"what?"
"I don't know," Jiang Wanzhou came out from behind and took the gift box handed over by the servant.
Liang Jinghe was over fifty this year, and he was in a high position. Many dignitaries in the capital were attached to him. The Liang family was a prominent family, and its reputation started a hundred years ago and continues to this day. It was a rare three-generation family in the entire Z country.
Jiang Wanzhou married him at the age of thirty, and married him twice in three years just to secure Mrs. Liang's position.
For more than 20 years now, her husband has been in a high position and has two children, but she is said to have turned a bad hand over him.
Liang Jinghe walked over and watched Jiang Wanzhou open the package with a knife. The sharp sound of the knife cutting the tape was particularly harsh in the quiet morning of New Year's Day.
Layers of packaging wrap an object.
She peeled off the foam paper layer by layer until a photo frame was revealed. In the photo frame was a photo of a family of three. In the photo, she was young and beautiful, wearing a floral dress and two braids, holding her arms in her arms. A baby girl with her first husband, Lu Chu, standing next to her.
No matter how you look at this photo, it gives people a sense of peace and tranquility in that era, which no one can break.
That year, she decided to leave, and before leaving, she took Lu Chu to take the only group photo.
She originally thought it would be a memory, but she didn't expect that this photo would become a sharp sword that stabbed her thirty years later.
The bullet from thirty years ago came and hit me right between the eyebrows.
When Jiang Wanzhou saw the photo, his breath tightened and he quickly threw the photo into the box at an alarming speed.
When Liang Jinghe saw this, the corners of his lips pressed down slightly, and he reached out to hold her shoulders.
Warm words reminded: "There is an envelope inside."
"I don't want to see it," Jiang Wanzhou resisted.
Liang Jinghe sighed slightly, reached for the envelope in the box and was about to open it, but Jiang Wanzhou snatched it away, probably because he didn't want others to see her fragile side.
Open the envelope quickly.
What caught my eye was a handwritten letter, strong and powerful, printed through the back of the paper.
Mrs. Wanzhou:
Happy New Year. I am deeply surprised and horrified to receive your gift. I, Lu Jing'an, have never received anything without merit in my life.
About twenty-five years ago during the Spring Festival, my father and I lived in the family building of Peking University. However, since then, there has been no news from you, and you have become the object of people's opinions of abandoning husband and son. I know that you are you, my father and I are us, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore.
The peaceful life of thirty years has become a part of our lives, but this part was broken by your appearance. In ancient times, Mencius' mother moved three times, and Zhongyong was hurt. I hope you can abide by the rules of thirty years ago. Choose and never change your original intention.
After receiving your gift, I went to the dilapidated small building that was about to be demolished overnight and dug out this photo. I dusted it off with my own hands, wiped it clean, wrapped it in layers of protection, and rushed it to you on a special plane 800 miles away. I am worried. You won't receive it. I hope that when you see this photo, you will be reminded of the choices you made back then.
Signature:
Abandoned son, Lu Jing'an.
Upon closer inspection, the dot on the head of the word "abandon" was penetrating the back of the paper due to too much force, forming a huge black spot.
After Jiang Wanzhou read this letter, layers of cold sweat broke out on his palms.
My fingertips couldn't help but tremble.
Alert? ?
Okay, okay, she was pregnant in ten months, and the child she gave birth to reminded her.
God knows how much courage she gave herself to let him come into this world.
Now, this child that she worked so hard to bring into the world has become a thorn in her heart.
He kneaded the letter paper together little by little with his slender fingertips, looking ferocious as he wished he could rush up to Lu Jingan and slap him.
This is the person she brought into this world at the risk of her life against the wind of secular public opinion.
It's okay to be ungrateful, but he stabbed her with a sharp knife.
"Wanzhou?"
"I'll be quiet, let the people in the kitchen make dumplings for you!"
Jiang Wanzhou stroked her husband's hand away and left the living room directly into the study on the first floor.
Liang Yuxin came downstairs and happened to see this scene. Her surprised eyes fell on Liang Jinghe: "Dad, what's wrong with my mother?"
"It's okay."
"What's this?"
"Isn't it said that it is taboo to send things to other people's homes on New Year's Day?"
"Who is so ignorant? No one teaches you?"
Liang Yuxin walked to the table and saw the things in the cardboard box. She picked them up and looked at them: "Isn't this when my mother was young? Who is this man and this child?"
"This happened when your mother was young, don't be blindly curious."
Liang Jinghe took the photo album away, leaving his daughter alone in shock.
When I walked to the dining room, I heard the aunt inside chatting away before I even entered.
"Isn't it taboo to give gifts to people's homes on New Year's Day? Why is this person so ignorant?"
"I heard he is Mrs. Wanzhou's son from her first marriage."
"So ignorant? No wonder he is a child without a mother to teach him."
"Who knows? We don't know the grievances and grievances in the wealthy family. I recently heard that the child looks very similar to Mrs. Wanzhou. With his facial features and temperament, you can tell at a glance that these two are mother and son. They are young. He is the richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong, what a pity!"
"It would be an honor to the family if we had this kind of child by our side."
"If it is a child of the Liang family, the fourth generation is not a problem."
"Alas..." The conversation ended with the servant's sigh. Liang Yuxin stood at the door, listened to the words "the richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong", turned around and went upstairs to turn on the computer.
Before the Baidu page came out, she thought the man was about forty years old, but when Lu Jingan's image came out, she was shocked...
At the age of thirty, he became the richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong. Such achievements disparaged the successors carefully cultivated by many wealthy families.
"Lu Jing'an," Liang Yuxin thought about this person.
After thinking for a moment, a call was made to Xiao Beilin.
"Ask who?"
"Lu Jing'an."
Xiao Beilin had just gotten up that day and was packing up to go downstairs to pay New Year's greetings to her elders. She was a little surprised when she received a call from Liang Yuxin. This eldest lady of the Liang family had never been familiar with the world and was well protected by her family. She had never I have seen the dangers of the world, not to mention the filthiness of the human heart.
Just today, asking about Lu Jingan?
Did you hear something?
"Ask him what to do?"
"What kind of person is he?"
Xiao Beilin has always been an open-minded person. Although he is a love rival, he will not belittle others to promote himself.
"Young talent, young and promising, with powerful methods and a heart of stone. He is not a good person, but he is not a bad person either."
