The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

Especially Tang Ronghai. Although the guests present still respected or flattered him as usual, he knew that after the scandal was exposed, these people must have laughed at him behind his back.

Thinking that the Yu family had actually invited Nan Jingyou, the culprit, to come and cause trouble for him, he felt even more resentful.

"Master Yu, you are a bit unfair. You knew that Nan Jingyou and my Tang family don't get along, but you still invited him here. Even if my Tang family is not to your liking, you should at least give face to Master Rong, right?" Tang Ronghai smiled wryly.

Patriarch Yu smiled unchanged, "Brother Rong Hai, you are too polite. Nan Xiaoyou is my son's friend, so it is reasonable to invite him. This has nothing to do with your face and Patriarch Rong's face."

"Besides, I thought that Brother Rong Hai was such a generous person that he wouldn't argue with a young man."

"Haha, Master Yu really has no problem talking without any pain in his waist." Tang Ronghai's face was as gloomy as water.

Yu Ziming, this old fox, might have deliberately invited people to laugh at him.

"Haha, okay, let's not talk about unhappy things. Brother Yu, doesn't your winery have a collection of red wine? Bring it out for us to taste." He Yao, the head of the He family, took the initiative to smooth things over.

"Yes, Master Yu, don't try to keep it to yourself."

"Yes, I came here just for this fine wine."

Other partners who were on good terms with the Yu family also echoed this.

"No problem, the banquet will start soon. I will make sure you are satisfied at the table later." Yu Ziming glanced at his watch and it was almost noon.

Following his instructions, the waiters began to lead the guests to the winery's lobby one after another.

Nan Jingyou and his group also followed Yu Xiuhe to the hall for lunch.

On the way, they inevitably ran into Rong Huan and others.

Nan Jingyou met Rong Huan's gaze without fear, but what surprised him was that Rong Huan seemed not to be looking at him.

But behind him...

He turned his head and saw that it was Nan Jinghe behind him.

"Similar, very similar." Rong Huan murmured to himself.

He took two steps forward, staring at Nan Jinghe, his emotions surging like waves.

Nan Jingyou didn't know what tricks this person was playing, but his intuition told him that it was probably not a good thing.

Combined with the warning Yu Xiuhe had given him before, he reasonably suspected that this person probably liked men.

Looking at his current attitude, could it be that he has a crush on his brother?

Thinking of this, alarm bells rang in his heart and he immediately stood in front of his brother, acting on guard.

"What is your relationship with Nan Zhian?" Rong Huan stared at Nan Jinghe, feeling confused and uncertain.

It has been twenty years, and he is already married with children, so Nan Zhian might also be married to a woman.

Yes, he suspected that Nan Jinghe was Nan Zhian's son.

Although Nan Jinghe is already 28 years old, his age cannot be determined by his appearance alone.

Furthermore, when Rong's subordinates were investigating Nan Jingyou, the information about Nan Jinghe did not come with any photos, so that just by looking at their appearance, Rong Huan today would have no idea that they had the same parents.

Rong Huan clenched his fists and showed his emotions in front of outsiders for the first time.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still angry when he came to this conclusion.

Why did Nan Zhian break up with him without any clear reason and then turn around and marry another woman?

What does he think of himself as, a plaything?

If we say we're together, we're together. If we say we're leaving, we're leaving.

After that, he even stopped going to college and was not even given a chance to question his parents.

The more Ronghuan thought about it, the angrier he became, and his eyes were burning with anger as he stared at Nan Jinghe.

Nan Jinghe was confused as he was questioned by a stranger for no reason.

But, isn’t my uncle’s name Nan Zhian? Does this person know my uncle?

"Do you know my uncle?" Nan Jinghe frowned and asked in confusion.

My uncle has been dead for more than 20 years. It's rare that this person still remembers him.

Is he just my uncle?

Rong Huan's clenched fists suddenly loosened and his whole body relaxed.

"Yes, I know him." Rong Huan became as indifferent as before.

It was as if he was not the one who almost lost control just now.

When Ronghuan said the name Nan Zhian, Nan Jingyou's expression changed.

Could it be that my uncle’s lover back then was this bastard in front of me?

Thinking of this, the anger in his chest burned like a raging fire.

Dog man! ! !

I hate homosexuals, I hate people with the last name Nan...

All signs indicate that the person he hates is his own uncle.

Poor uncle gave up his life for this person, but this bastard not only got married and had children, but also turned around and hated his own uncle?

It’s not worth it. He really felt it was not worth it for his uncle.

"It's really sad for my uncle that he knows you." Nan Jingyou gritted his teeth, his peach blossom eyes emitting a frightening cold light.

Rong Huan said coldly, "Oh, sadness, who is sad for whom? You might as well go back and ask Nan Zhian."

"Hahaha, you are indeed pathetic. Just live in what you think is hatred for the rest of your life. This is what you deserve."

Nan Jingyou wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and prepared to leave.

He would never tell Rong Huan the truth about what happened back then. A person like him did not deserve the pure love of his uncle.

"What do you mean?" Rong Huan grabbed Nan Jingyou who wanted to leave.

All the people who were about to go to the hall stopped and looked at the two in surprise and suspicion.

Although they didn't understand the conversation between the two, it didn't stop them from watching the fun.

After all, gossip about the head of the Rong family is not available at any time.

Nan Jingyou shook off the hand on his arm and said with disgust: "You don't deserve to know."

"Nan, Jing, You." Rong Huan's face turned pale. When had he ever been insulted like this?

"Xiaoyou, what on earth are you guys talking about? My uncle has been dead for more than 20 years. Could it be that you know some hidden secret?" Nan Jinghe frowned.

boom!

A thunderclap exploded in Rong Huan's head.

Dead, Nan Zhian is dead?

How can this be?

His face turned pale, and he suddenly grabbed Nan Jinghe by the collar and asked, "Who did you say was dead? How could Nan Zhian be dead?"

Nan Jinghe pushed Ronghuan away, straightened his wrinkled suit collar, and said with a sour face:

"My uncle has been dead for 25 years. You can find out if you go to Tongyang County and check it out yourself."

I really don't know what this person is so excited about. He hasn't contacted his uncle for 25 years, so it's obvious that their relationship is not very good.

Looking at his appearance, people who don’t know him would think how important his uncle is to him.

"Brother, why are you saying so much to him? He doesn't deserve to know about my uncle's affairs." Nan Jingyou looked indignant.

"Xiaoyou, do you know something about the inside story?" Nan Jinghe was puzzled.

"Brother, let's talk about it when we get back. Let's go and leave here first." Nan Jingyou didn't want to mention his uncle's past in front of outsiders.

"Okay, let's go."

……

After everyone had gone far away, Rong Huan was still frozen in place.

He was in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"Master Rong, let's go, it's time to have dinner." Yu Ziming patted Rong Huan on the shoulder.

Rong Huan turned his head mechanically, and the expression on his face scared Yu Ziming.