Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Paris Fashion Week finally came to an end, and Jiang Yun and Yan Mo also embarked on the voyage back to China.

Before returning to China, Jiang Yun decided to go to Lu's house first.

"I want to see the place where my mother used to live," Jiang Yun said, "I don't have any impression of her, I just... just want to see it."

He laughed at himself: "I don't know if they are welcome there, if not, I won't go there in the future, just take a few more photos this time."

Yan Mo only touched his head: "Okay."

The Lu family is also a large Chinese family that has been operating overseas for many years. Today, the old house of the family is built on a small island. The island is full of green trees and has a pleasant climate. The only annoying thing is the storm.

But they are very lucky, the storm just stopped yesterday, today is another good weather with high sky and light clouds.

On the surface, the Lu family seemed to welcome him very much.

First, Lu Cheng drove a small helicopter to take the two of them back to the island from the nearby airport. As soon as the plane landed, everyone came to greet them.

"Welcome," Uncle Lu hugged Jiang Yun, "Your grandma is not in good health, and she is waiting for you to go back at home."

For some reason, these words hit Jiang Yun's heart immediately.

"Your mother was born and raised on this island. She didn't go to school until she met your father..." Uncle Lu paused as he spoke, "Her room is still there and has been tidied up. Yes, you can sleep in that room directly."

Jiang Yun thanked very sincerely.

Just after getting out of the car, a very energetic old lady was sitting in a wheelchair, waiting in front of the house.

"Mom, why did you come out!" Uncle Lu blamed the old lady.

"I can't wait, can't I?" The old lady smiled and looked at Jiang Yun intently: "There is some shadow of Lan'er, and it is indeed her child."

Jiang Yun walked up, handed over the gift he had prepared, and only after a long time did he call grandma in a low voice.

The old lady looked at Jiang Yun, but began to wipe away tears.

"Mom, look at you, it's such a beautiful day, why are you crying!" Uncle Lu said, and the old lady's daughters-in-law also went to wipe her tears.

"I'm happy, but also sad," the old lady grabbed Jiang Yun's hand, "Your mother... oh..."

The old man let out a long sigh.

Jiang Yun's grandmother talked a lot about Jiang Yun's mother. When she was a child, she was a beautiful and shy girl who liked fluffy silk skirts with lace and colorful candies. Surfing in the waves.

Among the three sisters, she is the quietest little girl, and she is actually very courageous. Her sailboat is always at the forefront, and she is also the one standing on the tip of the waves when surfing.

Her room was still the same, only the sheets and quilts were changed.The old lady was pushed a wheelchair and led Jiang Yun to the door of the room, but she didn't even want to go in, she just wiped her tears outside the door: "I always thought that she would come back one day, but I didn't expect... it was her son came back."

This is a room full of girly atmosphere. Although the white walls and furniture are well maintained, they are still a little faded. The top shelf of the bookcase is full of a row of dolls. Because of the protection of the glass cabinet, they still smile innocently. .

The books on the bookshelf also maintained the appearance of the owner when he was still there, and they were placed carelessly. Next to the popular novels and comics at that time, there was a set of large philosophical works, and among several picture books was an introduction to makeup.

Just looking at these books, Jiang Yun automatically outlined the image of a happy and a little rash girl in his head.

"Unfortunately, I have never seen her..." Jiang Yun sighed.

Although the Lu family saw the relationship between Jiang Yun and Yan Mo, they turned a blind eye intentionally or unintentionally. Knowing that the day Jiang Yun was about to leave, Lu Cheng secretly pulled Jiang Yun aside, and asked falteringly: "That... Are you really with Yanmo?"

Jiang Yun nodded.

"Some things... I've been thinking about it, I should let you know first," Lu Cheng said hesitantly, "At the end of the sentence, their family...the situation is more complicated..."

No matter in the previous life or in this life, Yan Mo only occasionally mentioned his parents, Jiang Yun vaguely remembered that he had a younger brother, and didn't know anything else.

According to Lu Cheng, the Yan family is a very complicated family.

The Yan family was a large Chinese family that went to sea more than 100 years ago to avoid the chaos of war. The ancestors were originally very prominent, and the descendants were competitive. Moreover, the Chinese were very close to each other outside, and the relationship between relatives was much closer than that in China.

"You see, our Lu family is already a big family, and it's nothing compared to the Yan family," Lu Cheng said, "Yan Mo is the eldest son and grandson of the Yan family, so your relationship..." He wanted to say something And stop.

Jiang Yun understood, nodded and said, "Thank you cousin, I understand."

Lu Cheng persuaded Jiang Yun: "Our family is considered enlightened. It doesn't matter if you like men. In the future, my cousin will help you find better ones. Don't hang yourself on this tree."

Jiang Yun just laughed.

"I know, you two are in a very good relationship now, and you shouldn't say these things. I just want you to know that there is the Lu family behind you. Although other things can't help you much, it's not a big problem to help you find a boyfriend you like. "Lu Cheng patted his chest and said, "You are still young, unlike the old man Yan Mo, you will have more opportunities in the future."

Jiang Yun still smiled, and nodded obediently: "Well, I see, thank you cousin."

Lu Cheng stroked the child's head in relief.

What a cute little cousin, why was he picked up by such a big bad wolf!

"Did you tell him?" After the two left, Jiang Yun's grandmother asked Lu Cheng.

"Grandma who said everything." Lu Cheng replied.

"This kid is also stubborn, just like his mother," Mrs. Lu wiped away her tears, "I hope he can walk more smoothly than his mother..."

"Grandma, don't worry," Lu Cheng comforted the old man, "I think my cousin is a smart person, it's fine."

The old lady sighed: "I wish..."

Jiang Yun returned to China first, and at the end of the speech, he rushed to the other side of the ocean to deal with the company's affairs. The two would be separated for another month.

Jiang Yun had been extraordinarily obedient the day before parting, and he was very reluctant at the end of his speech, so he dragged him to talk all night.

Jiang Yun talked about what happened when he was a child. Although he lost his parents, he met a good neighbor. There was an old lady next door who had no children. Seeing how pitiful he was, he took him to raise him. Jiang Yun grew up with her. When he was seven or eight years old, the old lady died suddenly one night, and he was left alone.

Since then, people on the street have said that his life is too hard, that he will overwhelm those around him, and they don't like him more and more, but he has been the best at fighting since he was a child, and he is famous for his hard fists in the whole street. Even boys who were three or four years older than him couldn't beat him. With just a pair of fists, Jiang Yun grew up smoothly, although there were many scars on his body.

As he spoke, he proudly showed Yan Mo a scar on his shoulder.

"Speaking of this..." Yan Mo suddenly touched the bush of thorn roses on Jiang Yun's chest: "You also got this tattoo at that time?"

He has been concerned about the tattoo on Jiang Yun's chest for a long time.

Jiang Yun froze: "This tattoo...is indeed a long time ago..."

Ever since he was with Yan Mo, that gray-blue tattoo seemed to have been watered with enough nutrients, and it became more and more enchanting.

At the end of the sentence, he looked at the group of tattoos with deep meaning: "Do you know the meaning of this pattern?"

Do tattoos have meaning?Jiang Yun shook his head and said he didn't know.

"According to legend, Jesus died wearing a crown of thorns, and the scarlet rose bloomed in his dripping blood." Yan Mo bowed his head and kissed the tattoo.

Jiang Yun shivered involuntarily.

"The implication of this pattern is that he will return eventually." At the end of the sentence, he looked at Jiang Yun with deep meaning.

Jiang Yun laughed, "Unfortunately, the rose on my body is not red."

There are still tears on the blue-gray rose petals, which look much sadder than the red rose.

"This is my lucky color." Yan Mo kissed the petal again.

He suddenly remembered just now that this tattoo was tattooed on Jiang Yun himself on his 22nd birthday.

Yan Mo also had times of rebellion when he was young, but others rebelled by playing rock and roll racing cars, but he was fascinated by tattoos. For this reason, he also taught himself a series of related skills such as painting, and bought a whole set of professional equipment.

However, his rebellious period was not long, and he sealed up all those things before he even had time to tinker with himself.

But after being with Jiang Yun, he especially wanted to tattoo his lover a pattern that belonged to only two people.

It's like a brand, a mark that belongs to each other.

At that time, Jiang Yun also tattooed him, but Jiang Yun was clumsy and didn't dare to make any big moves, so he only tattooed a very shallow red heart on Yan Mo's arm.

"Speaking of which, I also have a tattoo." Yan Mo revealed the red heart that was so shallow that it was almost invisible.

On the inside of Yan Mo's arm, in a very inconspicuous place, there is a heart-shaped line that looks like a child's graffiti. The color is so light that it can be easily erased, and it looks like an innate birthmark.

Jiang Yun couldn't help squinting his eyes to look at the line carefully, but felt familiar yet unfamiliar: "This is... this is a birthmark!"

"It's a tattoo." Yan Mo said with certainty.

Jiang Yun forced a smile: "You tattooed it yourself?"

"No." Yan Mo shook his head, but did not continue.

He didn't say anything, Jiang Yun didn't dare to ask, but couldn't help rubbing Yan Mo's skin, thinking about it for a long time.

Early the next morning, Yan Mo flew away, Jiang Yun could only let go of the chaotic thoughts in his heart, cheer up, and continue to struggle to make money.

Although he has been away for a few months, the company's operations are normal. The company's professional managers are good enough, and Xin Tong's design department is also doing well. Even if the boss runs away, the company still maintains a high-speed development.

This is also what Yan Mo taught him: put the right people in the right positions, give them plenty of room to play, and the necessary supervision, and then the company will grow on its own.

Xin Tong was originally a very suitable design director, but this girl still has a dream of being a designer. Before Jiang Yun left, she promised Xin Tong that she would support Xin Tong in creating her own independent brand as soon as he came back. Compliance with commitments.

Xin Tong happily threw away her hands, and even took away a few designers she admired. Jiang Yun had to find a new batch of newcomers for the design department.

Professional managers are only good at the operation of the company, but Jiang Yun has to master the design of this part.

He was busy recruiting, and the Jiang family came over suddenly, saying that the old man heard that Jiang Yun was back and wanted him to go home for a meal.

At this time, although Jiang Yun and the Jiang family did not tear each other up on the surface, they had not been in contact for a long time, and he didn't understand why they suddenly came to contact each other again?

He originally wanted to decline, but he heard Jiang Xiangyu suddenly mention that a batch of old things were found at home, and there were photos of Jiang Yun's father when he was young.

Hearing this, Jiang Yun hesitated for a moment, and agreed to the invitation.

He still has many doubts about his father's sudden departure and death.

Miss Lu's mystery and the Desdemona mentioned by Zhang Qingli made him very concerned.

What happened to his father when he was about his age?And why did he die so early?And the grandma who also passed away more than 20 years ago, could it be the Desdemona Zhang Qingli said?

Jiang Yun felt that there was still a thick fog over the Jiang family, waiting for him to find the truth.

He actually wanted to ask Ms. Lu directly, but unfortunately that woman was completely insane, she dared to fight and scream when she saw Jiang Yun, wishing to swallow his flesh and blood, but she refused to say a word.

Yan Jian seemed to be very cooperative, but unfortunately he didn't know anything.

Although Yan Mo agreed to help him investigate, Jiang Yun knew that all the truth was actually hidden in that gloomy mansion.

He decided to go there himself.

But just in case, he made a phone call first.

Since last year, he has placed several eyeliners in the Jiang family's old house. The movements of the Jiang family are basically under his control. The box contains a lot of old things, probably some old photos.

They also told Jiang Yun that the Jiang family happened to have a visitor today, and maybe they asked him to go back to show their appearance.

"Guest? Who is it?" Jiang Yun asked.

"It's Jiang Xiangchu's classmate, a Frenchman." The other side replied.

Jiang Yun didn't take it to heart either, his main purpose was to take photos, and Jiang Xiangchu's classmates had nothing to do with him.

This evening, he passed by in ordinary casual clothes.

The old man was very enthusiastic when he saw him, and he blamed him for not coming back to see the old man for a long time.

Jiang Yun was puzzled.

"Come here, let me introduce you," the old man pulled Jiang Yun, "this is Xiangchu's French classmate, Lance, and his family is very influential in the French fashion circle!"

Lance was about 23 or [-] years old. His skin was as white as snow, his hair was blond, and his eyes were like expensive sapphires, shining brightly.

"Hello, Jiang Yun." He greeted Jiang Yun in fluent Chinese.