Cherish...this blessing.
Zheng Ruqian smiled angrily, and the depression in his heart dissipated. He raised his head and looked at Master Ren, "You think so too?"
Master Ren hesitated for a moment and did not deny it.
No matter how gorgeous the silk and satin Zheng Ruqian is wearing, it is just silk and satin. There are also damask, brocade, silk, and countless precious and rare fabrics on it.
Money can buy silk and satin, but it cannot buy power, let alone connections.
"Child." Mr. Ren said earnestly, "I know you have resentment over the years, but as long as you are a child of the Ren family, you will not be short of anything."
Even now, what needs to be finalized most is still the bloodline.
But even the Jiang family couldn't find a way to identify Jiang Sheng, so how could the Ren family identify Zheng Ruqian?
Recognizing relatives by shedding blood is not valid, dates can be faked, and even body shape and face can be replaced in the vast sea of people. In the end, one can only rely on the longing for relatives and full of love.
Rather than simply retaining bloodline and descendants.
Zheng Ruqian touched the ugly knot on his waist. He lost his previous depression and was unwilling to worry about whether he was his biological son or not. Instead, he asked with interest, "May I ask Master Ren, how will you treat me after you recognize me?" I?"
"Of course I will be the second son of the Ren family. I will teach you how to study, and arrange a wedding for you." Mr. Ren looked happy, "As long as you are a child of the Ren family, there is no way to treat you unfairly."
"Oh." Zheng Ruqian said thoughtfully, "Then I dare to ask, can you compare with the eldest son?"
Master Ren was startled again.
The housekeeper behind him couldn't hold it in anymore, "How dare you compete with the eldest son? The eldest son is a legitimate legitimate son, and you are just a concubine born to a brothel girl. If the master treats you generously, you must be kind and understanding." How can you compare with your legitimate son?"
There is a world of difference between direct descendants and concubines.
The legitimate son of the Ren family can discuss marriage with a third-grade official, but the concubine usually has contact with merchant girls.
The legitimate son of the Ren family has the support of the whole family, but the concubine has the most support.
Obviously there can only be a legitimate son in this world, but you have to give birth to a bastard, and then tell them that your origin determines everything, and you are not as noble as the legitimate son.
In an instant, Zheng Ruqian understood Zhu Changyu's unwillingness.
He also understood that in the hearts of the Ren family, he was just a bloodline living outside.
That's all.
He was no longer feeling lost, nor was he depressed in his heart. He raised his head, with sincerity on his square face.
"I can't afford the blessings of the Ren family, and I have nothing to do with the Ren family. I came here just for those two East Pearls. If Master Ren can part with me, I am willing to pay double the money. If it is difficult for Master Ren to part with me, I will not." I wish I wasted your time in vain.”
He cupped his hands, showing the shrewdness and ability of a businessman in every move.
The housekeeper frowned, feeling surprised and uncertain.
Master Ren sighed, "You kid, why do you need to compare yourself to your legitimate son? Returning to the Ren family will be a good thing for you in terms of power, connections, and money."
In response, Zheng Ruqian looked up to the sky and laughed three times.
The Ren family is indeed a big family, and Young Master Ren does have a bright future, but what does this have to do with him?
Does he lack power?
Does he lack connections?
Is he short of money?
Wearing silk is just that there are many colors and styles to choose from. It's not that he can't afford silk and brocade silk. He is no longer the young man crying at the back door of the brothel. He is now the second master of the imperial businessman Zheng.
"It seems that Mr. Ren is not willing to sell Dongzhu." Zheng Ruqian handed over his hand, "In that case, I will back off, excuse me."
The two of them turned around and left without any hesitation.
Master Ren was shocked again, as if he didn't expect that there would be anyone who was not moved by the power of the Ren family.
Some of the words came out of the housekeeper's mouth because he felt guilty in his heart for the child he had not taken care of for eighteen years. As long as he was willing to return to the Ren family and be a dutiful bastard, he would be able to enjoy wealth and wealth in this life.
But what about the child who doesn’t want to?
He touched his chest with his right hand, and when his fingertips touched something hard, he quickly took it out and said with all his strength, "Wait a minute...this Dongzhu is here for you."
It’s not that some father’s love is absent, it’s just that it’s too thin.
If it's so thin that two dong beads can make up for it, if it's so thin that it can be healed in two days.
Zheng Ruqian paused in his steps. After thinking briefly, he turned around and took the two East Pearls, and then placed two ingots of gold in Master Ren's expectant eyes.
What you think of as a father's love is nothing more than a transaction of equal value in the eyes of a child.
After examining Dongzhu and taking it back into his arms, Zheng Ruqian never looked at the gorgeous and spacious Ren Mansion again, turned around and walked away in a stride.
He seemed to be venting some kind of emotion, his steps getting bigger and faster, as if he was competing.
Wang Xiaosong had no choice but to take small steps. When his steps gradually slowed down, he asked softly, "Master, are you sad?"
"No, it's not." Zheng Ruqian wiped the corner of his eyes, "If I were eight years old this year, I would be sad, but I am already eighteen years old, how can I still be sad."
"Then you... just now..." Wang Xiaosong hesitated, not knowing whether he should ask.
Zheng Ruqian turned his head, still broad-mouthed, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, "I was just thinking that the eighteen-year-old Zheng Erye had resisted the temptation to return to Ren's house. If I hadn't met my sister at the age of nine, if I hadn't Huang Shang, if I didn’t become the prince’s younger brother and the county governor’s eldest brother, would I obediently do my duty as a bastard?”
Maybe.
In a parallel time and space, Xiao Ruqian was taken back to the unfamiliar Ren family, met his unfamiliar aunt, and filled the yard with unfamiliar maids and servants. How difficult must his life be?
Those first-time guilt, in the day-to-day disappointment, will turn into a sharp blade to stab the child who was abandoned at the age of nine.
He once envied his third and fifth brothers for their superior backgrounds, and also longed for rich and powerful parents. It was not until the moment when his dream came true that he discovered that being wealthy and powerful was not necessarily a good thing. His parents do not necessarily prefer him.
After all, the money and power from the outside world are just external forces. The real confidence comes from oneself and from the hard work day and night.
He is Mr. Zheng. He has an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. He also has countless businesses, countless long-term and short-term workers, and money.
Father or mother, let the wind go.
The two of them walked to Baobao Street, where the horse was still snoring. Wang Xiaosong untied the reins, and the master and servant were preparing to leave for Anshui County.
But before he could take two steps, the road was blocked.
A girl with a square face stopped in front and asked in a loud voice, "Are you a child of the Ren family? Are you my brother? My name is Ren Jiaojiao, and I want to see my second brother."
Zheng Ruqian rubbed Dongzhu, whose palms were shiny, and opened the small curtain, "No, I have a sister. She is waiting for me to come home in Anshui County."
Then he held up the beads and looked at them, confirming that they would be beautiful when inlaid on embroidered shoes. He lowered the curtain with satisfaction.
"Xiaosong, go home."
"Give my sister some embroidered shoes."
