The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 185 Need money (2)
As a matter of urgency, she had to find Ye Jiezhi and ask about the situation before making plans.

Xiafei Road Tang Mansion.

Main floor study.

Tang Chengxun flipped through the morning newspaper that he had read dozens of times among a pile of documents.

"It's obviously ruthless, but it's full of love and lingering love! Huh! Such hypocrisy, there are still people chasing after it!" He crumpled the newspaper and threw it to Zong Yuan who was opposite.

Zong Yuan spread it out with a smile, "I also said that others will deliver the newspaper to you late one day, and they don't think about food and drink, and their hearts are broken."

"What happened to that incident?" Tang Chengxun got up, the afternoon sun shone on him through the half-covered window, his whole person was radiant but extremely lonely.

"Three days, they won't have a house to live in. If she doesn't come to you, how can you bear to see her family living on the street?" Zong Yuan's smile faded away.

Tang Chengxun looked out of the window, his intolerance towards her and his warmth towards her were all gone the moment she jumped off the bridge. The point of the knife pierced into his chest had exhausted all his unwillingness and helplessness, and the strong love seemed to have become I can't stop hating!
He was silent for a long time, and said, "There will be an answer soon."

Zong Yuan knew that he must be waiting for someone or news.

A knock on the door broke the silence.

"Come in." Tang Chengxun's eyes were full of joy.

Zhou Chuanming.

"What is she looking for from you?" Tang Chengxun was full of urgency.

Zhou Chuanming nodded his head to say hello to Zong Yuan, not knowing what to say.

"Does she regret it? She wants to see me? Is she in financial distress?" Tang Chengxun's eyes flashed strangely.When he heard that she was going to see Zhou Chuanming, his sleepy heart couldn't hold back anymore. Zhou Chuanming was his subordinate, and she must have something to do with him when she sought him out.

The familiar pain in his heart swept over again, and a hint of sweetness burst out from the depths.

Is it really going to be "reunion after a broken mirror"?

He thought that he would never forgive her for the rest of his life, but after thinking about it a lot, as long as she had the slightest regret, he would admit it.

The child who died young is buried in the bottom of my heart.

Zhou Chuanming opened his mouth several times, but he still couldn't.

"Zhou Chuanming, talk!" He was eager to know her thoughts and reprimanded her.

"Sir—Young Madam looking for me—it's purely a private matter." Zhou Chuanming stammered.

"Private matter? What's your personal matter? Why don't you tell me about it." Tang Chengxun frowned.

"It's my private matter. Years ago, I met Miss Nan, the daughter of a bookstore owner with Mrs. Young. She seemed to be interested in me. Mrs. Tuo sent me several letters, all of which were Miss Nan. It's for me, isn't this—" Zhou Chuanming put the stack of letters on the table.

"Your boy is very lucky." Zong Yuan glanced at him with a smile.

Tang Chengxun's sharp gaze swept over the letters, which made him feel even more empty and lonely.

He is really hopeless, and he still expects her to change her mind!
"Did she say anything?" His tone was dark.

"Young Madam asked me to think about Miss Ah Zhi, and also said that even if you refuse, don't speak too harshly, give them an answer earlier, and don't waste their youth." Zhou Chuanming said eloquently.

"She's so kind that she's afraid to spoil other people's youth!" Tang Chengxun snorted coldly, "Zhou Chuanming, you didn't ask her, did you have anything to say to me?"

"I asked." Zhou Chuanming looked embarrassed, "It's hard to see the young lady, how can I not think about my husband - the young lady issued an order to evict me as soon as she heard your name."

Tang Chengxun's face was expressionless, his right hand formed into a fist, his joints were clearly defined, and his veins were exposed.

(End of this chapter)