Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 231 The woman I brought back last time was pregnant with my child. The man turned sideways slightly, opened the lid of the plastic box in his hand with a calm expression, "If you want to sleep, eat something first."

Duan Zijin didn't respond to his words, but just stared at him, the light in his brown pupils alternated from deep to light because of an accident, obviously he looked like he couldn't recover from the shock.

Seeing her like this, the man frowned, took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to her lips, and said indifferently: "I haven't checked the place where he hides his passbook, so I don't know."

Duan Zijin drank the porridge he handed over, bit the spoon, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

The man coaxed her helplessly, "How old are you, why can't you change this habit?"

Every time she thinks about something while eating, she will bite the spoon.

Duan Zijin came back to his senses, loosened his teeth in a little embarrassment, coughed lightly and said, "Even if it's true, why did Grandpa tell you?"

Duan Zipei put down the porridge bowl, took out a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth, and said indifferently: "At that time, he couldn't recognize me anymore."

"What did you say?" Duan Zijin was a little stunned, and a certain idea appeared in his mind, "You mean, he regards you as..."

"Become a father." Duan Zipei took the words, lowering his head slightly, the broken hair on his forehead cast a light shadow in his dark blue eyes, making it impossible to guess the expression in his eyes, "put the passbook In the room where Dad used to live, the password is Dad’s birthday, who else could he think of me as?”

Duan Zijin's heart seemed to be hit hard by someone.

Both her parents died in accidents back then, and her grandfather refused to come to the United States to attend the funeral.

It turned out that the son he refused to see until his death was actually the one he missed all his life.

"If it's true, what do you plan to do with the money?" Duan Zipei asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Duan Zijin picked up the porridge bowl on the bedside table, drank half of the bowl slowly, and said after finishing, "If you don't hate Duan Lanzhi's family so much, I want to give her some of the money; but If you really can't accept them, then leave the passbook in the old house and let it accumulate dust. Anyway, now... Dad wants it. It's useless. Besides, people are prone to all kinds of hallucinations when they are dying , Whether this matter is true or false remains to be debated.”

Duan Zipei nodded lightly, took the bowl she handed over, pressed her on the bed with one hand, and said expressionlessly: "Understood, I will take care of it, you rest first."

"it is good."

*

When the swarming reporters were isolated by the bodyguards and left the hotel gate, the man sat down on the couch in the lobby of the hotel, his eyes darkened, as if soaked in rain, snow and wind, "You asked Zhou Yicheng to call me to the hotel in a hurry. You came here just to show them this scene?"

The woman in front of him's radiant smiling face faded away in an instant, and she stood there for a long time, with bitterness and deep self-mockery appearing in her bright eyes, "Jiang Lin, we have been together for four years, I am in your eyes Is this the kind of person here?"

The man raised his eyes slightly to look at her, his face was more indifferent than when he was dealing with the reporter just now.

That too deep and wise gaze made Yao Bei'er feel like someone was up for grabs.

When was this man so strange to her?

He had already begun to look at her with this scrutiny and suspicion of the enemy.

It's all because of that woman!

Seeing the gradual coldness in the woman's almond eyes, Jiang Lin could probably guess what she was thinking.

His voice lowered a few degrees, "Bell, let go of your current thoughts, you were not like this before."

Yao Beier sneered softly, "Really? What was I like before?"

Noble and arrogant, she is a lotus flower in the entertainment circle that grows out of silt but does not get stained. She never bothers to use any means to calculate others, let alone curry favor with the big shots in the circle for the sake of fame and fortune.

Instead of being like this...

Jiang Lin looked indifferently at the old man who dared to leave through the back door under the cover of bodyguards when he saw the reporter leave, and his handsome eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.

He had met that man a few times. Although he couldn't compare with the Fu family, he could still be considered a role in this muddy entertainment circle.

"Why do you think I'm here today?" Yao Bei'er's voice was unprecedentedly cold, standing in front of Jiang Lin, her eyes were clear but slightly cracked, "You think I'm going to send myself to his bed, Or should I pretend to have something to do with him, so that I can lure you over for reporters to see?"

Jiang Lin pursed his lips as thin as a cold blade, but still did not speak.

She smiled sarcasticly, "You are willing to sell 17% of the shares of Blue Moon Film and Television in order to break up with me. Do you think it is necessary for me to curry favor with other men to consolidate my position?"

"No." The man said lightly, "So I don't think it's the first type."

Yao Bei'er's expression turned even uglier, "So you think it's the second type?"

She stared at the handsome but too alienated man in front of her, slightly curled the corners of her mouth, and laughed, the laughter was terribly hollow, "Jiang Lin, believe it or not, I didn't intend to bring you here Come on. After you left last night, the company had a social event and stayed until midnight. The old man tried to take advantage of me in the name of discussing business. I couldn't avoid it, so I called Zhou Yicheng and asked him to pick me up. I didn't think about him will bring you."

As Yao Bei'er said, her expression became more and more expressionless, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have been hiding. If I had been raped by him, I might be cleaner in your heart than now, right, Jiang Lin?"

The man's handsome face sank a little, but he didn't expect it to be like this, "I didn't mean that."

"Do you know?" Yao Beier turned around with her bag in her hand, "This 17% stake bought my time and feelings for four years, and then you left as soon as you said, and you still use this kind of look to speculate on me, Guess me. Does this 17% stake make you feel at ease, and feel that you don't have to bear the slightest guilt?"

The man's fingers were slightly clenched into fists, "Belle."

Yao Bei'er ignored his interrupted voice, and only smiled to herself: "You said I've changed, but Jiang Lin... have you ever thought about why I changed? The entertainment industry is a big dye vat, there is You know how complicated it is. If it weren’t for you four years ago, I would have changed a long time ago. You spoiled me for four full years, gave me the best of everything, and finally told me that you fell in love with other women and wanted to abandon me And went..."

Her laughter grew louder, and her shoulders were trembling when she looked from behind her, "Sometimes I think, if I hadn't been almost raped four years ago because of you, wouldn't you have Will you be with me?"

The man's still eyes flickered.

"You said there is something about me that attracts you." Yao Bei'er stopped laughing, and asked coldly, "What is it? Then you fell in love with that woman surnamed Duan because she has something that also attracts you?"

The man's expression became more and more rigid, and his brows, which were as indifferent as a distant mountain, frowned tightly at this moment.

he does not know.But it's not hard to speculate, if I had loved that woman named Duan You deeply back then, then I was attracted by something about Belle...

Of course, because she resembles her.

Yao Bei'er also vaguely noticed it, and even felt that the arrogance in her heart was hard to dissipate, and a sense of humiliation spontaneously emerged.

She absolutely cannot forgive that woman Duan Zijin.

Absolutely not!

"I'll go first, Professor Jiang." Yao Bei'er said coldly, "Thank Zhou Yicheng for his kindness."

Zhou Yicheng's kindness...

The man felt a suffocating breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

Yicheng, what should he say about him?

You can guess with your fingers that Yicheng is nothing more than wanting to borrow the fact that Belle was almost defiled by someone last night, to restore the scene four years ago, to make him feel guilty or touched, in short, the purpose is to bring him and Belle gets back together.

It is impossible not to be angry.

But Yicheng, like Yu Song, has been with him for so many years, and his work ability and sincerity to him are far better than others.

Yicheng just doesn't understand his heart like Yu Song.

Jiang Lin stood up from the sofa, squeezed the swollen eyebrows, and raised his hand to sweep all the decorations on the coffee table in front of him to the ground.

The stacking of all these things recently made him feel annoyed and irritable like never before.

Zhou Yicheng was standing outside the hotel at this time, seeing Yao Beier coming out of the gate, he rushed to meet him and wanted to say something, but the woman didn't even look at him, she just walked in front of him, leaving only a sentence of gritted teeth : "Zhou Yicheng, don't meddle in me and Jiang Lin's business from now on, count me as Yao Beier, thank you!"

As soon as her words fell, Zhou Yicheng's steps to catch up stopped in place.

For a moment, his eyes dimmed, and it was not until the bright figure completely disappeared from his sight that he turned around and walked back slowly.

But at this time received a call.

Zhou Yicheng's expression froze, and he hurriedly walked into the hall. The man's eyes swept over him. Zhou Yicheng was instantly flustered by the sharp warning eyes. He subconsciously lowered his head and handed over the phone, "Sir, Yu Song on the phone..."

The man's eyebrows twitched, he answered the phone and heard something, and said in a deep voice: "Don't act rashly, wait for me in Europe, I'll go back right away."

Coincidentally, he also has something to discuss with the Jiang family.

After hanging up the phone, the man ordered lightly: "Yicheng, go to the villa next to the Central Hospital, pick up my grandma, and tell her that Jiang Lin has something to ask her to help."

Zhou Yicheng was stunned for a few seconds, and when he looked up, he saw the man against the light, with an unfathomable expression on his handsome and extraordinary face.

"Yes, sir."

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Two days before the funeral, Duan Zijin's siblings didn't go back to the apartment, but went directly to the old house where Duan Zijin lived as a child.

In her memory, old man Duan has always been a person with a weird temper and not good at talking.Unexpectedly, as soon as the news of his death was released by Duan Lanzhi, many people came to burn papers to see him off, saying that they were friends from before his death.Judging by their speech, behavior, and attire, almost everywhere reveals the demeanor and etiquette of a wealthy family.

Even Duan Lanzhi in those few days changed her previous image of a shrew, and stood guard in the mourning hall as the eldest daughter, her eyes full of eyes, and she was extraordinarily dignified.

After returning to the old house, Duan Zipei took the time to go to the room where his father used to live, but the door was locked.

He tried to open it, but when Duan Lanzhi saw it, he said nonchalantly: "That door was locked by the old man after your useless father ran away from home. If you want to go in, there is an ax in the garden." I just don’t know if the old man will entrust you with a dream at night, blaming you for smashing the door of his own son.”

Duan Zipei let go of his hand with a cold face, but for the first time did not contradict her, turned his head and left.

After hearing what Youyou said, he now finds Duan Lanzhi as unpleasant, but he can't say the ugly words.

Duan Zijin was pregnant, and the family didn't dare to make her work too hard. After trying to persuade her, she gave up the idea of ​​vigil, and Duan Zipei watched the candles all night instead.

After the first three days, on the day of the funeral, it began to rain suddenly.

One autumn rain and one cold, Duan Zijin stood in front of the tombstone with a black umbrella and looked at the black and white face for a long time, only to feel that the old man's usual admonitions and scoldings were still around his ears.

Water droplets slipped from her delicately curved chin, and dripped on the bluestone slab that was dampened by the rain.

The tears that had been held back for several days finally fell silently.

The man in a black suit stood not far away, frowning and asked the people around him, "Have you passed the news to Jiang Lin?"

The people around him respectfully replied: "Mr. Tang, Mr. Jiang arranged for Mr. Duan's medical staff to be in the hospital before his death. There is no reason for Mr. Jiang not to know about Mr. Duan's death."

Tang Jichi turned around, the cold light in his eyes was more gloomy and cold than the weather, "What about others?"

"Mr. Jiang returned to Europe three days ago, and now...he hasn't come back. I think there is something important."

Just as he was talking, Zhou Yicheng, dressed in black, walked in from the cemetery holding an umbrella.

He walked slowly to the side of the woman standing alone in the rain, and presented a bouquet of yellow and white flowers in front of the tombstone.

Duan Zijin held his umbrella and didn't move. He looked at him coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Yicheng's expression was serious, "Miss Duan, I'm here to present a bouquet of flowers to the old man on behalf of Mr. Mr. has something to do recently and is very busy. You can tell me if you need anything."

I have something to do, very busy.

Duan Zijin smiled slightly, and put his five fingers together.

She really wanted to put away her umbrella and poke it into this man's mouth.

The sadness in her heart surged up one after another, and she asked, "When will Jiang Lin come back?"

Zhou Yicheng replied truthfully: "Miss Duan, I don't know about this matter."

"Oh." Duan Zijin turned around and walked down the steps slowly. Zhou Yicheng followed after hesitating for a moment, and heard her gentle voice spread out in the air, "I have already handed in my resignation, and I will submit it in four days. Walk."

I don't know if it was Zhou Yicheng's illusion, but he actually felt that this soft and clear voice was washed away by the rain in the air, leaving only a coolness.

Zhou Yicheng lowered his head and said, "Yes, Miss Duan, I will tell Mr.

Duan Zijin didn't know whether he told Jiang Lin or not.

But what she knows is that until she counts the days and passes the seventh day, burns the paper for her grandpa and goes home to pack her luggage, until she walks into the ticket gate of Yucheng Airport with her suitcase on the eighth day , Jiang Lin never appeared again.

The moment the plane left the ground, Duan Zijin no longer had the heart-piercing feeling he had when he left for the first time six years ago.

Instead, she calmly acted as if this was the ending she had expected.

Only then did she realize that no amount of love will be exhausted one day.

*

In the manor by the Rhine, all the servants did not dare to stop in front of the main hall.

Because there was an extremely serious conversation going on there, from Duke Willebrand to Jiang Shan Jiangnan siblings, all dressed in a very solemn manner.

Except for the butler, all the outsiders in the main hall were kicked out, not even a servant serving tea was left behind.

The butler held the teapot in one hand and the bottom of the pot in the other, with a white silk handkerchief on his wrist.He consciously stood beside the old duke who was seated first, with his eyes downcast.

After serving Willebrand's family for so many years, the last time I saw such a scene was 32 years ago.

At that time, Lord Viscount was only the young master of the Willebrand family.

"I'll say it again for the last time, I won't end this marriage." The deep voice carried an undeniable tone.

The housekeeper slightly raised his eyes to look at the man who spoke, his face was handsome and deep, and his imposing manner was facing Yuan Zhiyue.

For a moment, he had the illusion of returning to the scene 32 years ago.

The Eldest Young Master has finally followed the old path of the Viscount.

It's just that the old duke was much calmer than before. He picked up his teacup and looked at the young man with hale heart, "Lenn, no matter what, you have to give me a reason, otherwise, there is no need to talk about this matter."

The man squinted his long and narrow eyes, which were dark without a trace of light.

When he opened his mouth, he paused word by word, biting extremely clearly, "The woman I brought back last time was pregnant with my child, is that enough reason?"