My Professor Shen

Within 10 minutes, the cordon had been removed, leaving water stains on the marbled floor.

The makeup artist dyed Shen Li's hair. With dark hair, full forehead, and thin red lips, you can still vaguely see the handsomeness of the old days.

His quiet appearance made Shen Qingchuan a little stunned, the corners of his clothes were pulled, and a cowardly childish voice sounded, "Sister..."

Shen Qingchuan came back to his senses, looked down, and saw a small face carved in pink and jade. The little girl was wearing a white filial dress, accepting the condolences from all directions on her behalf.

"My sister is looking at you, hurry up and call someone." The middle-aged couple urged in a low voice, with obvious joy on their faces, their hands hidden in the shadows pushing the child's shoulders.

Judging by the very similar appearance, it should be the little girl's parents who want to take this opportunity to get close to the new person in power.But the little girl grew up in the Shen residence almost from birth, and rarely had contact with her parents. Her clean and pure eyes were full of uneasiness and ignorance.

Shen Qingchuan glanced at them indifferently, and the middle-aged couple instantly felt thorns on their backs, and laughed without saying a word.

I don't know where to pick up the chrysanthemum, and the little girl's white and tender fingertips are dyed light yellow.

"Well..." There was only a whisper, and the little girl sat firmly on Shen Qingchuan's arm.

"What's your name?" Shen Qingchuan nodded her round nose.

The little girl's eyelashes flickered, her twinkling peach blossom eyes were almost the same as Shen Qingchuan's, and her childish voice said, "Sister, my name is Shen Yi."

Do you remember, the Sri Lankan has passed away, so what can be recalled.

Shen Qingchuan stared at the crystal coffin and frowned, then corrected Shen Yi: "It's my cousin, not my sister."

A child's world is always simple, and they don't understand the twists and turns behind people's hearts. She hugged Shen Qingchuan's neck and shouted happily, "Cousin!"

Shen Yi didn't notice the sudden embarrassment on her parents' faces.

"You did a good job at noon, thank you." Shen Qingchuan stroked her braid.

Being praised, Shen Yi shyly twisted her body, her cheeks flushed slightly, and in the next second, her moist lips touched the woman's fragile skin.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, and said seriously: "Children can't mess with their relatives casually."

Shen Yi didn't understand, and asked: "Why?"

"There is no reason, you will know when you grow up." Jiang Ling said perfunctorily.

Shen Qingchuan was in a much better mood, hugged her with one hand, turned around and bowed deeply to the guests outside the door, and said loudly: "Thank you everyone for taking the time to attend my father's memorial service."

She never mentioned the riot that happened just now, the whispering discussion disappeared instantly, and all the spirits present pretended that nothing happened.

Wang Guiyun raised the corners of his lips, and immediately realized that the occasion was not right, so he sighed heavily, and said earnestly: "My niece is sorry, the group still has a whole family waiting for you to preside over the overall situation."

Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and said softly: "Thank you, Director Wang, for your concern."

A word of niece, a word of Wang Dong, the intimacy is immediately apparent, Wang Guiyun is looking for boredom, and his face is slightly stiff.

Everyone understands that the upstarts in the business circle have gradually risen, and they are getting close and friendly, but they have forgotten the purpose of this gathering.

This time without even crossing the threshold of the hall, Shen Qingchuan went through the process again with a cold face.

After the bustle, the room was left deserted, the best time for cremation had passed, but no one dared to rush in such a huge funeral home.

Shen Qingchuan rubbed his sore brows, walked slowly to Shen Li's side, sat on the steps indifferently, and muttered to himself with his head against the crystal coffin.

"It's over, are you satisfied after looking at it?" She laughed to herself and shook her head, "Anyway, it's much more lively than it was ten years ago."

Su Liman's burial and memorial service were held at the cemetery at the same time. She had no relatives and no reason in this city. After death, the ceremony was not performed by her husband. The funeral was little known and few people came.

Jiang Ling stood by the side like a stick and waited silently.

"Why are you so face-saving, is it hard to talk about being sick?" Shen Qingchuan clenched his hands on his knees suddenly.

It was deserted and silent, and no one answered.

Surrounded by tigers and wolves, Shen Li was very suspicious. After discovering that Shen Ming's identity was inappropriate, he immediately notified the lawyer to make a will. inherit.

The lawyer found her half an hour ago, and the signing date on the will was so eye-catching.

Since Shen Li found out that Shen Ming's identity was in doubt, if it wasn't for the fact that his health was getting worse and his mind was exhausted, how could he tolerate such a big grasshopper jumping around.

"According to the results of the DNA test, it is 99.9999% possible for the sample to be related to biological uncles and nephews..."

In the pocket of Shen Qingchuan's suit jacket were two parentage test reports, one with a faint ink fragrance, which was the investigation result brought back by Ah San, and one with yellowed paper, which was sandwiched between the will brought by the lawyer.

Grandpa cheated on her and concealed the fact that she had an illegitimate child, but after decades of retribution, her eldest son Shen Li was punished. Jiang Ling couldn't help but lament the truth.

Shen Qingchuan had a very vague impression of the long-dead Mr. Shen, and only vaguely remembered the complimenting words about their husband and wife in the newspapers——the husband and wife were deeply affectionate, and the piano played harmoniously.

"The despicable genes are still despicable." Shen Qingchuan's eyes became cold, and he didn't care about scolding himself.

She squatted down, picked up the bouquets that had been trampled on the ground one by one, arranged the broken branches and leaves and laid them beside Shen Li.

Bending down to wipe away the muddy footprints on the crystal coffin, Shen Qingchuan took a deep breath.

After a long time, she calmly said: "Burn it."

The dirge sounded, echoing in the empty room.

Shen Qingchuan watched helplessly as Shen Li was pushed into the cremation furnace, the blazing fire was separated by a small iron door, and the faint light leaking from the gap reflected on his face.

A short distance away is the distance between life and death, sparks fly, and there is no such person in the world.

Shen Yuan stared at the shadow on the ground in a daze.

"Little uncle." Shen Qingchuan frowned after calling him a few times without responding.

With the strength on his shoulders, Shen Yuan slowly raised his eyes, and said bluntly: "What, what's the matter?"

Shen Qingchuan caught a glimpse of the tears flashing from the corner of his eyes, his heart softened, and he asked, "Has the cemetery been chosen?"

"I've chosen." Shen Yuan turned around and covered his face with his cuff, and then regained his composure, "It's in the south of the city, next to Madam."

Shen Qingchuan pinched his knuckles and made a slight crisp sound, "Let's go north of the city."

After finishing speaking, before Shen Yuan had time to react, she hurriedly left with a straight face without looking back.

It was now close to four in the afternoon, the sun had softened, and a flowing breeze brushed her face, curling a few strands of hair.

Shen Qingchuan looked into the distance with deep eyes.

Sorry, I can't choose to forgive for my mother.

"Sister." Jiang Ling took her hand and interlocked her fingers, "Let's go home."

Shen Qingchuan smiled, her eyes seemed to be dazzled by the wind, her eye sockets were moist, she repeated hoarsely: "Okay, let's go home."

-

The new January is step by step.

It's just that Ah San didn't stop, he had several scars on his face, and the number of bodyguards secretly guarding around the Qingshan villa increased instead of decreasing.

Ah San pushed open the study door, "Miss, my condolences."

He had always sneered at Shen Li's volatile man, so he didn't feel anything about his death, and even felt a little joy in his heart.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes from the document and raised his chin, "Third Uncle, drink some water."

The group's mess is not small. The new official Shen Qingchuan took office vigorously and vigorously. He not only paid the arrears in batches, but also optimized the internal structure of the company and dismissed many moths. However, some old and stubborn people are still tenacious.

There were black and blue under her eye circles, and her demeanor was much more restrained and calm.

"Hey." Ah San wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, and pressed her temples with a peaked cap.

After he drank the water, he felt that the heat in his body had dissipated a lot.

Ah San waved her sleeves, bringing a cool breeze, "Miss, what do you want from me?"

Shen Qingchuan signed his signature on the blank space at the bottom of the document, took out a small wooden box from the drawer and pushed it in front of Ah San, "This."

Ah San raised the lid suspiciously, and there were two rolled up tissues inside, "This is?"

"Shen Minghe..." Shen Qingchuan was stunned for a moment, then cleared his throat and said, "He Shen Li's hair, within a month I want to see the kinship test report of everyone in the Shen residence."

"Miss, you mean..." Ah San clenched her fists.

Shen Qingchuan nodded, the corners of his lips raised undetectably, "Yes, I suspect that my uncle, whom I have never met, is not terminally ill as Shen Ming said, and he should still be lurking in Shen's house."

"I'll go right away!" Ah San said excitedly, impatiently going to perform the task.

He had waited too long for this day, and every time the young lady prevaricated herself with the excuse that "the time has not come".

"Be careful." Shen Qingchuan warned.

I am in the open and the enemy is in the dark, and the enemy's methods are cruel, even my own son can choose to give up.

-

One late night, the Shen family's study room was brightly lit, and the cleaning aunt almost made a detour.

"She's investigating." The black-clothed bodyguard said coldly. He was standing next to him. The thin clothes wrapped his solid muscles, but they could also give people an explosive visual impact.

The person above gave a faint "hmm" and concentrated on reading, "Let them check it, children are just playing house."

"Then this report?" The bodyguard hesitated.

The chandelier swayed, the person sitting took off his glasses, stood up slowly, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, the silver wires were distinct, and the normally drooping eyebrows and eyes were cold and hard, and they were a bit dark.

The truth that Shen Qingchuan has been looking for is far away in the sky and right in front of his eyes.

Shen Yuan breathed into the mirror, "Since my good niece wants to know, let her wish be granted."

"Then I'll put the report back right away." After hearing this, the bodyguard turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Shen Yuan stopped him, and took a new one from the table, "Use this."

With a sound of "tearing", the real report was shredded and thrown into the trash can, and a figure of 99.9999% could be vaguely seen on the last page.

The calligraphy works on the wall were discarded and thrown on the ground, Shen Yuan walked around the room a few times, rubbing his toes hard on the inscription.

The bodyguard's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"How is Ming?"

"Master, he... he said his back hurts every day."

Shen Yuan snorted coldly, "It really is useless waste."