A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

There was silence in the living room for a long time, until Ruan Peizhi, who had been arranging the painting supplies upstairs, ran downstairs, and Ruan Cheng said to West Elm: "Let's talk about this matter later."

There was a little disappointment in Xielm's eyes, Ruan Chengtian still couldn't believe her.

However, being able to get confirmation of Ruan Peichen's condition from Ruan Chengtian today made Xielm happy.

At least it was a beginning, gradually in the future, Ruan Chengtian would always be able to believe in him.

Ruan Peizhi walked to Xiyu and asked curiously, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, it feels weird?"

West Elm smiled and said, "It's okay. I just told my grandfather that I wanted to see your painting. I wonder if you can draw me a painting?"

Ruan Peizhi believed it, and said, "No problem, I just packed my painting tools, shall we go to draw in the garden? Sister-in-law West Elm, you can tell me the story of the children in the orphanage by the way."

West Elm smiled, and went upstairs with Ruan Peichen to get the painting supplies.

After staying, Ruan Chengtian asked Steward Chen: "Aren't you clear about Peichen's illness?"

Steward Chen was also very helpless. The current Ruan Peichen was no longer the boy he was many years ago. Naturally, it was impossible to tell him everything, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

"Then you go and find out which psychiatrist he is seeing now, and go quietly to check the situation, so that Pei Chen won't find out."

Ruan Chengtian was worried, and a tired expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

He thought that Ruan Peichen's illness would have been cured long ago.

But it turns out that this child has long since become an independent and decisive figure, but he still hasn't been able to overcome the hurdle of childhood.

"Master, I think the Young Madam really wants to help the Young Master, and the Young Madam is a psychiatrist from a famous university. Why don't we tell the Young Madam about Master Peichen's situation, maybe..."

Ruan Chengtian waved his hand and said, "Not for the time being. Although the girl Xiyu looks good, she is not close enough with Peichen after all. If there is one less person who knows about this kind of thing, then one less person will know about it."

Chen Butler nodded, and then said: "About Nie Xiuer... I heard that Nie Shangdong has planned to let him inherit the Yangxin Group, and he is currently learning management from Nie Shangdong as the special assistant to the president."

Ruan Chengtian thought of Nie Xiuer's face, brows and eyes, his cloudy eyes were a bit deep, and he said calmly: "Nie Shangdong's calculation is not bad."

"If he asks Nixiuer to help him manage Yangxin, then I will help out for Nixiuer's sake, so that the Yangxin Group can survive for a while longer."

Chen Butler frowned, and asked in doubt: "But master, Nie Shangdong will not really let a child who has no blood relationship with him inherit the Yangxin Group, right?

Ruan Chengtian took a sip of tea and narrowed his eyes.

"Old Chen, Nie Shangdong only has two daughters, one is missing, and it is very likely that something happened after such a long time. The other one is married to Peichen, and according to my observation, it is not enough to support the Yangxin Group. Does he have any other options?"

"Although Xiu'er is not born in the Nie family, but he is a father and son for more than 20 years. If I don't let Xiu'er recognize his ancestors in the future, then the Yangxin Group will still be named Nie."

Butler Chen: "Master, are you going to let Ne Xiuer come back?"

Ruan Chengtian suddenly stopped talking, caressing the exquisite and expensive teacup with both hands, he was also very puzzled.

He naturally wanted this wandering child to return to the Ruan family. The Ruan family was small, and if there was one more grandson, and this grandson was also very good, he would be very satisfied.

However, Peichen was afraid that he would not agree to this matter.

If you really want to admit it, it will be bloody... Maybe it's better not to recognize it.