someone looks alike, it's impossible for two people to look alike, it must be you!”The boss and his wife's passion drew the attention of everyone else in the shop, Shutinglan also blushed with embarra...Outside the old master's bedroom, there is actually a reception room. On weekdays, close subordinates come to discuss matters in this reception room. 。On both sides of the living room, there were still hanging a few of his favorite paintings and calligraphy works, all gifts from renowned artists, priceless. 。A portrait of him was placed on the central table, with fresh fruits arranged in front of it. It seemed that someone came in every day to replace them. 。Teacher Cheng is very filial. After the old man passed away, she had someone clean this room full-time and offer incense and tributes on time every day. 。The nanny explained beside. 。Your grandpa may be gone, but his spirit lives on. As long as he's here with us in spirit, our family will never fall apart. 。"Cheng Zhimin said as she handed him a cigarette, an electronic one, so there wouldn't be any smoke," 。Zhuo Yuan took the electronic cigarette, glanced at Cheng Zhimin and the nanny, said nothing, but his eyes signaled them to go out. He wanted to stay with the old man for a while alone. 。Yu An, you haven't eaten yet, have you I'm going to cook for you. 。The nanny said 。I had a meal on the plane. 。Chen Zhimin and the nanny then walked out. 。When I got to the door, I let out a sigh of relief. 。Even though he was his own flesh and blood, facing him still made him a little nervous. Firstly, he couldn't figure out the purpose of his sudden return, and secondly, his aura was truly powerful. His silence was even more intimidating than that of the old man. 。Although she knew he had eaten on the plane, Cheng Zhimin still asked the nanny to make some snacks in the kitchen and went to help out. 。
The nanny was still happy: "I think Yu'an really put the past behind him this time by coming back on his own." 。Cheng Zhimin didn't have the optimism of someone without a nanny. Having dealt with people all her life, she couldn't figure out her own child's temper. 。But overall, it's good that Ken is back. 。In less than half an hour, Zhuo Yu'an came back with news, and Zhuo Hong also knew about it. He was busy with official duties and couldn't go home immediately, so he called Cheng Zhimin: “Don’t tell him anything useful or useless, just let him be quiet for a few days.” 。
The first words were accusations, causing Cheng Zhimin’s anger to surge up her throat. But she quickly suppressed it. Before retirement, Zhuo Hong had never respected her, and now that she was retired, he didn't even bother to consider her. Every time he spoke, it was a reprimand, as if lecturing an subordinate. 。"You too, don't put on a sour face as soon as you get home." 。Zuo Hong hung up the phone with a frown. Before that, Judge Liu from Senzhou had mentioned to him that Zuo Yu'an had come to him about something involving a female lawyer. 。Zhu Hong didn't need to think, he also knew who this female lawyer was. Besides Shu Tinglan, there wouldn't be a second person. Now that she suddenly returned home, it must be for that woman. 。Zhu Hong kept his composure and never told Cheng Zhimin about the incident. In his eyes, Cheng Zhimin was more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. Last time, he brought shame upon the Zhu family, their son ran away, and even refused to come back for the old master's funeral, becoming a laughingstock in the circle. 。This time, he took a deep breath and calmly observed what Zhuo Yu'an was going to do, waiting to see how things unfolded. 。Cheng Zhimin had no idea about Zhuo Hong's twists and turns. She was truly happy that her son was finally willing to come home, proving their blood ties were unbreakable. 。The son took the initiative to go home and give her a step down, of course she followed suit. Although she still maintained a stern face on the surface to maintain the image of a strict mother. 。Zhuo Yu'an lit incense for the old man and stood quietly, looking at the photo of the old man. 。This photo must have been taken when the old man was 70 years old. He helped take it himself. There were many guests outside at the time, and the grandfather and grandson played chess here to find some peace and quiet. 。The old man said: What's the point of celebrating a big birthday It's just your parents who love to invite friends and family to do these pointless things that keep people from being at peace. 。。Although the old man was annoyed, he could only let them do as they pleased. He only made an appearance at the last minute. 。This was also one of the reasons why Zhu Yuan didn't attend the funeral. The old man had emphasized many times before his death that everything should be kept simple in case of his passing, and there should be no extravagance or waste, but obviously it didn't work. My parents still went their own way, stubborn and unwilling to listen. 。So Zhuo Y uan had never held out any hope for his parents, just that he had to come now. If he didn't solve his parents' problems, he would never have a chance to win Ting Lan back. 。"Grandpa, I hope you'll support me this time. " 。He silently said this to the old man in his heart, then bowed deeply and left the room. 。
As evening arrived and dinner was served, Zhu Hong came late. He glanced at Zhu Yu'an, and the two of them were so unfamiliar with each other that they had nothing to say. They just nodded to each other as a greeting, like strangers. 。Could Zemin still ease the tension a bit
"Yu'an, dinner will be starting soon. Would you like to invite Secretary Cui over for a meal at home" Zemin had a good impression of this Secretary Cui. >>> 。When Zhuo Y uan was abroad for three years, Cui's secretary would always report his situation to her. Out of gratitude and courtesy, she should treat the person to a meal. 。Zhuo Yu'an then picked up his phone and went outside to the courtyard to call Cui Jie. 。
Cui Jie lives nearby, in a five-star hotel. She hasn't eaten dinner for years to maintain her figure, but she readily accepted Cheng Zhimin's invitation. 。Passing by a fruit supermarket, I carefully selected some high-quality fruits and arranged them into an exquisite fruit basket to take home. 。When Cui Jie arrived, dining with the legendary Zhu Hong and Cheng Zhimin, even though she had lived abroad for many years, was free-spirited, fearless, and adept at navigating social circles, she found herself speechless at the table. 。
It's too oppressive, isn't it The whole family just eats in silence, not saying a word to each other. 。She could sense that Mr. and Mrs. Cheng Zhimin had tried their best to be polite to her, treating her with the utmost courtesy. However, the aura of authority that emanated from them naturally was cultivated over years in the political arena, impossible to ignore. 。There wasn't even the sound of cutlery clinking against dishes, let alone conversation like in a normal family. Not a single sound came from anyone's mouth during meals. 。Under such a family atmosphere, it's truly not easy for Zhuo Yu'an to grow up normally. 。
After finally finishing the meal, Cui Jie felt relieved and wanted to go back to the hotel immediately. 。But then Cheng Zhimin invited him to the living room for tea, while Zhu Hong went back to his study to work. 。
Zhuo Yu'an was also in the living room with Cui Jie. 。Cheng Zhimin took the initiative to speak: "Do you need my help with your business in universities"
Even though she had stepped down, she had spent her whole life in the education system and still had connections. 。Of course Cui Jie couldn't answer that. Director Zhu, her family head, had always been clear about separating work and personal life. He never used his family connections in the past, and now that Zhuyuan Technology has become a leading company in its industry, he certainly doesn't need to. 。I didn't expect Zhuo YUAN to refuse outright, but instead he calmly said:
"Tomorrow we will go to Huada, if you have time, would you please accompany us"
Cui Jie knew what he meant and smiled at Cheng Zhimin 。 speed picked up again, and he enjoyed weaving through traffic, taking any available space whenever he could. 。Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it spun Shu Tinglan around until she was even more dizzy...