In the study room.
Shen Nanhuai sat on the sofa, poured a glass of hot water for his grandson who was sitting upright, and brought it to him with his own hands.
"Thank you, grandpa."
Shen Jingjue hurriedly took it with both hands, his demeanor was quite upright and solemn, and there was no sign of weakness or illness.
He held the cup in his right hand and held the bottom of the cup with his left hand, sipping tea gracefully, showing the demeanor of a noble man.
"Surprised, does the injury on your body still hurt?" Shen Nanhuai asked with concern.
"It's nothing serious, just superficial injuries."
Shen Jingjue actually felt some old wounds, and his blood was suffocating in his chest, but he concealed it very well and said with a charming smile, "Grandpa, don't worry, grandson, I am not that weak, I am a soldier."
"Since you're not that weak, why didn't you resist? Your father was clearly instigated by that vixen Qin Shu before he attacked you. It makes no sense. Why didn't you snatch his whip and throw it at Qin Shu's face?!" Shen Nanhuai asked angrily.
This was what he wanted to ask when he called Shen Jingjue over this time.
Shen Jingjue lowered his eyes and stared at his reflection in the cup, and unexpectedly fell silent.
After a while, Shen Nanhuai frowned and asked in a distressed voice: "My child, you are my grandson and the blood of our Shen family. Don't you still feel that you owe something to the Shen family? ?”
Shen Jian felt his sword eyebrows twitch and his thin lips tighten tightly.
When he was five years old, he and his terminally ill mother were bullied in the dirty and smelly slums and struggled to survive several times.
That night, there was a violent wind and rain, and a luxury car broke into his dark world with an axe.
The dilapidated bungalow was leaking from all directions, and the wooden door was pushed open effortlessly by people outside without a key.
Young Shen Jingjue was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding water to his mother who was almost unable to swallow.
At that time, Shen Guangjing was young, handsome, and high-spirited. He was wearing a high-end and elegant suit. There was not even a drop of water on the Italian handmade leather shoes he stepped into the room.
The young Shen Jingjue looked at this man who looked like a god descending from heaven. He was astonished and had only one thought.
——"Sir! Please...save my mother!"
Shen Guangjing strode to the bedside. When he saw his unconscious mother, his eyes were scarlet and he held her in his arms with tears in his eyes.
——"Aqing...Aqing...Sorry, I just came now, I came too late!
I'm here to get you...and...our son. "
Shen Jingjue could not forget that when Shen Guangjing took his mother back to the Shen family, the love was as deep as the sea and he would not marry her unless she was there. Even despite family pressure and the eyes of the world, he, an illegitimate son, recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan.
He didn't understand, did Shen Guangjing really love his mother?
If he had really loved her that much, he would not have fallen in love with someone else, and her mother would not have been unable to bear the torture of depression and committed suicide by jumping off a building.
he often asked himself.
If the mother dies, is it more unfortunate to die on that rainy night when she was ravaged by illness, or because of the indifference and unrighteousness of her loved one?
"Son, you don't owe our Shen family anything, it's the Shen family that owes you."
Shen Nanhuai raised his hand with heartache and patted his grandson's shoulder, with tears lingering in his eyes, "The tragedy of that year was all my fault. I know your father liked your mother very much, but at that time, the Shen Group encountered a global economic crisis. Assets have shrunk severely, and several large domestic projects that have just started have been forced to stop. There is always the possibility of the capital chain being broken.
Therefore, I can only ask your father to enter into a business marriage with the Feng family in Mingcheng, and let him... marry the eldest lady of the Feng family, that is, your eldest brother's mother.
Child, it’s all your grandfather’s fault. You suffered so much when you were a child. Grandpa is guilty..."
"Grandpa, you are not wrong. What you did back then was out of consideration for the overall situation. You have your own difficulties. I understand."
The implication was that Shen Jingjue was blaming Shen Guangjing.
He just didn't say it clearly, but Shen Nanhuai had already seen through what he was thinking and sighed sadly.
"I didn't resist. It was actually because of my elder brother. Before he left Shengjing and went to country M to recuperate, he told me not to get into too much trouble with Director Shen for his sake."
