The old lady was stunned when she heard Zhong Lingyu's words.
Zhong Lingyu continued: "To be fair to the old lady, I was indeed the one who provoked the young marshal first, but at that time, I didn't know it was him..."
She told the old lady everything about the first time she and Shen Huaizhou met.
Of course, she downplayed the part about having sex with Shen Huaizhou.
"At that time, I just wanted the Browning on the young marshal so that I could have more leverage to take my mother out of the Zhong family. After that, I never thought about having any connection with the young marshal, but the young marshal recognized it. He killed me and found out my identity. Now I want to get away, but the young commander won't allow it."
Zhong Lingyu looked at the old lady with a magnanimous expression, "You are the young marshal's grandmother. Presumably, he can listen to what you say. If you can end the bad relationship between me and the young marshal, I will definitely be grateful to the old lady."
She was quite sincere, and she fell on the ground again and kowtowed.
The old lady had mixed feelings.
It turned out that her grandson was so disgusting, she thought it was Zhong Lingyu who was seducing her grandson.
She got off the couch and helped Zhong Lingyu up, "Sit down first."
Zhong Lingyu endured the pain in his knees and stood up.
The old lady looked at her for a while and then suddenly said, "You avoid Huaizhou so much. Could it be that you have a sweetheart?"
"Back to the old lady, I don't have a sweetheart, I just feel that the young marshal is not my lover." Zhong Lingyu said honestly.
The old lady's expression was hard to describe.
To put it bluntly, she still dislikes her grandson.
Her hostility faded and she became more curious, "As Grandma Huaizhou, I am well aware of his talents. He is not ugly himself, has a good family background, and does not lack masculinity. I want to know why you look down on him. he?"
Zhong Lingyu said: "My mother once told me that if you want to marry, you must be happy with each other, and you must be the wife. But the young marshal made it clear to me, not to mention that the title of the wife of the wife belongs to the concubine. He won’t even give me any status.”
The old lady's expression suddenly became solemn, "He told you personally? He won't give you any status?"
Zhong Lingyu said yes.
The old lady asked again: "If he is willing to give you a status, will you be willing to enter the Shen family?"
"I don't want to." Zhong Lingyu shook his head.
The old lady was silent for a long time, and the look she looked at was particularly strange.
Zhong Lingyu thought there was something on her face, so she tentatively called out: "Old lady?"
The old lady came to her senses and said, "I understand what you mean. You don't want to, and I won't force you. I will talk to Huaizhou about this. You are a good boy, so go ahead."
She waved her hand.
Zhong Lingyu inexplicably saw a bit of sadness in the old lady's eyes.
Although she was confused, she didn't ask any more questions. After bowing, she turned and left.
The old lady looked at Zhong Lingyu's leaving figure, lost in thought.
It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that she ordered someone to call Shen Huaizhou.
Shen Huaizhou respected his grandmother very much, put aside what he was doing, and drove here.
When the old lady saw Shen Huaizhou, she was happy but worried, "Is the injury on your leg feeling better?"
Shen Huaizhou said with a smile on his face, "I miss you, Grandma. It's much better."
"Huaizhou, sit down and talk to grandma."
Shen Huaizhou sat on the other side of the couch.
The old lady hesitated to speak.
This made Shen Huaizhou laugh, "Grandma, when have you ever behaved like a mother-in-law? If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Tell me what grandma, grandma, mother-in-law are like." The old lady picked up the crutch and hit Shen Huaizhou.
No pain or itching, just like a mosquito bite.
Shen Huaizhou pretended to be in pain and said sweet words to make his grandmother happy.
The old lady's smile deepened, "Okay, I won't joke with you anymore, I want to tell you something. I'll have someone pick up Lingyu girl this afternoon."
Shen Huaizhou's expression froze, "You didn't embarrass her, did you?"
"Why, your grandmother and I are a wicked woman?" the old lady said with a sullen face.
Shen Huaizhou laughed, "Grandma, that's not what I meant."
The old lady glared at him and then said, "I called you here because I wanted you to stop getting entangled with that girl."
Shen Huaizhou's smile faded, "Why?"
"You don't want to give her the title of wife, and she doesn't want to be with you without any title, so why bother torturing each other together?" the old lady sighed.
"Lingyu is still young and doesn't understand the relationship between men and women. Sooner or later she will be willing to follow me." Shen Huaizhou was extremely stubborn.
For a moment, he curled his fingers tightly and said, "Besides, it is better not to give something like a status than to give it."
The old lady could hear the depression in his tone, "Grandma knows that you are not even willing to get a wife these years because of your mother's affairs. Songkou's engagement with the Huo family was just to care about me.
But Lingyu, that girl, values her status very much. If you do this, you will only push people further and further away. In the end, have you ever thought about whether this relationship will end well? "
She took Shen Huaizhou's hand and sighed: "Good boy, listen to grandma's advice and stop being stubborn. Grandma promises you that she will not interfere with whether you get married in the future."
Shen Huaizhou's eyes were deep, and he slowly pushed the old lady's hand away, "Grandma, you haven't been feeling well lately. Besides, it's your birthday in a few days, so don't worry about outside things."
The old lady opened her mouth and wanted to say something else, but Shen Huaizhou had already stood up.
He leaned on his crutches, turned around and left without looking back, his back looking particularly lonely.
Shen Huaizhou sat in the car, looking at the imperfect moon through the window, becoming increasingly irritated.
Adjutant Li sat in the driver's seat and turned around and asked, "Young Marshal, are you going back to the military government?"
"No reply." He lit a cigarette and held it unconsciously to his lips.
The flickering firelight illuminated the depths of his eyes.
"Go to the shooting range." At a certain moment, Shen Huaizhou put out his cigarette.
The Pontiac drove slowly in the night.
When he arrived at the shooting range, Shen Huaizhou picked up the gun, pointed it at the target, and fired hundreds of bullets as if to vent his anger.
None of the shots hit the target, and some even hit the outside of the target.
Adjutant Li, who was standing aside and taking notes, was almost shot.
By the time he reacted, Shen Huaizhou had already driven away and flew far away.
Adjutant Li took a mouthful of dirt.
He quickly got into the car behind and followed Shen Huaizhou's car.
Shen Huaizhou drove the car wildly.
Finally, the car drove to the military government's prison.
Not long after Shen Huaizhou entered, heartbreaking cries and begging for mercy could be heard inside.
Adjutant Li stood at the door, his scalp numb.
As soon as they entered, they saw that the spy they had captured not long ago was tortured by Shen Huaizhou until he was inhuman shape, with most of his skin falling off.
Even after seeing the bloody Adjutant Li, his appetite couldn't help churning.
Shen Huaizhou, covered in blood, smoked silently in front of the half-dead spy.
The prison guard sat nearby, his hands trembling while recording the spy's confession, so that the handwriting became crooked and scrawled.
After the confession was recorded, the prison guard swallowed his saliva and bravely asked: "Young Marshal, we have obtained the confession. What should we do with this spy?"
Shen Huaizhou's eyes were empty, and a faint smoke slowly came out from his lips, "Kill him!"
