Chapter 234 An also brought a four or five-year-old child.
Among them, the one who suffered the most was probably Meng Qinghe.
I left Beijing and Hong Kong on a business trip at the end of October. In just two months, the work in the foreign market has not yet been resolved. The first news that came was that Ji Mingzong was about to become a father.
That night, they were talking on the phone at work, and after talking about work and some things in life, when Ji Lan said the word "pregnant" from his mouth, he was filled with uncontrollable joy.
He was stunned and made some sarcastic remarks, no doubt it was an old cow eating young grass or something like that.
But in my heart, I was happy for him.
In this life, gains and losses are impermanent.
Ji Mingzong rose to a high position thanks to the harm done to him by the Ji family.
And because of this, family ties were lost.
Now that Ji Lan is pregnant, the child in her belly is a person who is truly connected by blood to him. How can he be unhappy?
And the message I received again was a late-night phone call from Chen Songyang.
Let him return to Beijing and Hong Kong to take charge of the overall situation.
Fengming Capital was paralyzed across the board.
When he returned, a thick dark cloud enveloped the company from subordinates to senior executives, and various investment plans could not be started without Ji Mingzong's authorization.
The next time he saw someone, it was in the old man's ward in Ji's Manor.
The old man's body was lying in the freezer, and his mother, the old lady of the Ji family who had always been aloof and did not take people seriously, was frightened and went crazy.
He sat quietly on the Taishi chair, looking at his dead father and crazy mother.
In the past five years, the Ji family's original assets have been completely destroyed.
Everything that fell into his hands was sold at various low prices.
He doesn't want those dirty things.
The thing stained with the blood of his childhood was a naked knife even in his hand.
"Document, signature."
Meng Qinghe handed the document in his hand to him, opened it thoughtfully and placed it in front of him.
Ji Mingzong lowered his head and glanced. When he saw the eye-catching title, his eyes darkened slightly: "Why do you have Zhang Ying's documents in your hand?"
"He's at the door."
"Let him in!"
Meng Qinghe: "He doesn't dare!"
The man twisted his hand on the pen for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Meng Qinghe. The majesty and coldness in his eyes were hard to ignore.
Meng Qinghe looked directly at him without any intention of speaking.
Wait for him to sign the documents.
Zhang Ying was almost thankful when he received the things. Just as he was about to pick up the documents and leave, he was stopped by a colleague from the secretarial office.
The other party looked like he was about to cry and took his arm and brought him to the computer: "Mr. Zhang, please do me a favor. I have revised thirty-eight pages of this speech. If I continue to revise it, I will either lose my job or go crazy."
Zhang Ying left.
Naturally, his former special assistant in the secretarial office took over.
But the good times didn't last long. I couldn't stand the silent oppression of the cold-faced Bingshan. After working for two years, the other party couldn't bear the pressure and resigned.
The new secretary is quite old. He used to be the general secretary of a listed company.
It stands to reason that you have rich career experience and life experience.
But such a veteran who had experienced severe beatings in the workplace fell into the hands of Ji Mingzong and was forced to a dead end.
It was already half an hour before Zhang Ying came out of the secretary's office.
Just as he was about to enter the elevator, he heard footsteps approaching beside him and looked sideways.
Jian Yan Hui followed Ji Mingzong out of the office.
He was walking in a hurry, as if there was something huge waiting to be solved.
Nanyang Mange Terrace.
The woman was standing in the yard looking at the greenest lawn outside the house.
Looking into the distance, he saw a black Bentley with a flag on the front of the car approaching from a distance.
The driver opened the door.
The other party paused slightly as he stepped out of the car.
He was stunned for two seconds before walking towards the woman standing under the eaves. Following closely behind him was not only the secretary, but also an eight or nine-year-old boy, dressed in a suit. Although he was a little older, he could not conceal his imperial aura.
"Isn't it hot?" The man's concerned voice sounded.
An also raised his eyes and looked at the other person, his tone was neither salty nor cold, just like the tepid relationship between them: "It's okay."
"Ji Mingzong is on his way to Nanyang."
An Ye's eyes flashed slightly and he looked sideways at him.
Just as he was about to ask something, the other party turned around and entered the room. The butler came up to him and took away the suit he had taken off.
"When did it happen?"
"Ten minutes ago," Mr. Shen took the water glass from the servant and glanced at his son: "You go upstairs first."
The servants in the living room dispersed, and those who followed him back entered the tea room on the first floor.
"How long are you going to hide this person?"
"Hide it as long as you can."
"This is unfair to Ji Mingzong." Five years ago, she openly built a plank road and secretly tricked Chen Cang into taking Ji Lan back to Nanyang. In July of the following year, Ji Lan gave birth to a premature son.
From then on, he stayed in An's house and stayed in seclusion. Over the years, Ji Mingzong came to An Ye more than once to ask why she was the only one who was safe and sound, but Ji Lan was missing.
He doubts it!
But Ann is too smart. She hides the truth and plays tricks on a man who is looking for his wife and children.
It made people struggle with endless self-blame for five years.
See him arrogant, see him wither.
Seeing that he was losing his life in the torture day after day.
Even though Ji Mingzong bent his head and begged, she did not waver at all.
Indifferent like a heartless machine.
"Do you men cherish each other so much?" An Ye couldn't hide his ridicule: "He is so pitiful, why don't you give your wife and children to him."
"An Ye!" The man shouted angrily, obviously displeased with her harsh words.
"Mr. Shen, we made a deal back then. I did what you asked me to do, but what you promised me, please stick to it."
"Adults should have the spirit of contract."
The conversation ended in vain, and An also knew that he was busy and had no intention of talking anymore.
Turn around and head upstairs.
Just as she reached the corner, she saw her stepson standing at the top of the stairs looking at her with evasive eyes.
When I saw her, I respectfully called out: "Mother."
An couldn't tell how she felt about this child.
She thanked her, but felt that she was too cold, so she asked, "Have you finished your homework?"
"It's done, it's the tutor's French class later."
An also nodded: "I'm going to take a rest."
"Sir, Mr. Shen's security team is tight-knit. That's all we can find. Last week, An Ye took a four-year-old boy to the hospital, but neither the An family nor any of An Ye's friends have been to the hospital recently. He who begets a son within himself is the only one”
Ji Lan!
In the incident of being buried alive five years ago, An was still intact, but Ji Lan was nowhere to be seen.
When Mr. Ji asked to go to Nanyang, An refused to let go.
Show not knowing.
The two struggled for two years until Mr. Shen came forward. At the end of the second year, they gradually stopped this humiliating scene of begging.
Now
Should we say that hard work pays off or that paper cannot contain the fire?
What if that child is really Ji Lan's?
Does that mean that it will be just around the corner for them to find someone?
If it was An Ye who had hidden her for so long, even if Mr. Ji couldn't kill her, the friendship between them would have ended.
"Go to the hospital first."
"Go to Mangetai again."