The queen's wife is too sultry

The moment Jiang Jingting walked to the top of the stairs, his eyes happened to meet another person, and the two looked at each other from a distance across the steps.

With one hand in his pocket, he walked down the stairs without changing his expression until the man said:

"Master, is Master still reading?"

"Hmm." Jiang Jingting saw the teapot in his hand from the corner of his eye, and looked back in the direction of the study with a gloomy expression.

"Just so, grandpa asked you to bring a pot of hot tea instead."

Diego smiled cheerfully at him: "Someone sent some Qi black tea over a while ago, it tastes mellow and smooth, and the master really likes it, but it's a pity that this tea can't be bought in London, I heard that it's only available in China... "

Hearing this, Jiang Jingting had just recollected the taste of the tea, and it was indeed as Diego said, sweet and mellow, with a lingering fragrance on his teeth and cheeks.

"It's rare that he likes it. Next time I go back to China, I'll ask someone to bring him some more."

"The young master has a heart, and the master must be happy to know."

"Ah."

He left after saying this, and Diego was about to go upstairs when he saw the direction he was leaving and asked quickly:
"Master, the kitchen is already preparing lunch, are you going out?"

Jiang Jingting took off the coat from the hanger and put it on again, and said lightly:
"Well, I don't need to prepare mine for lunch."

"But..." Diego held the plate with a hesitant expression.

"how?"

"Master, he—" In the middle of speaking, Diego changed the subject and forced a smile: "It's nothing, you can go out at ease, I will take care of the master."

Jiang Jingting nodded, the servant at the side opened the door for him, the bodyguard held up a big black umbrella, and he stepped into the rain without looking back.

It wasn't until his tall black figure disappeared from sight that Diego sighed and turned to go upstairs.

Walking to the door of the study room, he knocked lightly on the door, until there was a low call from inside, and then he opened the door and entered.

"master……"

He walked over to him and put the teapot on the tray on the small table.

Most of the blanket on the old man's legs was dragged on the ground. He leaned over to tidy it up for him, talking about the continuous rain in London, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

Jiang Tingyue's complexion can be said to be gray, and he was staring at the window without saying a word.

The years have already taken away his once vigorous appearance, and now only his tired face and ravine-like wrinkles are left. Those eyes that always shine with wisdom and calmness at any time, are looking at him without focus at this moment. into a void.

Like an old tiger, put away all its sharp claws, waiting for the fate to come.

Even though he was still full of energy when he just returned from Egypt a few days ago, why did he suddenly seem to have suffered a huge blow?
Diego looked worriedly at the old man whom he had served faithfully since he was in his twenties, and called softly, "Master?"

Jiang Tingyue came back to his senses, a trace of confusion flashed in his turbid eyes, "Diego? What's wrong? Why are you here?"

"The tea is cold, the young master asked me to change it for you."

"Oh good..."

Jiang Tingyue was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized, then frowned and flipped through the book in his hand, "What did you see just now..."

"It's all because Jing Ting, that brat, interrupted me..."

"Sir, lunch is ready, should I serve it for you or..."

"No, I'm not that old yet."

He was about to get up as he lifted the blanket away, and Diego quickly freed his hands to help him.

"Where's Jing Ting?"

Diego respectfully said: "The young master has something to go out."

Jiang Tingyue's face darkened, and he snorted displeasedly, "Running out on the first day back, the bigger the bigger the worse."

Diego laughed, and while carefully observing his feet, for fear that Jiang Tingyue might make a mistake, he said:

"The young master is [-] this year, and he has to manage the group again. It is inevitable that there will be many things."

"Besides, you put so much effort into cultivating the young master back then, didn't you just hope that he could be on his own, and now the young master has lived up to your expectations..."

Jiang Tingyue couldn't find any reason to refute Diego's gentle words.

He went downstairs with the help of Diego, and saw that there were many exquisite meals on the huge dining table, and there was no one waiting for him except for a few servants. He couldn't help feeling a little lonely in his heart.

There is even a bit of regret.

Regret that the attitude towards him just now was too harsh and unreasonable.

Even though he knew that Jiang Jingting was just repeating the facts of the year.

Looking at the gloomy expression of his master, Diego couldn't help feeling a little bit unbearable.

In the huge old house, only Jiang Tingyue was left alone.

This is why Jiang Jingting is so happy to return to the old house this time.

Finally, there is a grandson who can accompany Jiang Tingyue.

In the eyes of Diego, a bystander, Jiang Tingyue has inevitably aged towards loneliness since his wife passed away ten years ago.

His only son, Jiang Yansen, was not able to take over the heavy burden from him as he wished. Later, he and his wife Qiao Jingxian moved out of the old house and settled in the United States, only returning occasionally a few times a year.

As for the other collateral relatives of the Jiang family, they even went to the Three Treasure Hall for nothing.

Sometimes Diego even felt that Jiang Tingyue chose to travel far with his friends because he couldn't bear the loneliness of growing old.

He once spent all his blood on the group and cultivating his own heirs.

Now his heir has grown up as he wished and has taken over his responsibilities, in a way, even better than he did.

Perhaps when the burden is unloaded, what I feel is not relaxation, but a sudden emptiness.

"Master, this year's Spring Festival, the young master will bring his wife back. Let's buy the new year's goods as usual."

Diego set the table and chopsticks for Jiang Tingyue, removed the cover of one of the dishes, and served him a bowl of hot soup.

Although he has lived in London for decades, drinking a bowl of warm soup before eating is a habit that Jiang Tingyue can't change.

Today's lotus root pork bone soup is also one of his favorite Cantonese soups.

"You can figure it out, as well as the arrangement at that time, it must be lively and festive."

"Okay, sir."

"Diego." Jiang Tingyue called him suddenly.

Diego put down the public spoon in his hand, "What's the matter, master."

Jiang Tingyue put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, with a dignified and serious expression, and his vicissitudes of life flashed with unfathomable light, and asked:

"Do you remember the fire that year?"

Diego froze for a moment and said, "I remember."

Anyone who was in Jiang's house and survived that fire will never forget it.

Because it is so shocking.

"Master, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Jiang Tingyue was silent for a moment, then said:
"In the study just now, that kid Jing Ting suddenly mentioned someone to me..."

Diego's eyes widened, and he thought of it almost instantly:
"Could it be..."

"Yes, he mentioned Li Feng to me."