The Jiang family's old house has a lot of history. To be exact, every window in the house has a history of hundreds of years. The old gatehouse has lattice windows, and the towering old trees in the courtyard can be viewed by lotus and willow trees.
It was first built during the Qianlong period, when Jiangnan style was prevalent, so the Jiang family’s old house has a Jiangnan charm, but also has the style of the capital city.
The ancestors of the Jiang family have been officials for generations, and the old house has also been passed down from generation to generation. However, with the outbreak of the war, the old house was not spared. The fate of the old house of the Jiang family is reflected in the mist and rain of many buildings.
After the world was at peace, the old house returned to the hands of the Jiang family after several twists and turns. The elders of the Jiang family worked hard to get the old house back.
This is why even though there are many people in the Beijing circle and they are powerful and wealthy, they are unable to compete with the Jiang family. The Jiang family's entangled roots in Beishi began a hundred years ago.
Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang had three sons and one daughter. When the old man was alive, the Jiang family still adhered to the ancestral tradition and lived in the old house. Later, when the power of the Jiang family changed, the daughter of the Jiang family was the first to move out of the old house, followed by the second son of the Jiang family.
After Jiang Nianyan returned to the Jiang family to recognize his ancestors, he did not live in the old house. He had his own real estate in his name and would only return to the old house during the holidays.
Therefore, the old house is equivalent to the eldest son's family living with Mrs. Jiang.
Mrs. Jiang has an open-minded temperament and is used to being independent, so she is not as strict as the old man on whether the children should stay or go, and she can just let the children decide.
Outsiders say that Mrs. Jiang is indifferent and has high eyes, but she actually has some tendencies in this regard.
She didn't pay attention to how many famous ladies in the capital, and how many high-ranking officials came to visit her but stayed behind closed doors. Her temper was quite unruly.
But he only loves Yu Nian.
I really fell in love with it from the first moment I saw it.
When Yu Nian was not in Bei City, she would always call Yu Nian frequently, and they could chat for a long time.
The housekeeper personally led his servants to greet "Mr. Three" at the door.
This is the title that Mr. Jiang asked the housekeeper to change when he was still alive. Before, the housekeeper always used to call him young master. The old man frowned. In what age are you called young master?
Therefore, the housekeeper learned wisely. The eldest young master will be called Mr. Da, and the second young master will be called Mr. Er. The third young lady will not be ranked in seniority, but the housekeeper will still be called Miss. Jiang Nianyan is the third son in the family and the youngest son, so the seniority will be ranked I gave it to him and became Mr. Three.
When Jiang Yan entered the house, it was windy outside, it seemed like it was going to rain, and it was very dark.
The wind blew into the hall, making it chilly.
Yu Nian couldn't help but shudder.
Mrs. Jiang's attention was all on Jiang Nianyan, and she didn't notice that Yu Nian's expression was abnormal. After all, he was the youngest son that the old lady loved most. He had suffered so much when he was young, so naturally he felt more distressed.
The old lady came up to greet her and asked warmly, "Why are you back today? The weather outside is not good, so be careful to catch a cold."
Jiang Nianyan was wearing a dark half-sleeved T-shirt and black suit pants, which made him tall and tall. Behind him was a large floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window, the night was dark and treacherous, and the shadows of the trees swayed like ghosts. When he looked towards the room, his eyes seemed dark and so heavy that it made people feel heart-stopping.
Their eyes met through the air, and Yu Nian's heart suddenly rose in his throat.
However, Jiang Ze sat over, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and held her hand with one hand, surprised, "Nian Nian, why are your hands so cold?"
Then he raised his eyes and asked the housekeeper, "Adjust the indoor temperature."
The butler did as he was told.
Yu Nian subconsciously took out her hand, and when she wanted to push Jiang Ze's arm away, Jiang Ze tightened his arm, and she frowned slightly, "Jiang Ze."
There was a vague feeling in my heart that Jiang Ze did this on purpose.
Even without raising her head to look, she could feel Jiang Nianyan's gaze pressing down on her. It had a strong oppressive force, wrapping around her like a rope, making her breathing difficult.
"Are there guests at home?" Jiang Nianyan's voice seemed to be smiling when he spoke, and he was asking about Mrs. Jiang, but his eyes were always on Yu Nian without covering up.
Before Mrs. Jiang could speak, Jiang Ze spoke first, "Uncle, she is the Yu Nian I mentioned to you, my fiancée."
"The daughter of the Yu family." Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Nianyan's hand and added, "I made an engagement with Ah Ze many years ago."
"The Yu family?" Jiang Nianyan stepped forward, took the hand towel delivered by the butler, and said casually, "The Yu family that went bankrupt half a year ago?"
Yu Nian felt as if someone had slapped him in the face.
There was also Mrs. Jiang who looked not so pretty. She patted Jiang Nianyan's arm lightly and said, "Shopping malls are like battlefields. Who can guarantee that anyone can have spring all year round? I like this little girl very much. Maybe This is called fate."
The meaning is quite obvious.
"Grandma Jiang." Yu Nian finally broke free from Jiang Ze's shackles, stepped forward and respectfully said to Mrs. Jiang, "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to deal with. I'm going to leave now. I'll see you another day."
Mrs. Jiang was stunned, "Huh?"
"Nian Nian." Jiang Ze stood up and stepped forward, and gently hugged her waist in front of Jiang Nianyan, as if he was intimate. "Didn't you agree to come back to have dinner with grandma? I understand, are you afraid of life? My uncle is one of our family members, and it's rare for him to come back."
Jiang Nianyan's eyes were indifferent, falling on Jiang Ze's smiling face, and then back on Yu Nian. He just smiled lightly and said, "Miss Yu, do you want to accept your birth?"
Yu Nian was now sure that Jiang Ze did it on purpose. When he saw the driver of Jiang Nianyan in the underground garage, he probably already guessed something. Now he is pretending to be harmonious without making a fuss. I wonder if he has other plans or is afraid that Mrs. Jiang will worry.
Mrs. Jiang is now deaf to what is going on outside the window. Sometimes she goes out to drink tea with her regular friends, and sometimes she takes care of flowers and plants and reads at home. She is good at calligraphy, and she often dances with her writing.
Despite the secret quarrels between the children of the Jiang family, they still care about Old Mrs. Jiang. No one wants to bother her with outside matters, so they protect the old lady very well.
So Yu Nian felt like he was in a world of ice and fire.
Jiang Ze stood close to her, as passionate as fire. In front of her stood Jiang Nianyan, as cold as frost.
This state made Yu Nian very uncomfortable, but he didn't want Mrs. Jiang to notice the clues.
Mrs. Jiang is a member of the Yu family who treats her very well even if something happens to her. She cannot bear to hurt or let down this kindness.
"It's rare for your family to get together, so I won't disturb you." Yu Nian forced himself to be generous, "Besides, I really have something to do."
"What about your family? I don't like hearing what you say like that." Mrs. Jiang missed Yu Nian so much that she would not let her go so easily.
He gently took her hand and said, "Don't you miss grandma? Even if it's a big deal, you have to eat first. It's almost dinner time." Turning to look at Jiang Nianyan, "Third brother, will you stay home for dinner?"
"Of course." Jiang Nianyan curled his lips slightly.
