Chapter 136 You are free if you don’t want to run away
In the quiet ward, the old lady sat on the sofa with Shu Wen’s support. In just one night, the old lady who was still energetic yesterday seemed to have aged overnight. decades old.
She was sitting on the sofa with her back bent and a cane, her head lowered, showing her exhaustion.
"Old Madam, the news is that someone has suppressed the news."
Shu Wen came in after receiving the news and told the news carefully. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man's eyes closed and he was concentrating. Opening it, his murderous eyes moved to Shu Wen: "Who did it?"
"It's not clear yet."
"Go check it out," the old lady banged her cane angrily. : "I want to see who dares to show off his power over our Ji family, cough cough cough."
"Calm down," Shu Wen quickly came over to comfort the old lady.
The old lady's face turned pale, and she stretched out her hand to caress Shu Wen: "What's going on with the Third Brother?"
"I didn't hear anything from the Third Master's side."
"Ji Lan can't stay. She's not the Tang family, and she definitely can't stay in Beijing and Hong Kong. If such scandals spread, the reputation of our Ji family for decades will be ruined on her head."
Shu Wenxinyi Jump, judging from what happened last night, Ji Lan seems to be a victim of the whole thing. Is the old lady going to kill someone and silence her?
"If the third master comes for real, Xiao Lan is in trouble at this time." Miss Lan's words were choked in her throat. The old lady's hawk-like eyes fell on Shu Wen's face with warning, The latter hurriedly changed his tone: "Now that Ji Lan is moving, will his relationship with the Third Master become further and further apart?"
"When has he ever been close to us?"
< br>Shu Wen pursed her lips and said nothing. She sympathized with the third master.
If she had to choose between Ji Mingzong and her family's reputation, she would choose the latter. She had given birth to three sons in her life, but these three sons were far less important than the honor that the Ji family had brought her.
This is her lifelong face.
Can't throw it away, can't throw it away.
Trapped here, unable to struggle.
"He went abroad when he was young and hasn't come back for many years. Something like that happened in the middle. He has no feelings for the Ji family for a long time."
"He blames me and hates me, but he still wants to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger to ask me to give Hengli to him. If I really give it to him, won't the Ji family be destroyed in his hands?"
She said every word. He tried his best to blame the third son for his ambition, but did not mention his own bias.
Shu Wen didn't dare to answer, squatting on one side and listening to her complaints quietly.
Sun Luo came in with a hurried gait, holding today's morning newspaper in his hand.
"Old lady, Mr. Ji asked me to come to you."
"Come in and say," she turned sideways slightly. Shu Wen stood up and took out a blanket to cover her legs. The lipstick was handed to her, and she applied a little layer of it to add some color.
Everything was ready, Sun Luocai approached and put the newspaper in his hand on the table: "Old lady, this is today's news. The stocks of Maosheng Pharmaceutical and Fuyuan Real Estate have fallen a lot at the opening today. I will contact Ji Boss, Boss Ji asked me to come to you."
When she saw the news, the old lady almost choked in her throat: "Which newspaper? Have you contacted them to withdraw the news?"
< br>"I contacted him, and the other party spoke in an official tone, saying that after receiving the money and signing the contract, he could not afford to pay liquidated damages." This is usually said. There is a bigger mountain pressing behind him, but he really can't figure it out. Beijing-Hong Kong Who can suppress the Ji family?
The old lady frowned, and the words Fengming Capital flashed in her mind: "Do you know who is behind Fengming Capital?"
"The other party is very hidden and rarely appears in front of others. The second master also checked it at the time, but to no avail," Sun Luo said with a serious expression. There are only so many resources in a city, and there is only one throne. Suddenly, an ability appeared out of nowhere. It is an extremely terrifying thing to have an opponent whose means are superior to one's own, and one does not even know the name of the opponent.
Sun Luo thought for a while, and then said: "But the people we sent out often saw Zhao Jiahuai, the eldest son of Zhao, coming in and out of Fengming Capital."
The old lady looked solemn and dropped her cane. The palm of his hand moved slightly: "Invite Mr. Zhao to have a meal together." "I'll make arrangements."
Zhao Jiahuai left the teahouse and rarely drove home.
When I entered the house, I saw my father, Zhao Dayuan, standing in the living room answering the phone. His tone was easy-going and slightly polite, with a hint of humility. He became interested, stopped and sat on the coffee table to pour himself a cup. Tea, sip it slowly.
“Whose phone number?”
“Old Mrs. Ji,” Zhao Dayuan put away the mobile phone and walked over: “I guess he is here for Fengming Capital, and mentioned you intentionally or unintentionally. Invite me to dinner and ask me to take you there.”
“It’s not her style if you don’t come.” Zhao Jiahuai picked up the pot and poured a cup of tea for his father: “The Ji family has suffered heavy losses recently, and Maosheng Pharmaceutical is doing it for the sake of foreign markets. After running around for a long time, he finally waited for the goods to leave the port. As a result, the fire burned everything, and also affected a batch of government aid supplies. He will probably have to stay in Nancheng during this time. "
"You young people do things so ruthlessly?" Zhao Dayuan frowned slightly as he listened.
"Favor is not given by others, it is earned by oneself. This is what you taught me,"
Zhao Dayuan sighed slightly: "After all, they are relatives."
"What do you think about this? It's okay to say it to you, but don't say it to Director Ji," Zhao Jiahuai reminded softly.
The relationship between Ji Mingzong and the Ji family has reached the point of incompatibility. If the old lady had given him Hengli Bank with a bowl of water, he might still miss some of the old relationship.
If mothers don’t treat their sons as sons, why should he be so sentimental and leave them a way to survive?
That night, Ji Mingzong returned home.
Seeing Manying wandering around the house downstairs like a headless fly, she saw him coming back as if she had met a savior: "Sir, Miss Ji has not eaten all day."
Ji Mingzong frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips and went upstairs. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw no one and called Manying.
The latter came up eagerly and informed: "Miss Ji is in the guest room."
Okay, okay, are you starting to stay away from him?
"Ji Lan."
In the guest room, Ji Lan was lying on the bed when he heard the voice and picked up the quilt to cover his head, as if refusing to talk.
Ji Mingzong reached out and pulled the quilt off her head: "Get up and eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Who can go a day without eating? ?”
“I’m not a human being,” Ji Lan said angrily.
Mr. Ji couldn't help laughing: "Then what are you?"
"Who are you if you don't even have personal freedom?"
"You don't want to have freedom if you run away, "Mr. Ji coaxed her calmly.
"Am I crazy? We've already committed incest and I'm not going to run away," Ji Lan suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, her movements so sharp that she almost slipped under the bed. Ji Mingzong silently stretched out his hand to protect her waist. .
"There's no blood relationship, so it's not considered incest," he explained patiently.
“Outsiders don’t think so.”
“Ji Lan, people who don’t like you will find fault with you no matter how well you follow the rules. On the contrary, you don’t care about anything and no one cares about you. I can’t help you. Rules and regulations are used to restrain others, not yourself.”