When Rong Jiuci opened the door and entered the tea room, Yan Laozheng was wearing a dark red Tang suit, sitting cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking tea.
Rong Jiuci walked over and sat across from Mr. Yan. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Yan and said, "Old Yan, if I remember correctly, you called me to invite me for tea. Why am I still a guest?"
Before it arrived, you, the master, drank it?"
As he spoke, he took the teapot over.
"Isn't it because you came too slowly?"
Rong Jiuci took a sip and put down the tea cup: "If I knew that I would only be able to drink this tea after coming, then I wouldn't come."
Hearing this, Mr. Yan couldn't help laughing and scolding: "What's wrong with my tea? I planted it in the plum garden, picked it myself before the rain, fried it myself, and then buried it under the plum tree for more than half a year to get rid of the heat.
People who want to drink it can’t get it.”
Rong Jiuci said nothing, but looked disgusted.
"Hey, I knew you were thinking about my good things when you came here." Mr. Yan snorted, then opened the drawer at hand, took out a wooden box from it, and filled the tea with a wooden spoon.
After the tea was brewed, Rong Jiuci took it. He smelled the fragrant orchid-like aroma and drank it all in one gulp.
Mr. Yan was so angry that he scolded him for chewing peonies. After pouring Rong Jiuci a second cup, he was afraid that he would drink it all again and bring disaster to his rare mother tree Dahongpao, so he hurriedly called him to see the scenery.
"Look at the plum blossoms outside the window. They are blooming beautifully during this heavy snowfall."
"Well, they are blooming very well. In previous years, the plum blossoms have almost faded. This year is also rare."
"Of course, otherwise, can I tell you that the weather is nice today and let you enjoy the scenery with me?"
"I have already admired the scenery of this plum garden, but Mr. Yan asked me to come here today, so it should be more than just plum blossom viewing."
Mr. Yan raised his eyes and looked at Rong Jiuci: "As expected, I can't hide anything from you." He turned around and said, "Come out."
Soon a slender figure walked out.
It was Ye Mingyu.
"Jiuci meets again."
"Well, we meet again." Rong Jiuci raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Mingyu: "The makeup artist we hired is good, and the injuries on his face were well covered."
This sentence instantly reminded Ye Mingyu of the incident where he was beaten by Rong Jiuci and then beaten by Cheng Linchuan yesterday.
The expression on his face suddenly darkened.
Rong Jiuci still had a cold expression on his face. The invisible auras of the two people collided in the room, and even the air became stagnant for a while.
"well--"
Mr. Yan sighed and said helplessly: "You two brothers can't talk to each other well, so you have to tear down my teahouse to be happy? If that's really the case, then I can tell you, I don't care what you do.
Stay and decorate the tea room for me, do you hear me?"
Ye Mingyu laughed first: "How can we? We are not some lawless monkeys who came to your hometown to demolish your home."
"I think you are not even as good as Monkey King." Mr. Yan snorted: "At least Monkey King is making trouble in Tiangong, not Huaguo Mountain, let alone Shuilian Cave."
"Mr. Yan, don't worry. Since my sister is married to Jiu Ci, we are a family. Even if we have some quarrels, we can just talk about it and let it go. How can we really take action."
Mr. Yan was very satisfied with Ye Mingyu's statement. He looked at Rong Jiuci and said, "Jiuci, just give me a face this time and let me be a peacemaker and expose all the past things.
How about living a good life with Wan Xin?"
"not so good."
Rong Jiuci's tone was calm, but he had no intention of compromising: "I will not live a good life with Ye Wanxin, let alone be with her. In fact, if it is not the most appropriate use of her as a shield, that wedding
Nor will there be.
I will not let her go, not to mention that she cut her wrists and committed suicide. Even if she cuts off her own head now and blood is splashed on the spot, I will send her to the court and let her face trial."
Ye Mingyu's face suddenly changed, and anger burst out from the bottom of his heart. He slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Rong Jiuci: "Do you really not care about the slightest bit of friendship?"
Unlike Ye Mingyu's anger, Rong Jiuci's expression remained calm: "Ye Mingyu, you should know that I am already very concerned about friendship. If I hadn't still cared about the friendship between our two families, Ye Wanxin would have had no chance to commit suicide."
Ye Mingyu heard the chill and murderous intent in Rong Jiuci's words. His heart sank, and at the same time he felt even more unworthy of his sister.
Mr. Yan couldn't stand it anymore: "Can you young people stop being so hot-tempered? If you have anything to say, please be careful. What you say may hurt the feelings between each other."
This sentence is not meant to persuade, but rather to be addressed to Rong Jiuci.
Rong Jiuci looked away, and said with a faint smile: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for your kind words, but I still have to live up to your good intentions."
Yan Laojiang called Rong Jiuci out of the tea room: "Jiuci, you must be very clear about the reason why Mingyu came to see me today. In our friendship for so many years, I have never made any request to you. Please see it now.
For my sake, stop making trouble.
You should be very clear that the conflict between your two families has affected not only the friendship between your two families, but also the tens of thousands of employees who depend on the Yip family and the Rong family. For their sake, I have to come forward to give you a few words of advice.
Jiuci, hold your hand high!"
Rong Jiuci smiled and said: "I once read a story when I was young. This story said that a group of children were playing on the railway track. The children were naughty and destroyed the railway track. At this time, the train came quickly and faced
The train has two options for the damaged railway track. The first is to knock down the track where the ten children who destroyed the track are located.
The second option is to turn the track over to the side of another child who has only one child but did not destroy anything. Mr. Yan, if the choice is in your hands at this time, what will you choose?"
Mr. Yan said: "I admit that the child of the Song family is innocent. Mingyu has sent people to find Nannan. As long as he is alive, he will be found. Moreover, he also promised to take care of Nannan and pick up Mrs. Song.
Although the life after this is still a bit unfair, to be fair, this is the best ending for the two ancestors of the Song family."
"Old Yan is right, this is the best ending for the living. But what about the dead?"
"What dead person?"
"Mr. Yan, do you know why my grandfather would rather give up 2% of the original shares to let An An enter the ancestral grave of my Rong family?"
"Why?" Mr. Yan looked at the expression on Rong Jiuci's face, and his heart jumped suddenly: "Could it be..."
"That's right. Ye Wanxin planned the kidnapping, and the girl she eventually killed was my and Murong Rong's biological daughter. She was also the little princess of my Rong family."
"As a father, because of Rong Rong's body, I am afraid that she will not be able to accept it, so I can only let her be buried in the Rong family's ancestral grave in obscurity. But this does not mean that I can let her die in vain."
"The hatred for killing a daughter is irreconcilable, so Mr. Yan is very sorry."