Chapter 29

  Then got on the car and went to a villa area. The houses there were as beautiful as castles, with a strong antique atmosphere. The car stopped in front of a white building, next to which were several private cars with shiny bodies that showed their extraordinary value. The stone road in front of the carved iron gate led to the entrance, surrounded by wooden tables and chairs, as well as trees with distinct branches.

  "You guys wait here for a moment." Yan Bai opened the seatbelt and got out of the car.

  He Sheng gazed out the window until Yan Bo's figure disappeared, then turned to Yuan Zhi, whose profile was as cold and hard as an ice sculpture, his tightly pursed lips having lost all color.

  He Sheng couldn't help but raise his hand and stroke his chin, whispering, "Don't be sad, Yuan Zhi."

  Yuan Zhi didn't look at her, he just grasped her hand in his and responded casually.

  Yan Bai quickly walked out again, with several more people by his side, including a formally dressed Yuan Chongyang, an elegant and refined woman, and a young girl about the same age as He Shuang.

  Yuan Chongyang's hand gently rested on the little girl's back, saying something that made the people around him burst out laughing, a warm and harmonious atmosphere filled the air.

  He Sheng's hand tightened, she turned her head and found that Yuan Zhi was also looking in the same direction. In his glass-like eyes, various emotions surged, many of which were unreadable, but one thing He Sheng understood clearly - it was envy.

  Just like a long time ago when I saw Qian Zhao's younger brother making new cotton-padded jacket for He Jun, at that time I was in the same state, yearning and envying what I couldn't get.

  Yuan Chongyang is Yuan Zhi's father, and the hatred between them cannot overturn this conclusion. The child wants to be close to his relatives, which is an instinct that Yuan Zhi can understand.

  As several people approached, everyone's expression sank, and they tacitly understood that this was not a pleasant encounter. Yuan Chongyang glanced over and turned to leave for the car in front, while the elegantly dressed woman helped the girl tidy up her clothes, said a few more words, and followed him.

  Yan Bai led the girl to He Song's car, and as soon as the rear door opened and closed, a faint fragrance wafted out from inside. He Song glanced at the girl a few times, she was very pretty, with the typical elegance of a rich family's daughter. She also looked at He Song, her eyes filled with curiosity, but in the next second, she turned to Yuan Zhi, hesitated for a while, and then called out resolutely: "Brother!"

  His voice was as soft as cotton candy, Yuan Zhi didn't even hum a sound, and suddenly pinched He Sheng's hand, the next second he touched her face, frowned, "Are you cold?"

  He Shuang stole a glance at the neglected girl, who was biting her lip and looked very wronged. She lowered her head and said, "It's okay!"

  "Where is your glove?"

  "I didn't bring it."

  "Stupid, you don't even know how to use what you've made yourself." After finishing, he kicked the driver's seat with one foot and angrily said, "Don't you know to turn up the air conditioning?"

  The driver hastily adjusted the temperature in the car, He Song lowered his head and slightly furrowed his brow. The little girl was startled by his sudden movement and shrank into the corner. Yan Bai turned sideways and looked at him with a faint gaze without saying a word.

  The already unpleasant atmosphere became even more awkward, with no one speaking, only the mechanical hum of the car's air conditioner.

  The venue was set in a farm on the outskirts of the city, and when they arrived, many people had already gathered. At the entrance, several red-faced businessmen were laughing loudly, and when they saw their cars approaching, someone joked and shouted: "Director Yuan is really making us wait, and his arrogance is getting higher and higher."

  Yuan Chongyang got off the car and smiled: "Mr. Wu, you're too polite, this month you can take it back, as the saying goes, courtesy calls for reciprocity!"

  After finishing speaking, he beckoned to Zhu Zhan with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes full of kindness, "Zhu Zhan, come here!"

  Yuan Zhi sneered, hooking up the corners of his mouth, with both hands in his pockets, and stuck to He Sheng's ear, saying: "I'll come find you later, don't run around!"

  Then he walked towards Yuan Chongyang, He Song stood in a daze, watching the dazzling sunlight cast a halo on the young man's body. Yuan Chongyang's hand was placed on Yuan Zhi's shoulder, just like when he helped the little girl earlier. His intelligent face showed obvious delight, and even Yuan Zhi was smiling warmly as they chatted. Amidst the surrounding applause and laughter, one could hear exaggerated words of praise.

  Everyone seemed to be happy, He Sheng lowered his head and looked at the tip of his own feet. In the past, adults often said that the beautiful mushrooms in the mountains were all highly toxic, so the better they looked, the farther away they should be... Is it like them, the more beautiful the expression is, the more sorrowful the foundation is?

  "Do you live with my brother?"

  He Sheng turned his head to look at the girl who got off the car, she nodded, "Uh-huh."

  "He seems to be good to you."

  He Shuang didn't speak, and she continued, "In the past, my brother was very good to me, but now we haven't seen each other for a long time and have become somewhat estranged."

  "Oh!" She didn't know how to respond, remained silent for a while, and nodded blankly, "Like that!"

  The other person looked at her strangely and was about to say something when the noble woman walked over, "Shu Yun, what are you standing there for? Come here!"

  "Mom, I'll talk to her for a bit."

  Zhu Meiyan adjusted her cloak, her gaze swept over He Sheng with a hint of indifference, but also without any kindness. She supported Yuan Shuyun's shoulder and smiled, "Mom told you not to casually talk to people, why didn't you listen?"

  "No, she and her brother live together, I just asked her some things."

  "There's nothing good to hear, let's go see your dad first!"

  "No, Dad is busy right now, I'll talk to this person for a bit."

  Zhu Meiyan's expression turned cold, "What do you want to ask? I've told you countless times that person has nothing to do with you, why won't you listen?" She stared straight into Yuan Shuyun's eyes, enunciating each word: "That little brat shouldn't have been surnamed Yuan, it's purely because he was lucky, and he's not your brother. The blood in his veins was squeezed out by the trampling of thousands."

  "Mom, can't you say that!" Yuan Zhi had spent some time with Yuan Shuyun when he first entered the Yuan family. Children from wealthy families are all growing up with loneliness, and Yuan Shuyun is no exception. Seeing a handsome brother naturally makes her happy, especially since she has been in poor health since childhood, and several times when she was bedridden with fever, it was Yuan Zhi who took care of her. In a certain sense, she didn't reject Yuan Zhi, on the contrary, that memory is very important to her.

  The previous generation's experience she knew a little, Zhu Meiyan constantly instilled in her that Yuan Zhi was unbearable from birth, hoping that her daughter could fight with herself on the same front. Most women who are married view marriage as the most important process in life, and now they have such a stain leading to such behavior is also understandable, but thinking deeply can be seen that these things have nothing to do with Yuan Zhi?

  So she understood her mother while sympathizing with Yuan Zhi.

  A waiter carrying a tray of drinks passed by, and He Song, who had been quietly standing aside, suddenly stumbled and bumped into the waiter. The cups on the tray fell to the ground, but fortunately did not break as they landed on the thick grass. However, the contents spilled all over, especially on Zhu Meiyan, whose expensive beige evening gown was ruined by the colorful stains.

  The winter under the sunlight suddenly became colder, the waiter came to his senses and his whole face turned white, he kept bowing and apologizing, humbly to the extreme.

  Zhu Meiyan didn't even let out a startled cry, and instead remained calm and composed, befitting her status as the chairman's wife. She waved her hand and said calmly, "It's nothing, just pick up the things on the floor."

  The young waiter didn't dare say a word, and with trembling hands, he quickly picked up the cups and retreated.

  Zhu Meiyan shifted her gaze to He Sheng's face, "You did that on purpose."

  "It's too cold, I'm not steady." He Song said in a low voice, his eyes still staring at the ground, with a humble and submissive tone.