Rarely affectionate

A lunch was eaten from around the time of the meal until the afternoon. When Zhou Zhengrong was sent out, he didn't even move a chopstick.He didn't dare to move, even the young masters of gold and jade are like this, you, a servant who was brought here for trial, still want to eat big fish and big meat?

However, he couldn't help admiring the young master's sober mind, even though he was so severely stimulated, Lang Bai still didn't forget to tell him before leaving: "Don't tell anyone what happened today, otherwise I'll kill you! Also, after a while, I will have your son released, and so will your daughter, and in two days, I will have someone give her a letter of employment, so that she can learn something and use it."

Zhou Zhengrong's daughter is studying arms sanctions, so it's fine if she doesn't succeed in this profession, if she succeeds, it will definitely be a good opportunity for the Zhou family to turn around.

Zhou Zhengrong had nothing to say, so he quickly agreed to leave with a low eyebrow.

Song Qiang sent Zhou Zhengrong away, walked back to the private room and saw that Lang Bai was still in that sitting position, not moving at all.The half bowl of porridge in front of him was already cold, and the chopsticks were resting on the side. The table was full of delicacies, deserted and unspeakably desolate.

Song Qiang said: "Young master, don't be too sad. After all, it happened in the past. After all these years, your status has been placed here, and everyone can see it."

"Hateful." Lang Bai said slowly, "——It's really heartbreaking."

Song Qiang couldn't interrupt, so he had to stand aside.

"When I first entered Yuan's house, although I knew he was my father, I didn't feel close to him, because I knew that if he let me die, I would have to die. In the first few years I came here with such trepidation, people said My mother...was from a bad family background, so I could only endure it, and said to myself in my heart, after I have endured it for a few years until I grow up and leave the Yuan family, who else will remember me? What was my mother's background? By that time, I would have turned over."

Song Qiang stood behind Lang Bai, couldn't see his face, but felt his voice was trembling.

"In the past few years, my father has treated me well. Gradually, there are fewer people talking about my background. In the past two years, I have dared to bring up this topic, and I have dared to get angry and swear. I used to want to be wary of my father, but now Seeing him as his own father at all, he is so stupid that he is like his own son and doesn't know how to guard against... Ha! I treat him as his own father, do people treat me as his own son!" Lang Bai suddenly said It became sharp, and the ending sound almost broke, and it sounded a bit frightening, "——four words, God's will tricks people! Just beat me back to my original shape! What am I, I really think I am an upright son Is it? I'm just the illegitimate child of a whore girl! Pity I didn't realize it until today!"

Song Qiangzhen was shocked and said: "Little, young master, calm down... calm down..."

With a crisp snap, Lang Bai picked up the bowl in front of him and smashed it hard, causing the soup to splash with a clang.

"I can't wait to stuff myself back in and be born again! People grow smarter the bigger they get, and the bigger the fuck, the stupider I am! It's so stupid!!" Lang Bai's voice was almost roaring, "—I actually really I really take myself seriously! People say I am an illegitimate child, yet I dare to make people angry! I just found out today that I have no right to be angry. After all these years, I am still an illegitimate child, and I have nothing at all. Change! It’s just that people gave me two points of color, and I trembled by myself!!”

Song Qiang pulled him tightly: "Young master, don't do this, don't do this..."

"I knew I wouldn't recognize me! Wouldn't the child of a prostitute be a human being? He deserved to die for the second young master of their family!"

To the final coda, almost torn.

In fact, he can't be blamed, he is just 15 years old after all.If he was the son of an ordinary family, he might be a little more open-minded, and his views would be less extreme.

He spent his childhood without his father, and his mother was in that kind of business, dealing with different men, and it was already a little bit reluctant to take time to look at him.Most people in the world have the same name for their sons. Whether there is a mother is another matter, and whether there is a father is a big issue related to the surname.It is very normal for a child without a father to be pointed at the spine by the side of a mother who is a courtesan.

Finally, when he was six years old, he suddenly lost his mother when he was young, just like a child whose spine was suddenly pulled out. Before he recovered, he was sent to the home of his own father who was said to be his own.This family is not a good one, and he himself was not able to stay with his father for a few days, and was sent to the sickbed of a living dead great-grandfather in a blink of an eye.Life and death is such an important matter, if it is placed on ordinary children, it is estimated that it will scare the psychological shadow alive.

That's not enough, it's not over yet!The great-grandfather died here, and the six-year-old child hadn't woken up from the state of panic, so he was directly tied up on the other side—wasn't it accompanying him, the original intention was to be a serious young master Yuan Zou!This kidnapping was even more dangerous than ordinary kidnappings. Lang Bai thought countless times afterwards, if he had been a little stupid at the time, he would definitely have died at that time, and the eight-year-old second brother would have survived!

Deep down in Lang Bai's heart, he actually felt that this was unfair to him. When his second brother died, his mother was crying, his father was going to hold the funeral, and the serious funeral coffin fell to the ground. That was his true identity. decent.What if he died?Who can shed a tear for himself who can't even name a funeral!That's what it means to be desolate behind one's back!

Afterwards, Lang Bai dreamed of his second brother countless times. He was still eight years old, lying alone on the ground, staring at him with wide eyes, as if asking: Why am I dead?why are you still alive ——Why, why are you the young master named Yuan, and I am the illegitimate son of a prostitute?Life is unfair, life and death are fate!How can I blame others!

Lang Bai thought for a while, then slowly calmed down, and sat motionless on the chair for a long time.

Song Qiang was afraid that he would be angry—these people under the Yuan family were just those who had the status and power who had always been with Yuan Cheng. Generally, the subordinates had to choose one of the two young masters.You can't sell this one today, and run to greet another smiling face tomorrow. Isn't this a fool?Those like Song Qiang who had a grudge against Yuan Xiao naturally gathered in front of the young master. These people absolutely did not want Lang Bai to make any mistakes.Their future is tied to Lang Bai.

"Young Master Bai, you should also take it easy. Since no one has mentioned this matter for so many years, it is obvious that Mr. Yuan issued a gag order. Besides, to say something ugly," Song Qiang coughed slightly, "——Yuan In this place, as long as you can survive, it is already a victory. Now everyone knows the two young masters of the Yuan family, who knows that there is still a dead one in the middle?"

Lang Bai was silent for a long time, then sneered: "Yes, after all, I survived."

To survive is to win.You can make plans later on.

Lang Bai only vaguely knew that he had to have power, if he didn't have any power, if something happened to his father, his life would be very difficult.But he didn't really realize until today that only a little power is not enough. If he wants to stand up and be a man completely, and if he wants to get rid of the shadow of an illegitimate child, he must really grasp the real power!

What family?What father?What's the use of it!People don't have to rely on themselves in the end!

After all, Lang Bai was only 15 years old, and he felt very cold in his heart.But it's a good thing for him to know about it early, and if he knows it when he's 25 years old, I'm afraid it won't be enough for him to be disappointed.

"By the way, Young Master Bai," Song Qiang suddenly thought of something, "The Mo Fang who beat you that day has been officially suspended from school, and it is said that the police station also intervened in the investigation and locked him in a detention center. "

Lang Bai came back to his senses suddenly: "Have you suffered enough?"

"Of course you have to suffer. It's a big deal for ordinary people's children to be expelled from school."

"I see." Lang Bai pondered for a moment, "Next week you remind me to take him out of the police station, I have to think about what job to arrange for him."

Song Qiang was taken aback: "You want to use him?"

"It's useless to bump into it yourself. Song Qiang," Lang Bai said flatly, "The half-grown guy talks about loyalty, recklessness, and contempt for the powerful... It looks like two hundred and five, but as long as it is used well, it is better than the men taught by the Yuan family." much better."

He stood up, a table of food, without moving at all, was left behind him coldly.

"—At least it's more like a person than the one taught by the Yuan family." Lang Bai walked out of the box door and added with a sneer.

(2)

Yuan Cheng felt that the youngest son was a little strange during this time, and he seemed to be a little not close to his father.

Lang Bai has always been willing to get close to people. He is young and good-looking, and he is not annoying when he acts coquettishly and clingy.Yuan Cheng always felt that this youngest son revolved around him, and he could grab it with just a stretch of his hand, which was extremely convenient.

But this period of time seems to be a little different, and Yuan Cheng can't say what is different.

It seems that he talked less and had less contact with his youngest son. It seemed that there was a transparent film between him, and he could see and hear, but couldn't touch.

How did that happen?

In fact, they were still living under the same roof. The Central Garden apartment was being renovated, and Yuan Cheng wanted to give his youngest son a bigger study.Every night they ate dinner on the oval pear wood dining table in Yuan's house, and Lang Bai also served tea to his father after dinner every day. They slept next door, and they could hear it just by knocking on the door, no matter how close they were.

Why do I feel like I'm being alienated?

Yuan Cheng has always had a keener intuition than beasts, and he always pays close attention to this young son who he entrusts too many charming thoughts.He didn't believe his senses could be wrong in this regard.

That night, the father and son were sitting opposite each other for dinner. Suddenly, the old butler answered the phone and looked at Yuan Cheng: "Sir, the item from the auction house has been delivered outside the gate. Is it under your name?"

"It's time to arrive." Yuan Cheng put down the knife and fork, and wiped his hands carefully, "Be careful when bringing in."

Lang Bai didn't understand why, so he just kept eating his meal in silence.Within a few minutes, several uniformed auction house staff came in pushing an iron cart similar to a mobile table, and pushed it to the open space next to Lang Bai under the guidance of the old housekeeper. The "desktop" of the table is opened from the middle, revealing a pair of oil paintings spread flat and covered with foam plastic film.

Lang Bai studied art for a long time, and when he saw it through the plastic film, he couldn't help but put down the bowl and chopsticks.The moment the staff carefully peeled off the film, he stood up and walked quickly to the oil painting.

Yuan Cheng seemed very pleased with his youngest son's reaction: "Do you like it?"

Lang Bai coughed, "...the real one?"

"For you." Yuan Cheng said, "Do you think Dad will give you fake ones?"

Lang Baizai stared at the oil painting carefully for a while, and then asked to lift it up again. He walked a few steps away and stood there looking at it for a long time.Seeing that there was some caution in his expression, Yuan Cheng asked, "Don't you like it?"

"No, I'm just a little hard to believe..." Lang Bai laughed, "I've been collecting Chagall's albums, but this is the first time I've seen the real ones, it's too unreal."

Yuan Cheng stood up and walked behind Lang Bai.The father's stature is much taller than that of his youngest son. He effortlessly looked at the oil painting from above Lang Bai's head, put his hands on Lang Bai's shoulders, and whispered, "I gave you , are all true."

Lang Bai was silent for a while, and asked back: "Have you ever been fake?"

"……No."

When Yuan Cheng said this, he was actually a little confused. After all, he tried his best to show the appearance of a loving father in front of his youngest son, but he knew what was going on inside.

Lang Bai turned to look at his father, nodded for a while: "Thank you."

Lang Bai also said thank you before, but now it sounds slightly different.

Yuan Cheng didn't rush to buy a painting on a whim to please the child. He had heard Lang Bai accidentally mention how intoxicating a certain painting by Chagall was before, and his tone was similar to that of his praise of the single-person mortar. How artistic the appearance is.Yuan Cheng is very good at machinery, but so-so for painting. He can't understand how Chagall's paintings can be compared with single-person mortars, but after all, Lang Bai mentioned it, and he remembered it in his heart.

The way Yuan Cheng took care of his youngest son was like pursuing a lover who was much younger than himself. When he found out that Chagall's painting was sold at auction by a collector, he immediately asked his assistant to participate in the auction in his name.

There have been no artists in the Yuan family for several generations, and Lang Bai is the only Yuan family who knows how to hold a paintbrush.Yuan Cheng thought that he would be very happy when he saw the painting, but when he heard Lang Bai say thank you, he seemed not as happy as he imagined.

What happened?Or am I doing something wrong?

Yuan Chengzheng was thinking silently, when Lang Bai suddenly asked: "I remember Zhou Haohai was next to you. He studied at the London College of Art and opened a gallery. Is he still there?"

"He is Zhou Zhengrong's son." Yuan Cheng wanted to say that he was sent to prison by himself for accepting bribes a year ago, but he hesitated for a while and didn't say anything.

"Call him up someday," Lang Bai said casually, "accompany me to see the paintings or something."

Yuan Cheng paused, then laughed, "...just as long as you're happy."

Yuan Cheng has worked in this most dangerous and lucrative business for 20 years. The Yuan family's reputation is so high that it spans almost two continents. It is involved in various industries for the convenience of money laundering. It can be called a giant.Money, status, power, prestige...all the most luxurious things in the world are available for him to get as he pleases, and what he wants now is only his youngest son raised by himself.

As long as the child can come to him willingly, why wouldn't Yuan Cheng give it to him?

When Lang Bai came home a few days later, he found a black suit with a silver-gray shirt hanging in the bedroom. It had no trademark and was obviously handmade.As soon as he tried it on, the size was just right, and the waist and sleeve length were just right.

There were two applause behind him, Lang Bai suddenly turned his head, Yuan Cheng stood outside the bedroom door, smiling at him: "It seems that I have memorized your size correctly."

"..."

"As you grow up, you will be attending more and more formal occasions in the future, so you must wear some formal clothes." Yuan Cheng walked behind Lang Bai, staring deeply at the face of his youngest son from the mirror, "You can prepare this black suit." Wear it at the company's annual meeting this year."

When he heard the second half of Yuan Cheng's sentence, a strange light flashed in Lang Bai's eyes, and he suppressed it immediately, "——Well, thank you Dad."

Yuan Cheng's intuition is more sensitive than that of beasts, he felt that Lang Bai's thank you this time seemed to be happier, with an indescribable interest in it.

But Yuan Cheng didn't say anything.What does it matter? Lang Bai looks good when he is slovenly at home, and he looks good in a bathrobe after taking a shower. When he is wearing a formal suit and tie, he still catches Yuan Cheng's eyes, and he even has a different feeling.What's the big deal about letting him go to a formal social occasion outside to play around with such an eye-catching look?

He stood behind Lang Bai, admired his little son in the mirror for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and carefully fastened the second button of Lang Bai's shirt.

The silver-gray silk fabric is soft and shiny, lining the skin of the collarbone almost transparently, and there is even an illusion of floodlight under the light.

This movement almost completely encloses Lang Bai in his arms, which is a bit too intimate.Lang Bai paused for a moment, only to hear Yuan Chengfu whisper in his ear: "I was angry with you in the bar that day, but I didn't mean it. Forgive Dad, please?"

Lang Bai's fingertips were almost stiff, and he nodded after a while.

"Don't take what Dad said at the time, okay?"

Lang Bai nodded again.

Yuan Cheng smiled in satisfaction, and patted his face, "Good boy."

Lang Bai turned his head and stared at his father's hard face behind the light.Yuan Cheng enjoys the attention of his youngest son, but he looks calm, at least the 15-year-old Lang Bai can't see any special expression in his father's expression for the time being.He looked at it like this for a while, and then asked in a low voice, "Dad."

"what?"

"I have a question to ask you." Lang Bai took a breath, his voice seemed a little weak because he was too cautious, "—it's... about my mother."