Refusing to marry into a wealthy family, the richest man's uncle coaxed me into marriage

In the president's office of Huangsheng Group, Yu Hanshen hung up the phone and threw the phone on the desk.

He picked up the cigarette box at hand, took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. With the crisp and pleasant sound of the lighter opening, a thin layer of smoke slowly diffused from between the man's lips.

He stood up and walked to the glass wall behind him, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and overlooked the prosperous commercial scene downstairs. His eyes were deep and dark.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

Assistant Yao pushed the door open and came in, seeing the tall and deep figure of his boss.

"Boss Yu, the meeting will start in ten minutes. All the directors are here." Assistant Yao put a pile of folders on the desk. "These contracts need your review and signature."

Yu Hanshen turned around, put out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, picked up a folder with the hand wearing the watch, and quickly flipped through it with his eyes lowered.

Assistant Yao was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the boss with a serious expression:

"Just now, Dean Gao from the School of Physics at Ocean University called and asked if you have time to attend the New Energy Exchange Summit."

Similar exchange meetings are often held in various colleges of Ocean University of China, and business leaders from related industries are also invited to attend.

On the surface, it is to exchange technology and explore development prospects, but more importantly, it is to attract sponsorship for the college's scientific research projects.

The scientific research funds provided by the country are limited, and the research that can be done is also limited. If we want to make greater breakthroughs, we can only find ways to solve the funding problem ourselves.

Yu Hanshen sat in the boss chair with his back straight, his bony hands holding a pen, and he fluently wrote his business signature on the legal representative's section of the contract.

"Shall I reject President Gao's offer on your behalf?" Assistant Yao knew that President Yu never participated in such useless activities.

In the past, such invitations would never be presented to Mr. Yu, and his assistants and secretaries would refuse them on his behalf.

However, Assistant Yao graduated from Ocean University, and it was difficult for him to refuse when his alma mater asked for his help.

Seeing that Yu Hanshen didn't answer, Assistant Yao made a judgment in his mind and walked out of the office.

As I was about to close the dark grey wooden door, I heard the boss's calm voice: "Free up the afternoon of the 27th."

The afternoon of the 27th was the time for the symposium a week later.

Assistant Yao was surprised for a moment, but didn't say much and nodded respectfully.

After Yu Hanshen finished the board meeting and the evening dinner, it was almost eleven o'clock when he returned to Gongyuan.

When I walked into the living room, the first thing I saw was a black suitcase standing next to the sofa, with a brown envelope on top of it.

Aunt Yang said, "These were left by my wife. She said they were for you."

Yu Hanshen walked over and sat down on the sofa, looked at the envelope for a while, then reached out to take it.

The moment he picked it up, he knew what was inside.

There were three bank cards, one of which he gave to Si Tong before she took the college entrance examination. At that time, the little girl was financially tight and still refused to accept it. Even after he coerced and coaxed her into accepting it, she never touched a penny of the money in it.

One photo shows Si Tong's first official visit to the Yu family. He didn't spend a single cent of the one million pocket money given by Old Madam Yu.

There was another one, which was more than 90 million yuan that Yu Hanshen gave her in disguise by helping her sell jewelry.

Apart from transferring several million to my aunt to pay off her debts without her knowledge, he never touched a single cent again.

In Yu Hanshen's eyes, money is just a string of numbers, and he himself has no concerns about women approaching him for money.

Sometimes I even hope that the little girl could be more realistic, more snobbish, and more greedy for money.

But she is indifferent to these things and only values ​​family affection.

In the bedroom, apart from the row of brand new women's clothes in the closet, the overall pink decoration and layout, and the faint body fragrance lingering in the air, there is no trace of a girl having lived there.

Yu Hanshen loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, walked around the bedroom, and turned to go to the study. The study was the place where Si Tong spent the most time besides the bedroom.

It was no different from before, deep and deserted, except for the beautiful figure sitting behind the desk writing furiously, and the bright smile he could see every time he opened the door.

Yu Hanshen walked to the desk and sat down, lit a cigarette, leaned his tall body back slightly, and smoked slowly while leaning against the back of the chair.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the trash can next to the table, and inside it was a crumpled piece of white paper.

After living together for so long, I have noticed that the little girl rarely creates garbage, so there is nothing in the trash can, making the piece of paper ball particularly conspicuous.

Yu Hanshen paused for a moment, then leaned over and picked it up.

Unfolding it, he saw a piece of draft paper filled with mathematical symbols. His eyes were fixed on the lower right corner.

The last stroke of the number '2' extends into a Chinese character that is out of tune with the mathematical symbols on the paper:

Deep Cold

The handwriting is elegant and graceful, as if it was written unconsciously, and every stroke carries unspeakable longing. It is stained by a tear and is a little blurry.

Yu Hanshen brought the cigarette to his lips and took a puff. As he slowly exhaled the white smoke, the hand holding the cigarette slowly brushed across the tear mark.

The doorbell of the villa rang, Aunt Yang went to open the door, and Mo Xubei walked in with a smile on his face, "Is your Mr. Yu back? I'm staying at his place for one night."

Walking into the living room, he saw an open suitcase on the floor filled with gold bars and cash. He was happy: "I know that Mr. Yu has a lot of money, but there's no need to put it everywhere."

Aunt Yang thought that Mr. Mo had a good relationship with her husband and might be able to help mediate, so she told him about the conflict between her husband and his wife.

The more Mo Xubei listened, the happier he laughed. How many setbacks had Boss Yu suffered at the hands of this little girl?

"Mr. Mo, stop laughing. My husband is in the study. You should go and persuade him. If the couple keeps quarreling like this, they might really break up." Aunt Yang suddenly felt that this good friend of her husband was not very reliable.

Mo Xubei gave Aunt Yang a reassuring look, patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me."

Aunt Yang: “…” It feels even more unreliable.

Mo Xubei went upstairs, pushed open the study door, and saw Yu Hanshen tapping the ashes into the ashtray.

Yu Hanshen looked over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mo Xubei walked over, picked up the cigarette box and lighter, lit one for himself, took a puff and said, "I've been doing surgery all day, and I still have to deal with women when I get home. It's really annoying. Come over here and hide from you."

Madam Si recently found a girl that she liked and brought her home.

Yu Hanshen said in a steady tone: "If you don't want to, tell the old man clearly. You can't just hide away forever."

"You're still talking about me, what about you? Last time in the hospital, you said you had to have the little girl, but after just a few days, you're already tired of her?"

Mo Xubei laughed and said, "They actually let someone move away. Let me tell you, there are so many handsome men and talented people in Haida University. Your little girl is so pretty, there must be a lot of suitors. Be careful that someone else snatches her away."

Yu Hanshen crossed his legs and tapped the ash from his cigarette without saying anything. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He was so calm and composed that Mo Xubei felt anxious for him.

"What's wrong with her?" Mo Xubei suppressed his cynicism and asked seriously.

Yu Hanshen was a man of measured behavior, who never let conflicts last overnight. Judging from Aunt Yang's tone, the two had been quarreling for more than half a month.

The problem most likely lies with the little girl.

After a long while, Yu Hanshen spoke slowly: "The little girl has a paranoid personality and has gotten into a dead end and can't get out."

He didn't explain it clearly, but Mo Xubei was a smart man and quickly realized, "She took her anger out on you because of He Qinglan?"

Yu Hanshen remained silent.

Mo Xubei remained silent, smoked for a while, and then said, "He Qinglan killed the little girl's relatives for you. No one would be able to digest it for a while."

"Are you planning to let go just like that? Then aren't you fulfilling He Qinglan's wish? If it were me, I would tie him up and keep him by my side."

Yu Hanshen lit another cigarette: "It's not that I haven't thought about detaining her, but seeing her unhappy makes me feel bad too, so why not let her calm down for a while? I have to go to the capital tomorrow, so I'll talk to her when I come back."

Seeing that he already had a plan, Mo Xubei laughed and said sarcastically, "Aren't you afraid that she will calm down and find out that you, an old man, are not that great, and will really dump you and turn around to find a school hunk or something like that?"

Yu Hanshen curled his lips and said firmly, "I know whether she will find someone else."