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Di Dawei sensed that there was something wrong with the situation, and simply confessed, "This fund was originally the private money of the third son. The old man in the Jinde family held the real power and issued orders behind the scenes. The third son was only the chairman in name. The reason why the old man abdicated After all, at the age of 90, in case of unexpected accidents, successors must be cultivated, otherwise the huge group will have no leader, and the world will be turned upside down in the short term. But as long as the old man is alive, the third son will be a puppet. Based on this, the third son instructed me to create Under the guise of a private fund, actually secretly invest in some potential companies, make friends with supporters, and if the old man survives within two years, the three sons will unite with multiple shares of capital to usurp the throne."

He lowered his voice, "The old man is superstitious. He hired a master master in Thailand. That master master has long been bought by the third son's mother Hu Yunfang. He holds three rituals a week and takes six pills to remind him of his death. The old man will not live long. Although Hu Yunfang is a Female stream, but not an ordinary character, her scheming skills are better than ten He Peiyu, many years ago, the eldest son of Jinde lost power, Hu Yunfang did not lose his pillow, and instigated the old man to completely hate the eldest son, the eldest son died in a car accident, and the birth mother mourned too much. After passing away, Hu Yunfang took the opportunity to take the position and firmly sat on the position of Jinde's mistress. She was wary of the second son's competition for Jinde, and hired a group of well-known online celebrity models to take turns. , the consequences of personal affair corruption are quite fatal, and the board of directors will not support it. Isn't it self-destruction if hundreds of billions of assets are handed over to the vagabond?"

Chen Yuan's expression was mixed, and he said for a long time, "It's nonsense."

"You don't believe it. The older generation of chaebols all believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. The richer they are, the more they fear death. Who wouldn't like to enjoy it for a few more years?" Di Dawei looked around in the aisle and locked the door, "During his heyday, your father robbed Jinde has a lot of limelight, and the old master knows that the third son is making things difficult for the second son Chen, so he just wants to vent his personal grievances."

He straightened his crooked tie, and said in an unhurried tone, "It was the third son who instructed you to humiliate the second child."

Di Dawei sighed, "If the third son hadn't confessed, how would I have dared to make things difficult for the second son Chen?"

Chen Yuan showed a smile, with a dark and strange meaning, "Jinde has Jinde's rules, and the Chen family has declined, but it still has the backbone of the Chen family. Since Jinde is unscrupulous and immoral, I have nothing to say with Mr. Di." Talked."

He put down this sentence and walked away.

Di Dawei contacted the third son in a panic and reported the matter.

The other end didn't care at all, "Pretending."

"But Mr. Chen—"

"The younger brother of the same father broke through this scene again. Is it appropriate for him to ignore it? Colleagues talked about him being cold-blooded. Isn't that confirming the rumors of his brother-in-law? He is not complaining about injustice, but whitewashing the peace to cover up Cover up your own ugliness." The third son of Jinde is racing in the club. He has a new limited-edition Bugatti, and he can't put it down these days, so his attitude is impatient. A bargaining chip for a mansion."

Then hang up.

Di Dawei spat angrily, "You shitty dude!"

He took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor and met Zhao Zhibin, who was about to get in the car. He rushed to catch up, "Zhao Dong, stay a step!"

Zhao Zhibin stood at the car door, "It's Mr. Di, what advice do you have?"

Di Dawei looked sad, "Have you heard about Director Zhao? The relationship between Chen Da and Chen Er is not what the outside world guesses." He rubbed his hands with lingering fear, "I almost offended Chen Da in a daze, and Director Zhao has a good personal relationship with him. , Please speak kindly to me, I am the third son's subordinate, whatever Zinde orders me to do, I can only do what."

Zhao Zhibin also looked solemn.

Chen Yuan went to the box next door to rescue Chen Chongzhou, and he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

In recent years, the Chen family's first and second households have fought fiercely.The upper class should take it for granted that the two sons are fighting to the death.At present, Chen Yuan is in power and Chen Chongzhou is in decline. The extermination of the former is an inevitable outcome.

This reversal is really unpredictable.

Zhao Zhibin said, "After all, they are brothers. If you torment Chen Er, it is tantamount to slapping Chen Yuan in the face. If the Chen family hadn't collapsed, Jinde would have to be polite even if he didn't want to see Chen Er and challenged Chen Zheng's status. The Chen family collapsed. Now, the wall is falling and everyone is pushing, can Chen Yuan be happy?"

Di Dawei suddenly realized, "It is Zhao Dongying who is wise and wise."

***

Chen Chongzhou came home at 04:30 in the afternoon.

Due to drinking, Xue Yan deliberately asked for leave from the new company to see him off.

He was probably exhausted to the extreme, and went straight back to the bedroom without even saying hello.

Shen Zhen walked out of the kitchen, "Where did you pick him up?"

Xue Yan handed Chen Chongzhou's business suit to her, "It's in a restaurant at the West Wharf of Dongjiang Port."

He glanced at his watch, "Ma'am, my company has something to do, so we'll withdraw first."

"Xue Zhu." Shen Zhen kicked the toe of his shoe, closed the door, and stopped Xue Yan, "There are a lot of wine bureaus in Chongzhou recently, is it normal?"

"It should be normal..."

"What is the wine bureau organized by a famous person, and the investment is pulled in the wine bureau?" She was surprised, "The venture capital company is like a public relations department. Doesn't it matter which company invests in which company and which company is interested in negotiating? Yue’s colleagues also work in venture capital companies, and have never participated in a wine game.”

Xue Yan hesitated, "The nature of venture capital is different, and there are differences at home and abroad..."

Shen Zhen didn't say a word, his eyes were sonorous and quiet, which made him feel guilty.

He is at a loss, "Second Young Master's work is indeed not going well. Jinde, the Jiang family has been embarrassing him overtly and secretly. The Second Young Master confessed to the Zhou family to open a gambling game in the Chang'an District Bureau. He is the major shareholder of the Imperial City Club, so as to bring down Zhou Bingchen The father and son made meritorious deeds and reduced the crime, and the family friends of the Zhou family hate the second son very much."

Shen Zhen had already noticed that something was wrong with Chen Chongzhou, but he didn't expect him to suffer so much outside. ???.

"I see."

Xue Yan comforted her, "Second Young Master told me not to disclose, please understand his painstaking efforts, he can't bear to worry about you."

Shen Zhen didn't respond.

After Xue Yan left, she took off her apron, blocked the door of the bedroom, pursed her lips, and trembled all over.

Sour tears welled up, she held back, took a deep breath, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Chen Chongzhou was changing his home clothes in front of the closet, Shen Zhen walked over and straightened his shirt and trousers, "Didn't you work overtime today?"

He removed the belt buckle, "No."

Shen Zhen deliberately sniffed his coat, looking for faults, "Why does it smell like alcohol, your company allows drinking during working hours?"

"Celebration banquet." Chen Chongzhou did not change his face, "I am the protagonist, so I can't do without drinking."

"Really." She held back, her voice trembling, "You concluded a deal?"

"Of course it was for my husband." Chen Chongzhou put his arms around her from behind, "Your husband is here—"

"My husband was embarrassing, ridiculed, suppressed, and revenged by his peers, right?" Shen Zhen was annoyed, his eyes were red with tears, "Chen Chongzhou! What's the situation with you, still lying to me?"

The man was stunned for a moment, looking at each other, he understood the reason for her anger, "Xue Yan told you."

Shen Zhen rummaged through the box and took out the marriage certificate and threw it at him, "What did you promise? Don't lie, don't deceive, and treat each other honestly."

Chen Chongzhou stood there, silent for a long time.

When he tried to hug her again, Shen Zhen burst into tears and threw himself into his arms hoarsely, "I'm going to kill them! Hire murderers to castrate them! This bunch of stinky pigs!"

Chen Chongzhou couldn't help laughing. The harder she cried, the more he couldn't hold back his laughter, "I'm fine, aren't I? There's no smooth sailing when it comes to business."

"But you have never been wronged, they are insulting you!" She sobbed, "I don't want you to be wronged."

"I'm not wronged." He gently wiped her tears with the back of his hand, his palm-sized face was dirty, his eyelids were swollen, funny and cute, "Isn't it the duty of a husband and father to make money to support his wife and daughter? ?”

She shook her head vigorously, stubborn as hell, and kept repeating that she would castrate them.

"Mrs. Chen cries again, and my heart aches." He held her hand, covering his heart, and put his lips next to her ear, "It really hurts."

"Let's quit, okay?"

Chen Chongzhou stroked her long hair coiled on her chest. It was black and thick, like a waterfall rushing in midsummer, "You're done?"

"I will support you." She vowed.

The laugh lines in his pupils almost overflowed, "How do you raise it?"

Shen Zhen put his arm around his neck, "You plow the field and I weave."

Chen Chongzhou laughed inexplicably, "I will carry water and you water the garden."

Shen Zhen nodded, with snot bubbling, he puffed, took another breath, grabbed his hand, and rubbed it against his sleeve.

"I like this very much, Mrs. Chen, this is what I want."

Shen Zhen didn't react for a moment, "What do you want?"

"Family, love, no calculations and disputes."

She froze and looked up.

The setting sun is near dusk, the hazy orange color, blurred and simple.

The white gauze is soft, rising and falling in the breeze, and the spots of light are jumping and falling, brushing against Chen Chongzhou Qingjun's face.

Shen Zhen smiled, "This is what I want too."

***

When the night was deepest, Chen Yuan walked into the entrance.

The wall lamp in the living room turned on unexpectedly, causing him to close his eyes.

The woman was lying on the sofa, and the white light shone on her clean and gentle face, like a hibiscus growing out of water.

"your get off work is done."

Chen Yuan frowned, "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"I was very sleepy, and I took a nap." Qiao Hanrun sat up, brushed her hair behind her ears, and met him. His clothes were heavily stained with alcohol, and the smell of choking came to her face. She hugged his body, " How much did you drink?"

Chen Yuan had a total of three drinking parties, and his appetite was burning. The servant brought warm water and hangover medicine for him to take, "Sir, Ms. Qiao has been waiting for you all night."

He tugged at the tight neckline, "Anything to say?"

Qiao Hanrun walked around to the front and unbuttoned his suit, "Nothing to say, just waiting for you."

Chen Yuan sat down, intending to solve it by herself, but she didn't let go, and the two sides were in a stalemate, "I remember that when you come home, you like to have a lamp, a bowl of hot porridge, and a woman in love. I don't want you to come in. Is it empty?" I would rather wait for you from dark to dawn than leave you with a lamp and a bowl of porridge.”

Like a pair of keys, unlocking his dusty memories.

The stories in the stories are old and rusty, with countless blood and tears, bitterness, struggles and misses.

"I visited Chen Zheng in the city jail in the morning."

Chen Yuan's hand slipped down from the skirt of his clothes slowly, without making a sound.

"I hate him to the bone. He ruined my stable and peaceful life and shattered my love. He made it impossible for us to go back, forever." Qiao Hanrun choked up, "Chen Yuan, actually I have feelings, you Deliberately alienate me. I lived in Tianfu No. 1 for 253 days. You only went back for seven days, had dinner on four days, and came back to pick up documents on one day. It was the biggest rainstorm in the city in 68 years. You had to stay overnight and sleep in the guest room. The rest Two days, it’s my birthday and New Year’s Eve. Chen Zheng and his aunt are in prison, you don’t want to go back to the old house, and you have nowhere to go, so you come back here.”

Qiao Hanrun was not reconciled, but he had expected it.

Chen Yuan is no longer the Chen Yuan of ten years ago.

He is sad, lonely, strange and empty.

The first time she saw him back home, she knew clearly that there was too much insurmountable gap between her and him.

The image of him that he loved passionately and deeply missed clearly appeared in front of her eyes. Now that he was completely changed, how could she deceive herself.

Qiao Hanrun wiped away tears, "The thermos on the dining table has millet porridge, and the pickles are crispy bamboo shoots marinated by myself. Try it, does it taste familiar?"

Instinctively, Chen Yuan reached out to wipe away her tears, stretched out to mid-air, and then stopped abruptly.

After a long while, I could only utter a vague sentence, "Don't cry."

All Qiao Hanrun's hopeful expectations, all the things that have not yet been destroyed, collapsed at this moment.

"I... go upstairs."

The moment she turned around, the man called out to her, "Han Run."

She stopped and realized that Chen Yuan was going to give her a result, a result that she had always avoided and dared not accept.

Qiao Hanrun turned his back to him for a few seconds, and after he calmed down, he turned his head with a smile, "Shall I help you put the bath water?"

After a silent silence, he said with difficulty, "Do you want to go back to England?"

She knew exactly why Chen Yuan mentioned it, and her internal organs were twisted together in an instant, and she couldn't help pinching the hem of her skirt, "I didn't think..."

Chen Yuan pursed his lips, "Your daughter is in London."

Her fingers trembled and she stirred vigorously, "Qi Shang takes care of her. She is closer to Dad than to me."

"You didn't fulfill your duty of companionship." He rubbed his eyebrows, "How did she get close to you after you disappeared for a year?"

Qiao Hanrun suddenly burst into tears, "On the one hand, there are close relatives, and on the other hand, you. I give up my mother's identity, don't you understand my intentions?"

Chen Yuan rested his index finger on the end of his eyebrows, lifted the gap, and looked at her.

"I am like a floating duckweed in a foreign country. A storm will tear me apart. I am in favor of Chongzhou, and I am also afraid of him. Once he withdraws, I have no way out. When I need someone to rely on, a weak person like me clings to him. Other people's companion, Qi Shang, appeared." She approached him, "Chen Yuan, tell me, is it important to survive and save one's life, or to be loyal to love and die without leaving any bones?"

The moonlight outside the rooftop was so pale that it couldn't penetrate the curtains. In the endless darkness, everything about men was so intense and intense.

Chen Yuan is pure, at least in love, he is pure.

He clearly has the capital to own the most beautiful woman in the world, the most beautiful love affair.

There are very few who can touch the heart.

She even hoped that Chen Yuan was bad, vicious, playing around in the world without restraint.

At least they are fair, she can face him more confidently than now.

Qiao Hanrun was extremely depressed and inferior. She felt that she was constantly discouraged. Her unbearable past, helpless encounters, and her failures were like thousands of needles, which made her bloody and withered.

The emotions she expressed were also stuck in Chen Yuan's heart.

He couldn't convince himself to completely reject and alienate her, nor could he convince himself to stick together the regretful and separated years.

"Your choice is correct, Han Run, I never blamed you." Chen Yuan stood up, "I was unable to protect you, and I have no right to blame you."

Qiao Hanrun plucked up his courage and looked at him, "You... Are you driving me away?"

Chen Yuan froze, his throat was a little hoarse, "No."