said slowly, "Why don't you talk? Didn't you say, do you want to ask me something?"

Fu Hanchuan's expression became more serious, and he didn't beat around the bush, he said directly: "Just now the old lady said that I found the cemetery, and I want to ask the lady, who is that person in the cemetery? What is the relationship with you?" ?”

Mrs. Shen took a deep look at him, sneered, took a sip of the hot tea on the table and said, "Young man, it looks like you didn't do your homework well. No one found out, so you came to ask me ? Funny."

Qiao Shen frowned slightly, and felt that Mr. Fu's question was inappropriate this time.How can anyone ask such a question, shouldn't they ask for verification?
Fu Hanchuan's expression was flat, and he said after a moment of silence: "Madam, a person with no name and no records, I have no way of finding out, but what puzzles me is the time of death on the tombstone. At that time seven years ago What I know is that someone I knew died around this time."

The old lady's hand paused, but she didn't raise her head and said nothing, she just slowly stroked a jasper bracelet on her wrist.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and continued: "And the date of birth on the tombstone is the same as that of the person I know. Born in the same month in the same year, and died in the same month in the same year, such a coincidence makes me curious about the person in the cemetery." .”

A person's birth date to death date was engraved on the tombstone, showing the person's traces of life in the world. Fu Hanchuan later went to check Shen Yan's date of birth. Although it was a long time ago, it could still be found.

With such a coincidence, his intuition told him that he must come once and meet this old lady.

The old lady said: "There are so many people in this world, not to mention the same year and the same month, even if there is one more person who lived and died on the same day, it is not surprising. You say you are in Beicheng, but I am in Nanyang, so why is it so strange?"

Fu Hanchuan slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said, "Indeed. Probably because of Mr. Yan's relationship, so he paid more attention."

The old lady narrowed her eyes slightly, and her cloudy eyes showed shrewdness again, she asked: "So, the person you pay attention to is Yan Lin, he is the key point, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, old lady. I have no ill intentions towards Mr. Yan. He is my father's friend, that's why I pay such attention."

"Hmph." The old lady snorted, moved her eyes slightly, and asked again: "You said, someone you knew passed away around the same time. Who is this person to you?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes drooped slightly, he pulled the corners of his lips, raised his eyelids and said, "To be honest, that is my mother-in-law."

The breeze was blowing gently, and in this air flow, Fu Hanchuan heard a slight constriction of breathing. He looked at the old lady calmly. Han Chuan looked at her intently, and she added lukewarmly: "So that's the case, no wonder you care about it."

Fu Hanchuan smiled slightly and said, "Madam, can you tell me who is that?"

Mrs. Shen sighed lightly, and said in an old voice: "A person who is very important to me..."

The housekeeper behind her took a look at the tired look of the old lady, stepped forward and said: "The old lady is tired and needs to rest, please come again next time, Mr. Fu."

Fu Hanchuan exchanged glances with Qiao Shen, nodded to the old lady and said, "Excuse me."

After the two withdrew, Mrs. Shen looked at the two teacups on the table in a daze, and the housekeeper stepped forward and asked, "Old lady, why didn't you tell Mr. Yan?"

In fact, as long as she doesn't agree to meet, those two people can't come in, so the old lady still wants to meet them.

The old lady waved her hand and signaled the servants to remove all the things on the table. She said, "What they are doing is a big deal. I can handle it, so why bother them."

The wind was getting stronger, the housekeeper pushed her into the house, the old lady thought for a while and said: "However, I want to ask Yan Lin, who is this Fu Hanchuan, go and get me the phone."

"Okay, please wait a moment, old lady." The butler pushed the wheelchair to the living room and stopped, and went to the coffee table to get the mobile phone.

After a while, the old lady was relieved when she heard the answer from the other end of the phone. It turned out that she was really a business partner. She also asked a few words to take care of her body and put away the phone.

The housekeeper took the mobile phone and put it away on the corner of the table, then said to the old lady, "Do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

In the pillow garden in Beicheng, Yan Lin put down the phone, his face darkened.Fu Hanchuan actually went to Kuala Lumpur, and found out about the villa. It is quite free to leave Fu's.

Yan Gu happened to be in the pillow garden too, seeing him put the phone on the window sill, he said: "Father, is it okay to hide this from the old lady?"

He could understand that Yan Lin didn't want people to know about his past, but the old lady's side...it had something to do with Shen Yan after all.

Yan Lin looked at the large blue sky in front of him, and said solemnly: "The old lady is old, and it is not suitable for great joy and sorrow."

Yan Gu nodded: "Father said so."

Compared with other families, Ding Xingwang, they have a banquet, no, the Ye family, there are no more than three people, old and young, and they depend on each other.Seven years ago, upon the news of Shen Yan's death, Yan Lin only told the old lady that she had died of illness, but did not tell the tragic truth.

In Kuala Lumpur, Fu Hanchuan got in the car and returned to the hotel. Qiao Shen said, "Mr. Fu, that old lady didn't say anything. Are we waiting for nothing these days?"

Fu Hanchuan could hear that Qiao Shen's tone was a little anxious. In the past, he would not be so talkative no matter how long he was on a business trip. He said, "Want to go back to China?"

Qiao was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids. Fu Hanchuan turned his head and looked out the window. There were green hibiscus trees along the way. He said, "It's not like she didn't say anything."

The old lady was wary of outsiders, so naturally she wouldn't answer every question, but when he mentioned Shen Yan, the old lady responded, but she was still restrained.Moreover, her affection for that bunch of ginger flowers was unusual.

Qiao thought deeply, and recalled carefully, it seemed that the old lady's reaction was a little different.

"Then shall we continue to wait here?"

But if you continue to stay here, you won't be able to gradually become friends with the old lady, and you will ask again when everyone gets acquainted, right?The problem is, it's someone's secret, even if you get acquainted with it, it's unlikely that you will be able to ask.

Fu Hanchuan sat on the seat, closed his eyelids, and rubbed the phalanx of his index finger vigorously with his fingers on his legs.

There are some links that he doesn't know about, so it is not an easy task to find useful information that can be pieced together from so much messy information.

Shen Yan and Su Mingdong were buried together, so what happened to the Malay tomb?

Fu Hanchuan clenched his fingers hard, opened his eyes, and said, "Book a ticket back to the city first."

……

Chenfeng Gallery is a high-end gallery, and it is different from other galleries in terms of decoration.

On the high design floor, paintings of various sizes are hung on the wall. Under the soft lighting, each painting seems to have life.The gallery is divided into two areas, with the reception hall in the middle as the central axis, ink and Chinese paintings on the east side, including calligraphies of famous masters, and Western paintings on the west side, including famous paintings such as Japan and South Korea.

It is said that here, some famous paintings are only hung and not sold, and they need to be auctioned to get them.

But no matter what it is, the artistic atmosphere here alone makes the people who come here naturally calm down and appreciate the masterpieces here quietly.Su Xiang thought that the children would find it boring after they came here. At this moment, when she looked at the two children, Fu Ying's eyes widened with admiration on his face. The pearls were smaller, but in such an atmosphere, he just followed her quietly. side.

The ground was covered with carpet, and there was no sound at all when they stepped on it. The few of them looked all the way, and stayed for a while when they saw interesting paintings.There are many paintings on it from many years ago, and many of them are already contemporary celebrity painters. Naturally, those paintings have also risen with the tide, and the prices are high.

Su Xiang has always picked paintings that were signed 30 years ago, but unfortunately there are none of these paintings.

The manager of the gallery is astute, and most of the people who come to see the paintings are prominent figures. She recognized Su Xiang's face, and she took the initiative to ask, "Miss Su, are you satisfied with these paintings?"

Su Xiang was slightly taken aback: "Do you recognize me?"

The manager smiled and said: "Last year's Furui Charity Auction, a painting in this gallery was also auctioned, so I met Ms. Su."

"Oh." Su Xiang nodded, and then the manager asked, "Miss Su, how can I help you?"

Su Xiang just wanted to ask, so he said, "I want to ask, are all your paintings in this exhibition?"

The manager smiled slightly and said, "The ones on display this time are only part of the gallery's collection."

"Then can I see the ones that aren't on display?"

"This... I need to ask Mr. He. Ms. Su, please wait a moment." She nodded and went to ask.

During the waiting time, Su Xiang glanced at Qi Lingyang, and his heart was pounding.For some reason, standing here she had a feeling that she was very close to that person.It seems that you can see it by turning around or looking up.

However, she didn't even know the artist's name or his last name.

She also resented Su Run for not knowing that person's name, yet hating her to the bone.

Qi Lingyang pinched her fingers and said, "Don't worry, that Mr. He has been in this industry for many years, so he should be able to find some clues."

"Yeah." Su Xiang nodded, and gently adjusted his breathing to calm himself down.

After a while, an old man with a goatee and round black-rimmed glasses came over. He was not tall, and his fat face stretched the creases on his face, giving him a sleek and sophisticated look. , There is no artistic atmosphere in him.It's hard to imagine such an old man running a gallery business.

The old man stood still in front of Su Xiang and the others, and said with a smile: "Miss Su, Mr. Qi, I heard that you want to see other paintings, but are you not satisfied with those paintings?"

Qi Lingyang was not surprised that the old man recognized him, he smiled lightly and said, "It's not that he's dissatisfied, but it's a work of art that also pays attention to eye contact."

"Hehe, what Mr. Qi said is true." He turned his head and glanced at Su Xiang, "When people look at paintings, it's like picking a partner. No matter whether the other party is beautiful or not, the key is to catch the eye."

Qi Lingyang smiled and said nothing, Su Xiang squeezed a smile and asked, "Then Mr. He, can we take a look?"

The old man wants to do big business, and a rich man like Qi Lingyang who comes to the gallery, of course wants to do his business.With a stroke of his arm: "Please."

Su Xiang turned his head and told Zhang Ma and the driver to watch the two children stay here, and then walked forward with the old man.

There is a door behind the reception hall in the middle, open that door, there is a passage inside, and you can go down the stairs to the basement.There are also paintings hanging on the walls of the stairs, and all the way down, the light in front of you is as bright as the art exhibition hall.

There is no distinction between eastern and western arts, they are all put together, yet not differentiated, and many of them are enclosed.The old man stood aside and said with a smile: "All my paintings are here, but I don't know which one can catch Miss Su's eyes."

Su Xiang nodded slightly to him, and looked at the paintings.The pile of paintings is here, the artist's name is written on the oil paper cover, and there is also the painting time, so it is not so difficult to find.And judging from the dust falling on it, we can also see the years.

Su Xiang was looking for paintings over there, Qi Lingyang was standing next to the old man, the old man looked at him and said, "Mr. Qi is not together?"

Qi Lingyang said with a smile: "The gift I gave her is of course for her to like it."

The old man nodded with a smile: "Mr. Qi is very considerate to Miss Su."

Qi Lingyang smiled, pointed to the old-looking paintings on the wall and asked, "Mr. He, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, I don't dare to ask for advice. Just ask Mr. Qi if you have anything." The old man was a little flustered by the word "ask for advice", and looked at him with a smile.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard that Mr. He has been an art dealer for more than 30 years and has known countless painters, talented men and beautiful women. I wonder if the old man also knows some stories about these painters?"

The old man was startled when he heard the words, and the smile creases in the corners of his eyes were squeezed like chrysanthemums. He said, "It turns out that Mr. Qi also likes to listen to stories. Well, there are many stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies." Without those stories, his paintings Still can't sell it for such a high price.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard from my father that more than 30 years ago, there were three beauties in Beicheng. One of them, Shen Yan, also had some stories with the painter. I wonder if the old man has heard of it?"

The old man squinted his eyes, leaned back slightly, touched the goatee on his chin as if thinking, glanced at Qi Lingyang and said, "Well, Mr. Qi's mother is also a beautiful woman."

Qi Lingyang was naturally familiar with Yu Kelan's story, he said with a smile: "Of the three beauties, only Shen Yan's is the most confusing, and fits the story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady the most."

The old man sighed with emotion: "Yeah, such a beautiful woman... hey..." A great beauty who was overwhelmed by the city and the country, did not die well in the end.

He said: "Speaking of which, I have seen that beautiful woman..."

Qi Lingyang took the opportunity to say: "The old man entered the industry more than 30 years ago, so he must have known that painter, right?"

The old man stroked his goatee, took two steps forward, stopped for a while, and then took two steps, recalling the past in this square inch.He sighed deeply again: "I know, of course I know... It's been 30 years..."

At this time, Su Xiang found an old painting in the pile of paintings that matched the time at that time. She didn't know why. When I touch it, I will feel a strange feeling in my heart, as if there is something in my heart, which is its intuition.

She looked at the fuzzy handwriting covered by dust on the cover, and wiped it without getting too dirty, and the name written in two pencils became clear - Ye Cheng.

When she muttered the name, the old man stopped and turned to look at her...

(End of this chapter)